Hanyue Temple, on the back mountain, next to the Hantan with a white jade bottom, is a magnificent pavilion.
Mrs. Gelsemium, the supreme elder of Wanhuamen who is stationed at Hanyue Temple, leaned lazily in a small pavilion near the water, casually spilled a handful of shining elixirs, and looked at a dozen handsome monks with fair skin,
Like a big carp, it dances lightly in the water, opens its mouth, and competes for the pills with amazing spiritual power.
"That guy's head was struck by lightning, right?"
After hearing the news brought by the confidant who was in charge of the affairs, Mrs. Gelsemium cackled and laughed: "Interesting, interesting. They all came to Hanyue Temple to play tricks with the disciples. They also didn't forget to find a few monks to chant sutras for salvation.
My ancestor is really a good and filial boy!"
Looking up at the pink clouds in the sky and feeling the terrifying smell of the Fallen Angel's Whip, Mrs. Gelsemium said leisurely: "The men in the world have all kinds of weird hobbies. Madam, I have seen and heard a lot.
... but this is the first time I’ve heard this tune.”
"Interesting, interesting, let it be..."
"Anyone who comes to your door is a guest. Our Wanhua Sect has made good connections all over the world. Hey, as for those dead monks who don't know how to adapt, let alone asking them to recite sutras, they will be beaten to death and dragged out to feed the dogs... As long as that
If the young master is happy, let him do as he pleases!"
Mrs. Gelsemium sprinkled another handful of elixir.
"Back then, our sect forcibly took over Hanyue Temple... If it hadn't been for the old abbot of Hanyue Temple of that generation, who had given up a lifetime of cultivation and even risked his life to help the Supreme Ancestor temper his magic power, soul, and refine his blood essence.
Purifying the physical body allowed the Supreme Patriarch to step half-step into the realm of celestial beings."
Pursing her lips, Mrs. Gelsemium said quietly: "The old thief Tu's only request is to ensure that the inheritance of his Hanyue Temple lineage continues... These thief monks who don't know the so-called are playing tricks with our disciples every day, isn't it good? Every day.
Eat porridge, pickle vegetables every day, tsk tsk...you will not enjoy it if you are lucky."
In the pool, a group of handsome monks poked their heads out and smiled extremely flatteringly and brightly at Mrs. Gelsemium.
Mrs. Gelsemium was so happy that she immediately put aside the strange thing that Lu Qian left a group of handyman monks and asked them to chant sutras and transcend their ancestors.
Just some little things.
Not worth caring about.
Here at Hanyue Temple, with the Fallen Angel's Whip, the top spiritual treasure, to suppress her, Mrs. Gelsemium never takes anything to heart.
At night.
At the entrance of the Zen monastery where Lu Qian stayed, a row of red lanterns of ambiguous color was hung.
In the woods outside the monastery, figures of men and women were wandering around, and all kinds of unspeakable sounds were like a violent storm, coming from all directions.
In the small building of the Zen Yuan, a table of top-quality banquets had been completely eaten. Lu Qian had a huge appetite. He did not waste any of the food on the table. He even drank Hanyue Qingjiang, a specialty of Hanyue Temple.
A whole ten altars went down.
When several little girls from Wanhuamen saw that Lu Qian had eaten and drank enough, they served him tea after the meal. A little girl asked Lu Qian softly: "May I ask, sir, what are your preferences? My slaves,
For the sake of the young master, I can invite our senior sisters to visit me and have a night talk by candlelight."
Lu Qian glanced at the little girls, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
Several little girls rolled their eyes, and they all fell to the ground with a few "gudong" sounds.
Lu Qian stood up and waved his hands, and Ah Hu and the others strode out, guarding the four sides of the courtyard. Then a breeze blew by, and a faint white mist appeared in the courtyard, shrouded in a faint white mist.
After entering the courtyard, the sound from inside and outside was cut off, and the courtyard suddenly became pure.
With a 'crunch', Monk Songcone, who had just had dinner, gently opened the door.
The courtyard suddenly became quiet, which made Monk Song Guo, who had always been on tenterhooks, feel extremely uneasy. He pushed open the door and saluted Lu Qian, who was standing at the door with his hands clasped together: "Dare to ask..."
Lu Qian stretched out his right hand, and a little golden light lingered on his fingertips. An extremely weak, but extremely pure Buddhist aura slowly rippled out, lingering within a few feet around Lu Qian.
"You..." Monk Pinecone suddenly widened his eyes.
In the auxiliary building, the handyman monks also came out one after another, staring intently at the golden light on Lu Qian's fingertips.
Lu Qian waved his left hand, and a golden light spilled out, and the unconscious Fairy Yaoying and the energetic Moonlight Monk were thrown out. Fairy Yaoying fell to the ground as heavy as a dead person, while the Moonlight Monk stood firm.
, solemnly bowed to Monk Song Guo and his group with their hands together.
"Uncle Song Guo."
"Moon...moonlight!" The stiff faces of Monk Pinecone and the other monks suddenly changed. They looked at Moonlight Monk in surprise and joy, and were speechless for a moment.
After a long time, Monk Song Guo lowered his voice and asked hurriedly: "Weren't you taken away by the demon... uh, we thought you..."
Monk Pinecone looked at Fairy Yaoying who was lying on the ground like a dead person, and then at Monk Moonlight who was full of vitality, energy, blood, and Yuanyang without any loss. He was speechless for a moment.
"This is Senior Brother Fahai." Moonlight Monk saluted Lu Qian and said very gently: "Senior Brother Fahai went to Qianhong City to rescue his disciples at the request of an old senior in the Buddhist sect."
Looking at Lu Qian, Moonlight Monk said softly: "Senior Brother Fahai wants to lead the disciples out of the clutches of Wanhuamen, but the disciples are thinking about the teachers, so they begged Senior Brother Fahai to take the great risk, return to Hanyue Temple, and lead the teachers.
leave."
In a few words, Moonlight Monk explained the cause and effect of the incident.
Lu Qian grinned at Moonlight Monk and shook his head: "As for the risk, it's not that big... I don't know what you think of Hanyue Temple. To me, it is no different from a secular brothel.
If you pay money and you can come and go freely, what are the risks?"
The Moonlight Monk opened his mouth wide and was speechless.
Monk Song Guo was stunned for a long time, and then slowly said: "This temple was tragically robbed by demons. Six thousand years ago, the abbot sacrificed his life to feed the demons, and only then left the ascetic inheritance of this temple... In the past six thousand years, those scum have
There are millions of people in Japan, and the true inheritance of ascetic cultivation in this temple...to this day, to this day..."
Lu Qian blinked and said nothing.
On the way here, Moonlight Monk told the story of Hanyue Temple.
The old abbot sacrificed his life to feed demons and fulfilled the destiny of an ancestor of Wanhuamen. The old woman broke through to the half-step heaven and human realm. She was so satisfied that she promised to preserve the true heritage of Hanyue Temple.
Over the past six thousand years, Hanyue Temple has been declining day by day, and the number of flower monks has increased. However, there are now less than a thousand monks who have truly maintained their true identity as Buddhist disciples and practiced hard in the temple in the humble status of handyman monks.
Moonlight Monk is the orphan picked up by these handyman monks.
Monk Song Guo and others also placed their hopes for the restoration of Hanyue Temple on the 'reincarnation of the true Buddha', Moonlight Monk. However, they did not expect that Moonlight Monk was so outstanding that after his cultivation was exposed, he directly became the target of many female disciples of Wanhua Sect.
Tang Monk meat.
When Fairy Yaoying clasped mother and son on the Moonlight Monk's neck in front of many handyman monks, and forcibly took him away...Songguo Monk and the others were completely in despair.
"Okay, don't waste time. I've made it clear. I'll take you away right now." Lu Qian looked at Monk Song Guo and said in a deep voice: "Can anyone help me to lead the way? Take me to where you live. I will
There is a secret method. It’s best to leave quickly before the old witches from Wanhuamen find out... Well, do you have anything to pack or take away?"
The eyes of Monk Song Guo and all the handyman monks lit up with bright lights at the same time.
Escape from Hanyue Temple and find a true place of pure cultivation. For six thousand years, this has almost become the inner demon of their descendants from Hanyue Temple... If they can really escape...
The inheritance of Hanyue Temple is too important to Wanhuamen.
Therefore, Wanhua Sect has hung the Fallen Angel's Whip, which is the most precious treasure of the sect, above Hanyue Temple. On the one hand, it is to warm and temper it, and on the other hand, it is to monitor the movements of the entire Hanyue Temple. If someone makes trouble, the whip will fall.
Even the masters of the Illuminating Void Realm will suffer a big loss.
Monk Song Guo and the others had thought of escaping, but they never succeeded.
The scope of activities of this group of handyman monks is strictly restricted. If they dare to leave the designated scope of activities, they will immediately be attacked by countless flower monks and female devils.
"Senior brother, are you sure? You must not delay senior brother for the sake of the survivors like us..."
Monk Song Guo looked at Lu Yi hesitantly.
"Young Gua Nao, everyone come in. Master Song Guo will lead the way. Everyone else, please come in for me!"
Lu Qian was too lazy to talk to the group of monks. He waved his hand, and a large golden light spilled out. Except for the Pine Cone Monk, everyone else was taken into the Little Vajra Sumeru Mountain.
After pondering for a while, Lu Qian returned to the pavilion and took in the group of little girls from the outer gate of Wanhua Gate - these little girls were not cultivated enough, they were just the bottom of the bottom of Wanhua Gate, and they had not done anything irreversible yet.
There is still room for salvation.
Later, the new furniture, which was made of expensive materials and cost a lot of money, was also swept away by Lu Qian.
Patting the stunned Pinecone Monk on the shoulder, Lu Qian opened the door, put his hands behind his back, and walked out with his head held high, surrounded by A Hu and several other sturdy men.
Monk Song Guo gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and hurriedly followed Lu Qian.
In the middle of the night, no one was flying over Hanyue Temple... Countless men and women were doing their dirty work on the ground. Their bald heads, rubbed with sesame oil, were like lights, appearing and disappearing everywhere.
Everyone was immersed in boundless desire. Lu Qian and his party were few in number, and Monk Song Guo was familiar with the roads and specially chose quiet corners where no one was. Therefore, they arrived at the back mountain of Hanyue Temple without any disturbance.
A remote place.
Here, among the mountains and forests, there are extremely crude wooden houses and thatched cottages arranged neatly.
It was already dark, and the front mountain was very noisy and lively, but here, all I could hear was the sound of the wooden fish "dong dong" and the deep sound of chanting sutras.
In the wooden houses and thatched cottages, groups of Buddha lights flickered.
Many of the Buddha's lights are extremely weak, and they are probably from the furnace realm or the fire realm, but their luster is pure and there is a firm aura.
Lu Qian and Monk Song Guo had just reached the edge of the mountain forest when they heard a burst of laughter from a woman: "Masters, the calamity of inner demons is coming again tonight...Masters, please stabilize your Zen mind, but