Song Guo used his magic power to lift up a huge carved bed, several desks, large chairs and other furniture, followed the two young novice monks, and slowly arrived at the Zen courtyard where the distinguished guests were being entertained.
Song Guo is a middle-aged monk who is no more than seven feet one or two inches tall, skinny, slightly dark-skinned, not very handsome, but with protruding eyes, extremely bright eyes, and extremely energetic.
What he practiced was not the Hanyue Heart Sutra, which was directly passed down from Hanyue Temple.
This "Heart Sutra" was the main culprit that attracted the gaze of the Wanhuamen Demon Girl, which caused Hanyue Temple to transform from a relatively normal Buddhist temple to the "land of fireworks" it is today.
Who would have thought that the Buddhist power cultivated in the "Han Yue Heart Sutra" can actually refine other people's essence, blood, magic power and soul, help people refine and extract the impurities in it, and make the essence, blood, magic power and soul become mellow, harmonious, clear and pure.
What about the miraculous effect?
Hanyue Temple, which is pitiful but has a ten thousand-year heritage.
I feel sorry for so many great monks who have gone astray.
I feel sorry for this blessed land with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
Song Guo lamented silently, and together with a group of handyman monks, they moved these brand-new, unused furniture into the pavilion one by one, and placed them neatly in each room according to the orders of several little girls from Wanhuamen.
Qi, in a luxuriously furnished Zen room.
That magnificent Zen room... Song Guo lamented in his heart, how does this look like a place where Buddhist disciples should live?
"Okay, hurry up and get lost. I'm going to get angry when I see you guys... Don't offend the distinguished guests here, be careful with your skin." A little girl waved the handkerchief in her hand impatiently, as if to ward off pigs and dogs.
Generally, let Song Guo and the others get out of here quickly.
The female disciples of Wanhua Sect like those monks who have practiced the Hanyue Heart Sutra, are tall and mighty or handsome and charming, and are careful, considerate and obedient to them.
As for Song Guo and his group of aliens...it really makes people angry just looking at them.
They are completely useless to the female disciples of Wanhua Sect. Moreover, all of them are in ragged clothes and exude a shabby air. They also look vulgar. Hey, I feel impatient just looking at them. I can't imagine letting these guys touch me even a little bit.
What would a finger look like?
So, get out of here and don't offend the distinguished guests.
Song Guo and the other monks put their hands together expressionlessly, chanted a Buddhist chant softly, lowered their heads, and left the pavilion with steady steps. Just as they were about to leave on the clouds, Lu Qian suddenly pointed at them with a smile.
"Hey, wait!"
The expressions of several Zhike monks, a few little girls, and the senior sisters from the Wanhua Sect in charge of this monastery all changed at the same time.
A rather enchanting senior sister from the outer sect wearing an aqua long skirt twisted her waist and smiled as she approached Lu Qian: "Young Master, have they offended you? Alas, they are just a bunch of losers.
They have no luck and no hope for the rest of their lives. They..."
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Lu Qian looked at the outer sect sister and interrupted her.
"It's nothing else. It's just that I lack a few servants in this courtyard for me to drive around... Just them, keep them all, and let them serve in this courtyard these days."
The outer sect sister was stunned and said subconsciously: "We have very considerate and gentle outer sect disciples who obey our orders. Young Master..."
Lu Qian waved his hand and said carelessly: "Hey, what are you talking about? How can I bear to manipulate these beautiful little girls at will? They just need to stand beside me and let me look at them."
A Zhike monk came up and said with a smile: "Young Master is right. However, for some things like running errands, young monks and brothers can also serve you. Why do you need these rough hands and feet to ruin things?"
Young Master’s eyes?”
Lu Qian touched his chin, looked at the fat-haired and pink-faced Zhike monks, and said slowly: "My lord, what bothers me most is that there are men who are more handsome than me dangling in front of me! Generally, such men are
I asked people to drag him out and beat him to death!"
Zhike Monk's greasy smile suddenly froze, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly took several steps back.
Lu Qian smiled and pointed at the expressionless Song Guo and a group of handyman monks, and said slowly: "It's you, go and change into clean clothes. These days, you have been squatting in the annex buildings on both sides. Master, I
If there is a place that needs people, they will naturally call you... Go quickly!"
While giving orders, Lu Qian took out a large handful of Baoguangjue and threw it into the arms of the outer sect sister beside him.
The senior sister in the green skirt smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a straight line.
Hanyue Temple is now an extra-large 'brothel', a real 'land of love and romance'. The attributes of Wanhua Sect's skills are like this, and the atmosphere of the disciples in the sect is like this... Those who are rich are the uncles!
No one would doubt that Lu Qian would do something weird to a group of dark-looking, skinny monks who couldn't shave even a few ounces of fat off their bodies.
Or, as long as the money is in place, even if Lu Qian wants to peel off the skin of these miserable monks, refine their souls and torture them, or even use magic means to make them into various puppets, ghosts and other things... As long as the money is in place,
There's nothing bad to say.
A group of low-level monks who are not welcome in Hanyue Temple, but due to historical reasons, are just low-level monks who work hard in Hanyue Temple. Does their life and death, and their fate, matter?
unimportant!
Therefore, several outer sect sisters and Zhike monks took a lot of Baoguangjue and left with smiles and satisfaction.
A large group of smart, pretty and lovely little girls from the outer sect stayed behind and served Lu Qian, Ahu and his party diligently.
The nineteen handyman monks were called to take a bath, changed into clean and tidy fine cotton monk robes, and a pair of brand-new monk boots. They all dressed up neatly and returned to Lu Qian's courtyard.
inside.
Song Guo led a group of junior disciples and stood in a line in front of Lu Yi with expressionless faces. He looked at Lu Yi and others in front of them with rich clothes and strong breaths with great uneasiness.
This is something that has never happened before.
As the outer sect sister said, they are just a group of hard-working monks, a group of fire-working monks who specialize in menial, dirty and tiring work. They are like a group of tenacious insects struggling in the mud of Hanyue Temple.
Just a miserable monk seeking to survive.
What value do they have?
Lack of people to encourage people to run around? You don’t want to encourage those little girls from the Ten Thousand Flowers Gate, so you chose them?
There is no reason for this.
Song Guo's heart was very heavy, and he was ready to fight hard.
The thoughts that emerged in his mind were exactly the same as those of the outer disciples and the Zhike monks before. Perhaps, the young master in front of him was a demonic disciple with a cruel mind. He left behind his fellow disciples in order to use the demonic method.
Means, do some horrific things, right?
This kind of thing doesn't happen often in Hanyue Temple, but it's not unheard of.
Some Wanhua Sect monks who came from a good background and were carefully catered to and served respectfully would occasionally settle in Hanyue Temple. For some reason, they 'accidentally' killed three to five hundred Hanyue Temple monks... It was nothing more than a matter of losing some money.
.
Those monks who were used as "medicine pestles" by Wanhuamen all ended up like this, let alone these handyman monks?
Lu Qian stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, overlooking Song Guo and the others for a while, then raised his head to look at the thick evil clouds in the sky that were like substance, and the Fallen Angel Whip that was swallowing the power of various desires in the evil clouds.
With this thing hanging above his head, Lu Qian really didn't dare to do anything random.
After a moment of silence, Lu Qian coughed and asked Song Guo seriously: "You guys seem a little different from the other monks in Hanyue Temple..."
Song Guo took a step forward, folded his hands and saluted Lu Qian solemnly.
Just as he was about to speak, a little girl on the side had already laughed: "Young master, you don't know, they are the cancer of Hanyue Temple, a group of the most stubborn, rude, unsophisticated, and useless monks... ugh
, they are just a bunch of despicable pigs and dogs, we just spend some scraps to feed them as we please."
Lu Qian turned his head and glanced sideways at the little girl: "Hey, whose crotch is not closed tightly enough to expose your sharp-tongued mouth? Did I ask you something? Interrupt indiscriminately and talk nonsense.
Is this the rule of your Wanhua Sect?”
A group of little girls from the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect suddenly became erotic at the same time.
They looked at Lu Qian blankly, closed their mouths at the same time, lowered their heads, and took two steps back with pale faces.
They all saw clearly that Lu Qian had thrown away a lot of Bao Guangjue in a big way before, and they knew that this was a truly wealthy disciple who spent a lot of money, and could not be offended by people like them, little girls from the outer sect, and maid-like figures.
The little girl who just spoke was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.
The little girls from Wanhuamen are all quite frivolous. They interrupted before just to make a good deal for Lu Qian. If they can win Lu Qian's favor, Lu Qian will fall in love with her and spend a sum of money to buy her away from Wan Hua.
Huamen, that’s the best.
Unexpectedly, the flattery slapped the horse on the leg!
This young master is very different from the wealthy children who visited Hanyue Temple before!
Song Guo raised his head slightly, glanced in surprise at the little girl whose face turned black after being scolded, and spoke slowly: "Young Master Mingjian, we are just a group of stupid monks in Hanyue Temple who follow Buddhist precepts and are dedicated to pure cultivation.
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"Stupid? That's not necessarily the case!" Lu Qian smiled and shook his head: "Can you recite sutras?"
Song Guo was stunned, rolled his eyelids, and looked at Lu Qian deeply with a pair of extremely bright eyes: "Yes!"
Lu Qian nodded: "My ancestor, I don't know which generation of ancestor he is, has been dead for some years. A few days ago, I dreamed about him... Tsk, he was covered in blood, and his armor was broken. He died.
The situation is very tragic, and I feel uneasy... Do you know how to save your elders? If you can, go to the auxiliary building and read it to me a thousand or eight hundred times."
A bunch of little girls were going crazy.
Song Guo and other nineteen handyman monks almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Are you kidding me? You come to a place like Hanyue Temple to find someone to chant sutras and save your ancestors?
