Quang Guang County, Xiaonan Mountain.
The mountains are green and the trees are deep. In the evening, three riders rush in to break the tranquility in the mountains, startling the birds and animals along the mountain road from time to time.
Among the trees beside the road, there is a small pavilion, which protects a monument inside the pavilion from wind and rain. The words "Nanshan Temple" eroded by the years are engraved on the monument.
Song Yanqing, Xu Yitian, and Chen Guishuo reined in their horses and stopped. They checked the inscription to confirm that they were in the right place. They looked up at the stone steps winding up the mountain in front of them. They could see a cornice in the dense forest on the mountain, which should be the temple.
Song Yanqing tilted his head to signal, Xu Yitian knocked his heel on the horse's belly, and the horse rushed up the stone steps. Song Yanqing followed, and Chen Guishuo followed last.
There is an ancient temple on the top of the mountain with a quiet environment. The young monk sweeping the floor in front of the door looked at the three people who jumped off the horse, stepped forward and saluted: "Three donors, it's getting late, I don't know..."
Song Yanqing gave him a cold look and looked arrogant. He pushed him away and strode into the courtyard gate. Xu Yitian and Chen Guishuo also led their horses directly into the temple through the main entrance. The monk quickly threw down the broom and ran back to report.
Soon, a dozen young and strong monks rushed out, lined up in a row with sticks, and stopped the three of them in the courtyard. The monks' robes were washed white and looked a little shabby.
Song Yanqing grabbed a handful of money from the purse at his waist and threw it out. The coins clattered at the feet of the monks.
It was yellow and all were gold coins. This was not a small amount of money. A group of monks looked at each other.
"Money for incense! Prepare the wing for us, and feed the horses with high-quality fodder." Song Yanqing said lightly.
"Several donors turned out to be pilgrims!" The monk in charge under the eaves of the main hall screamed, walked over quickly, waved to a group of stick monks to put down their weapons, and personally greeted Song Yanqing, "These days there is war and chaos, and there are many bandits in the mountains. I saw a few of them. The benefactor led his horse and barged in. He thought he was a bad guy. Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Please come inside. Please come inside." He extended his hand to invite me to the living room.
The three horses were taken care of by someone, and the stick monks began to pick up gold coins on the ground.
"Are you the president of this hospital?" Song Yanqing, who was walking under the eaves corridor with his hands behind his back, asked.
"No, no, poor monk Ru Hui, I am sitting in the east courtyard." Ru Hui politely introduced himself, and it seemed that he regarded Song Yanqing as a benefactor to curry favor with him.
Song Yanqing glanced at him and said, "Let your host come to see me."
Ru Hui shook his head and said: "What a coincidence, the host is out visiting friends and will not be back until tomorrow!"
That night, Song Yanqing and three others stayed in the guest room.
Not long after the smoke went out in the temple kitchen, two young monks brought a meal.
After the fast food was placed, the two young monks left. Xu Yitian walked to the table and looked at it. It was just a pot of rice with vegetables, which was simple enough.
Xu Yitian took out a small porcelain bottle, shook some white powder into the rice, and stirred it with a spoon. His expression quickly changed, and he saw that the color of the rice was a bit dark. He turned around and called out softly, "Brother!"
Song Yanqing and Chen Guishuo took a closer look, and their expressions changed. The rice was poisonous. Fortunately, it was checked. Otherwise, we don't know what would have happened. Who would have thought that this seemingly formal temple could actually do such a thing? Come.
"A bunch of bald thieves!" Chen Guishuo gritted his teeth and turned around to settle the score with a group of monks.
However, Song Yanqing took his arm and called the two of them closer. They met and murmured for a while.
Looking back, Xu Yitian took the pot of vegetarian food and found a corner to deal with it. After slightly decorating the things on the table, the three of them nodded to each other and Lu Xu fell to the ground motionless.
After half an hour, a window in the corner opened a crack, and an eye glanced into the room and then disappeared.
After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and two stick monks opened the door and came in, followed by an old monk wearing cassocks. He was short, thin, slightly stooped, with dark skin, a white beard, and bright eyes. There is a god, it is Nanshan Temple who presides over Yuanfang.
Several stick monks poured in from outside. Ru Hui, the former seat in the east courtyard, followed to the left of the old monk, and Ru Ming, the seat in the west courtyard, followed on the right.
A disciple held up an empty pot and flashed it this way, saying, "Eat them all."
Looking at the person lying at his feet, Ruming, the seat in the west courtyard, clasped his hands and sighed, "It's a crime, sir, we have committed another crime of killing!"
The host Fangyuan sighed, "The world is in such chaos, the people are struggling to survive, and the people themselves can't care about it. Who will donate money for sesame oil? Nanshan Temple is far away from the city and is in the mountains. I don't know how to find a way to get the money for sesame oil. If everyone can't help themselves, My stomach is not full. If all the people are gone and the group is disbanded, how can we talk about revitalizing Nanshan Temple? Give me a few more years, and after I save enough money, I will definitely build a big temple in the city to fulfill my last wish. Then every day With the incense money coming in, we don’t have to do this anymore.”
"Alas!" Several sighs resounded among the monks.
Ruhui waved his hand, and several stick monks came forward to search the bodies of the three people on the ground.
Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred. A stick monk screamed "Ah" and was kicked out by Xu Yitian, knocking over several people in a row.
Song Yanqing also stood up suddenly, grabbed the neck of a stick monk, and sneered: "What a bunch of thieves and monks who are seeking wealth and murder!" After saying this, he twisted his hand, and the stick monk who fell into his hand made a click in the throat and was pulled away. He twisted it off directly, grabbed it in the air, unsheathed the sword at the back, sucked it in, and put it into his hand.
Three rays of sword light suddenly appeared, and a group of stick monks waved wooden sticks to block them. Anyone who could block them was instantly killed and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. They screamed again and again. The rest were so frightened that they retreated in panic. Only the leader Yuanfang was left waving his Zen staff. Ding Dangdang resisted and covered the evacuation of the monks, with a faint evil spirit emerging from his body.
"It turns out to be a goblin!" Song Yanqing sneered and slashed down hard with his sword. The Yuanfang Zen staff blocked it, causing Song Yanqing's arms to go numb.
Yuan Fang was obviously no match for Song Yanqing and others. He could beat almost any of them. He had no power to fight back. Apart from his amazing brute force, his cultivation level was really not that good.
But what surprised the three of them was that Yuan Fang had already been hit by several swords, and his clothes had been scratched to pieces, but the swords could not hurt him. He seemed to be wearing some kind of protective armor, otherwise Yuan Fang would have been taken away long ago. Xiao Ming, judging from the rips in his clothes, there are furry things exposed, and the sword blade can actually make a metallic friction sound.
However, the three of them soon discovered Yuan Fang's flaw. The sword was useless for slashing, and only the thorn could pierce Yuan Fang's flesh. Even though Yuanfang was thick-skinned and thick-skinned, he repeatedly avoided the vital points, and even being hit by several swords was a bit too much, and blood dripped all the way as he dodged.
Several people came to the yard. Song Yanqing raised his hand to signal. Xu Yitian and Chen Guishuo gave up and stopped attacking. The three of them formed horns and surrounded the embarrassed and frightened Yuanfang.
All the monks in the temple seemed to have appeared. In addition to the dozen or so people who had just died at the hands of Song Yanqing and the others, there were about twenty monks at the scene. They all had frightened expressions on their faces when they saw Song Yanqing and others. She didn't dare to get close, but she didn't want to leave Yuan Fang and run away.
Yuan Fang, who was dripping with blood, was breathing heavily, holding his Zen staff in his hand and slowly turning it in circles to alert the three of them.
"Want to die or live?" Song Yanqing asked lightly.
Yuanfang gritted his teeth and said, "If I say you want to live, you can let me go?"
Song Yanqing said: "Of course it's not that good. If you want to live, serve me. As long as you obey me, I will help you realize your wish to go to the city and build a temple. I can also ask the court to give you an official status. Otherwise, you goblin can go anywhere." If your life is in danger, those monks who slay demons will not let you go easily!" He turned over his hand and showed a token.
The word 'punishment' on the token made Yuanfang's pupils shrink...
After a while, the monks who were saddened by the death of the rabbit and the fox began to clean up the bodies of their own people, and Song Yanqing and others went to another clean guest room.
In the guest room, in front of Song Yanqing and others, Yuanfang, who had bandaged the wound, asked the disciple to leave. However, the golden hair on his body made Song Yanqing and others see clearly that love is a fairy without a climate and cannot fully transform into a human being.
Watching Yuanfang put on his clothes again, Song Yanqing said strangely: "As far as I know, this Nanshan Temple seems to be old. How could a group of monks let you, a goblin, be the abbot?" How can it not be strange that the host is a goblin for a real person
Yuan Fang slowly dressed to avoid opening the wound and said with a wry smile: "Actually, I am not the host of Yuan Fang..."
After he told the truth, Song Yanqing and others realized that the real Master Yuanfang had passed away two years ago, and that he was a bear picked up and adopted from the mountains by the monks of Nanshan Temple two hundred years ago. Maybe Because he often listened to Buddhist teachings, he gradually became spiritually enlightened and figured out a set of methods for absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He gradually gained cultivation skills and started practicing in the mountains. When he has reached a certain level of cultivation and begins to transform, the reference object of the transformation will be Yuanfang's host, so he becomes Yuanfang's appearance. However, his cultivation is not enough, and the transformation is not complete yet, and there is still room for improvement.
As he said, the world was too chaotic and it was very difficult for Nanshan Temple to maintain itself. When Master Yuanfang was still alive, it was he who kept getting financial supplies from outside that allowed Nanshan Temple to survive. When Yuanfang presided over his death, he did not want Nanshan Temple to collapse and entrusted Nanshan Temple to him. However, in order to fulfill Yuanfang's last wish, this guy began to lead a group of monks to engage in shady activities. Cai killed him and took the monks of Nanshan Temple to the roadside to ambush and rob him. However, some monks used to be able to support themselves silently with the property he got, but it was a bit unbearable to do it themselves. What's the point of Buddhist disciples robbing? After leaving, less than half of the hundreds of people were left. As a result, Song Yanqing fell into the hands of Song Yanqing this time.
"I have actually done a lot of good deeds. I quietly led the Nanshan Temple disciples to clear out the bandits who were in the nearby mountains and forests. We will wipe out a group of them as soon as they come. Those bandits are so abominable. We rob people when we see them, and take women back to the village when we see them. We are different. We only rob the rich and do nothing to the poor. When there is a good harvest, we occasionally go to nearby villages to donate some food. If you don’t believe me, you can ask around. Since I became the host, the nearby villages no longer have to worry about bandits. They can stay open at night. Although they don’t know that Nanshan Temple helped them solve the trouble, they only say that Nanshan Temple is good. No. If you can say a bad word, Nanshan Temple's reputation in the surrounding area will definitely be fine!" Yuanfang emphasized this point, intending to prove that he was actually a good person.
Song Yanqing and the other three were dumbfounded after hearing this. They were astonished by this abbot. How could he be a temple abbot? This is obviously the big brother who takes the lead!