Chapter 673: Daoist Laws to Kill (6)
Dalongling, Jiulong Cave.
Compared with the extremely luxurious Mingguang Cave in Yuanfu Mountain, Jiulong Cave is like a broken tile kiln.
There were no exquisite and magnificent buildings in the huge cave, only simple and plain thatched huts and wooden buildings. There were not many monks walking around in the cave, only Buddhist monks in gray monk robes, who were taciturn, sitting cross-legged in the thatched huts and wooden buildings, or under the rocks, practicing silently.
Except for those young novices who have just entered the sect and have not yet achieved much cultivation, the monks in Jiulong Cave do not eat much.
They eat wind and drink dew, use cultivation instead of food, and use the immortal spirit to replenish the needs of the body.
Even the young monks only had three bowls of thin porridge every day, and they didn't even have some pickled vegetables.
The entire Jiulong Cave was silent, and from morning till night, very few people could hear any voices. Even the little monks who were less than ten years old and loved to run around were just following the guidance of their own masters, doing boxing, refining qi, soaking in medicinal soup, tempering their bodies, reciting Buddhist scriptures, and understanding Buddhist principles.
You can often see young monks with strong muscles standing in neat rows, silently carrying large stones and running up and down the winding mountain path. From time to time, some young monks fall down, but without the urging of the big monks, they get up quickly and continue running forward.
This is a standard ascetic base.
Therefore, when Bodhisattva Xile came with a group of followers and disciples, he casually glanced at the Jiulong Cave and curled his lips in disdain.
Everyone is on the wrong track, and Bodhisattva Xile looks down upon the Jiulong Cave...very much.
At the entrance of Jiulong Cave, there is a stone terrace of several hundred acres, and below it is a cliff thousands of feet high. On the edge of the cliff, there are several lush cypress trees. Jiulong Venerable is sitting cross-legged beside a big stone, facing the chessboard, frowning, and slowly reviewing the score.
Venerable Jiulong came from the Daming Jinlun Temple, but his personality... didn't get along well with Monk Shenjiu. Although he was extremely talented and had practiced hard under Monk Shenjiu for many years, he was only an ordinary inner sect disciple and failed to become Monk Shenjiu's true disciple of Buddhism.
Later on, Venerable Jiulong and his master became increasingly disgusted with each other, and Monk Shenjiu was even too lazy to build a good temple for Venerable Jiulong, and only prepared to send him away with an ordinary cave.
This Dalong Ridge was where Venerable Jiulong won the reward from the Buddha five thousand years ago when he participated in a Dharma assembly presided over by the Buddha. He defeated a group of great Buddhist arhats and won the championship.
After leaving the Daming Jinlun Temple and moving to Dalongling, Jiulong Venerable never went back to pay homage to the Divine Eagle Monk. On paper, the two sides were still in a master-disciple relationship, but in reality, they had long been treating each other with respect.
Venerable Jiulong does not drink alcohol, eat meat, or speak nonsense. He does not like fighting and violence. He keeps his distance from the so-called Great Joy lineage and does not get involved in the fights between the major branches within Buddhism.
He likes to look at mountains, water, flowers and the moon. He personally drew the blueprints for the nine main cities and hundreds of large cities under the jurisdiction of Jiulong Cave in Dalongling, and let the Vajra warriors carry out the construction according to the blueprints.
He also has some little hobbies, which are drinking tea and playing chess.
His tea ceremony was ordinary. He was the type who didn't know how to make tea, but had an extremely sensitive tongue and was very good at tasting it.
As for his chess skills...
He is the most famous bad chess player in the area around Dalongling.
A few days ago, a Taoist immortal passed by. This Taoist immortal was quite famous for his chess skills. Jiulong Venerable paid him a visit with a gift in his hand. He fought with the immortal for three days and lost thirty-six games. He was so disgraced that he fled back to Jiulong Cave in embarrassment.
At this moment, he was reviewing the chess game from a few days ago.
He was used to losing chess games, he had long been used to it... But this time, he lost thirty-six games in just three days. Lord Jiulong felt that something was wrong!
"I wouldn't say I'm the best chess player in Buddhism, but I can at least be in the top 100." The Nine Dragons Venerable took a big sip of bitter tea, pinched the chess pieces and muttered to himself, "Losing so miserably? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all... uh, this move... this move..."
His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a small pimple between his brows.
Reverend Jiulong looked at the scattered chess pieces on the board in great distress. Golden stars flashed before his eyes, his head was rumbling, his blood was rushing up, and he almost fainted.
He picked up a brick-sized stone and hit himself on the forehead with it.
The stone shattered, and his mind became a little clearer. Reverend Jiulong hesitated and grabbed the chess piece, wanting to place it on the chessboard.
At this time, the Bodhisattva of Joy came with thousands of disciples, beating gongs and drums, and playing music. Even when they were still dozens of miles away from the stone terrace, a strong scent of powder had already drifted over, causing the young monks who were carrying huge rocks all over the mountains to turn their heads in surprise and stare at the Bodhisattva of Joy sitting on the chariot.
Well, when the Bodhisattva of Joy travels, he rides in a huge sandalwood chariot inlaid with seven treasures, with dragons and phoenixes playing in it.
This chariot has an extremely...
In short, the luxurious and extravagant appearance is the core component of this chariot, which is a large pink round bed. The Bodhisattva of Joy is leaning on the bed at this moment, and dozens of female disciples are busy around him.
What are you busy with...words cannot describe it.
In short, what they were doing were things that, in the eyes of Venerable Jiulong, were simply evil and should be killed with a demon-subduing pestle.
The face of Lord Jiulong turned gloomy.
He slowly stood up, put his hands together, and a Buddhist chant resounded through the sky, like the roar of a huge bell. Terrifying sound waves swept away, shaking the extravagant and flashy team into chaos. Countless monks who were beating drums, flutes and playing pianos cried out in despair, their heads ached so much by his shouting that they dropped their instruments, covered their heads and rolled over.
Bodhisattva Joy waved his right hand, and a pink Buddha light fell, protecting his disciples. He scolded them unhappily, "Jiulong, you are so rude. My uncle is visiting you, what are you doing? Are you dissatisfied with me, your uncle?"
The eyes of the Nine Dragons Venerable were filled with a layer of snowy light, and his whole body was extremely cold, like an ancient snow mountain, standing steadily beside the cliff.
He looked at the group of people and said calmly, "I was wondering who it was, but it turned out to be Master Xile who came to visit. It's Jiulong's fault for not welcoming you... But, Jiulong Cave is crude and simple, and cannot accommodate too many distinguished guests. Master, please keep your disciples outside the mountain and don't come any closer."
Bodhisattva Joy was extremely angry: "How dare you... Are my disciples not qualified to enter your Nine Dragon Cave? If so, I will definitely take them in."
The Nine Dragons Venerable coughed lightly and said, "I will break their legs myself!"
After a pause, the Nine Dragons Venerable added seriously, "Whether male or female, if your disciples dare to step into the Nine Dragons Cave and disrupt the Taoist hearts of the monks under your tutelage... your disciples may even kill people!"
The voice of the Nine Dragons Reverend was deep and his attitude was extremely serious.
If these fancy monks and nuns under the seat of Joyful Bodhisattva really dared to make noise, disturb, and kill people in his Jiulong Cave, he would have killed people before.
He just doesn't want to start a war, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability to do so!
Outsiders only say that Venerable Jiulong is one of the great arhats in Buddhism and one of the strongest people below the bodhisattva realm... Only Venerable Jiulong himself knows the truth. After thousands of years of cultivation in Dalong Ridge, he has broken through the thirty-fold heaven and condensed into the true immortal status of the thirty-first heaven!
And the thirty-first heaven... in Buddhism, it is the entry line to the Bodhisattva realm!
However, Jiulong Zun did not like to be in the limelight. What benefit could a mere title of "Bodhisattva" bring to him? Therefore, for many years, he still did not publicize this news.
With Jiulong Zun's current cultivation, even if the realm of Joyful Bodhisattva is one level higher than his... he can still kill Joyful Bodhisattva with one hand. A "warrior monk" who practices the way of fighting, and a "flower monk" who is proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, who do you think has stronger combat power? Whose combat power is weaker?
Not to mention, after coming to Dalongling for so many years, all the income and output of Dalongling were not used by Venerable Jiulong on eating, drinking, and having fun, but he invested every penny in his own disciples.
As mentioned before, the annual income of a White Dragon City is enough to cultivate ten new True Immortals!
There are a total of nine main cities under the jurisdiction of Jiulong Cave in Dalongling, which are equivalent to Bailong City... There are hundreds of other large cities, tens of thousands of other small and medium-sized cities, and countless mineral deposits, medicinal materials and other outputs.
The resources for one year's income is an astronomical figure.
Reverend Jiulong used all these resources to train his own disciples.
Over the years, his Jiulong Cave has already accumulated extremely powerful forces. Now, the total number of disciples at the True Immortal level exceeds 800, and each of them has a strong foundation and superhuman combat power. The lowest level is above the third sky!
That is to say, Venerable Jiulong has a stubborn "quality consciousness" and emphasizes "elite training" for his disciples, focusing on quality rather than quantity .
Otherwise, the resources he has spent over the years could have cultivated at least 30 to 50,000 new True Immortals of the first level!
But even if one hundred thousand first-level immortals formed a formation, they would not be able to withstand the attack of the eight hundred immortals under his command!
The True Immortal disciples with cultivation above the 83rd level are the confidence of Venerable Jiulong - if you, Bodhisattva Xile, dare to act recklessly in Jiulong Cave, Venerable Jiulong really dares to smash his head and throw him out!
This Dalongling of his was the temple he won when he participated in the Buddha's Dharma Assembly.
This means that he has a Buddha behind him to protect him, and he is not at all afraid of the so-called backing of Joyful Bodhisattva.
The Bodhisattva of Joy is using the skin of the Buddha of Precious Light and Merit as a banner... Such things can scare people from small families, but can they scare a true guardian of Buddhism like the Venerable Jiulong?
Bodhisattva Joy was so angry that his face turned pale.
He stood up tremblingly and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, okay, you are very good... I won't bother with you today. Let me ask you, I heard that Yin Xiu, the incense boy under my seat, has been to your Dalong Ridge . Is this true?"
Lord Jiulong was suddenly bewildered!
