Talk about the world of mortals in detail

After finishing the last bit of rice, Yi Shuyuan put down the bowl and chopsticks.

When Shi Sheng picked up the bowl and chopsticks and put them away, he wiped the bottom of the bowl with his hand, and a burst of water vapor suddenly filled the air, washing away the few food residues in the bowl and on the chopsticks.

Seeing that the master did not blame him, Shi Sheng quickly put the bowls and chopsticks into the trunk.

Yi Shuyuan picked up "The Wonderful Alchemy" and put it in his sleeve, then stood up and walked towards the courtyard of the guest house.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Go to the temple for a walk."

"I am coming too!"

Shi Sheng shouted and quickly trotted to catch up.

Although Yi Shuyuan had never heard of Xiangshan Zen Monastery before, it is obvious that it must have a high status in Suzhou, a northwest place. Just look at the size of the temple.

The guest house area where Yi Shuyuan lives is only part of the guest area, and there are two other guest houses.

When I arrived, there didn't seem to be many pilgrims, and I didn't even see many monks. But there were quite a few people staying in the guest house, but it was probably just in time for dinner.

At this time, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng were walking in the temple, and they saw many pilgrims and monks passing by one after another. Looking in the direction of the visitors, they knew where the dining hall was.

"Master, look over there!"

Shi Sheng pointed at a person in the distance, to be precise, a monk walking from the dining hall.

This monk is different from other monks in Xiangshan Zen Temple. He wears an old and even torn monk's robe, with some obvious patches on it.

A string of Buddhist beads the size of large walnuts hangs on the body. Each one is black and shiny, and they barely sway when walking.

The leggings can be seen clearly on the calves that are not covered by the hem of the monk's robe.

The monk seemed to be mumbling something, maybe he was reciting sutras, and he was focused on moving forward without squinting.

As the monk passed by, one or two or a few people passed by in the same direction. These people were either wearing animal skins or wearing rich clothes, and they all looked at the monk intentionally or unintentionally.

It seems that they are just as curious as other pilgrims, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the aura of these people is still very different from ordinary people, and the evil aura is particularly conspicuous in the Buddhist land.

This situation made Yi Shuyuan stop for a moment, and the monk passed by him, and he heard the voice clearly.

It's not a profound scripture, just a few words chanted over and over again.

"My Buddha is compassionate, my Buddha is compassionate, my Buddha is compassionate."

Yi Shuyuan looked back at the monk's retreating figure. There was obviously a place to stay in that direction.

Another monk passed by, and Yi Shuyuan stepped forward to ask.

"Master, did the master who just passed by receive ordination in this temple?"

The monk looked at Yi Shuyuan, then looked in the direction he was pointing.

"Oh, that's definitely not the case. You can tell just by looking at his clothes. He must be a traveling monk. This is also a common thing. Some people stay in the temple for a few days, and some even want to stay. I don’t know what kind of person this one is.”

The monk said that he put his hands together and bowed, and then left. There were many people in Xiangshan Zen Temple now, and not every monk knew who the guests were.

"Sir, those people I just mentioned in the dining hall are them."

Hui Mian's voice rang in his ears, and Yi Shuyuan glanced around to know who it was referring to.

"Master, are they going for that monk?"

"It's probably close to ten."

His steps were steady and his feet were touching the ground, and he was hanging iron Buddha beads. He clearly had an evil aura, but he also really had a trace of Buddhist aura.

Yi Shuyuan pulled Shi Sheng to one side, and unknowingly he turned into the wind and blew forward.

The monk had obviously realized something. He just chanted compassion and kept moving forward. Apparently he did not actually go to the guest house or the monk's house, but kept walking towards the back mountain.

When we arrived here, many Buddhist temple buildings were being expanded but not yet completed. Not to mention the overnight pilgrims, even the monks in the temple had not come here. The group of people following the monks became extremely obvious.

Arriving at the wall at the back of Xiangshan Zen Monastery, the monk paused, then jumped lightly, put his hand on the top of the wall, and jumped out.

"Don't let him get away!" "Follow him!"

A group of people stopped pretending and rushed towards the courtyard wall and jumped up. Everyone jumped out of the courtyard wall and chased after him.

A gust of wind lingered in the backyard, then blew out of the temple and towards Xiangshan.

At this moment, in Xiangshan Mountain, the monk was running fast in front, and a group of people behind him were chasing after him with swift movements. Both sides were extremely fast and rushed upwards into Xiangshan Mountain one after another.

"Woohoo. Woohoo"

The mountain wind whistled in the monk's ears, and he still kept chanting.

"My Buddha is compassionate, my Buddha is compassionate"

It was already when the sun was setting, but once we entered the mountains, it seemed as if the sky was getting darker faster.

The two waves of people before and after stepped on the snow and left countless footprints, and someone shouted loudly from behind.

"Ding Feixiong, you can't run away——" "Block him——"

Some people even flew out hidden weapons at this moment, but they were easily dodged by the monk in front.

After chasing for about half a quarter of an hour, the snow around him became thicker and thicker. The monk suddenly stopped running after running into a mountain col.

There were more than a dozen people chasing behind him. At this moment, they dispersed around one after another, and some even went around to the front to block the monk's path.

"My Buddha is merciful. The poor monks have already fled to Dayong. Why do you have to deal with each other so hard?"

The monk clasped his hands and chanted Buddhist chants, but the leader of the chase laughed.

"Yeah, who would have thought that you, Ding Feixiong, would become what you are today? You wouldn't think that being a fake monk would really cut off your worldly ties, right?"

Someone next to me said in a gentler voice.

"Master Ding, since you have decided not to be concerned with worldly affairs, then hand over the Guiyuan Gong and Guiyuan Pill. It's up to you whether you prefer to be a monk or to live in seclusion in the countryside!"

"Yes, as long as you do as you are told, we will let you go and we will never disturb you in the future!"

The monk put his hands together and crossed the prayer beads on his chest.

"Ding Feixiong is a thing of the past. I can give you the Guiyuan Gong, but the Guiyuan Pill has long been gone. I hope all the donors can let me go!"

"Where did the Guiyuan Pill go?" "How can I practice Guiyuan Gong without the Guiyuan Pill?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the Guiyuan Gong first!" "Do you believe what he says?"

The monk slowly raised his head and looked around.

"My Buddha is merciful, but this poor monk doesn't want to break the precept of killing."

"Most of his power has been lost. Catch him first!" "Go -"

Most of the people around him rushed over at this moment, some jumped up, and some sprinted through the snow.

Veins popped up on the monk's body, and his clasped hands suddenly expanded outward, pulling the beads on his chest to the limit.

The next moment, the string of beads collapses? , the iron beads shot around like cannonballs.

"Swish", "swish", "swish", "swish".

"Bang", "bang", "bang", "bang".

The warriors who rushed towards them didn't even have time to react. They were pierced by the iron beads one after another, and some even had their foreheads exploded. Red and white things shattered on the ground, and the nearby snow was dyed red with blood.

"Ho ho, ah——" "Run quickly——"

The few people who didn't come forward screamed and used their physical skills to escape.

"Ding Feixiong, your martial arts skills are not useless at all."

"I, the Buddha, have mercy and save you from going to hell."

At the moment when the leader was frightened, the monk had stepped on the snow to get behind him, and struck out with a palm. The latter had no time to parry and was hit in the back of the heart. His whole body was knocked into the snow and became motionless.

"My Buddha is merciful, don't do evil again"

The monk had already reached another person, who drew out a soft sword and waved it wildly, and was greeted by a flying bead.

"Dang~"

The soft sword twisted after just blocking it, and the Buddhist beads pierced his heart with a bang.

The monk's Buddhist sound has now become a life-threatening talisman. Every time the remaining fleeing people hear this sound, they are frightened physically and mentally. After just a moment, no one can stand.

"My Buddha is compassionate."

The monk clasped his hands together and recited a Buddhist sound in a low voice. He walked step by step towards the corpses and found the iron beads that had been struck nearby or embedded in the corpses one by one. His hands were soon filled with them.

"You don't believe what the poor monk says, but you believe what you hear from hearsay."

"May you be liberated from hell as soon as possible, may I, Buddha, be merciful!"

Greed can blind people's minds and make people lose their minds, and the greed of others can also plunge innocent people into eternal disaster.

With this thought in his mind, the monk looked at the blood beads in his hands and stood there for a long time without moving, but his mouth kept moving. It was still either a long string of Buddhist scriptures or the words "My Buddha is compassionate".

After a while, the monk washed the beads in the snow, put them in the monk's bag and left.

In a gust of breeze, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng appeared. Shi Sheng had one eye open and the other closed. Although he did not dare to look at the corpse, he did not avoid it.

"Sir, you don't think he's suitable, do you? He's not even a real monk."

"Of course not. It's just that this kind of martial arts is obviously not available to ordinary people, but he seems to want to be a real monk."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the corpses on the ground. Those who died in a place like this would most likely become a lonely ghost.

The breeze picked up again, and Yi Shuyuan took Shi Shenghua into the wind and left. Although the mountain seemed quiet, there were already some animals hiding in the dark smelling the smell of blood in the gradually falling night, but they just didn't dare to get close for the time being.

The monk returned to Xiangshan Zen Monastery, as if nothing had happened, and returned to the monk's dormitory where he had been arranged.

The place where the monk lives is distinguished from ordinary pilgrims as much as possible, and this monk lives next to the monks in a part of Xiangshan Zen Monastery.

But at about the same moment, a long-bearded monk appeared outside the abbot's Zen room.

The abbot in the Zen room seemed to be aware of it. He turned his head and looked outside. His face suddenly showed surprise, and he quickly got up and bowed to pray to the Buddha.

"Master Teruri!"

The monk outside the Zen room was the one who had gone to see Yi Shuyuan before.

"That wandering monk is a murderer. You can't keep him here. Send someone to report him to the official after you drive him out of the temple!"

"Disciple knows!"

The abbot bowed again, and when he raised his head, he could no longer see the monk outside the door.

——

It was a small, single room, lit by an oil lamp.

The monk used a twisted fine hemp rope to string the iron beads together again. Another footsteps came from outside the door, making him pause.

"Dong dong dong~"

A monk knocked on the door and gently pushed it open.

"Senior brother, the abbot said that you have been staying in the temple for many days and it is time to leave."

"Master Abbot, don't you want to take me in?"

"Master Abbot just said that he would ask senior brother to leave tomorrow!"

After saying that, the monk bowed and turned around and left, leaving the monk in the room sighing.