Jijiu heard the words and bent down and walked in. There was an old monk sitting cross-legged in the woodshed. The old monk was solemn, wearing a Buddhist crown, yellow Buddhist robes and red cassocks.
"May I ask who you are, Abbot Jueming?" Jiejiu asked with his hands clasped together.
"I've never seen you... you... you're not one of them?" the old abbot looked up at Dolin and asked.
"The young monk was practicing meditation in an unknown temple. He passed by this place while traveling down the mountain. When it got late, he came to stay in Guisha for the night." Jiejiu said softly.
"Amitabha Buddha is so good... This is no longer a treasured place of Buddhism. You should leave quickly." Abbot Jueming recited the Buddha's name and shook his head.
"The young monk has already noticed that those people in the front yard are not Guisha monks, right?" Jijiu asked with a smile on his face.
"Hey... Amitabha..." Abbot Jueming sighed.
"I wonder if the abbot is willing to tell me. The young monk boasts that he still has this ability and is willing to help the abbot solve his problems." Jiejiu said.
"It's a long story... They didn't know where they heard that there was treasure in the temple of Poor Monk... A year ago, they came to this temple and suddenly started killing me. All my disciples were killed by them."
"They imprisoned me here and asked me about the whereabouts of my treasure every day. The poor monks are just monks. They built this small temple to practice. How could they get the treasure they said... They are just evil villains who kill without blinking an eye! Abbot Jueming said in grief.
"Even if there is no treasure, the abbot can just explain it to me!" Jiejiu said.
"I told you... but they didn't believe it. There is only so much space in this temple. In this year, they have turned it inside out countless times, but they still believe that I am the one who hid the treasure." Jueming The abbot said helplessly.
"They threatened the poor monk in the name of his apprentice. If the poor monk couldn't tell him anything, they would kill the poor monk's apprentice. After the apprentice killed them, they started to chop off the poor monk's fingers, toes, and then his hands and feet..." Abbot Jueming said. He stretched out his hands and feet from under his cassock.
The bare wrists and ankles were shocking to Jijiu's eyes, and his fists were clenched suddenly, with veins popping out.
"These beasts!" Jijiu was furious and wanted to tear those people into pieces right now.
"I have something to ask for, this poor monk... I hope my little master can help me..." Abbot Jueming said in a deep voice.
"Abbott, please speak!" Jijiu took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart and said.
"If the young master really has the means, please ask the young master to save these beasts and avenge my seven disciples..." Abbot Jueming said with tears in his eyes.
"I promise you, I will let them fight an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!" Jiejiu nodded solemnly.
"Thank you so much, poor monk..." Abbot Jueming bowed his head and thanked him.
Jijiu bent down and picked up Abbot Jueming and carried him on his back.
"There is some revenge, and I want you to see it being avenged with your own eyes!" Jijiu said, carrying Abbot Jueming on his back and walking towards the front yard.
Place Abbot Jueming at the door of the Buddhist temple.
"Abbott, in fact, the young monk is a monk who has broken the three precepts. The young monk eats meat, drinks alcohol and kills people!" Jijiu's voice was not lowered when he spoke, but was rather loud.
The grunting and snoring on the east and west sides suddenly stopped.
"Today, the young monk is begged by Abbot Jueming of Guangyuan Temple to send you all to the Asura Hell!" Jiejiu shouted angrily, and suddenly stretched out his hands to both sides of the meditation room.
As he grabbed hard, a group of people broke open the door and fell into the courtyard. It turned out that this group of people had been awakened and they were peeking inside the door.
What followed them to the ground was the broken wooden frame and the shining long knife.
"Brothers, come together and kill him!" The fat monk roared angrily, grabbed the long knife beside him and rushed towards Jijiu.
Jijiu sneered, and reached out to grab the fat monk's collar. With a strong swing, the fat man, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, was thrown away by Jijiu, knocking a big hole out of a temple wall.
When the others saw this, they knew that quitting drinking would be difficult to deal with. Except for a few people who rushed forward, everyone else ran away.
"Where to go!" Jijiu kicked away a few people who were rushing towards him, and then grabbed the other people who ran to the door from a distance. The vigorous internal force directly held those people in place, as if they were being beaten. A man is as motionless as a cat holding onto the scruff of Destiny's neck.
"I heard that you like to chop off your fingers?" Jijiu said as he directly pulled a person over from the air.
Then he directly pinched off the fingers of his hands one by one, and howled like a slaughtering pig in the silent temple in the middle of the night.
"You still like to chop off people's toes?"
Jijiu said, he raised his foot and stepped on the man's instep. After two feet, the man's feet had turned into two puddles of flesh.
"Ah..." Miserable screams rang out again and again, but these could not calm the anger in Jijiu's heart at all.
Throwing away the man with crippled hands and feet, Jijiu grabbed another man again, followed the same pattern and threw the other man out like a dead dog.
Seeing that Daolin was so vicious, the others knew that falling into his hands would not end well, so they picked up weapons and rushed towards Jijiu.
He stopped drinking and didn't hide at all. His hands were like life-threatening scythes, harvesting some life. Everything that fell into his hands was just severed hands and feet at first, and later he would crush the bones as soon as he saw them.
One scream after another rang through the night sky, echoing continuously above the temple.
Abbot Jueming's whole body was trembling with excitement. His turbid eyes were red as he looked at the animals rolling on the ground. Thinking of his once living disciples, he shed two hot tears.
After a while, seven figures in pain and fainting were lying in the courtyard.
Jijiu shook off the blood in his hands, turned around and walked out of the temple, and soon he came back dragging a fat man who looked like a dead pig.
Throwing the unconscious fat man on the ground, quit drinking and kicked him hard to wake him up.
After the fat man woke up, he saw the blood and meat all over the floor. He took another look at Qingjiu who looked like a murderous god. He started to crawl away with his whole body trembling.
"Who told you that there is treasure here!" Jijiu asked, stepping on the fat man's back. That seemingly light kick directly trampled the fat man until he could not move.
"I'm asking you a question!" Jijiu shouted with a little more force on his feet.
"Lord Buddha, have mercy on me... Lord Buddha, have mercy on me!" The fat man wailed.
Ji Qing will not pay attention to this kind of beast with a big heart, and they can't even relieve their anger by squeezing him to death.
"Let me ask you! Who told you that there is treasure here?" Zhijiu drank again.
"It's...a passer-by. We...we robbed that person. In order to save his life, the person told the news that there was treasure in the temple." The fat man said tremblingly.
"Then what did he say?" Jijiu continued to ask.
The fat man took a few deep breaths and said, "The man said that he heard the old man with his own ears... ah, no... Abbot Jueming said that he had obtained the most precious treasure of Buddhism, which is a rare treasure of Buddhism."
Abbot Jueming burst out laughing when he heard this, and his tears were like floods bursting from a dam.
"Disciples, I'm so sorry for you as my master!!!"
