In the open field, Jijiu walked alone.
He didn't know where Hollow went, or where Daolin was captured, but he had a direction in his heart, and that was the north.
When he was a boy, he and his master Qin Tiangong went to the southern part of the empire. The land was fertile, the lights were simple, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. It didn't look like they were affected by the Xie Zang Society.
Furthermore, cults naturally want to go to more remote places. Compared with the wealth in the south, the poverty in the north will be more suitable for their development.
So after he left the imperial capital, he started heading north.
He went to see Wei Zhengyang with Daolin before, where he heard about the Thunder King. His base camp was in Emerald City, and that was his destination this time.
It's just that he didn't pass through the Valley of Dust, because the Valley of Transformation was winding and had to take many detours. If he were the King of Thunder and Flash, he would definitely not go there.
Late at night, Jijiu had already left the imperial capital about fifty miles away. He did not stop along the way. He saw some lights on a hillside. Being hungry and cold, he chose to go and have a look.
Walking up the hillside, he discovered that this place turned out to be a small temple named Guangyuan Temple.
Jijiu stepped forward and buttoned the Buddhist door gently, then waited for a while and then buttoned it again.
"Amitabha, who's knocking on the door?" A rough voice asked inside the door.
Jijiu straightened his cassock and replied: "The young monk is passing by here and wants to stay for the night."
The Buddhist door opened in response, revealing a round, bald head.
This is a reminder that the fat monk is different from other monks in that this man has a fierce look on his face.
"Where did the monk come from?" the fat monk said in a bad tone.
Jijiu frowned, clasped his hands and said, "The young monk is traveling all over the world. He saw the lights in the temple brightly lit when passing by here. He has been traveling all day and is exhausted, so he came here to ask for a night's stay."
The obese monk saw that the cassock worn by Jiedong was extraordinary, so he nodded and let the Buddhist door pass.
After giving up drinking and bowing, he walked in.
This temple is not big, covering an area of only a few hundred square meters. There is only one Buddhist hall, the rest are all Zen rooms, and there are two small courtyards at the front and back.
There were several monks standing in the courtyard, all looking at him intently.
After quitting drinking and smiling at these monks, he turned around and looked at the fat monk behind him.
"I wonder if there are still fasting meals?" Jijiu asked in a low voice.
The fat monk glanced at Jijiu, and then waved to call a skinny monk over.
"Hui Wu, take him to the kitchen to see if there is any food left." The fat monk instructed the thin monk.
The thin monk nodded and led the way.
Jijiu glanced at the other monks and saw that they were still looking at him, feeling puzzled.
I followed the thin monk towards the kitchen. When I stopped drinking, I noticed that the way this man walked did not look like a monk practicing Buddhism, but rather like a thief.
"May I ask, senior brother, how long has it been since you built Guangyuan Temple?" Jijiu suddenly asked.
The thin monk Huiwu paused and said, "It must have been twenty years."
"Twenty years?" Jijiu touched the wall. This somewhat soft wall was more than twenty years old.
"I don't know which eminent monk is the abbot of your temple. Maybe my master is acquainted with him." Daolin continued.
"The abbot of this temple is Abbot Jueming," said the thin monk.
"Abbot Jueming? I wonder where the abbot is now. Can the young monk pay a visit after dinner?" Jiejiu continued.
"Master has already rested. You should go to bed immediately after eating." The thin monk's tone became more and more impatient.
After quitting drinking and walking into the kitchen, a faint scent of meat entered his nostrils. If it weren't for his level of cultivation, most people wouldn't be able to smell it. However, he didn't say anything and pretended not to know.
"I had some leftover vegetable porridge at night." The thin monk opened the lid of the pot, filled a bowl of half-warm vegetable porridge and handed it to Jijiu.
Jijiu took the vegetable porridge and started to slurp it up. The thin monk did not leave, but stood aside and watched him eat.
Soon I finished the bowl of vegetable porridge. I stopped drinking and put the bowl down and felt my half-full belly.
"I've eaten. Go to bed quickly." The thin monk coughed lightly and said.
Jijiu nodded and followed the thin monk back.
On the way back, I stopped drinking and mobilized my internal energy to listen to the music. The temple was not big, so I had an idea of what was going on.
There are nine monks in this temple. In addition to the eight people I saw in the front yard before, there is still breathing in a woodshed in the backyard. They sound quite young.
Returning to the front yard, there are four meditation rooms on the east and west sides. There were bursts of snoring coming from the meditation room on the east side. Jijiu recognized it as the fat monk.
There were four people living in another Zen room, whispering.
"What is the origin of this monk today?"
"I don't know. He looks like he came from a big temple. He's dressed better than that old monk."
"Would you like to come? It's not the first time anyway, so one more lonely ghost won't hurt."
"Let's hear what the boss says tomorrow. If he agrees, we will have time to take action."
There are some who quit drinking and follow the thin monks. Listening to their words, you can tell that they are a group of fake monks, and they are also fake monks who kill people at every turn.
"Okay, you can live in this room by yourself. No one usually lives there, so you can clean it up yourself." The thin monk opened the door of the West Zen Room and said.
Jijiu looked at the mess in the room, sighed in his heart, nodded to the thin monk, and walked in.
After closing the door, he could still hear breathing coming from outside the door. The thin monk obviously hadn't left and was still eavesdropping outside the door.
Jijiu looked at the messy room, took a deep breath, waved his cassock gently, and a strong wind blew through, shaking away the dust on the wooden bed. Then he stretched out a hand and wrapped the flying dust gently with his inner strength. Get down on the ground.
He stopped drinking and lay on the bed, squinting his eyes and sensing carefully that the thin monk had left and returned to the Zen room next door.
"That monk is lying down?"
"Lying down, he looks like a passing monk."
"When you went to the kitchen just now, we had a discussion. They wanted to kill him."
"I've already killed several, do you want to kill more?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"This is a temple after all, and the Buddhas are watching."
"Look at this bullshit. He is blindly looking at whatever he wants. He will kill anyone who gets in our way. What a bullshit Buddha."
"Okay! Okay! You start tomorrow, and I'll dig a hole in the backyard."
Jijiu heard the words and his anger rose in his heart. These murderous beasts disrupting Buddhism is already a serious crime. Now they even appear to insult the Buddha. This is an unpardonable crime!
Hearing the snoring sounds from everyone, Jijiu opened his eyes suddenly, and quietly left the meditation room in a flash.
After standing there and making sure that no one was disturbed, he turned into a white shadow and flew towards the backyard.
There is an old woodshed in the corner of the backyard.
He gently crushed the lock on the woodshed, and with a creaking sound, he opened the woodshed door.
"Finally couldn't help but want to kill the poor monk?"
