High Ridge Flower Rescue Project

Chapter 124 The Holy Monk Who Breaks Precepts

It was time for Huijing to eat today. As usual, when she was going to prepare the food with the food box, she suddenly remembered that since the abbot came back yesterday, she told him that there was no need to deliver food.

It rained all day yesterday, and the road in the mountains was a bit muddy.

Huijing looked at the back mountain from a distance, and before he had time to brew his emotions, he heard someone calling him.

Huijing turned around and felt a headache.

"Young Master Jiang..."

Huijing sighed, and didn't need to listen to what the other party said, and said directly: "Uncle Xuandu doesn't see any guests now, the poor monk really can't help you..."

Jiang Qi glanced at the food box in Huijing's hand, "Are you going to deliver food to Master Xuandu again?"

Huijing's hands holding the food box shrank subconsciously, but after making this movement, she immediately realized that she didn't seem to need to hide...

Huijing shook her head and said, "No."

There was a moment of surprise on Jiang Qi's expression.

Although Huijing has been unwilling to tell her about Xuandu's situation, she is not capable of lying.

Huijing said: "Mr. Jiang, pilgrims are not allowed to walk freely on the mountain, they can only stay in the front hall. You have come to the back mountain many times, it is really..."

Although Huijing said this, she also knew in her heart that the identity of Mr. Jiang seemed to be a bit special. At least he had come to Houshan so many times, and no one in the temple had ever said anything.

Although it is not explicitly allowed, it is basically a default attitude.

But Huijing is actually quite puzzled, this Young Master Jiang is a little too enthusiastic about Master Xuandu, even if he was rescued by Master Xuandu once before, but Master Xuandu has saved many people, if Everyone is like this Mr. Jiang, I am afraid that this Tanshan Temple will not be able to stand up.

And now that Master Xuandu doesn't know what's going on, Huijing doesn't want this Jiang Qi to always go to Master Xuandu's side.

Sure enough, Jiang Qi didn't care about Huijing's words at all, and Jiang Qi's tone was not as good as usual when facing this little monk who didn't cooperate with her every time.

He snorted coldly, and said disapprovingly: "I said, little master Huijing, I have come so many times, has anyone in your temple said anything? You just use these rules every time to suppress me."

Huijing was so blocked by the other party that she couldn't speak, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

Since the other party was not going to see Xuandu, Jiang Qi lost the intention of talking to him in an instant. He glanced at the dull little monk, and there was a trace of condescending contempt in his eyes. Under the bright face, it is extremely difficult to detect.

Jiang Qi is currently living in this Tanshan Temple temporarily, but the guest rooms are not in the same place as the meditation rooms of the monks, and the distance from Xuandu's small courtyard is even further.

Every time Jiang Qi climbed this mountain road out of breath, she missed her body with celestial power.

But as long as he thinks about his purpose, Jiang Qi feels that all his temporary sacrifices are worthwhile.

only......

Dijun's reincarnation is a bit too difficult to get close to.

But compared to those men who ran up on their own initiative with their hands hooked, occasionally there was such a cold and unreasonable one, which aroused Jiang Qi's desire to win.

After all, the aloof emperor was tempted by him. Just thinking about such a scene, Jiang Qi felt that the blood in his whole body was about to boil.

At that time, what kind of heaven, those people will stay where they are cool.

If I really hugged Emperor Zhongtian's thigh, I still need to go back to the heaven to see their faces?Just kidding!

At this moment, Xuandu who was standing under the pagoda suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being targeted by something bad.

He looked at the eighteen-story pagoda in front of him, and his heart was slightly vigilant.

Some of the monsters here were imprisoned here hundreds of years ago, and some were subdued here by him.

Although there are scriptures in the pagoda to protect and suppress it, it is better to be careful in everything.

Xi Hua stood beside Xuandu, looking up at the top of the tower.

Facing the rising sun, in the golden light, the pale blue tower body is thick and simple. From the corridor on the bottom floor, every section is carved with portraits of gods and Buddhas. , There is a sense of mottled beauty that is almost blurred.

Looking at it with Xi Hua's current eyesight, the clothes and appearance of the characters on it are fully visible.

With just a cursory glance, he has already recognized several portraits of famous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist world.

Even though Xi Hua knows that this has always been the consistent style of Buddhism, but at this moment he still feels a little subtle.

"Is this the pagoda you want to sweep?"

Xi Hua's current body shape is not as illusory as before, but solid, and looks almost no different from ordinary people.

But if a monk who is proficient in identification sees Xi Hua, he will definitely shout a monster at this time.

After all, the body transformed by the peach tree, even if it doesn't have a bit of evil spirit, is obviously not an ordinary person.

If it's not human, then it can only be a demon.

Xuandu nodded.

Today he was wearing a gray monk's robe and was holding a broom in his hand. He stopped and looked outside for a while, and then walked in through the small door at the bottom of the pagoda.

Xi Hua followed behind Xuan Du unhurriedly.

The tower is very quiet, but the light is a little dim.

Xuandu took out a torch from the crack in the wall with ease, and lit the oil lamp hanging beside it.

The oil lamps in this tower are all integrated. After the first one is lit, the second lamp and the third lamp follow... all the oil lamps in the tower are lit up one by one. , the originally dimly lit tower was instantly illuminated like daylight.

Xi Hua looked at the somewhat shocking scene in front of him, and suddenly thought of the sentence in the Buddhist scriptures, one lamp spreads all the lamps, and finally all the lamps are lit.

He froze for a moment, then looked at Xuandu who had lowered his head and began to sweep the dust on the ground, and quickly followed.

As the lights here were turned on, a black shadow emerged from the surrounding glazed alcove, staring closely at the two people below.

"Isn't this Monk Xuandu? Then why did the old bald donkey of Tanshan Temple ask you to come and sweep the pagoda?"

This black shadow and Xuandu seem to be old acquaintances, or it may be that being locked up here is too much to hold back, so after seeing such a person, he doesn't care whether Xuandu takes him or not, and just talks about it on his own. non-stop.

It's just that most of these words are mainly sarcasm and abuse, and occasionally a few words of begging for mercy are mixed in.

Xuan Du seemed to have turned a deaf ear to it, and just swept the floor with a broom.

Xi Hua couldn't help but glance at the other party.

Xuandu finally spoke at this time, but he didn't speak to this monster, but said to Xi Hua: "Don't talk to him."

The black shadow locked in the glazed alcove seemed to have finally noticed the person who had been standing beside Xuandu at this moment.

The black shadow's eyes fell on Xi Hua, and then whistled rather frivolously, "I said Monk Xuandu, why did you come to this ghost place suddenly, so you brought a beauty with you!"

The black shadow stuck tightly to the transparent alcove, and said with a smile, "Let me see!"

"let me see!"

"let me see!"

"Hee hee ha ha ha..."

Starting from the bottom floor, there were many such laughing voices from the upper floors of the tower. The originally quiet tower was instantly filled with the whispers and shrieks of all kinds of monsters.

Layer after layer of black shadows emerged from the densely packed glazed alcoves, and the light in the tower dimmed again.

Among the creepy and strange black shadows, there were scarlet or green eyes shining, which made people think that they had come to a certain magic cave in an instant.

But soon, these screaming demons all fell silent as if they were being strangled by the neck.

It was not until a few seconds later that the sound in the tower returned to a little bit.

But this time, these monsters obviously didn't dare to be as presumptuous as before, but whispered: "You Xuandu, what kind of ability is it to recite forbidden spells every now and then!"

Xi Hua couldn't help but replied, "Why is reciting the forbidden mantra not considered a skill?"

"Did I tell you? What are you in a hurry?!"

The bottom monster doesn't know anything else, anyway, Xi Hua thinks the attributes of cheap talk and talkativeness are almost full.

Before Xi Hua could say anything, the monster screamed again, "Fuck you Xuandu! Don't fucking read it!"

There was a faint fire in the glazed alcove. At first, the black figure still had the strength to yell and curse, but then the voice gradually quieted down, begging for mercy weakly: "Master Xuandu, Master Xuandu, Xuandu, you are my ancestor!"

Xuandu lowered his eyes, and said to Xi Hua while cleaning up the dust: "This shadow puppet monster likes to suck people's blood. Before I subdued it, it had already carried at least a hundred lives on it."

After a pause, Xuandu raised his head and looked up, "All the monsters here are similar to this shadow puppet, so no matter what they say, don't believe it, and don't feel sorry for it."

The black shadow slammed into the alcove that trapped him with a 'bang', 'bang', and cursed: "Xuandu, you dead bald donkey, I just ate a few people, and I was trapped here by you bald donkeys." It's been in the tower for more than ten years! You still look down on monsters, isn't the one next to you also a monster?!"

"What? Demon?"

"Demon?"

In the pagoda, which had been quiet for a while, there were shouts again, and those hidden monsters lay down on their respective alcoves again, looking towards Xi Hua.

"Is it a demon?"

"I can't see it, it seems that there is no evil spirit."

"It doesn't mean anything if you don't have the evil spirit. If you don't keep it neat, you used some method to hide it. That's what I was best at back then."

"Shadow puppet, how did you see it?"

"Hmph, have you forgotten what I was doing before? This person has no blood of a living person, and he is not afraid when he sees us monsters, so he must be a monster!"

All the demons started chattering.

Xuandu stood calmly in the center of the pagoda, and said, "It seems that the seal also needs to be strengthened."

The fiends who were discussing in full swing froze again when they heard this, and retreated silently.

When the monsters calmed down, Xuandu prepared to take Xi Hua to the second floor.

Xi Hua followed Xuan Du up the steps step by step, the words of these monsters just now reminded Xi Hua of one thing.

His current status seems to be a problem...

It's just that since the first meeting, Xuandu seems to have never asked this question, so Xi Hua has never taken this matter to heart.

An erratic white shadow flew past Xi Hua's eyes, Xi Hua didn't even have time to think about what it was, and directly hit it with a backhand of sword energy.

The moment the white shadow touched the sword energy, it turned into a pile of white bones and fell to the ground, then turned into a small pile of white ash.

Xi Hua: "..."

Xuandu swept the handful of white ash down together with the dust on the other steps, and explained: "In the pagoda, apart from those demons who have been suppressed and cannot move freely, there are also some other low-level demons. And the foreign matter produced in the evil spirit."

Xuandu swept upward layer by layer, and the white ash also fell down one by one with the sword energy.

There is no day or night in the tower, and the candle lamps on the side have been on since they were lit, without any sign of weakening or burning out.

I don't know how long it took, but the two finally reached the top floor of the pagoda.

The space on this floor is a little smaller than the one below. On a circular altar in the middle, a volume of scriptures is quietly floating in a halo.

This volume of scriptures is the root of this pagoda's ability to suppress these monsters.

It is also the treasure of the town temple of Tanshan Temple, the Sutra of Wuxiang.

......

It was already night outside.

Some disciples in Tanshan Temple have long discovered that the pagoda, which has not been lit for a long time, is being lit up layer by layer today, and now the top of the pagoda is so bright that it almost illuminates most of Tanshan Temple.

Not only the disciples of Tanshan Temple, but also the people living in the surrounding area looked towards this side one after another.

Accompanied by the abbot, Xuanci stood among the mountains, looking at the radiant pagoda in the distance, his eyes were a little dazed.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear the abbot say something,

"Are you a Buddha--"

Jiang Qi, who lived in Tanshan Temple, was disturbed by the exclamation of the surrounding people, and then saw the shining Buddhist pagoda in the distance.

He casually pulled a young monk to inquire, and saw the young monk said to him very excitedly: "It must be Master Xuandu! Only Master Xuandu can make the pagoda bloom like this!"

Jiang Qi was not at all happy to hear this answer.

In order to get closer to Xuandu, he has lived in this Tanshan Temple, but he still can't even see Xuandu's face every day, so when will he be able to hook the other party?

These mortals will make a fuss when the pagoda is lit.

Jiang Qi is afraid that Xuandu is really going to stay in the Buddhist sect now, but if he goes back by himself, he will inevitably be punished.

The glow above the pagoda lasted all night, until the sun came out the next morning, and the glow on the top of the pagoda slowly dimmed.

The abbot and several elders in the temple came to the small courtyard where Xuandu lived again.

Among them, the elder who was holding the lightning-inducing talisman looked at the original location of the peach tree as soon as he entered the door, and then shouted: "Look, I said that there is something wrong with this peach tree!"

There are no trees in the courtyard at this time, not even a pit.

He stomped anxiously, "I said that day that I would lure Lei down to try it out, but you all insisted that it would be bad for Xuandu to know about it.

Now, Xuandu must have heard what that evildoer said, otherwise why didn't even a single leaf remain? ! "

He looked at the silent abbot again, and said: "Abbot, no matter how many reasons Xuandu has, the matter of hiding evil spirits must not be tolerated!"

"The breaking of the precept before, if it was just a momentary temptation, since you are determined to protect him, abbot, we will not say anything, but if the person who had an affair with Xuandu was not a human, but a demon! Abbot, this time No matter what, it can’t be justified!”

Seeing that the abbot hadn't spoken, some other elders helped and said, "Yuankong, you also saw the glow on the pagoda last night. For nearly a hundred years in Tanshan Temple, besides Xuandu, there are other people who can attract such dazzling people. Is it Xiaguang’s? Now everything is still undecided, why are you in such a hurry to start convicting!”

Yuan Kong said: "No matter how high his cultivation base is, but his conduct is not good, there is absolutely no room for such a person in Tanshan Temple!"

The others could only smile wryly and shook their heads. This is not just a matter of cultivation, but also a matter of Buddha's destiny!

Is it possible that they really want them to convict such a disciple who has impeccable Buddhist affinity?

......

Huijing walked up to the abbot a little nervously.

Just as he was about to go down the mountain to fetch water, he was summoned by the abbot, and he didn't know what it was.

The little monk swallowed nervously, what could he, a junior disciple in the monastery, need the abbot to ask personally?The only thing that can be involved is probably the matter about Uncle Xuandu.

"Hui Jing."

The abbot of Tanshan Temple sat cross-legged on the futon, his old face looked very kind and gentle.

Huijing calmed down, and said: "Disciple Huijing, I have met the abbot."

"Before, Xuandu's meals were always delivered by you, right?"

Huijing didn't dare to move, she just thought that she was really asking about Master Xuandu.

Huijing said honestly, "Yes."

"These days, it's time for you to go there, did you find anything unusual?"

When asked about this, the abbot's originally gentle eyes suddenly became sharp.

Huijing couldn't help shivering.

"Disciple, disciple..."

The peach blossom tree in the yard, the figure I thought I saw, and the voice of the voice...

These things flashed in Huijing's mind, and when faced with the abbot's questioning, the little monk almost wished he could just pass out like this.

I just think it’s not right to say it, and it’s not true if I don’t say it.

I feel sorry for Master Xuandu after I said it, but if I don't say it, I can't lie to the abbot.

Huijing lowered her head, still unable to bear the pressure, and whispered what she saw.

He thought that the abbot would be very angry when he heard it, but beyond Huijing's expectation, the abbot didn't seem to have any excessive reaction or expression to this.

Just a question at the end if you have told anyone else.

Huijing shook her head quickly.

He can't wait to rot these things in his heart, how dare he tell others?

And even if he said it, no one would believe it.

When she walked out of the abbot's meditation room, Huijing was still a little dizzy, and her hands and feet were even a little weak.

On the way back, a monk saw Huijing wandering on the road alone, and asked, "Huijing, have you finished carrying water for today?"

It seemed that Huijing finally remembered that there were still things that hadn't happened last night, so she quickly let go of her messy thoughts, "Let's go now."

......

When Xuandu re-copied the Buddhist scriptures to consolidate the seal, Xi Hua couldn't help him, and his current body felt very uncomfortable when he touched the Buddhist scriptures.

So Xi Hua didn't follow in, and instead began to study the Sanskrit talisman array carved on the inner wall of the tower, just to pass the time.

Maybe it was because Xi Hua was alone at this time, a monster sneaked out a head from the alcove and shouted: "Hey!"

As soon as Xi Hua raised his hand, the monster quickly retracted his head again, too cowardly.

"Don't hit, don't hit!"

There was nothing left and right, so Xi Hua approached a little closer. This monster did not directly show its original body with all kinds of strange things, but still maintained a human appearance.

Seeing Xi Hua approaching, he seemed a little more courageous, and asked in a low voice, "Are you a demon?"

Xi Hua also wanted to know what he looked like in the eyes of outsiders, so he asked back: "Do you think I look like a demon?"

This monster has an expression like you are teasing me. It may feel that Xi Hua is playing with him and wants to get angry, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves and monsters in the pagoda.

After holding back for a long time, he hummed and said, "It doesn't look like it, but I think it is."

Xi Hua was a little curious, "Why?"

The monster said: "No monk would chat with a monster in such a calm manner. They always want to get rid of monsters before they get rid of them."

"That's also because you have committed too many murders in this world." Xi Hua's tone seemed to reveal a bit of extraordinary indifference at this time: "It is normal for the human race to kill you if you feed on people as blood." things."

He glanced at the other party, "Speaking of which, you are only locked in this tower now, but you have not been beheaded. You are lucky."

The monster opened its mouth, with a puzzled and shocked expression on its face, "Which side are you on? Give it back to you, don't think that if you don't know where to find a way to hide your monster energy, you are not a monster anymore! You are still following that monk Xuandu!"

The monster dangled in the alcove with some disdain and resentment, "The monk's appearance of asceticism was really good at bluffing people. I said that there is no way in this world that a man is not good at beauty." Tempting..."

He looked at Xi Hua's face again, "But don't be complacent, the monk Xuandu is unreliable, even if he covets your beauty now...but he is not of my race, hehe , if you don't make a plan early, I'm afraid you won't be able to cry in the end!"

Xi Hua wanted to laugh a little, "You don't have to worry about this."

The monster also laughed, "That's right."

He giggled and stuck out his head again, and said flatteringly: "You are now with Master Xuandu, can you plead for me and let me go. I didn't make any blood debts before, it was just that I was Involved by the black wind..."

The monster muttered: "I've been imprisoned for so many years, it's really enough."

Xi Hua: "... Xuandu shouldn't be able to be the master, right?"

The monster was a little anxious, and just wanted to stretch its head out a little more, but it seemed to be trapped by something, and it could no longer move forward.

He had no choice but to shrink back again, and smiled ingratiatingly: "There are so many monsters in this tower, and new ones come every year, and some of them die if they can't bear it. Tell me, he is willing to keep you by his side, he must like you very much, what you said..."

"Xi Hua."

Xuandu didn't know when he had finished dealing with that side, and he was standing not far behind Xi Hua.

Seeing that Xi Hua was talking to a monster, Xuandu couldn't help but frowned.

With a bit of coldness in his voice, he said, "Come here."

The moment the monster saw Xuandu, it quickly retracted its head into the alcove, as cowardly as always.

Xuan Du's attitude was a bit harsher and colder than before, Xi Hua couldn't react for a while, so he froze for a moment, seeing that the other party didn't move.

The wrinkles between Xuandu's brows seemed to deepen a bit, and his dark and penetrating eyes fell tightly on Xi Hua's body.

The monk in the gray shirt was thin and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He stretched out his hand towards Xi Hua, and said in a slow tone: "Xi Hua, come to my side."