Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 124 123 Yaowangyuan

"Brother Taiyi, I am honored."

Monk Qieci walked calmly and it seemed very slow, but in fact, each step could cover dozens of feet.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he first saluted, then glanced at the crowd fleeing in panic in the firelight halfway up the mountain.

"Why, do you think I'm a bully, cruel and domineering?"

Taiyi didn't even raise his eyelids, and his tone remained unchanged.

But to his surprise, Monk Qieci shook his head.

"Brother Dao, you are too kind. For a muscle warrior, breaking a layer of skin is nothing."

"Spend some gold and silver, apply some medicine, and the minor injuries will heal in ten days or half a month."

"Those who were seriously injured at least managed to keep their lives."

"I also heard about it before I came here. That place halfway up the mountain was Brother Dao's wind wheel, right?"

"In the past ten years, only a few people have died. They were all fools who overestimated their own abilities."

Upon hearing this, Taiyi's expression relaxed a little. He stretched out his hand and waved it. The Vermillion Bird in the distance cried out and then went back to dormancy.

The crowd rushed down the mountain in panic, each one walking briskly, and it turned out that none of them were seriously injured.

Only the few who rushed in the fastest were unable to dodge and their skin was burned.

If I don’t find some magic medicine to apply in time, I’m afraid I’ll be disfigured for the rest of my life.

But Monk Qieci had no sympathy for these people.

If you want to get benefits, you must be responsible for your actions.

This is not the same as the civilians who suffered disasters for no reason.

"Your words today are more pleasing to the ear than last time."

Taiyi led the monk Qieci to the front of the thatched cottage, and with a wave of his hand, a set of tables, chairs and tea sets appeared out of thin air.

Watching him skillfully brewing tea, there is a natural air of elegance and grace, which is in stark contrast to his fierce appearance yet in harmony with it.

"I speak the truth. A small punishment, a great warning, is always better than punishment without instruction."

"If Brother Dao was a demon who killed innocent people, I wouldn't have come to borrow your bone mirror."

As Monk Qieci spoke, he took out the bronze mirror from his cloth bag and gently placed it on the table.

"The property returns to its original owner."

"Oh?"

Taiyi Zhenren gently pushed the tea over, took the bronze mirror, and was a little surprised.

"That bald donkey from Qinglong Temple borrowed money and refused to return it, no matter what. He dragged on for a whole year."

"If I hadn't gone to your house to do it, I don't know how long I would have had to wait."

"You're not looking for an apprentice anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Monk Qieci's lips curled up slightly.

"Already found."

Taiyi Zhenren now became interested.

Originally, this bone mirror was a treasure he made after his son died, using countless precious materials.

But I could never achieve the desired effect, so I gave up.

To him, this is just a semi-finished product, but its effect of reflecting bone age, cultivation, and demon head is something that all the major sects and holy places that are eager to recruit talents are eager to get.

Over the past decade, many masters have come to borrow the bone mirror, and Taiyi Zhenren has quickly made up for his lost wealth by borrowing the mirror.

Among the masters in the world, Monk Qieci is also an outlier.

In his early years, he was extremely murderous and had enemies all over the world.

Although it has gradually subsided now, no one wants another little villain to appear.

Therefore, the outstanding children of various sects and families have no chance to make this agreement.

The latter relies only on a pair of fleshy legs to travel the world. The probability of finding a hero among the grassroots is ridiculously low.

So when the other party came, Taiyi Zhenren knew that he was looking for his disciple by borrowing the mirror.

Anyway, he didn't care about any big or small evil star, and Feng Lun was missing at that time, and he was worried about his beloved son's grave, so he just lent it out.

But now, after only a few days, Monk Qieci actually said that he had found a successor.

And judging from the other person's expression, he seemed very satisfied.

"Is there really a Qilin in the fields?"

Seeing that Taiyi was half-believing and half-doubting, Qici was not annoyed at all and still looked cheerful.

"Brother Dao comes from a noble family, so he naturally has a unique vision."

"But I dare say that even if this young man were brought to your Louguan Dao, he could be trained as a Daoist disciple."

"Then I'll wait and see," Taiyi was startled at first, but then he regained his composure.

Seeing him like this, Qieci felt something in his heart.

It is said that Taiyi Zhenren once accepted a disciple who was extremely talented, but unfortunately, he collapsed at the fifth level of his true form and died.

After that man died, Taiyi Zhenren was completely disheartened. Decades passed, and even though he was in the Louguan Dao, where talented people from all over the world gathered, he never accepted a single disciple.

Thinking of this, his eyes shifted slightly and looked at the hut behind the other person.

"Master Dezheng must have never been here before, so he said this place is Taiyi Cave Mansion."

"I think this place is more like a mausoleum for burying the dead."

"A master observes mourning for his disciple and lives in a hut?"

Monk Qieci secretly clicked his tongue, thinking that this was really a rebellion against Tiangang, but it was indeed something that the legendary moody Taiyi Zhenren could do.

"Thank you so much for your help, Brother Dao. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Taiyi Zhenren knew that the other party wanted to pay him, so he thought for a moment and said:
"I still lack some nectar."

Monk Qieci stretched out his fat hand and fumbled in the cloth bag for a moment, then exclaimed, and smiled apologetically.

"I originally brought some with me, but I used it up before coming to Songzhou to help with the plague."

"Brother, wait a moment. I'll go get some."

Taiyi Zhenren laughed when he heard this.

Using the precious heavenly wine and nectar to cure the plague is indeed something that the legendary monk Budai, who hates evil, can do.

And he asked for nectar only for the golden lotus in the cave.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of the stolen wind wheel, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly asked:

"Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"I don't believe it," he said firmly without any hesitation.

"My Tantric teachings emphasize attaining Buddhahood in this very life."

"Since the attainment of perfect enlightenment can only be achieved in this life, why should we still rely on the elusive afterlife?"

Taiyi persisted, "But I heard you also practiced the Pure Land lineage."

Monk Qieci's expression remained unchanged and his smile was still gentle.

"Rebirth in the Pure Land? Even if it's true rebirth, doesn't it mean being separated from the celestial beings of this world forever?"

"Even Buddhas are created through human cultivation, so can't the Pure Land be created by humans?"

"Creating this world into a pure land? You are even more arrogant than I thought."

Taiyi Zhenren's expression turned cold. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, without looking at the other person again.

"Everything depends on human effort. Even if we can't turn the world into a pure land, saving one more person is also a great merit."

Monk Qici remained calm, bowed eleven times, and turned to leave.

Peace returned to the flat-topped mountain until the tea grew cold, and then Taiyi Zhenren returned to the cave. He gently stroked the stele and let out a long sigh.

"Is this what Tiangu Temple really looks like?"

Li Cunxiao, Zhang Yuelu and Ye Chengxiao followed Mingzhu and admired the magnificent mountain gate, bell and drum tower and main hall along the way.

The last time I came was to register, and since I hadn't yet resolved my past grudges with Yuanhua, I just took a quick glance.

This time, with the identity of a disciple of Yaowang Academy and Mingzhu as a guide, he was able to get a good understanding of Tiangu Temple.

In short, the entire Karma Mountain belongs to Tiangu Temple.

In addition to the temple that is visible to the public, there is also a forest garden in the back mountain where demons are raised, and the monks and soldiers in the temple are usually stationed there.

This was done to prevent demons from escaping down the mountain and harming the people, and also as the area was spacious, making it convenient for practicing military tactics.

The most important architectural complexes in Qianshan are actually the following places:
Arhat Hall, Bodhi Hall, Vinaya Hall, Medicine King Hall, and Bodhi Hall.

One hall and four courtyards are the real core of Tiangu Temple.

The Arhat Hall and the Bodhidharma Courtyard are the outer and inner courtyards, and there is no need to mention the Discipline Courtyard and the Medicine King Courtyard.

The Bodhi Courtyard, also known as the Sutra Repository, houses the most precious heritage of Tiangu Temple.

Not only martial arts, but also other precious scriptures, including some secret methods, elixir recipes, medicine prescriptions, casting methods and so on.

It embodies the meaning of Bodhi wisdom and is the essence of a temple's inheritance, and has always been led by the abbot.

"You junior brothers and sisters will gradually become familiar with these places. Let's report to the Medicine King Academy today."

Mingzhu said this and led the three people who were wearing monk robes and scarves to Yaowang Temple.

The monks' robes at Tiangu Temple are moon white, a light blue tint due to the moon's white light being slightly bluish.

The collar is made of three overlapping layers of cloth, representing the Three Treasures of Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha.

The scarf is black and hangs down behind the head, covering the bun and the back of the head, eliminating worries.

This is the attire of outer court disciples.

The only difference is that the monks in Yaowang Temple have an extra gourd embroidered on their lapels, which is an adaptation of the secular idea of ​​saving the world by practicing medicine.

Disciples in the outer courtyard can get a bottle of Qi and Blood Pill every month, while servants in the Medicine King Court can get double that, which shows their status.

Li Cunxiao followed Mingzhu through the temple and saw that most of the people he saw were lay disciples with their heads wrapped in scarves like them. There were very few who had truly ordained.

"Junior brothers and sisters, this is it."

Mingzhu led the three of them to the plaque of Yaowangyuan, looked at Li Cunxiao in the middle, and explained everything according to his master's instructions:
"Actually, Master originally wanted to accompany you personally."

"We accept Uncle Master's kindness, Senior Brother Mingzhu, there is no need to say more."

After spending some time together, Li Cunxiao had a rough idea of ​​the other person's temperament.

Compared to his cunning master, this apprentice can be said to be clumsy and dull.

Mingzhu does whatever Yuanhua says.

They arrived at Tiangu Temple in the morning. The former wanted to bring a few people in person to receive the utensils and report for admission.

But considering that the other party was the deacon of Luohan Hall after all, Li Cunxiao did not want to be too ostentatious, so he politely declined.

After hearing what Li Cunxiao said, Mingzhu still had no intention of stopping. He honestly said what his master had told him to do, and then led the three helpless people into the Yaowang Courtyard.

"Mingzhu, is this the new servant?"

"Uncle Master Yuanling," Mingzhu bowed and the three people behind him followed suit.

The monk named Yuanling had a fair complexion, a shiny bald head, a faint herbal scent on his body, and a gentle expression.

Yesterday, his master suddenly told him that Yaowang Hospital was short of a few servants. He was about to go look for them, but learned that the positions had already been filled by Senior Brother Yuanhua.

Although he felt that there were enough people, Decong always kept his word, so he had nothing to say.

"Who are Zhang Yuelu and Ye Chengxiao?"

Upon hearing this, the two of them stepped forward nervously.

"Uncle Yuanling."

"We have four rooms under the Medicine King Courtyard."

"Alchemy room, Herb and Wood room, Stone and Metal room, Slaughter room. I'm the head of the Herb and Wood room, so you two should follow me."

"Junior Brother Yuanhuai," a greeting was heard, and a two-meter-tall bald strong man slowly walked out of the shadows not far away.

Although he also wore the sky-blue monk robe that symbolized his inner courtyard status like Yuan Ling, he also had an apron tied around his waist with some bloodstains on it, making him look more like a butcher than a monk.

"Why are you out here dressed like this again?!"

Yuan Ling was a little angry, but the latter didn't care at all. When he saw Li Cunxiao, his eyes lit up.

"What a sturdy body! The slaughterhouse is in need of a warrior like you!"

As he spoke, he strode over with a smile on his face:
"I'm Yuan Huai, the head of the slaughterhouse, Junior Brother Li, right? We're about to slaughter a second-level demon, so your arrival is perfect."

Li Cunxiao remained calm on the surface, but he was a little nervous inside.

Before coming here, he also did his homework. The so-called elixir can actually be divided into three types:

Gold and Stone Pill, Herb Pill, Blood and Flesh Pill.

The Golden Stone Pill originated from the Taoist technique of lead and mercury, and was most prosperous in Taoism. There were not many achievements in this area in Buddhism.

Needless to say, herbal elixirs are what people often call elixirs made from magical herbs.

The Blood and Flesh Pill is actually a variant of the Herbal Pill, and was originally an original creation of Buddhism.

By mixing a small amount of spiritual herbs with the flesh and blood of demons, one can refine a pill with almost no evil energy. The upper limit is not high, but the cost-effectiveness is extremely high.

The task of the slaughterhouse is to slaughter the rare monsters that are specially supplied to the alchemy room. The grade is at least second level, and there are many third level monsters.

Li Cunxiao holds a vajra in his body, and this place should be his paradise.

However, all the evil spirits of the demons he killed would be sucked away.

When he was in Chuqiu, he tried his best to hide this secret because there was no condition in that place to produce high-quality demon meat.

If pure flesh and blood appeared, it would be too abrupt.

Now that I have arrived at Yaowangyuan, I have to first see how the division of labor is done in the slaughterhouse and what the process is after slaughtering.

If there is a loophole to exploit, he will not let go of the opportunity to get some evil spirits for free;

And if that doesn't work, the worst that can happen is that I don't do the main surgery and just be an assistant.

After watching the three people being taken away one by one, Mingzhu left Yaowangyuan.

As soon as he returned to the meditation room in the Arhat Hall, Yuanhua, who was pacing back and forth in the room, came over and grabbed his disciple's shoulders.

"How does Uncle Decong divide people?"

"Li Cunxiao is in the slaughterhouse, Zhang Yuelu and Ye Chengxiao are in the thatched house."

Yuanhua's face darkened, "It's bad."

Decong's four disciples are in charge of four houses respectively.

Except for the eldest disciple Yuan Can, who was at the Huangting realm and began to follow his master in the alchemy room to make elixirs, the realms and knowledge of the other three were not satisfactory to Decong, so they could only be responsible for processing materials.

Among the three families, gold and stone are the most valuable, plants and trees are the most idle, and slaughtering is the most tiring. This is the consensus of everyone.

Yuanhua still didn't know who the senior liked, but these three people were from the same school, so it would be best not to offend any of them.

But now Li Cunxiao has been assigned to the slaughterhouse, which makes things difficult.

Yuanhua was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but all matters concerning Yaowangyuan were decided by Decong.

Not to mention him, even the other leaders could not interfere.

Of course, the slaughterhouse is not completely useless. At least there is a lot of profit in slaughtering demons. If you take a little leeway, you can easily make hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

But slaughtering is indeed a dirty job, and of course it is looked down upon in the pure land of Buddhism.

"This is not good. Junior Brother Li, I wonder if I think I'm trying to make things difficult for him."

(End of this chapter)