Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 126 125 The belated realization of the perfect enlightenment

"You're not impatient, nor do you dislike it, but rather you enjoy it?"

Monk Qieci looked at the people in the slaughterhouse in the yard, his eyes all fixed on the burly young man holding a sharp knife.

As the old saying goes, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen.

The kitchen is where livestock are slaughtered. A gentleman, with a kind heart, cannot bear to see them die or hear their cries.

Anyone who has seen the New Year pig being slaughtered knows how unpleasant it is to hear an animal wailing before its death and to see the blood and filth all over the ground.

Killing livestock is not only physically demanding, but also psychologically demanding.

It’s not that the person holding the knife has much mercy, but the negative emotions produced by a living being before death must be extremely strong.

If people stay in such an environment for a long time, they will inevitably be affected.

What's more, the slaughterhouse doesn't kill livestock, but demons starting from the second level.

The ones who took action were not butchers, but a group of warriors who practiced the magic martial arts.

The chemical reaction between the two is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

Therefore, the servants in the slaughterhouse can be said to have the highest turnover among the four rooms in Yaowangyuan. A new batch is replaced almost every four or five years, and less than half of them will insist on staying.

Even Decong, who didn't like to take care of chores, was helpless about this and could only give out extra pills as rewards to retain people's hearts.

No one really likes to do this job.

But when Monk Qieci saw the smile from the heart after Li Cunxiao killed the demon, he began to understand why the other party had a pure heart and was not affected by the evil spirit despite having eight demons in his possession.

"This is just like me. I don't consider exorcising demons and defending the Way a hardship. On the contrary, I enjoy it. Naturally, I enjoy it and have persisted for nearly a hundred years."

Some complacent thoughts popped up in his mind, and Monk Qieci knocked his belly with his fat palm, making a popping sound.

As for the physical skills displayed by Li Cunxiao, compared with the eight demons on his body, they were not so surprising.

"Okay, come back after some time. Go get the nectar first."

"We'll have to see if this guy can still concentrate and continue working after the initial excitement wears off."

"If he can truly maintain a peaceful state of mind, then what's the harm in teaching him the martial art of subduing demons and transforming into a new life in advance?"

The fat figure disappeared suddenly, but the people in the yard were unaware of it.

Behind the slaughterhouse, a separate bathhouse was specially built for everyone to use.

He washed off the dirt with hot water soaked with herbs, changed into dry clothes, and when he returned to the yard, all the dirt on the ground had been cleaned up by the disciples of Luohan Hall.

The difference between Luohan Hall and Damo Hall lies not only in the so-called outer and inner courtyards, but also in the difference in martial arts and treatment.

However, no matter how good the treatment is at Dharma Academy, it will not provide all the resources for disciples to cultivate from internal organs to Huangting for free.

In addition to the fixed monthly supply of elixirs, disciples of the two academies need to take on tasks and gain good merits to obtain more resources.

Then use good deeds to exchange for elixirs, weapons, etc.

Cleaning the slaughterhouse is one of the Luohan Hall disciples’ favorite tasks.

Apart from being a bit dirty and smelly, it grants a lot of good deeds, is easy to clean, and if you're lucky you can even get some elixir benefits from within the Medicine King Academy.

"So, Junior Brother Li, don't listen to those people's nonsense. Although the work in our slaughterhouse is a bit dirty and smelly, it is safe."

"As long as I complete the tasks assigned by Master and Senior Brother on time, the good deeds I'll earn will be more, not less, than those tasks of hunting down and stationing people in the Dharma Academy."

Li Cunxiao nodded after hearing this.

Good deeds are equivalent to the contribution to the sect, and are the main and most important channel for the advancement of disciples in Arhat Hall and Dharma Academy.

Whether it is daily chores in the temple or field work such as going down the mountain to subdue demons, it ensures that the disciples rely closely on the sect, gain promotion through direct contributions, and greatly enhance cohesion and sense of honor.

However, the emergence of this method also shows that in Tiangu Temple, the number of lay disciples who do not study Buddhist scriptures but only practice Buddhist martial arts is increasing.

Coincidentally, facing the impending collapse of the dynasty, sects all over the world are striving to strengthen themselves.

Some seek to protect themselves and keep themselves safe, while others want to help the dragon rise and fight for a thousand-year-old holy land.

Under such external environment, the traditional training methods of morning and evening exercises and meditation have naturally gradually declined.

Nowadays, only the direct disciples of the masters still follow this path of meticulous polishing.

"In short, Junior Brother Li, please share more of Gu Yang's burdens in the future. Our slaughterhouse has many benefits, and you will gradually learn about them."

As Yuanhuai said this, he poured a full glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The vegetarian wine that monks talk about is actually a kind of undistilled low-alcohol wine, such as rice wine and fruit wine, which can be offered as tribute to gods and Buddhas.

Li Cunxiao took a sip and felt a slightly sour taste at first, but a strong sweet aftertaste. After waiting for a while, he even felt a heat rising in his lower abdomen. The effect was no less than that of the lower quality first-level demon meat. It was probably because some leftover spiritual herbs were added during the brewing process.

"How rich is the Yaowang Temple? It doesn't even need to earn any good deeds."

"Just the little residue that flows out of Decong's hands is enough for these disciples to gather enough resources from muscles to internal organs."

"No wonder people are vying for this menial position."

As the work was done quickly today, everyone returned to their rooms before dusk.

A row of small houses were specially built in the Medicine King Courtyard. Although they were used for menial tasks, the treatment was much more comfortable than the large bunk beds in the Arhat Hall.

With a stable income of evil spirits, Li Cunxiao felt happy and sat cross-legged.

There are four acupoints in the nasal cavity: Yingxiang, Suliao and Yintang on the left and right sides.

The left and right Yingxiang acupoints have been connected, and after half a month of hard work, the Su Liao acupoint is about to be tempered.

He took out the Qi and Blood Pill specially provided by Yaowang Academy to the disciples of the fourth room and took one.

The mellow medicinal power diffuses in the body, but the already perfect muscles and membranes squeeze and confine it in the blood flow, and transport it all to the vicinity of the acupoints.

There was hardly any trace of evil energy, only a warm feeling spreading around the nostrils.

Li Cunxiao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was two completely different things whether there was a force led by an alchemist or not.

With the help of such elixirs, at the very least, one can cultivate his muscles to perfection.

The gap in resources between state capitals and county towns is simply incomparable.

Having gotten used to the ferocity of demon flesh, the effectiveness of the elixir even seemed a little lukewarm.

Li Cunxiao simply raised his head and poured all the remaining nine pills into his mouth.

With the blessing of the Mother of the Sea, the powerful spleen and stomach quickly transformed it into essence and energy, without leaking out a single bit, and all of it was poured into the acupoints cultivated by the Bull-Headed Ghost.

After a quarter of an hour, Li Cunxiao suddenly felt his left nostril loosen and suddenly became clear.

All kinds of subtle smells rush into the nasal cavity, and are restored to their original form in the brain based on previous images and experiences.

However, because only one nostril is open, the whole analysis process is a bit long, and it is not possible to instantly model the surrounding environment in the mind.

"With the help of elixirs, it will take about twelve days to open up a single acupoint."

"Taking one step at a time, rather than achieving everything all at once, is this what it feels like for an ordinary genius to cultivate?"

Li Cunxiao felt the subtle changes in his lung breathing, deep in thought.

Of course, he would not leave his golden finger unused, and tried to prove himself through hard work.

Now that I have the identity of Yaowangyuan, my safety in the temple is guaranteed.

And after turning to practicing martial arts, it is still unclear how to deal with the evil in the body.

There is already a collection of vajra pestles. If there is work to do in the slaughterhouse every day, it is estimated that they will be fully stocked in ten days.

At that time, he planned to use the vajra to open the last acupuncture point in the nasal cavity to make the lungs complete.

After that, the remaining kidneys involved the ears, front and back yin, and four orifices, with seventeen acupoints. Using the vajra would be quite costly. He planned to cultivate on his own first, accumulating the evil energy and saving it for his new martial arts training.

Of course, plans are plans, and if the situation requires, you can use the vajra to break through at any time.

Anyway, with the slaughterhouse as a stable source of evil energy, his options for practicing martial arts will be greatly improved in the future.

Putting aside all distractions, Li Cunxiao once again drove the ox ghost up along the meridian to the Yintang acupoint.

The servants in Yaowang Hall are allowed one day off every ten days and they take turns on duty.

The next time I return to the city, I will probably be able to break through my lungs.

The structure of Songzhou City was modeled after the two capitals. The markets near the East Market and the West Market were both prosperous commercial areas and first-class dens of money.

Even the red-light district is the same.

The prostitutes in Pingkangfang in the capital were the most beautiful in the world, and the prostitutes in Jiashanfang in the provincial capital were not far behind.

Especially when it comes to June, the Ghost Festival and the Ullambana Festival next month are not far away, and a large number of wanderers flock to the city.

Brothels and gambling houses were packed every day, and the madams' faces were wrinkled with smiles.

In a private room of a brothel, seven or eight young and handsome warriors were seated at different tables, while girls in front of them were wearing light gauze skirts and dancing with their hair spun in the wind.

The beauties are like flowers, the wine is intoxicating, and the atmosphere is just like the gradually warming early summer.

"Brother You and Brother Hou are both outstanding people in Songzhou."

"This grand event depends on you two brothers to take the lead!"

Wei Bin raised his glass to make a toast. Above him, Hou Yichen and You Jingfeng, who have become famous recently, smiled modestly.

"Brother Wei is too modest. Everyone knows that your uncle is a deacon in the Arhat Hall of the temple."

"By being influenced by what he sees and hears, his knowledge is bound to be much broader than that of us country folk."

"How dare you, how dare you."

Wei Bin waved his hands repeatedly, but the raised corners of his mouth showed that he was very pleased.

"Our fathers and elders all served in the temple and practiced martial arts. We should visit more often and get closer to them, isn't that right?"

Everyone chimed in. As Wei Bin had said, everyone present was, in some sense, a "second-generation monk."

There is no need to say much about the interpersonal relationships, and the martial arts learned basically all originated from Tiangu Temple.

As long as they can get in, they can not only rely on the information gap accumulated by their elders, but also quickly gain a foothold.

They can also rely on martial arts from the same source, and can advance or switch practices seamlessly without having to worry about practicing multiple skills. They are much stronger than ordinary disciples.

"But the Ming Cult is really powerful now, stirring up refugees and bandits everywhere, making it impossible for peace anywhere."

Hou Yichen sighed, and You Jingfeng felt the same way.

"Yes, even my Eagle Claw Sect was forced to stay in the fortress and dared not go out easily."

"Otherwise, my father wouldn't have escorted me to the state capital a month in advance, just because he was worried about any setbacks along the way."

"Don't worry, everyone," Wei Bin smiled and raised his glass.

"No matter how vicious the Ming Cult demons are, can they defeat Abbot Dezheng?"

"I'm afraid that after we join the temple, our first mission will be to follow the temple's uncles and eliminate the demons."

Everyone smiled knowingly upon hearing this. The mutual hostility between Buddhism and the Ming Cult had a long history.

The latter was originally an unknown small sect from outside, but it survived by infiltrating the Zen forest, and even later took over the legacy of the Pure Land Sect and grew stronger.

All the followers of Tantric Buddhism hate these fake monks who wear robes and cause trouble.

Some even say that Emperor Wuzong's suppression of Buddhism and the Huichang Persecution were all related to this group of evil people.

"Brother Wei, what news have you heard?"

Hou Yichen's eyes flickered. "I heard that Senior Brother Yuanjue has already achieved Huangting Perfection. Has he been here recently?"

There was something unspoken in his words, and everyone pricked up their ears. However, Wei Bin's face froze when he heard it, and after a moment he said:

"My uncle is indeed a Huangting Perfectionist, but Brother Hou underestimates the dangers of the True Form Realm."

You Jingfeng noticed Wei Bin's awkward expression and quickly changed the subject:

"Brother Wei is right. In martial arts practice, external demons can be eliminated, but internal demons are difficult to destroy."

"Even if they were the true disciples of Tiangu Temple, and the demon meat and elixirs they ate didn't contain even a trace of evil spirit, didn't some people still fall to the fifth level and die?"

"By the way, Brother Wei, I heard that the Chief Master Decong is a master of alchemy. I wonder if there is any way to please him."

Except for a minor incident in the middle, the whole banquet was a great success for both guests and hosts.

But when Wei Bin got into the carriage, the gloomy look on his face could not be shaken off.

But when he returned home, an unexpected figure made him smile:

"uncle!"

The man turned around when he heard the voice, and saw a middle-aged monk with a cold face and a mustache.

"How's your training going lately? Are you confident you can achieve perfection in the third level of training before the Yulan Festival?"

The tone was calm, which made Wei Bin look embarrassed.

"Should be fine?"

The middle-aged monk frowned, "Have you had too many social engagements recently?"

"Hou Yichen and You Jingfeng are the most promising candidates to become the first master's disciples. My nephew is also considering the family's interests."

Wei Bin looked embarrassed and was ready to be scolded.

"You're already twenty-seven. I'll go to Yaowang Temple to get the elixir for you. Before the Yulan Festival, you're not allowed to leave the house until you've achieved perfection in the last practice."

The middle-aged monk hesitated to speak, threw down a word, and turned away.

Looking at the other person's departing back, Wei Bin breathed a sigh of relief, but he also understood in his heart that his uncle had probably failed again.

"Breaking through the true form failed again."

Yuanjue was riding alone on the official road, with a look of fatigue on his face.

It has been more than three years since Huang Ting was perfected, but every time he tried, the great terror between life and death made him dare not cross the line.

The True Form Realm is the most intense confrontation between a warrior and the demon within him.

If you cannot clear your mind of distractions and overcome yourself, then becoming possessed by demons is the inevitable outcome.

Yuanjue knew the reason why he could not succeed. The incident that happened decades ago was his inner demon.

"Ayun, you've caused too much trouble. I'm tired of it."

"If that bitch hadn't been pregnant with your posthumous child, our family's lineage would have died out."

"Once Bin'er enters Tiangu Temple, I will have nothing to worry about and can fight to the death."

As for Zhang Lishi who killed his brother
He appeared in his dreams countless times, and Yuanjue would never forget that face.

But more than ten years passed and his enemy was nowhere to be found, so this incident became a demon in his heart.

If I could kill my enemy, maybe I could get my revenge, and if my mind was clear, I could break my true form?
Yuanjue burst out laughing, dismounted outside the temple gate, and quickly walked to the thatched house in Yaowangyuan.

My nephew Wei Bin is not talented enough, so he can only ask Yuan Ling for some elixirs.

(End of this chapter)