"Oh?"
Fang Cheng responded lightly, squinting at the fat man from the corner of his eyes.
He didn't even put on Combat's posture, he stopped his hands and dusted off the dust on his clothes, and his posture was very casual.
But just this seemingly defenseless and strong posture is enough to show that he doesn't take the remaining people seriously at all.
After all, in the face of the absolute power gap, any defense is redundant.
"This guy is really hateful. Who do you look down on?"
The fat man cursed secretly in his heart, but honestly took a step back.
"Brother, we are strangers to each other. We had no complaints in the past and have nothing to do with him these days. I went up to the mountain today simply because I wanted to ask the old Zen master about some past events, and I had absolutely no intention of actually doing anything about it."
The fat man rubbed his hands together. Even through the silicone mask, people could feel the flattering smile on his face, and his tone was not even the slightest bit arrogant and domineering as if he was about to demolish the temple just now.
"So, it was just a misunderstanding. When walking around Underworld, it is important to plant more flowers and less thorns, and be considerate in everything."
"Brother, you are so handsome. We have never known each other before fighting each other. Now we can take a step back and make money by being friendly. Maybe we can still be friends in the future, don't you think?"
His words were extremely tactful. In just a few words, he described the forcible entry into the temple as a friendly visit, and even climbed up the pole to establish friendship.
Fang Cheng looked at the pig head mask and said indifferently:
"I don't like talking to people who hide their heads and tails. Take off the mask before talking."
"This..."
The fat man stiffened and laughed dryly:
"To tell you the truth, I... have a serious skin disease on my face. It's so rotten that I'm afraid that if I take it off, it will dirty everyone's eyes..."
Fang Cheng's eyes turned cold and he took a half step forward, obviously not believing even a word of it.
Just when the atmosphere between the two sides became tense again.
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
Zen Master Huiming in the side hall stood up at the right time, put his hands together, and spoke in a mellow and peaceful voice:
"This benefactor's slight punishment has already broken their greed, anger and delusion Inner Demon."
"Buddhist is a pure place and should not be stained with too much blood. That's it for today. Why don't you let go of your obsessions and just stop and retreat?"
The old monk's words were obviously a step forward for everyone present.
Roger, who fell to the ground, let out a painful groan.
He put his hands on the ground and struggled to get up, but found that all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart and he couldn't use any strength at all.
The fat man's eyes rolled behind his mask.
Looking at the enigmatic Zen Master Huiming, then looking at the unscathed Fang Cheng, from the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Cheng Jiashu standing next to Bamboo Grove.
The man had his hands in his pockets and had no intention of stepping forward to help. He was obviously someone who could not be offended.
Now Roger has been hit hard, and he can't support himself alone.
Today, both in terms of numbers and strength, they are at an absolute disadvantage and have absolutely no chance of winning.
As for the two wastes Zha Xi and Duo Ji, you can't count on them at all and can be ignored.
"Damn it, a good man won't suffer the immediate consequences!"
The fat man thought to himself and decisively gave in.
"Master is right. Since there is nothing we are looking for here and the misunderstanding has been resolved, we will not disturb you all."
After saying that, he turned his head suddenly and cursed at Zha Xi and Duo Ji who were huddled in the corner:
"What are you two doing standing still? Are you waiting for the Zen Master to let you have a fast meal? If you don't want to hurry up, put you Revered One up and get out of here."
Zha Xi and Duo Ji, as if they had received an amnesty, ran forward in a panic, picked up the half-dead Roger on the left and right, and quickly fled out of the courtyard gate.
The two of them walked quickly, fearing that Fang Cheng would change his mind and leave them all in this Danger place.
The fat man followed closely behind, his bloated body also running faster than the rabbit.
Fang Cheng stood in place and did not make any move to stop him.
Watching the miserable backs of this group of Werewolf disappear at the end of Bamboo Grove, then he looked back.
In the final analysis, this matter has nothing to do with me.
He just came to the old monk today to ask for advice. Since Zen Master Huiming, as the person involved, had spoken out to let him go, he didn't bother to meddle in other people's business.
Moreover, in public, Buddhist, if you really want to kill people and see blood, there will be no less trouble in the future.
After confirming that the uninvited guests were gone, Cheng Jiashu strolled out from behind Bamboo Grove and walked to Fang Cheng.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
Cheng Jiashu smiled and clapped:
"With three punches and two kicks, you can beat Black Sect's Revered One into a pig's head. You've become stronger recently."
Fang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and did not answer his question.
Then, Cheng Jiashu turned to look at Zen Master Huiming who stepped out of the palace door, and greeted him familiarly:
"Zen Master, long time no see. How are you lately?"
Zen Master Huiming walked up to the two of them and solemnly saluted with his hands clasped together:
"The donor of the labor is worried about me. Everything is going well for me. If you two were not present today, Quiet Mind Residence would probably be in trouble."
"It has nothing to do with me, it's all thanks to my friends."
Cheng Jiashu quickly denied it, then raised his hand and pointed at Fang Cheng, introducing:
"Well, this is my friend, his name is Fang Cheng, he is an upright civil servant."
Zen Master Huiming looked at Fang Cheng for a moment and thanked her sincerely:
"Thank you very much, Donor Fang, for your generous act and saving our temple from this unnecessary disaster."
"You're welcome, Zen Master. It's just a matter of hands."
Fang Cheng bent down slightly and returned the gesture politely.
After exchanging pleasantries, Cheng Jiashu went straight to the topic and explained:
"Zen Master, we came here today because we have something to ask for."
"This friend of mine has recently encountered some special situations in spiritual practice. You are quite accomplished in this area, so I would like to ask you for advice."
"That's it."
Zen Master Huiming nodded slightly and made a sideways gesture to invite him to come in and speak:
"Since he is a friend of Donor Cheng, I naturally know everything and tell him everything..."
Before he finished speaking, there was suddenly a burst of chaotic footsteps and high-pitched shouts outside the courtyard.
A dozen monks holding ash wooden sticks rushed into Courtyard aggressively.
The leading fat monk was sweating profusely and shouted anxiously at Zen Master Huiming:
"Abbott! We heard Back Mountain moving in the front yard. What happened? Where are the gangsters?"
"Amitabha, don't panic."
Zen Master Huiming's expression remained unchanged, his hands were clasped together, and his tone was natural and calm:
"Just now, I was just discussing Buddhism with a few guests who came from afar. I occasionally had some insights, and the commotion became a little louder."
"The guests have now left with satisfaction. There are no gangsters here. You all should leave and go back to Morning Lesson."
Fang Cheng heard this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and secretly cursed.
It turns out that beating someone until their bones and tendons are broken is called "study the Dharma", and forcing someone to run away with their tail between their legs is called "satisfied".
This old monk's face does not turn red when he tells lies, and his heart does not beat. He is indeed a senior monk who cultivates Great Illuminating Zen.
The monks looked at each other.
They looked at the broken and rolled floor tiles in the yard, and the deep pit that was obviously blasted by some kind of energy.
Although he was full of doubts, he still responded respectfully, picked up the stick and walked out.
Wait until Courtyard becomes quiet again.
Fang Cheng and Cheng Jiashu followed Zen Master Huiming into Quiet Mind Residence's living room, and sat down respectively.
In the small red clay stove in the corner, boiling water gurgled.
A little Novice Monk came forward with a tray, served steaming tea to the three of them, and then retreated to the door.
Fang Cheng picked up the tea cup, gently blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface, and took a sip.
A faint bitterness slid down the throat, and the trace of chilling air remaining in Courtyard also dissipated.
He put down the tea cup, raised his eyes to look at the old monk opposite, and got straight to the point:
"Zen Master, I'm telling you the truth. A while ago, some Unexpected Events appeared in my Mental Secret Realm."
"On that piece of land that I shaped, there was an extra temple for no reason. There are dozens of monks wearing Gray monk robes living in the temple. They repeat the actions of sweeping the floor, knocking wooden fish, and chanting sutras every day..."
Fang Cheng spoke at a steady pace and roughly described the abnormal situation in Inner Scenery World:
"I tried to talk to them, but no matter how I communicated, they would just put their hands together and answer a few mechanical polite words."
"They are like bodies without self-awareness, only relying on the instincts of life. According to my guess, these monks should be the souls of the previous generation of monks who were slaughtered Lone Peak Temple two thousand years ago."
"Ta."
Zen Master Huiming The fingers that were originally moving the rosary beads suddenly stopped, and the sandalwood beads bumped together, making a crisp sound.
This eminent monk, who had always kept his expression calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, suddenly raised his gray eyebrows at this moment, and there was an unconcealable surprise in his eyes:
"Wounded Soul, our ancestor from two thousand years ago? This... how is this possible? Donor Fang, are you telling the truth?"
"Did you know that the massacre of the temple back then was carried out by Jiang Chen himself? The souls of all those who were killed by him were pulled into Sea of Corpses and Blood's Domain of Law and would never be reincarnated. How could they appear in your Secret Realm?"
"Because the monster is dead."
Cheng Jiashu, who was sitting next to him, interrupted Zen Master Huiming's shock.
He picked up a bodhi seed from the Fruit Bowl on the low table and played with it, leaning back on the chair:
"I got inspiration from you, Zen Master, followed the clues, and finally found True Form hidden by Jiang Chen in Ancient Locust Village, the old place of the Cheng Clan's ancestral home."
"About a month ago, Fang Cheng personally took action and killed Ghoul King, who was full of evildoers, and completely suppressed his Domain of Law."
"As soon as Jiang Chen's Domain of Law is broken, the souls swallowed by him will naturally be freed and re-enter Reincarnation."
"Jiang Chen... was executed?"
Zen Master Huiming murmured to himself, his lips trembling slightly.
He looked at Fang Cheng steadily and remained silent for half a minute, as if he was trying to digest this shocking news.
Then, the old monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, and recited a long Buddha's name.
When he raised his head again, the shock in his eyes had turned into deep compassion, and even his voice was a little more aged:
"Two benefactors, do you know how Patriarch Fazhi, the abbot of Lone Peak Temple, and the seventy-two protective monks under him passed away?"
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, waiting for the next chapter.
"Everyone thinks that they were unilaterally massacred by Jiang Chen."
Zen Master Huiming shook his head, looked at the undulating distant mountains outside the window, and said in a deep voice:
"Actually, that's not the case. Patriarch Fazhi has reached heavenly cultivation, and seventy-two monks can form Arhat Formation. Even if Imperial Court drives thousands of troops to encircle and suppress them, they cannot be easily trapped."
"With Jiang Chen's ability at that time, it was already difficult to deal with Patriarch Fazhi alone, let alone destroy the entire Lone Peak Temple."
"The real disaster actually originated from Other Shore World..."
Having said this, Zen Master Huiming placed the sandalwood beads in his hand on the low table and let out a sigh:
"You should all know that the old address of Lone Peak Temple is not an ordinary place. There is a Space Rift that can connect to Other Shore World."
Fang Cheng and Cheng Jiashu heard this and nodded.
Seeing that Zen Master Huiming did not directly explain the problem of the dead souls, but turned around and talked about the geographical secrets of Lone Peak Temple.
Neither of them made a sound to interrupt. Since they didn't know what he wanted to say, they could only listen quietly.
"That Space Rift has been exuding demonic energy all year round, and ordinary people will die if they touch it. But for Willpower's tough practitioners, if they can withstand the erosion and refine it, it will be of great benefit to their practice."
Zen Master Huiming looked solemn, facing the probing eyes of the two people, and spoke of a dust-covered secret:
"More than two thousand years ago, the reason why Patriarch Shenzhao chose Lone Peak Temple as a place of spiritual cultivation, and even finally settled here, was to build Ruin Entrance, suppress Space Rift, and use the demonic energy to sharpen the Buddha's heart."
"After hundreds of years, Space Rift became bigger and bigger, and the demonic energy leaking from it became stronger and stronger, and occasionally Black Rain would rain."
"After being contaminated by the beasts in the surrounding Mountain Forest, the bodies twisted and mutated, and there were even monsters trying to crawl through the cracks."
"At the time of Patriarch Fazhi, he made a decisive decision and led the protective monks to retreat to Back Mountain Ruin Entrance. They formed formations and chanted sutras day and night, and stayed at the edge of the crack."
"However, the news that Space Rift was hidden here somehow reached Imperial Court. At that time, Emperor Mingde believed the slander and sought immortality, and ordered Lone Peak Temple to hand over control of Ruin Entrance."
"Patriarch Fazhi knew full well that Imperial Court was involved in Space Rift and that if he acted recklessly, it would definitely cause disaster, so he disobeyed the order and completely angered the emperor."
"Jiang Chen was ordered to lead a large number of sergeants to besiege Lone Peak Temple, and wanted to take over the place Space Rift by force."
"When he stepped into the core of the Lone Peak Temple Underground Palace magic circle, he was spotted by Demon God, a statue of Other Shore World, and was chosen as the vessel to descend into the world."
"Jiang Chen was bewitched and raised his butcher knife at the monks in the temple, setting off a bloody massacre in the ancient temple. Every time he killed one more person, his rationality would deteriorate a little, until he completely became Demon God's puppet."
"And once Demon God is allowed to fully descend, Jiang Chen will transform into the real Ghoul King. By then, I'm afraid no one in the world can stop this catastrophe."
"Faced with the boundless magic and terrifying existence seeping from Other Shore, the founders knew that if they gave in, the world would be devastated."
"So, they formed a desperate formation, willing to feed the demon with their bodies, and turned the lives and cultivation of the monks in the temple into shackles, trapping Jiang Chen's body for life."
"For the past two thousand years, the Wounded Soul of our ancestors have been constantly entangled with Jiang Chen in Domain of Law, forcing the monster to fall asleep most of the time and have no chance to harm the world. This cut off the opportunity for the demon Divine Descent to come."
"So, even after death, their Willpower never stopped resisting until today, two thousand years later."