Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

Cihang Yuanjun waved her hand. How could she not hear Fu Guanyin's words of comfort?

Temples that should emphasize precepts, instead exploit the desires of sentient beings and charge various fees under various pretexts...

Fu Guanyin had an idea and said:

“Senior Cihang, although the liquidation is quick and straightforward, it cannot bring about a change. Given time, a new group of monks like this will surely emerge.

They don’t necessarily care about Buddhist scriptures, but only see the temples as a way to make money.”

Cihang Yuanjun nodded. She had already foreseen this situation and frowned.

"Then treat them like leeks. Let the Qilin come regularly to harvest them and send them to the underworld. The money earned under the guise of Buddhism must be repaid in some way."

"But this is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. It doesn't even address the root cause. I came here, so I have to do something..."

Fu Guanyin expressed his own ideas, which were to integrate the idealistic creed of the Holy Fire Sect with the current Buddhist management system, and to build a model temple with reference to the Great Compassion Temple.

Although those prosperous temples were more rotten than each other, we have to admit that they did play with the organizational structure in a creative way. Their popularity was no accident and must have had its unique features.

With her ability and energy, she can only build one or two similar temples. Although the number is small, it depends on human efforts, so she will build as many temples as she can.

It can be regarded as a way to repay the kindness of Cihang Yuanjun for spreading the Dharma, and it can also be used to call the idle old men in the Holy Fire City to come over and do some work.

The teachings of Buddhist scriptures, the mature organizational structure of the temple, and the indifference of the Holy Fire Sect's Lao Deng, this should be a relatively perfect combination.

"...However, in the early stages, I don't want to use the name of Buddhism, so as not to attract remnants and let those monks gather here for refuge, which would then corrupt the atmosphere before it is established."

"It's up to you, but if you don't want to use the name of a Buddhist, Guanyin, then what will the temple believe in?"

Fu Guanyin described her idea, she planned to treat everyone equally!

When the time comes, a row of statues will be placed side by side: statues of the Feathered People, the Divine Sky Sect, Cihang Yuanjun, and the Holy Fire Sect...

Cihang Yuanjun almost lost her composure and held her forehead with her hands. Suddenly, she felt completely exhausted. This girl looked quite calm, but why did she act like that guy Chu Wuji?

【Well, at least it's been passed down.】

Fu Guanyin took out the map, examined the route, and said:

"After visiting these places, I can finally go back in a few days!"

The Kingdom of Jingjue,

The recruitment of the underworld has been automated. The Yin Buddha ghost monks who were previously taken to the underworld can be taken out directly to fight, letting them fight each other, and there is no need to use the Shenshui Sect's large formation.

The underworld was expanding steadily, and the scale of urban construction had already caught up with the capital of Lihuo. The flow of people... and ghosts on the streets was extremely large.

Unfortunately, because there were too many monks, there were bald heads everywhere, making it look like a dark Buddhist kingdom, which made Chu Wuji a little unhappy.

"Whatever. All I want is for the underworld to be high enough. I don't care about the style."

During these days, Chu Wuji often practiced the inheritance of the "Yanluo Stone Carving" with the Queen of Jingjue. It is indeed necessary to rely on the environment of the underworld to practice. No wonder the disciples of the immortal family cannot practice well.

Now, Chu Wuji has successfully used the underworld under his feet as his foundation and has become the true "King of Hell", able to mobilize the power of the underworld.

Even if you go to the Buddhist hell afterwards, you will have the confidence to protect yourself and will not be completely passive.

After the mountain god and the water god, Chu has another identity as the King of Hell!

When you are away from home, you still need an identity card to be able to do things conveniently.

However, the power of the King of Hell can be further improved, because the inheritance contains supernatural powers, which must be slowly comprehended and digested.

"Alright, little Qilin, stop being dazed. We haven't finished copying today's Qingxin Jue yet!"

The pleasant voice of Crane Immortal came from Chu Wuji's ears, ethereal and ethereal, yet retaining the charm of a mature woman.

The beautiful woman in cheongsam was leaning over and standing behind Chu Wuji. Her soft and plump breasts were half flattened and weighed heavily on the back of his neck. Her delicate hands held Chu Wuji's big hands and guided him to write stroke by stroke.

The reason was that He Xianren disliked Chu Wuji's handwriting because it was too ugly, and felt that if he copied it several times, it would be disrespectful to the Qingxin Jue.

During the first few days of copying, He Xianren would not hold Chu Wuji so closely, but as time went on, she became more relaxed and almost held him close to her while writing.

"Little Qilin, why do you feel more and more uneasy the more you copy today?"

The Crane Immortal noticed his abnormality, and when he spoke, the mature woman's breath, as sweet as orchid and musk, blew on his ears.

Chu Wuji bowed slightly in embarrassment to hide his awkward "standing stick" position.

Chapter 600 The appearance of Wu Qu Star!

Chu Wuji was unable to respond to He Xianren's question. He could only hold back his strength and finish copying the Qingxin Jue in his hand. The power of the stick was almost fully accumulated.

It should be said that this is also related to the fact that he has been busy with cultivation recently and has no time to be intimate with the elders. Those beautiful thoughts will not dissipate, but are temporarily hidden, so as not to bother him when he needs to calm down.

I didn't expect that when I was copying books, which should have been a time for concentration, all those thoughts were aroused by the Crane Hermit...

"I've copied it. Can we finish today's homework?" Chu Wuji wanted to escape from this place, otherwise he would be exposed.

The beautiful woman in cheongsam examined Chu Wuji's copying homework, and a slight stern look of anger appeared on her mature and gentle face.

A pair of elegant crane eyes looked back and forth at the paper, not wanting to look at the results.

"The Qingxin Jue requires you to calm your mind while copying. You're getting more and more anxious as you write. By the end, even I couldn't hold your hand to slow you down!"

"Today...I'm not feeling well."

Chu Wuji found a lame excuse, but the physical and mental pressure on him suddenly decreased, because when Crane Immortal was glaring at him and scolding him, he straightened his back, moved those two white melons away, and his breath no longer fell into his ears when he spoke.

Chu Wuji always heard people talking about "pillow talk". He didn't understand it in the past, but now he has accidentally realized its power.

"Why are you feeling unwell? If you have anything worrying about you, tell me!"

Crane Immortal asked seriously, his tone slowing down, as if caring, and he turned back into a gentle and kind elder.

It is impossible for the mood to be irritable for no reason. Only when there is something on one's mind will one feel uneasy. Because the thoughts in the mind are focused on other things and do not converge back to the original place, how can one not be restless and irritable?

Ordinary people would have such symptoms due to physical problems such as imbalance of yin and yang, but it is impossible for Chu Wuji. His physical body is perfect, so it can only be that there is something wrong with his thoughts.

Physical problems are easy to solve, but mental problems need more attention.

Chu Wuji faced the concerned motherly gaze, feeling guilty and not daring to look directly at it. He looked away and continued to look for an explanation:

"It's the problem with the Yama inheritance. The closer I get to perfection in my cultivation, the more excited I become, and thus, the more anxious I become."

Crane Immortal nodded in pretense, but she didn't believe it. She asked carefully:

"It's understandable to be excited about the results of your practice, but if you're excited for yourself, your mind is still on yourself and you won't be so distracted. You must be excited to do something, and your mind has wandered..."

This meant that Chu Wuji continued to confess and was excited about what he wanted to do.

This really put him in a difficult position. Judging from Hermit Crane's current attitude, she would not let him go without questioning him clearly, and ordinary lies could not fool her.

The conversation suddenly fell silent, and the room became quiet.

The mirror next to them reflected the figures of the two people. The plump and elegant cheongsam-wearing woman stood in front of the handsome man, her beautiful eyes as calm as a well, gazing at him peacefully.

The two people's hair looks a bit like a couple's match. Chu Wuji's hair is still pale at the ends, like the hair of a wolf in the snow.

The Crane Immortal's hair color is also black and white, but on his snow-white and smooth hair, there are two strands of dyed black bangs.

It fits in with the black and white Taoist rhyme of the crane's body.

"Are you so anxious to come up with an excuse that you can't even look me in the eye?"

Crane Immortal bent down her slender waist again, but this time she did not press on his back. Instead, she held up Chu Wuzhi's face and forced him to look at her closely.

The distance between the beautiful woman and the man was suddenly shortened to just a palm's length.

The texture of Hexianren's face was clearly visible in an instant. It was white and delicate, as tight as a girl's. Under the rosy and fair skin, there were fine blood vessels.

It seemed as if the breath was mixed with aphrodisiac fragrance, and it was exhaled again from the sexy lips. Chu Wuji had his face held in her hands, and there was no way to avoid it. His heart was shaken, and he felt very helpless.

Such an action is more like the cheek-holding and tongue-pecking between lovers, but Crane Immortal always makes similar moves unconsciously.

But this time, Chu Wuzhi could no longer suppress the force of the stick, and the movement right under the nose of He Xianren was clearly captured by her.

The beautiful woman in cheongsam was stunned at first, then said unhappily:

"I've been interrogating you for so long, and now I realize you're really like this, little Qilin! I really thought you were thinking about something else!"

Chu Wuji didn't know how to explain this big mistake. He said awkwardly:

"sorry……"

"Why would I have such thoughts even though I'm copying the Qingxin Jue? Which girl are you thinking about? Little Qingying or Little Guanyin?"

He Xianren naturally knew the relationship between the two girls and Chu Wuji, and they didn't hide their eye contact at all.

Chu Wuji glanced at Hexianren awkwardly, his smile stiff and unable to answer.

Hermit Crane did not force him to answer. That was not the point after all. It was enough to find out what was making him uneasy.

The beautiful woman put on a stern expression again, and with her devilish makeup, she exuded a witch-like charm. She said:

"Little Qilin misses the girl, I don't blame you, but you are copying the Qingxin Jue passed down by our ancestors and still have such romantic thoughts. I will punish you!"

...Even if it's a punishment, it's a way out.

Chu Wuji didn't dare to object and sincerely admitted his mistake: "I deserve to be punished. How would you like to punish me, Senior Tingqin?"

After a brief thought, Crane Immortal said:

"It's better to unblock than to block... Little Qilin, you have to recite the Qingxin Jue again. I will lock your energy and blood here again, making you suffer for half a day. This will be considered a lesson for you!"

"Fine……"

When Chu Wuji first heard the phrase "It is better to loosen than to block", he thought it was a strange method, but he didn't expect it to be so strange.

He didn't say any more nonsense. He couldn't waste this opportunity and had to get this matter over with quickly.

Chu Wuji sat back at the desk obediently and copied the Qingxin Jue. He Xianren also brought a chair over and sat down almost next to him, with her voluptuous black silk legs crossed.

A mature and elegant young woman in cheongsam supervised the progress of her junior in copying books with her eyes. A hand as soft and smooth as jade reached under the table, captured Chu Wuji's handle, and trapped his blood, energy and essence with magic.

However, He Xianren was also afraid that it would really make him too uncomfortable, so he kept holding his slender hand and checking on Chu Wuji's condition at any time, and would end it in time if there was anything wrong.

While Crane Immortal was manipulating the situation, her fair and delicate face was leaning against his side, observing his concentration.

After supervising for a while, some subtle thoughts flashed through the beautiful woman's mind. She was really surprised by the child's vigor and vitality. His energy and blood were as strong as the sea!

But, the veins are all bulging, so it should be okay, right...?

Hey, this shape is interesting!

"Senior Tingqin... could you please stop rubbing your fingertips back and forth on that blood vessel... I'm a little distracted." Chu Wuji's face was tense. He copied for a while, but finally couldn't help but pause.

The Crane Immortal's delicate hands froze, realizing that something was wrong. However, he did not let go, but instead spoke of his discovery:

"Little Qilin, the veins on your vitals are quite impressive!"

"What's wrong?" Chu Wuzhi felt that He Xianren was not joking, as if he had really discovered something.

"Come, look at the spot where my finger is sliding across. It's the trend of the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper. And this spot is exactly where the Qi and blood are inexplicably gathering. It's even more protruding. This is where the Sixth Star is!"

Chu Wuji was a little confused when he heard this, especially when Hexianren looked very interested and analyzed his vitals. He didn't know how to react, and after a long while, he squeezed out a sentence:

"What's wrong with the sixth star of the Big Dipper? Is there anything special about it?"

Crane Immortal was very familiar with these, having read and studied them countless times. He explained casually:

"This sixth star is Wu Qu. Using the Yin-Yang and Five Elements, Wu Qu belongs to Yin Metal, symbolizing strength and bravery. It's a perfect match for your unreasonable martial arts foundation."

The immortals attach great importance to and love those naturally occurring star maps. For example, if the texture on a branch or a stone can present a certain constellation, they will collect it.

The Crane Immortal was no longer staring at Chu Wuji's copying homework. He was delighted to see the object in his hand, and stroked it back and forth as if it were a treasure.

Chapter 601: Encountering a Wall is Inevitable

Chu Wuji's expression became increasingly strange. He really couldn't find a suitable response to face He Xianren.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never have imagined that Crane Hermit could discover something like this from him, and even showed such interest in it...

"Martial Qu Star... Yin Metal in the Five Elements?"

"Yes, Yin and Yang are inseparable from the Five Elements. Wenchang and Qingyang are Yang Metal, and your Wuqu corresponds to Yin Metal!"

The Crane Immortal explained tirelessly, and Chu Wuji nodded subtly, pretending to understand. The beautiful woman in the cheongsam in front of him asked again:

"Little Qilin, has this been like this since you were a child? Or did it develop gradually? Are there similar symptoms elsewhere?"

Chu Wuji was so moved by what he said that he began to examine himself. Would this thing be like a sunflower, pointing to the direction of a certain star every time it looked up?