Chapter 428: Moonlight Monk (5)
In the back mountain of Hanyue Temple, next to the cold pond with a white jade base, there is a magnificent building.
Madam Gourami, the supreme elder of Wanhua Sect stationed in Hanyue Temple, leaned lazily in a small pavilion by the water, casually sprinkled a handful of shiny pills, and looked at a dozen handsome monks with fair skin, who were dancing lightly in the water like big carps, opening their mouths and vying for the pills with amazing spiritual power.
"That guy, was his head struck by lightning?"
After hearing the news brought by the trusted disciple in charge, Madam Gouwen laughed: "Interesting, interesting, he has come to Hanyue Temple to play with our disciples, and he has not forgotten to find a few monks to chant sutras to pray for his ancestors. He is really a filial child!"
Looking up at the greasy evil clouds in the sky and feeling the terrifying aura of the Fallen God Whip, Madam Gouwen said leisurely, "Men in the world have all kinds of strange habits. Madam, I have seen and heard a lot... but this kind of tune is the first time I have heard it. "
"Interesting, interesting, let it go..."
"Anyone who comes to our door is a guest. We, the Wanhua Sect, make friends with people all over the world. As for those stupid monks who don't know how to adapt, let alone let them chant sutras, they should be beaten to death and dragged out to feed the dogs... As long as the young master is happy, it's up to him!"
Madam Goushi sprinkled another handful of elixir down.
“Back then, our sect forcibly took over Hanyue Temple… If it weren’t for the old abbot of Hanyue Temple of that generation, who sacrificed his entire life and even risked his life to help the Grand Master refine his magic power and soul, refine his blood essence, and purify his body, the Grand Master would have stepped into the Half-Step Heavenly Man Realm.”
Pursing her lips, Madam Gouwen said dimly, "The only request of that old thief is to ensure that his Hanyue Temple continues to be passed down... These ignorant thief monks play around with our disciples every day, isn't that good? They eat porridge and pickles every day, tsk tsk... They don't know how to enjoy their blessings."
In the pond, a group of handsome monks stuck their heads out and smiled at Madam Goushi in a very flattering and bright manner.
Madam Goushi laughed so hard that she immediately forgot about the strange thing about Lu Fu leaving behind a group of monks to chant sutras to pray for the salvation of his ancestors.
Just some little things.
Not worth much concern.
Here in Hanyue Temple, with the top-level spiritual treasure, the Fallen God Whip, suppressing everything, Madam Gouwen never takes anything to heart.
Nightfall.
A row of red lanterns with ambiguous colors were hung at the entrance of the Zen temple where Lu Yi lived.
In the woods outside the Zen temple, the figures of men and women swayed back and forth, and all kinds of unspeakable sounds came from all directions like a violent storm.
In the small building of the Zen temple, a table of top-notch food had been eaten up. Lu Yi had a huge appetite and he did not waste any of the food. He even drank ten jars of Hanyue Qingjiu, a specialty of Hanyue Temple.
When several maids from Wanhua Sect saw that Lu Yi had eaten and drunk enough, they offered him tea after the meal. One of the maids asked Lu Yi softly, "Sir, do you have any preferences? We can invite the sisters from our sect to visit you and have a chat with you by candlelight."
Lu Yi glanced at the little girls, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
The little girls rolled their eyes and fell to the ground with a few gulps.
Lu Yi stood up and waved his hand, and Ah Hu and his men strode out and guarded the four sides of the yard. Then a breeze blew, and a faint white mist appeared in the yard. The mist enveloped the yard, isolating the sounds inside and outside, and the yard suddenly became quiet.
With a creaky sound, Monk Songguo, who had just finished his dinner, gently pushed open the door.
The courtyard suddenly became quiet, which made the monk Songguo, who had been on tenterhooks, feel extremely uneasy. He pushed open the door and saluted Lu Yi who was standing at the door with his hands clasped together: "May I ask..."
Lu Yi stretched out his right hand, and a golden light shone around his fingertips. An extremely weak but extremely pure Buddhist aura slowly spread out and lingered within a few feet around Lu Yi.
"You..." Monk Songguo's eyes suddenly widened.
In the auxiliary building, the menial monks also came out one after another, staring intently at the golden light on Lu Yi's fingertips.
Lu Yi waved his left hand, and a golden light was released, throwing out the fainted Fairy Yaoying and the spirited Moonlight Monk. Fairy Yaoying fell heavily to the ground like a dead person, while the Moonlight Monk stood firmly and saluted solemnly towards Monk Songguo and his group.
"Uncle Songguo."
"Moon...moonlight!" The stiff faces of Monk Pine Cone and a group of menial monks suddenly changed. They looked at Monk Moonlight in surprise and joy, and were speechless for a moment.
After a long time, Monk Songguo lowered his voice and asked hurriedly: "Weren't you taken away by the witch... uh,... We thought, you..."
Monk Pine Cone looked at Fairy Yaoying who was lying on the ground like a dead person, and then looked at Monk Moonlight who was in full spirit, full of energy and blood, and complete Yuan Yang without any loss, and he was speechless for a moment.
"This is Brother Fahai." Moonlight Monk bowed eleven times to Lu Yi and said gently, "Brother Fahai is requested by an old senior from the Buddhist sect to go to Qianhong City to rescue this disciple."
Looking at Lu Yu, the Moonlight Monk said softly, "Brother Fahai wants to lead me away from the clutches of the Wanhua Sect, but I miss all of you teachers, so I beg you to take the great risk and return to Hanyue Temple to take you away."
The Moonlight Monk explained the whole story in a few words.
Lu Yi grinned at the Moonlight Monk and shook his head: "As for the risk, there is not much risk... I don't know what you think of this Cold Moon Temple, but to me, it is no different from a secular brothel. You can enter and leave freely for money, so what risk is there?"
The Moonlight Monk opened his mouth wide, unable to make a sound.
Monk Songguo was stunned for a long while, then he slowly said: "This temple suffered a terrible disaster. Six thousand years ago, the abbot at that time sacrificed himself to feed the demon, leaving behind this line of asceticism in this temple... Over the past six thousand years, those scums have increased day by day, numbering in the millions, and the true asceticism of this temple... Until now, until now..."
Lu Yi blinked and said nothing.
On the way here, Moonlight Monk told me the story of Hanyue Temple.
The old abbot sacrificed himself to feed the demon and helped a great ancestor of Wanhua Sect to succeed. The old woman broke through to the half-step heavenly realm and, filled with pride, she promised to preserve the true tradition of Hanyue Temple.
Over the past six thousand years, Hanyue Temple has gradually fallen into decline, and the number of flower monks has increased. However, there are less than a thousand monks who have truly maintained the original identity of Buddhist disciples and practiced hard in the temple with the humble status of menial monks.
The Moonlight Monk is an orphan picked up by this group of menial monks.
Monk Songguo and his companions placed their hopes for the restoration of Hanyue Temple on the Moonlight Monk, the 'reincarnation of the true Buddha'. However, they did not expect that the Moonlight Monk was too outstanding. After his cultivation was exposed, he became the Tang Monk's prey in the eyes of many female disciples .
When Fairy Yaoying fastened the mother-and-child life-saving chain around the neck of Monk Moonlight in front of many other monks and forcibly took him away... Monk Songguo and the others were already in utter despair.
"Okay, don't waste time. I've made myself clear. I'll take you away right now." Lu Yi looked at Monk Songguo and said in a deep voice, "Can someone lead the way? Take me to where you live. I have a secret method. We'd better leave quickly before the old witches from the Wanhua Sect find out... Um, do you have anything to pack or take away?"
The eyes of Monk Songguo and other monks simultaneously lit up with bright lights.
Escaping from Hanyue Temple and finding a real place for cultivation, this has almost become the inner demon of the Hanyue Temple's direct descendants for six thousand years... If they can really escape...
The inheritance of Hanyue Temple is extremely important to Wanhua Sect.
Therefore, the Wanhua Sect's most precious treasure, the Fallen God Whip, was hung above the Hanyue Temple. On the one hand, it was used to nourish and temper the sect, and on the other hand, it was used to monitor the movements of the entire Hanyue Temple. If anyone made trouble, once the whip fell, even a master of the Void Realm would suffer a great loss.
Monk Songguo and his companions had thought about escaping, but never succeeded.
The range of activities for this group of menial monks was strictly restricted. If they dared to leave the designated range, they would be immediately attacked by countless flower monks and female demons.
"Brother, are you sure? We must not let the survivors like us delay you..."
Monk Songguo looked at Lu Yi with some hesitation.
"Stop making so much noise and come in. Master Songguo will lead the way. Everyone else, come in!"
Lu Yi was too lazy to talk any more with this group of monks. He waved his hand and a large amount of golden light was spread out. Except for Monk Songguo, all the others were taken into the Small Vajra Mount Sumeru.
After pondering for a while, Lu Yi returned to the pavilion and took in the group of little girls from the outer sect of Wanhua Sect - these little girls were not strong enough in cultivation, they were just the lowest of the lowest in Wanhua Sect, and they had not done anything irreversible, so they still had room for salvation.
Afterwards, those new furniture, which were made of expensive materials and cost a lot of money, were also taken away by Lu Yi.
Patting the stunned Monk Songguo on the shoulder, Lu Yi opened the door, put his hands behind his back, and walked out with his head held high, surrounded by several burly men including Ah Hu.
Monk Songguo gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and hurriedly caught up with Lu Yi.
In the middle of the night, no one was flying over Hanyue Temple... Countless young men and women were doing dirty things on the ground . Their shiny bald heads, rubbed with scented oil, were like lights, appearing everywhere.
Everyone was immersed in boundless desire. Lu Yi and his group were few in number, and Monk Songguo was familiar with the road and chose to walk in secluded corners where no one was around. As a result, they arrived at the desolate place in the back mountain of Hanyue Temple without any trouble along the way.
Here, in the mountains and forests, there are extremely crude wooden houses and thatched huts neatly arranged.
It was already nightfall, and the mountain in front was bustling with noise and bustle, but here, all one could hear was the 'dong dong' sound of wooden fish and the deep sound of chanting scriptures.
In the wooden houses and thatched huts, clusters of Buddha's light flickered.
Many of the Buddha lights were extremely weak, most of which were from the cultivation of the Furnace Realm or the Fiery Realm, but the luster was pure and revealed a firm aura.
Just as Lu Yi and Monk Songguo reached the edge of the forest, they heard a burst of women's laughter coming over: "Masters, tonight's inner demon calamity has come again... Masters, you must stabilize your Zen mind and don't let these little girls ruin your cultivation!"
