I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

Chapter 087: The Immobilization Bowl

Le Jue stood in front of the temple gate from late at night to early morning, anxiously hoping that the monks would return to the Buyu Temple.

"Host, good morning!"

But none of the monks came back, only the little girl came up the mountain early to help.

He nodded towards Tangtang, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

"Are you all still awake? The temple is so quiet today."

"..."

Le Jue didn't respond and silently led the little girl to do the work.

Tomorrow is the day for the official porridge distribution. Although most of the preparations have been completed, the number of people working has dropped sharply, and both of them are very busy all day.

Tangtang was so tired that her back ached and her old bones almost fell apart.

"I'm so tired, Tangtang is going down the mountain to rest."

When the little girl yawned and wanted to leave, Le Jue held her back this time.

"Ok?"

The old monk motioned Tangtang to follow him, and then led her to a clean, empty room.

"Here, Tangtang, can we stay in the temple today?"

Nod, nod.

That’s great. I’m already very tired today, and I have to go down the mountain and rush back to the woodshed to sleep, which makes me even more tired. It would be best if I could live directly on the mountain.

The little girl thanked him with a smile, then wrapped herself in the quilt and fell asleep.

After Liao Jue silently closed the door for her, he returned to his room, thinking all the way.

The stone bed had been overturned, and the "Entering Samadhi Sutra" hanging on the wall was covered with purple blood stains.

Only the light golden bowl remains spotless, just as it always was.

Sitting upright on the cushion, Liaojue stared at the meditation bowl, and an idea gradually emerged in his mind.

Such a large temple is doomed to be unable to be maintained by just one old monk.

The Buyu Temple can collapse, but the inheritance must not be broken!

So......

Closing his eyes, Liao Jue made the most difficult decision of his life.

....................

“Line up”

"One bowl per person, no more."

The rich aroma of porridge wafted from the big pot, and there was an endless stream of people queuing up on the mountain to get the porridge.

"Little girl, why are you the one making porridge for us this time? Where are the masters?" someone asked curiously.

"I don't know, but as long as there's porridge to drink, Tangtang thinks it doesn't matter who beats me."

indeed!

The man nodded with deep understanding, received the porridge and went down the mountain happily.

It is busiest in the morning, but the flow of people decreases a lot by noon.

After waiting for the host to replace her, Tangtang also joined the queue and planned to queue up for a bowl of porridge.

"Little girl, why are you queuing too? Go to the front."

"Yes, yes, we have been busy for a long time, let's have some porridge to fill our stomachs."

Seeing that Tangtang looked embarrassed and refused to cut in line, people pushed her to the front of the line.

Gollum-

Tangtang took a sip of the fragrant porridge and felt even hungrier.

At this time, Liao Jue smiled and handed her a light golden bowl filled with porridge.

"Hey, thank you for hosting~"

Tangtang found a big rock to sit on, blew the porridge to cool it down, and started eating it bite by bite.

As she was eating, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be many small words engraved on the bowl.

It didn't take much effort for Tangtang to recognize the small words. The first thing she did was to keep her mouth shut.

This is a Zen method that requires one to not speak after practicing it. The girl just glanced at it and passed it by, showing no interest at all.

Next is the "Entering Samadhi Sutra". Recite the Sutra aloud/mentally. As long as your vows are strong enough and combined with this bowl, even the immortals can be suppressed.

Wow, that looks amazing!

After all the porridge was eaten, Tangtang saw the last paragraph of small words.

The name of the magic weapon is the Dingshen Bowl. The mouth of the bowl is facing the evil demons. Just shouting "ding" can freeze the opponent.

Depending on the cultivation level of the person being immobilized, each immobilization effect will last for at least one breath (for immortals) and at most one stick of incense (for those who have not been upgraded).

.........................

After filling her stomach, the little girl was about to return the bowl to Jue, but he kept waving his hands.

The old monk pointed at the bowl and then at the candy, indicating that the bowl is a gift to you.

"Eh?"

Of course, Tangtang really wanted an alms bowl. After all, with an alms bowl, she would not have to worry about going hungry in Sang Country.

but......

“Isn’t this something very important?”

Of course, it is the most important thing. All the inheritance of Buyu Temple is on it.

However, precisely because it is such an important Buddhist treasure, I cannot let it be buried with me.

Liaojue's expression became serious. He took the light golden bowl, then held it in both hands and handed it solemnly to Tangtang.

"You really gave it to me?"

Nod, nod.

So the little girl no longer refused.

After washing the bowl with clean water, Tangtang happily put it into her bag.

After helping Lejue clean up the soup kitchen, she was ready to leave.

"Host, Tangtang is leaving. Goodbye!"

When Lejue heard Tangtang say that she was leaving, he did not feel lonely this time, but rather peaceful.

Putting his hands together, the old monk bowed slightly to the little girl.

Rest in peace, little donor. Good, good.

.....................

Zhao State, Painted Skin Pavilion.

With a bang, the teacup smashed at Wuxiang's feet. The leader of the Painted Skin Pavilion pointed at his disciple and was so angry that he was speechless.

"Master, calm down."

Wu Xiang said with a stiff upper lip: "Although the green snake was captured by that man, it would be more trouble than gain if he quarreled with Qian Chishi for this."

"What green snake? You still want to hide it from me now!"

Finally catching his breath, the chubby man shouted angrily: "Whoever ruins your cultivation, who!"

"Disciple, my cultivation has not been damaged."

"But your Dao heart is broken. Once your Dao heart is broken, your cultivation level will never be higher than that person's in the future!"

If those who have broken the Taoist mind of Wuxiang cannot be promoted in their lifetime, then Wuxiang will also be unable to be promoted in their lifetime.

Even if that person is promoted, Wuxiang cannot be promoted either. He has to wait until that person attains immortality.

However, the leader of the Painted Skin Pavilion, Qianmian, expects his disciples to live forever!

Once Wuxiang attains immortality, relying on the physical body of 'Wuxiang Demon Lord', he/she will be invincible among the immortals.

But now...

"Which immortal is it?"

"Master, calm down. She is not an immortal, nor has she been promoted."

what? !

Can a cultivator who has not even reached a higher level break your resolve?

It’s a pity that you inherited the name Wuxiang. You disappoint me so much.

Qianmian looked at his disciple who was keeping his head down and saying nothing with a sullen face. After a while he returned to his room, took out a gourd and handed it to Wuxiang.

"This is the Soul-Separating Gourd"

"If ordinary people are sucked into this gourd, their three souls and seven spirits will be shaken and they will be injured. Those who have not been upgraded will definitely die."

Qianmian said coldly: "Take this gourd and break your inner demon now!"

Chapter 088: Rope to Heaven

Having said that, Wuxiang was helpless.

In short, just agree to it first, and then slowly take your time to figure out a solution.

"Master, I will take my leave."

"and many more!"

Qianmian frowned and called out to his disciple, "You are in a state of mind now. Even if you go to find that person under my pressure, you will definitely delay the time. I don't know when you will come back to report."

"Disciple doesn't dare, please rest assured, Master..."

A whirlpool seemed to appear in Qianmian's eyes, sucking out all the memories that Wuxiang had hidden deep in his heart and didn't want to recall again.

The alley, a girl with two pigtails on her head, an incense burner, a cart, the Dong family.

When Wuxiang, who was in a trance, suddenly came to his senses, Qianmian had already completed the portrait of Tangtang.

"Once you have sent someone to find out her exact whereabouts, you will set off immediately."

"I will calculate the time for the round trip. If you don't return in time, I will have to go out myself."

Patting his disciple on the shoulder, Qianmian said earnestly: "Don't let me down. This Painted Skin Pavilion will eventually be handed over to you in the future."

"Yes!" Wuxiang's face was a little pale, but he could only say yes solemnly.

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Tangtang, who has no idea that she has been targeted by the Painted Skin Pavilion, is now making a great attempt.

When they came to a bun shop, the little girl kept shaking the bowl, constantly giving some kind of hint to the owner.

"?"

Why is this little guy hanging around in front of my door if he isn’t going to buy any buns?

"hey-hey"

Tangtang smiled at the puzzled boss and shook the bowl in her hand even harder.

Ah, are you here to beg for alms?

But the little girl doesn't look like a nun.

The boss thought about it, and finally took out a vegetarian bun and put it in the light golden bowl.

It’s just one bun, and the little girl must be very hungry, so just give it to her.