Gou Zai Liang Jie as a Human Gu

Lin Mo went out of the meditation room to stretch his legs and recover his strength.

It was past noon, but the afternoon sun was still scorching, making people irritable.

"This sun is scorching!"

Lin Mo couldn't help but look up at the blue sky.

Above the sky, three great suns shine together.

"What the hell is this?"

Lin Mo was completely baffled. He couldn't understand how the world created by the Dream Ruins Blessed Land could have three suns.

The three suns are positioned in the east, west, and center, forming a triangle in the sky, creating a triangular configuration.

There appears to be no displacement, no sign of sunrise or sunset.

Three suns that never set—this blessed land of dreams won't be perpetually bathed in daylight, will it?

Lin Mo squinted as he examined the three suns that were naturally formed, and noticed that the two suns on the east and west sides were smaller and longer than before.

Like two eyes, slowly closing their eyelids.

As the eyes slowly closed, endless flames erupted from beneath the eyelids, pouring onto the atmosphere on the east and west sides, creating a magnificent spectacle of a bursting sunset.

Such a scene is nowhere to be seen in the human world.

How magnificent!

As the two suns close, the light on the central sun becomes less intense, turning into a serene and solitary glow, illuminating all directions and revealing everything under the night sky.

Lin Mo watched as the sky turned from day to night, his expression remaining one of astonishment for a long time.

A burst of orchestral music, mixed with the melodious chirping of orioles and soft laughter, drifted from the side room, bringing him back to reality.

What was that sound?

Lin Mo's pupils narrowed. This melody was definitely not Buddhist chanting; it had no trace of purity or Zen. On the contrary, it was extremely tender and enchanting.

The sound was coming from the other side of the wall.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he moved to the courtyard wall and climbed the old pear tree in the courtyard.

The evening breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying with it the aroma of wine and the scent of perfume.

From this vantage point, the view of the neighboring courtyard is completely visible.

The courtyard was brightly lit, illuminating the group of beautiful women in light gauze dresses, making them look radiant and dazzling. Their hairpins and ornaments swayed, their eyes were alluring, their demeanor was enchanting, and their every glance was captivating.

On the stone table, fine wines and delicacies, fresh fruits and delicacies were laid out, and the aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of rouge and silk filled the air.

Several monks, dressed in robes and hats, shed their daytime solemnity.

Young women surrounded him, some playing the zither and flute, others singing soft, enchanting melodies.

They might pour wine from a jug, peel fruit, and serve food with a gentle and flattering demeanor.

She might dance gracefully, her light gauze billowing, her waist swaying, each step alluring and seductive, igniting a burning passion in the heart.

Some of these monks held wine cups and drank heartily under the moon.

Some men put their arms around the slender waists of the women beside them, whispering and teasing, their fingertips caressing the women wantonly.

Even worse, some would remove their underpants, grab the woman's slender waist, and engage in illicit acts in the corridor like an old man pushing a millstone.

Lin Mo, hiding in the pear tree, looked down at the absurd scene below, his brows furrowed.

"So you call yourselves monks? You're a bunch of dogs, worse than pigs and dogs."

He cursed under his breath, then suddenly realized that this was exactly what he had set up.

I was the one who started it all.

"I guess I have no right to criticize. Whatever, it's just a dream, nothing to say."

Lin Mo leaped down from the pear tree, startling the little novice monk who was crouching below.

"Little monk, what are you doing here?" Lin Mo patted his chest and glared at him.

At such a young age, he's already learning to eavesdrop; he certainly won't become a proper monk in the future.

"The abbot wants to see you," the young monk reported.

Abbot? Master Jueyuan.

Lin Mo remembered that it was he who saved him at the execution ground, saying that he had a connection with Buddhism. Emperor Chengping gave Buddhism some face and ordered him to starve for seven days, promising to let him go if he didn't die.

There must have been a reason why this person saved me.

Let's see what kind of wishful thinking the Buddhist sect is up to.

Lin Mo followed the young novice monk out of the Zen temple, through the corridor, and soon arrived at the back room of the Great Buddha Temple, the deepest courtyard.

The courtyard is named Zhijue Hall, with a black lacquered wooden plaque hanging under the eaves and a couplet prominently displayed on either side.

Those who falsely claim to perceive the nature of mind will find it difficult to sever their attachment to greed, delusion, and worldly desires.

Two large red lanterns hanging under the eaves illuminated the Zen precepts, making the gilded characters appear even more glaringly red.

Lin Mo looked really awkward, shook his head, and pushed the door open to enter.

The abbot's monastery had been quiet for a long time, unlike the other monks who were so unrestrained.

The young monk entered and announced his arrival, then came out and bowed to Lin Mo: "The abbot is currently in meditation and has not yet finished. Please wait a moment, benefactor."

"It's alright," Lin Mo returned the greeting.

"what!"

Suddenly, a scream came from inside the house. The voice was soft, sweet, and high-pitched; it was a woman's voice.

Lin Mo's lips twitched.

It really is meditation.

He was simply practicing the Joyful Meditation.

"Did this old bald monk save me because he saw I was a prodigy in dual cultivation?"

As Lin Mo was pondering this, the door to the meditation room suddenly opened.

A woman, disheveled and drenched in sweat, walked out of the meditation room with a frail, willow-like gait. As she descended the stone steps, she repeatedly turned back, her eyes filled with a sense of lingering reluctance.

"Please come in, Benefactor Lin." An invitation came from inside the meditation room. The voice was somewhat old, but very loud and full of energy.

Lin Mo lifted his foot and stepped onto the stone steps.

Upon entering, a luxurious and warm fragrance wafts towards you.

The beams and pillars that come into view are carved with dragons and phoenixes, and lanterns made of glass and warm jade hang from them. The lights flicker and the room is filled with shimmering gold, making people dizzy.

The ground was covered with a thick, red brocade carpet, which was soft and silent underfoot and spotless.

The statue of the Three-Eyed World-Honored One, which should have been enshrined in the hall, was entirely gilded, and the lotus pedestal beneath it was made of pure gold.

On the table, instead of wooden fish, bronze chimes, and Zen scriptures, were displayed glass wine pots, white jade wine cups, and exquisite fruit platters.

Turning past the screen on the right-hand side, the walls are adorned with ancient paintings depicting ladies playing and enjoying romantic moments, the brushstrokes delicate and the expressions enchanting.

An exquisitely crafted sandalwood couch, covered with a scarlet tassel brocade cushion, exudes a languid and luxurious atmosphere. At this moment, an old monk wearing only his undergarments sits cross-legged on the couch.

It was none other than Jueyuan, the abbot of Dafosi Temple.

"Please come forward, benefactor," Jueyuan gestured.

Lin Mo stepped forward and came close to him.

Jueyuan took his wrist and checked his pulse for a moment: "Although the pulse is a bit weak, the body is fine. Please sit down, benefactor."

Lin Mo sat down on the futon in front of him and returned the greeting, saying, "Thank you for saving me, Master."

Jueyuan waved his hand at Lin Mo and said with a smile, "Benefactor Lin, please don't stand on ceremony. You have a connection with Buddhism. I saved you so that I could pass on my mantle. I wonder if Benefactor Lin would like to join my Buddhist sect? If you don't mind, when this old monk passes away, this abbot's position will be yours. The vast wealth of Dafosi Temple and its beautiful women are all yours to take as you please."

Direct bribery!

Isn't this so blunt and shameless?

Lin Mo looked a little confused upon hearing this, unsure of how to respond.

I entered the Dream Ruins Blessed Land for spiritual cultivation, not to indulge in pleasure!

Seeing Lin Mo hesitate, Jueyuan was not in a hurry. He smiled slightly and continued, "It was my presumption, Benefactor Lin. If you become my disciple, you will be my personal disciple and can inherit my unparalleled martial arts."

"As a child, you should be filial. Once you have mastered martial arts, you can go to the court, kill the tyrannical emperor, and avenge your father."