Jiang Wuji woke up from the jolt, and Xiaoyu quickly stepped forward to help him.
What happened to Monk Jueming? Did he enter this world like me?
Why! Why come back at this time!
No, I have to find a way to go back! I have to ask clearly!
Monk Jueming, Monk Jueming!!!
Jiang Wuji gritted his teeth and looked ferocious.
"Brother..." A squeaking sound sounded, and the worried little face shone with tears.
Rubbing his slightly swollen temples, Jiang Wuji smiled and said, "I'm fine, don't worry."
The real world is not something he can go back to if he wants to. Since he has returned to this world, let's deal with things here first.
Putting aside the matter of Monk Jueming for the time being, Jiang Wuji asked, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"By this time last night, it was almost noon." Xiaoyu said.
"Do they know?"
"I told them that my brother is still sleeping..."
Before Xiaoyu could finish speaking, Cao Li's voice sounded.
"Miss Zhiyu, has the little Taoist woke up?"
After opening the curtain, Cao Li was combing the horse's mane again. Jiang Wuji asked, "What do you want from me?"
Cao Li raised his eyebrows, "Hey! Little Dao Master, you're awake."
"You have something to say."
"Well, it's like this..."
Cao Li scratched his scalp and said in a low voice: "We have been away from Lecheng for a few days. Miss Murong is quite familiar with the area around Lecheng. She said that there is a temple in front of us, and we will spend the night in this temple."
"Is there any problem?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Cao Li: "Little Taoist Master... You Taoist cultivators and monks have always been at odds with each other. According to Miss Murong, there are many monks in that temple, and they usually give alms to some of the victims in the past, but you..."
Taoist priests and monks have always been at odds?
Hearing these words, Jiang Wuji thought of Monk Jueming again.
In reality, I went to a temple over there, but here, although I'm not at the temple, I'm about to arrive.
Is there also a Jueming in the temple?!
Thinking of this, Jiang Wuji decided that he must go to the temple to visit, so he said: "In this year of great epidemic, no matter how many grievances and conflicts there are, it is time to let go. Let's go and have a look first. If those monks don't want me to stay, then
Say it again."
"Okay! If those monks drive the little Taoist away then, I will accompany the little Taoist!"
Jiang Wuji glanced at Cao Li.
The latter grinned and said: "I don't like those pretentious monks, haha."
…
The dust is everywhere and the horses' hooves are in chaos.
The old owl crows in the twilight mood.
From a distance, Jiang Wuji saw an old and dilapidated temple and the dead tung tree at the entrance of the temple.
"What is that?" Jiang Wuji looked at the sky above the temple and frowned.
"Back to Xiao Daoye, that's incense." said the driver in charge.
"Incense?"
It was already dusk, and wisps of incense drifted out of the temple and lingered in the air.
It's obviously irregular smoke, but it looks like a Buddha statue sitting cross-legged above the temple, but it's upside down, which is very weird.
At this moment, Jiang Wuji saw someone coming out of the temple, and she was a woman!
A beautiful lady with a voluptuous figure, red lips and white teeth, and skin as smooth as gelatin!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The officer laughed strangely.
Before Jiang Wuji could ask questions, the temple arrived.
Jiang Wuji stared at the woman. To be precise, most of the guards were staring at the woman. He watched her pick a few green vegetables in the field outside the temple, and then walked back to the temple.
"It's so good to have a baby, so good to have a baby." Cao Li smiled from ear to ear.
At this time, an old monk wearing cassocks and six scars on his head came out.
He put his hands together and performed the Buddha salute and asked: "Vishabhu Buddha, why are you donors here?"
Visabhu Buddha? What the hell? Shouldn’t it be Amitabha Buddha? Jiang Wuji frowned, unable to remember what kind of Buddha Visabho Buddha was.
"Master of Infinity!"
Murong Wanfeng jumped off the carriage and saluted the old monk with a smile on his face, "Master Wuyuan, you are well."
"Oh, it turns out to be Donor Murong. Have you caught the demon from the Red Lotus Sect?" Wu Xian asked.
Murong Wanfeng stamped his feet, gritted his silver teeth and said, "Don't mention it, let him run away!"
Wuyuan sighed: "Doing evil and getting evil is like sowing the seeds of suffering. The evil will suffer, and the good will be blessed. Good and evil will be rewarded, and everything has cause and effect."
"Master is right, evil will be punished! Evil will be punished!" Murong Wanfeng said fiercely.
"What can the Buddha, Murong, and the poor monks do to help?" Wu Xian asked.
"Master Wuyuan, we want to stay one night with you and leave tomorrow morning." Murong Wanfeng got straight to the point.
"That's good, that's good. All donors, come with the poor monk." Wu Xian turned around and prepared to walk into the temple.
But at this time, Jiang Wuji asked aloud: "May I ask Master, why are there promiscuous women here?"
The woman just now, who was able to be calm and composed under the gaze of so many men, coupled with her enchanting figure, and the charming eyes that were inadvertently revealed, made me feel pity for her. She must be a prostitute.
To put it bluntly, she is a brothel girl.
Why do prostitutes appear in temples?
Judging from the way she went to pick vegetables in the fields, she must have lived in this temple. The clothes she wore were her own, but the shoes were indeed the monk's cloth shoes. Maybe she had lived here for a long time!
Faced with Jiang Wuji's question, Wuyuan was about to explain, but Murong Wanfeng spoke first: "They come from various counties. Some of them are poor people, some are red people, and some are miserable prostitutes."
"In the year of the great epidemic, even though they were promiscuous women, they were still scorned by others, and their lives were even more difficult and miserable than before. There was no dignity in being allowed to be treated like a human being."
"If Master Wuyuan hadn't taken them in, they would have died long ago."
That's because you are pampered. You don't know that most people are living a miserable life during the epidemic. Jiang Wuji said heartily, and then frowned: "You said, them?!"
"Visabuddha, there are nine female benefactors in the temple." Wu Xian said with his palms clasped on the side.
Jiang Wuji: "Are they all women?"
Wuyuan: "All male donors have taken refuge in my Buddha."
"Is Jueming here?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wuji and shook his head, saying: "Jueming? The poor monk has never heard of it."
"Fine……"
Next, everyone moved into the temple.
The temple is not big, and there are not many monks. Including Wuyuan, there are only six monks.
But Jiang Wuji and his group had a large number of people, so it was impossible for one person to share a room. Instead, men and women were separated and several people shared a room.
As for the confrontation between monks and Taoist priests, it did not appear.
Jiang Wuji was not a Taoist priest to begin with, and the monks in the temple did not target him, so the matter was naturally ignored.
After observation, Jiang Wuji found that these people had a clear division of labor.
Women wash and cook, while men chop wood and plant the land. As for why crops are grown here, Wuyuan’s explanation is: the blessing of Buddha Vaishyabhava.
In addition, there is no Buddha statue in this temple, but the stove in the courtyard is filled with smoke.
Jiang Wuji felt that the ability to grow live vegetables here was related to the incense accumulated in the air.
As night fell, Jiang Wuji slept in a room with Cao Li and Chief Qiu, while Xiaoyu slept in a room with Murong Wanfeng.
Originally, Jiang Wuji wanted to sleep with Xiaoyu in the lobby, but there was a cold wind and rain.
In desperation, Jiang Wuji had no choice but to give up and told Xiaoyu not to sleep too hard, to never leave the dagger, and to call out if anything happened.
It's late at night, around midnight.
Jiang Wuji was still squatting beside the bed, staring at the room opposite Xiao Yu and Murong Wanfeng.
The rain hit the tiles and the ground crazily, getting heavier and louder, making a gurgling sound.
"Perhaps I am really too worried?"
Jiang Wuji's frown relaxed at this moment.
This temple looks peaceful, but it always feels a little strange, but I can't explain why.
But now that I think about it carefully, although Murong Wanfeng is arrogant and rude, she hates the people of the Red Lotus Sect. Others cannot trust her. She should not have any hidden dealings with the monks here.
No matter what, she is also the daughter of a county governor...
Jiang Wuji, who felt a little relieved, was about to take a nap against the window, but at this moment, a strange sound suddenly came into his ears!
"Whoosh!"
The heavy rain was heavy, but at this moment Jiang Wuji vaguely heard the woman's breathing.
As Jiang Wuji concentrated his attention more and more, the obscene voice became clearer and clearer!
