Except for Madam Li, the midwife and the maids who had experienced the delivery process, most of the other members of the Li family were immersed in the joy of the successful birth of the little boy. Of course, the three concubines could not get rid of the sour feeling in their hearts.
And old monk Mo Yun became the most honorable guest of the Li family. Not to mention that in the eyes of the Li family, this holy monk helped Madam Li give birth to Young Master Xiao smoothly, even his identity as a national teacher was extremely honorable.
However, old monk Mo Yun did not go to the living room of the Li family to rest, but sat in the wing room next to the same courtyard. It was originally where the maids lived, but now it temporarily served as a monk's meditation room. Mo Yun meant to chant Buddhist scriptures to dispel the foul air.
At this time, Li Ping and Old Madam Li also had no intention of going to the front yard, so they occupied another room to rest. The servants would come and report immediately if there was any situation next door.
Just before evening, three wet nurses walked in with unnatural looks on their faces, led by the steward of the Li Mansion. Li Ping and Old Madam Li, who were drinking tea, were perked up, and the latter quickly asked.
"How is it? Has my grandson had his milk?"
These three wet nurses had one thing in common, that is, they all had quite large breasts, but their complexions were not very good. Upon hearing Madam Li's question, one of them forced herself to answer.
"Uh... to answer the old lady's question, the young master has a good appetite..."
"Yes, the young master has a very good appetite."
"Um… "
The three wet nurses still didn't dare to say anything bad about the young master in front of Li Ping and the old lady, even though they were really frightened just now.
"Go down and help look after the young master."
"yes!"
Li Ping sent away the three wet nurses. When they left, the mother and son in the room smiled with relief.
"May God bless our Li family! I will go to various temples to fulfill my vows in a few days."
"Put on some incense for the child as well."
There was a rich supply of tea and snacks on the table, and the two of them were able to eat with an appetite.
However, compared to the relaxation of Li Ping and his mother, Monk Mo Yun, who was sitting in the temporary Zen room chanting scriptures, was not calm.
In the room, the table in the middle was removed, and only a yellow cushion was placed in its place. Monk Moyun sat cross-legged on it and chanted sutras. Although the sound was very light, even when he was chanting silently, it was a Zen sound, which subtly stabilized the evil spirit in the Li Mansion and allowed the young master of the Li family to come into contact with mainly spiritual energy.
However, almost half an hour had passed, and Monk Moyun still could not calm down. Instead, his forehead was slightly sweaty. He gently wiped the sweat with his sleeve. The old monk tried to calm down again, but still could not be as calm as before.
"Ah... Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha!"
The old monk put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, took off the Buddhist beads from his neck and placed them next to the cushion. He then took off the small rosary in his hand, and then the vajra in his arms, and placed them next to the cushion.
Finally, Master Moyun untied the rope buckle on his chest and took off his robes. After folding them completely, he placed them neatly next to the cushion and placed the rosary, vajra and other items on top of the robes.
“Buddhism is compassionate!”
Monk Mo Yun once again chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and then, in the sound of rain outside, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and entered a state of tranquility. He abandoned the Buddhist instruments he had practiced all his life and was without any external protection. But this time, Monk Mo Yun entered into a state of meditation in an instant without any distractions.
At a corner of the overhanging eaves of a roof in the front yard of the Li family, Ji Yuan, who had almost completely hidden himself in Taixu by using the power of the Taixu Jade Talisman and his own concealment method, was sitting cross-legged on the eaves with one leg hanging down from the corner.
Even among the Yuhuaishan cultivators who are most familiar with the Taixu Jade Talisman, few have the confidence to use it to escape from the real devil, but Ji Yuan can do it, provided that he does not use excessive magic power and does not do anything excessive.
At this moment, Ji Yuan was holding the music score of "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" in his hand. At the moment when all the magical instruments of Monk Mo Yun left his body, Ji Yuan glanced towards the backyard.
"If I don't go to hell, who will? Master Moyun is in a good state of Zen. Even if the real demon doesn't come, he can make progress this time."
"hell?"
Xiezhi knew that there had been a heavenly palace, but had never heard of hell. However, this did not affect his understanding of the meaning of Accountant Yuan's words.
…
The sky quickly darkened. Less than an hour after the birth of the young master of the Li family, the sun had already set, as if it was getting dark especially quickly today.
The kitchen, which had started preparations a long time ago, had already prepared dinner. The welcoming banquet originally prepared for Ji Yuan and the national teacher Mo Yun monk, in addition to its original function, now also served as a birthday banquet for the birth of the Li family's child. Of course, it was difficult for the Li family to remember the existence of such a person as Ji Yuan for the time being. At most, they could vaguely feel that they had forgotten something, and they were also in the mentality of waiting for themselves to remember it.
I don't know when the rain stopped, and the sun even came out.
On a roof beam somewhere, Ji Yuan poured a mouthful of wine from a thousand-bucket pot and looked at the setting sun in the west. There was no wind or rain in the sky, nor was there a rainbow caused by the sunset after the rain. The evil spirits gathered in the Li Mansion had been dispelled by the chanting of Monk Moyun, and there was no obvious demonic energy, but he knew that the time was almost up.
"coming."
Ji Yuan murmured something and stood up from the roof.
Outside the old monk's temporary meditation room, a servant walked up to the door, composed himself, and gently knocked on the door.
“Boom boom boom…”
"Master Imperial Master, the master said that dinner is ready. Please go to the dining hall."
Old Monk Mo Yun slowly opened his eyes.
"Okay, go tell Lord Li, I'll be there right away."
"Yes, Master, when you come out, just ask the servant outside to bring you here."
The servant who came to deliver the message looked at a maid guarding outside the door, nodded, then turned and left.
On the eaves in the distance, the xiezhi in Ji Yuan’s sleeve let out a low laugh.
"This little monk is a 'young monk' in front of you, but he is an 'old monk' in front of the Li family. Hehe, it's really interesting."
Ji Yuan didn't care about Xiezhi's smile. He just looked at the sky. Although there was no demonic energy, he could feel a familiar feeling. The Qingteng sword behind him was trembling slightly. That was a trace of sword intent left by the Qingteng sword.
This fully demonstrated that the real devil was approaching, and the sword wound had not healed yet, at least not completely.
At this moment, Monk Moyun opened the door of the temporary meditation room and walked outside, where a maid was waiting for him.
"Master Imperial Master, please follow me."
"Um."
Monk Moyun took a look at the robes, rosary beads and other items in the room, and closed the door without choosing to put them on. He took a few steps and paused slightly.
"Master Imperial Master, what's wrong with you?"
The maid leading the way saw that the old monk did not follow, so she turned back curiously, only to see that the old monk was looking at Madam Li's house not far away.
In the ears of Monk Mo Yun, the young master of the Li family was laughing in the direction of the house.
“Ah, hehehe…hahahahaha…”
"I'll go see the young master first."
Monk Mo Yun already had a vague feeling in his heart, but he still walked towards the other house. The maid behind him seemed not to follow him. The closer he got to Madam Li's room, the quieter the surroundings became. Until he was close to the door, there was no other sound in the room except the childish laughter of the young master of the Li family.
"Squeak~~"
Monk Mo Yun didn't even ask a question, but just opened the door and saw the servants stumbling around.
Mrs. Li on the bed seemed to have fallen into a coma. In the swaddling clothes beside the bed, the little son of the Li family had stretched his hand out of the swaddling clothes and waved it with a smile. The only person standing beside the bed was a man whom the old monk did not recognize.
The man was dressed in black with strands of gold thread, and had long hair without a bun, which was scattered in front of and behind him. He was reaching out to tease the young master of the Li family.
"Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha, who are you and what have you done to the Li family?"
"I?"
The man raised his head, a faint light flashing in his eyes, and looked at the monk at the door with a smile.
"I am a wanderer, free and at ease. I am the path to Buddhahood that you, the great monk, long for, and the desire that you, the great monk, cannot give up. I am what you like, but I am also what you fear. Great monk, who do you say I am?"
Even though he was very scared before, after that meditation, Monk Moyun had put aside life and death, and his "acting skills were naturally online". At this moment, his eyes were wide open and full of majesty.
"Who is this evil creature that dares to act so arrogantly in front of me? King Ming, use all your magic to help me defeat this evil demon!"
"Destroy the demon... Destroy the demon... Demon..."
The majestic voice echoed throughout the whole house. The old monk almost stepped into the house and stretched out his hand to grab the man in front of the bed. His pair of palms were coated with gold, and the Buddhist voice was loud and powerful.
"Puff..."
The Buddha's palm penetrated the man at once, causing the weak old monk to be slightly stunned. He looked at the man who was still smiling in disbelief, and wanted to withdraw his hand but found that his body could not move.
The black-haired man in black clothes didn't care about his pierced chest at all. He put his face close to the old monk. He could see that the old monk's expression changed from shock to a little bit of fear. He enjoyed this feeling.
"you… "
"I am the devil in your heart!"
The man's voice was very low and hoarse, and then his whole body collapsed, turning into a black smoke that floated towards the old monk Mo Yun and seeped into his body through his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other orifices.
During this process, the old monk Mo Yun showed an expression of fear and horror, which was 70% genuine and 30% pretending.
At the moment when the evil spirit had completely penetrated into Monk Moyun's body, a golden rope suddenly appeared beside the old monk and instantly bound the old monk's body from top to bottom.
"Hehehehe... the immortal rope is a cage and shackles!"
As the Xiezhi's evil laughter sounded, Ji Yuan walked in from the door. In his sight, Monk Mo Yun's face was ashen and his eyes were closed, as if he had fainted.
The real demon had just entered the monk's heart, and at this moment he probably didn't know that the monk's body had been tied up by the immortal rope.
"Let's follow!"
Ji Yuan said this and waved his sleeves to close the door of the house. Then a large part of his powerful spiritual consciousness wandered out of the dream, carrying a vague picture into the old monk's mind.
But a real demon is still a real demon after all. When the rope was about to wrap around the old monk, he suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding in his heart, and almost in an instant he fled without caring about anything.
"boom… "
At the border of the bizarre and unpredictable world in my heart, a strange demonic energy suddenly hit a golden light and was fiercely bounced back. The real demon vaguely showed a smoky human face in this demonic energy. I saw lines on the golden light, and there were yin and yang and five elements surrounding it, like a wall connecting heaven and earth, like a golden dragon entrenched in heaven and earth...
"What? This... could it be... Oh no! It's the Immortal Rope!"
The True Demon's thoughts changed extremely quickly, and almost at the same moment when he was bounced back by the Immortal Binding Rope, he escaped deep into the heart of Old Monk Mo Yun at the fastest speed.
The True Demon knew very well that he must not kill the old monk at this moment, otherwise once the old monk died, the Immortal Binding Rope would directly bind his real demon body. No matter how confident he was, he did not dare to bet that he could break free from the Immortal Binding Rope that he had only heard of rumors about. What's more, the Immortal Binding Rope was here, so how could Ji Yuan not be here