Chapter 124 Don't think too much about money and sex
As soon as the words fell, Cao immediately burst out with the energy of an eighth-grade martial artist.
While the two guards were still in a daze, Cao Li had already raised his seven-ring sword and struck at their heads.
There is a big gap between the ninth grade and the eighth grade. In addition, Cao Li's blood is now purer than before, so killing these two ninth grades is not a problem at all.
And at this critical moment, a solemn Buddha's voice suddenly came from the ruined temple.
"Put down the butcher knife."
In an instant, the murderous intention on Cao Li's body was completely washed away, and the seven-ring knife sank and fell from his hand.
However, Jiang Wuji stepped forward and firmly caught Cao Li's seven-ring sword, and then swung a whip kick, sending the two guards flying away.
The Buddhist sound just now also had an impact on Jiang Wuji, but the impact was almost negligible. Although no sword or gun was used, the two guards' eyes were bloodshot, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
For Jiang Wuji, it wouldn't matter if these people only targeted him, but when they targeted Xiaoyu, it was equivalent to a death sentence.
All this happened in the light of the fire, but before the dust settled, an old monk wearing black and red cassocks appeared at the door of the ruined temple, with two wrinkled earlobes almost hanging on his shoulders.
He did not look at the two guards, but looked at Jiang Wuji, and finally his eyes fell on the Vaishna Bell tied to Jiang Wuji's waist.
The old monk put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute, and said with a smile: "Buddha Vaisava, since the bell is in the donor's body, then Wuhui will die in your hands, right?"
"Ha, it turns out he's a demon monk." Jiang Wuji sneered and added a few more coins in his hand.
There is a way of saying that enemies are on a narrow road. After killing Wuyuan, Wuhui comes, and after killing Wuhui, there comes an old monk.
But killing one is killing, killing two is killing, it doesn’t matter!
Just when Jiang Wuji was about to take action, the old monk saluted again and said: "Donor, please don't misunderstand me. Wuhui's Zen mind has not been settled, and his inner demons have not been eliminated. He fell into the path of evil demons and heretics and died at the hands of the benefactor. This is the cause and effect."
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Jiang Wuji raised his eyebrows and his eyes became a little surprised.
The old monk slowly walked down the steps and came to Jiang Wuji, "The poor monk's name is Wuchen, and he is Wuhui's senior brother."
"Then what? Won't you help your junior brother get revenge?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Wuchen shook his head, "The poor monk said that it was the cause and effect of ignorance. Since it is cause and effect, how can we talk about revenge?"
"Then will I return this Vaishvah Bell to you?" Jiang Wuji asked again.
Wuchen looked at the Vishal Brahma Bell and said, "The Brahma Bell has a spirit. Since the Brahma Bell is already in the hands of the donor, it means that the donor and the Brahma Bell are predestined and there is no need to return it."
Although Wuchen said it very politely and without any malice, Jiang Wuji knew that it was all superficial.
The behavior of the two guards just now and Wuchen's disregard for their life and death are enough to prove that Wuchen is not a normal monk. If he guessed correctly, Wuchen is just one of the followers among these people, and the real master is still in the ruined temple.
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But as he said, don't hit the smiling person. Since the other person is so polite, there is no need for Jiang Wuji to keep a straight face.
Therefore, Jiang Wuji said with a smile on his face, "Then I'll thank Master Wuchen."
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."
Wuchen stepped aside, then made a "please" gesture and said: "It's getting late, why don't the three donors spend the night here?"
Jiang Wuji glanced at the messy entrance hall of the ruined temple and said, "No, since your master doesn't want to see me, there's no need for me to go in shamelessly."
Without giving Wuchen a chance to talk nonsense, Jiang Wuji asked: "Master Wuchen, please tell me the direction of Baiyue City."
Wuchen looked like he was hesitating to speak, and finally sighed: "Go eastward and you can reach the county town in less than half a day."
"Thank you." Jiang Wuji clasped his fists.
Wuchen: "Donor Jiang really won't stay?"
"Master, see you again when we are destined."
After leaving these words behind, Jiang Wuji said no more and led Cao Li and Xiaoyu towards the east.
After the figures of Jiang Wuji and the others disappeared into the night, Wuchen suddenly seemed to have changed. His wrinkled face was particularly ferocious, and something seemed to be moving in the two earlobes hanging on his shoulders.
"Jiang Wuji killed my junior brother, why did he stop me?" Wuchen faced the ruined temple with an unhappy look on his face.
There was silence for a while, and some harsh and hoarse voices came from the ruined temple.
"Buddhism has nine levels of refuge, eight levels of novice monks, seven levels of precepts, and six levels of Zen mind."
"A sixth-grade Zen mind uses precepts, but it cannot affect a seventh-grade Taoist cultivator. Why do you think I should stop you?"
A young man in splendid clothes walked out of the ruined temple and looked at the frustrated Wuchen with a gentle smile.
However, after this man appeared, most of the anger on Wuchen's face immediately disappeared.
Wuchen lowered his head slightly and bowed in salute, not daring to look at him, "It's Wuchen who was reckless. Thank you for your advice, sir."
The man unfolded the white paper fan, shook it a few times, and said, "Wuchen, you still need to polish your Zen mind, otherwise there will be no hope of reaching the fifth level."
"Yes." Wuchen's waist bent even more.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough..." The man suddenly coughed continuously for a while, and after regaining his breath, he continued.
"My younger sister is also restless. When she heard that Feng Tiansi was interested in Jiang Wuji, she couldn't wait to get Jiang Wuji to join her Fengmen, haha."
"Jiang Wuji is the biggest contributor to solving the Leping epidemic. Wuchen, what do you think Fengtiansi will reward him for?"
Wuchen bowed: "This...should be money or women."
"Superficial, I'm ashamed to be associated with him." The man complained, and Wuchen was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.
The man took a deep breath, looked at the direction Jiang Wuji was leaving, and said quietly.
"Water has a source, so its flow is endless."
"A tree has roots, so its growth is endless."
“Anyone who is above ten people must be below ten people; whoever is above a hundred people must be below a hundred people; whoever is above the world must be below the world!”
"Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, and establish a destiny for the people."
"Carry on the unique knowledge for the past saints and create peace for all generations!"
"..."
"How can a person who can say these words be influenced by wealth and sex?"
"By the way Wuchen, you just did something wrong, I'm afraid you will be punished." The man smiled.
Wuchen knelt on the ground, fear appearing in his turbid eyes, "Mr. Master... what did I do wrong?"
"Did you just call him Donor Jiang?" the man asked.
Wuchen's expression condensed and he didn't dare to express his anger.
The man put away the folding fan and sighed: "I hope he won't think too much..."
Not long after, Wuchen's hysterical screams rang out from outside the ruined temple.
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In the quiet official road, Cao Li finally couldn't help but speak: "Little Taoist Master, I always feel that there is something wrong with that old bald donkey."
"Yeah! I think so too." Xiaoyu nodded in agreement.
Jiang Wuji glanced in the direction of the ruined temple and said, "There must be something wrong with that old bald donkey, but now I'm more worried about who is in that ruined temple."
"Why did the little Taoist say this?" Cao Li asked.
Jiang Wuji let out a breath and said in a deep voice: "Just now that old bald donkey at the end called me Jiang Donor."
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Cao Li scratched his head, feeling more and more confused as he spoke.
However, Jiang Zhiyu on the side quickly reacted, "How did he know that his brother's surname was Jiang?"
"Hiss!——" Cao Li gasped.
Jiang Wuji frowned and said, "Actually, there's one thing I haven't been able to figure out. Do you still remember the group of skinless cats we met in the Pingyun Mountain Canyon?"
"Of course I remember, I couldn't even kill the skinless cat, and I almost told him that it was there." Cao Li was still a little scared after thinking about it.
Jiang Wuji nodded and said: "Skinless cats are created by animal makers. The number of skinless cats we encountered at that time was simply uncountable. The animal maker I killed on the night of the Cola City chaos did not create so many skinless cats.
Here comes the fur cat."
"Master Dao, what do you mean..."
"I suspect there was more than one animal maker in the canyon that night."
Cao Li frowned and said: "This...even if this is the case, what does it prove?"
Jiang Wuji looked at the dim waning moon and smiled bitterly: "So many beast makers ambushed us. Wuhui, Murong Yue, and Tiandao Temple were all involved. Fengtiansi hid my identity, but now Wuchen knows about me."
Name……"
Thinking of Lin Xiaoyu, who had an unknown origin in Zhanjiang City before, Jiang Wuji felt that one of them would be bigger than the other.
"Maybe the Leping epidemic... what we see is just the surface... forget it, I have a headache, don't think about it anymore."
Seeing that Jiang Wuji was upset, Cao Li grinned and said, "Little Taoist Master, when we get to Baiyue City, how about we go to Goulan?"
Jiang Wuji glanced at Xiaoyu and said in a loud voice: "I, Jiang Wuji, never go to the land of fireworks!"
Jiang Zhiyu: "Huh? How did your brother see Mr. Qiu being burned by fire before?"
The elder brother's character couldn't be destroyed, so Jiang Wuji pretended not to hear.
At this time, Cao Li sighed: "I've heard that Baiyue Goulan has its own merits. It's a pity that you don't go, little Taoist master. I will definitely go then."
Can't Cao Li stop saying this in front of Xiaoyu?
Jiang Wuji glanced at Cao Li and secretly decided to wait until he got to Baiyue City to relax... and see it.
There are plagues and evil spirits along the way. Fighting, killing, overt and covert fighting, there is no peace. As a human being, you still have to learn to be kind to yourself.
I just don't know what will happen to me on the other side if I really go to the other side... Thinking of this, Jiang Wuji felt a pain in his balls.
At this time, Jiang Zhiyu gently tugged on the corner of Jiang Wuji's clothes, his eyes filled with mist.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Wuji asked quickly.
Jiang Zhiyu sniffed, his little face full of grievance, "Brother...I put all the money on the carriage, we, we have no money now, wuwu..."
Big tears fell down, and Jiang Wuji's teeth ached when he heard the news.
It would definitely not be possible to go back and get it. Firstly, it was a long journey, and secondly, even if the carriage was found, the money on the carriage might not still be there.
"Nothing left?" Jiang Wuji asked without giving up.
Jiang Zhiyu, who was full of pear blossoms, took out a few coins from his small purse and said, "That's it..."
Jiang Wuji, who was heartbroken, forced out a smile and said comfortingly: "Stop crying, it's a small matter, I'll take care of the money matter."
How can we stay in an inn, buy a carriage, or go to the capital without money? How can we listen to music? How can we turn the clouds over?
At this moment, Jiang Wuji had only one thing left in his mind.
