Monks Who Like to Lie and Enter the Buddhist Dao

Previously, I treated Wenren Lingmeng, but for a long time, I couldn't find the cause of her illness or cure her. All I could come up with was one conclusion.

I was very sure that Wenren Lingmeng wasn't sick, nor had I cured her myself. Therefore, I was very surprised as to why Wenren Lingmeng had woken up.

I took Wenren Lingmeng's pulse. After a while, my expression was uncertain, and I said, "It's the same as when she was unconscious. I can't make heads or tails of it."

Mu Zibai held Wenren Lingmeng's hand and said with a smile, "The master's previous conclusion was correct. Lingmeng had indeed fallen into a deep sleep. I was in the Capital City before and tried many methods, but none could wake Lingmeng. Yesterday, hearing the master's words was like a sudden enlightenment, and I found a way."

"Oh?" Monk Lanyuan's eyes lit up. Could Mu Zibai be a master of medicine? He asked curiously, "Young friend, are you skilled in medicine? What method did you use?"

Monk Lanyuan had studied medicine for many years and was quite interested in it. Knowing that Mu Zibai could wake Wenren Lingmeng naturally piqued his curiosity, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

It was also a form of studying medicine.

When he learned that Mu Zibai was skilled in medicine, his address changed from "benefactor" to "young friend."

"It's actually very simple." Mu Zibai briefly explained the treatment process, of course, it was all fabricated and had nothing to do with what happened that night.

He quoted knowledge from Shen Nong's Herbal Compendium, presenting it logically and coherently. After listening, Monk Lanyuan pondered, then nodded heavily in affirmation.

For a medical expert like Monk Lanyuan, he would only be convinced if the explanation was seamless.

"How many years have you been studying medicine, young friend?" Monk Lanyuan asked curiously.

After listening to Mu Zibai's medical explanation just now, his foundation was solid, his reasoning was clear, and he spoke eloquently. Moreover, some of his understandings seemed even more profound than his own.

He thought, could Mu Zibai have been studying medicine since childhood? He must be a descendant of a medical family.

"I haven't been studying for long, just a few years. I just read it when I have free time; I haven't really delved into it," Mu Zibai said with a smile.

Monk Lanyuan: "..."

He almost wanted to spit blood. Just read it when he had free time? For some reason, it was a bit heartbreaking.

Could Mu Zibai be a medical prodigy?

"What medical books do you usually read to study, young friend?" Monk Lanyuan inquired.

"I just read a little bit randomly. I can't remember clearly. I'm a scholar, so I read widely, a bit of everything. I can't remember too much," Mu Zibai replied with a smile.

"Hiss," Monk Lanyuan took a deep breath. A scholar? A Confucian cultivator? A literati?

With such medical skills, he's actually a scholar? He felt a great sense of pity, exclaiming that his father was unfit to be a father, wasting a medical genius by sending him to be a scholar, what good was that?

If Mu Zibai could abandon literature for medicine, it would be no weaker than abandoning darkness for light.

If he could also enter my Buddhist Dao, it would be even more perfect, he mused internally.

Mu Zibai was currently teasing Wenren Lingmeng. Wenren Qingyi, on the side, was holding Wenren Lingmeng's other hand, leaning against her.

Mu Zibai poked Wenren Qingyi's nose. Wenren Qingyi immediately looked up, opened her mouth, and bit him. She looked fierce and menacing, glaring at Mu Zibai with a "fierce but cute" expression.

Puffing out her cheeks, her fierce eyes seemed to warn Mu Zibai, "Believe it or not, I'll bite you to death."

"Are you a dog?"

"You know that, humph." Wenren Qingyi crossed her arms and snorted, ignoring Mu Zibai.

At this moment, Monk Lanyuan spoke, "Young friend, are you interested in studying medicine?"

"I just read it when I have free time."

"Young friend, your medical talent is astonishing. Why don't you renounce the world and join me in studying medicine? In the future, you will surely reach the great path of medicine." Monk Lanyuan said with a smile.

Mu Zibai: "..."

What the hell, join the monastic life? Who would want to join the monastic life?

As soon as he said this, Wenren Lingmeng's eyes changed. She had been grateful to Monk Lanyuan, but now, her eyes were full of hostility.

Just as Mu Zibai was about to refuse, Wenren Qingyi couldn't hold back first and said, "Old bald donkey, do you monks all like to trick people into renouncing the world? Isn't this misleading a talented person?"

Brother-in-law is so capable, skilled in both civil and military arts. He will surely achieve great things in the future, and he is also sister's husband. What do you mean by joining you, an old bald donkey, in renouncing the world?

Does he want sister to be a widow?

She immediately felt that this old monk was wicked! She had heard long ago that old monks liked to trick people into the Buddhist Dao, but she didn't believe it. Now it seemed to be true.

Full of hostility.

Monk Lanyuan gave an awkward smile and took out a yellowed book. "This is my life's learning, all contained within. I will give it to you today."

Mu Zibai glanced at it and shook his head. "Master, there's no need for this. I only study medicine in my spare time."

Although he knew Monk Lanyuan meant well, Mu Zibai really didn't have that intention. Accepting this book would be equivalent to accepting Monk Lanyuan's legacy.

He didn't have the leisure for that, so he refused decisively.

"Is that so? It seems I have no fate with you, young friend. I will not disturb you further." Monk Lanyuan clasped his hands together and left.

"Qingran, when are we getting married?"

"Benefactor Jiang, please spare me. I am a monk, I cannot marry." Little Monk Qingran said helplessly.

"Can't you just return to secular life?"

"No, I promised the abbot that I would meditate for a hundred years. Until then, I will not return to secular life." Little Monk Qingran said weakly.

"The old abbot has been dead for several years. Are you really going to be a vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures your whole life? You promised to marry me back then."

"Please don't make things difficult for me," Qingran said with a troubled expression.

Jiang Keyin said angrily, "I shouldn't have let you come to Tianling Temple in the first place! I was tricked by that old monk and ended up becoming a monk. I'm so angry! Tomorrow, I'll have my father tear down Tianling Temple. Let's see if you can still cultivate Zen then."

Monks were the most unethical, always tricking people into joining the clergy. Qingran had fallen for the old monk's trap, tricked into cultivating Zen, and even told he'd have to cultivate for a hundred years.

In short, that's how Qingran was tricked. Now, looking back, she regretted ever coming to Tianling Temple with him.

She didn't know what kind of spell Qingran had fallen under, to be so devoted to cultivating Zen.

"Can you get off my back first?" the young monk Qingran said weakly.

Jiang Keyin plopped down onto his back and stayed there for a long time, with no one to intervene.

"Marry me and I'll let you go," Jiang Keyin said cheerfully, completely ignoring Qingran's plea.

"Sis, let's go. Stop messing around," Jiang Yuyu said, seeing Jiang Keyin sitting on Qingran. He was speechless. As a young lady, and a princess at that, she really needed to mind her image.

"We're leaving already?"

Jiang Keyin was very disappointed. They were leaving already? She wanted to stay a little longer, but she knew her father would scold her if she didn't go.

She got up listlessly and reluctantly left with Jiang Yuyu.