No wonder Chu Susu hesitated to speak.
Speak hesitantly.
For a young girl like Chu Susu, the monk's gameplay is beyond imagination.
Incredible skills.
The monk was kicked to the street. In an instant, the street was filled with people. Many people pointed at the monk, and some silently covered their children's eyes.
"Don't look, you'll go blind!"
A man's heartbreaking cry came from the brothel.
"Wow ah ah - I am not alive anymore ah ah ah -"
Lao Jiu sneered, pointed at the monk, and cursed angrily: "How dare you deceive us Thirteen Incenses, I think you don't want to live anymore!"
Several strong men laughed and clenched their fists, and a group of men gathered around them.
Monk, danger.
"You have misunderstood," the monk sat cross-legged, clasped his hands, and argued loudly: "The young monk is by no means as shameless and nasty as you think! The young monk has his own difficulties!"
"I'm sorry for my mother!"
When several strong men heard this, they became even more angry. They rushed forward and surrounded the monk, punching and kicking him.
Looking at the monk being beaten.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei looked at each other.
"You decide, Brother Zheng."
Feng Bei nodded calmly, implying that she had no plans to take action this time.
"Monk is not a bad person!"
Chu Susu explained weakly that she had been with the monk for a month. She originally thought she had a certain understanding of the monk, but recently the monk came back to the world and pretended to be a prostitute to hang out in brothels. This made Chu Susu say this. At the time, his tone was a bit unsure.
"stop!"
Zheng Xiu came out and shouted loudly.
The sound of beatings stopped, and several strong men looked up when they heard the sound, and saw a man even stronger than them walking towards them with a ferocious smile.
"Why did you stop, another one comes to cause trouble? Keep fighting! Just don't beat him to death! Let's see if this smelly monk dares to do it next time!"
Lao Jiu leaned against the door and smiled coldly, but when she saw the macho man's face and resolute eyes clearly, her delicate body suddenly trembled, as if she had been shocked by electricity, and she fell limp to the ground.
Zheng Xiu smiled coldly, and his lightning-like eyes swept the entire audience in an instant.
An invisible thing called "aura" quietly spreads outward with Zheng Xiu as the center.
"I said, stop."
After a moment of dead silence.
A strong man knelt on the ground with a plop.
The second strong man threw his head back and fell backwards, his eyes rolled up and foaming at the mouth.
The third strong man trembled all over, as if he had seen a savage beast, and his pupils dilated.
The fourth strong man screamed and ran back to the brothel.
"I was entrusted by someone to save your life."
Zheng Xiu knelt down three steps away from the monk and said to the monk who had a bruised nose and face.
The monk raised his head blankly. Only then did Zheng Xiu see the monk's face clearly. His facial features were soft and his features were delicate and delicate, which gave people a feeling of fragility. The eyes that glanced upward slantingly concealed a kind of charm that belongs only to women.
The brief eye contact made Zheng Xiu feel confused. The monk's eyes were unfocused and he didn't know where he was looking at at the moment.
Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment and wondered whether the monk was male or female.
That trace of hidden charm disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The monk looked along Zheng Xiu's finger, his blank eyes became clear again, and he exclaimed in shock: "It turns out to be Miss Su Su!"
"Let's go!"
This was the first time Zheng Xiu had used [Shock] on Feng Bei to take effect after reaching "Proficiency", and the effect was even more exaggerated than he imagined. The crowd retreated one after another, opening up a large empty circle. Zheng Xiu quickly said to the monk: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time!"
It wasn't until a few people fled the brothel like thieves and the commotion gradually subsided.
The half-cooked old Jiu who was lying limply on the side seemed to have just come back to his senses at this moment. He was sweating profusely and his clothes were wet and stuck to his body.
Just as she was about to stand up, a pool of yellow water was left under her body, which immediately made Lao Jiu blush.
Even down there is wet.
That's urine.
The dignified old man has seen countless men, but today she was frightened to death by a look from a macho man. This made her feel incredible.
A moment later.
Zheng Xiu took the monk back to the "orphanage".
The monk, who had washed away his rouge and gouache, changed back into his coarse robe.
The monk who took off his female clothes finally looked... like a human being.
Several children came forward happily, mingled with the monk, and asked if the monk wanted to return to his old career and come back to be a thief.
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu were in the yard, quietly watching what was going on inside the house.
At this time, the monk walked out in a few steps and offered his hands to Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei apologetically: "Thank you both for saving my life."
Finally we can have a good chat.
Zheng Xiu once tried hard to erase the image of "female monk" from his mind.
But it's hard.
That scene was so outrageous that Zheng Xiu found it difficult to forget.
So much fun.
Do you still dare to say that you are not a flower monk?
So Zheng Xiu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and asked, "Are you Monk Hua?"
The monk frowned: "The young monk Ruchen comes from Yunliu Temple. I heard from Miss Susu that you are looking for the young monk?"
Zheng Xiu nodded first, then shook his head: "We are looking for an ascetic named 'Flower Monk'."
The monk smiled bitterly: "Perhaps there are many misunderstandings. But before Ruchen stepped into practice, his adoptive father's surname was Hua. Maybe the person you are looking for is the young monk."
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were stunned at the same time when they heard this.
Wait a minute.
When we were in Jiayang, could it be that the "Flower Monk" the blind man mentioned was not a nickname but a name?
"What's your name? I said your common name."
"The young monk's surname was Hua, and his first name was... Hua."
Zheng Xiu was stunned: "Huahua?"
The young monk nodded in annoyance. Obviously he also knew that his name was not very pleasant, so he smiled helplessly: "Yes, the young monk was once named 'Huahua'."
Feng Bei didn't have many strange thoughts. She felt that since she had found the right person, she pointedly said to Ruchen: "Ye Weiyang, Feng Xian San, Feng Bei. We are looking for a painting related to the mystery. Legend has it that It was painted by Gongsun Mo two hundred years ago. If Master Ruohua knows the whereabouts of this painting, please be sure to let him know. Feng Bei will be grateful."
"Please call me Monk Ruchen, Master Hua. You can't call me Master Hua." Ruchen waved his hands repeatedly to tell Feng Bei not to scream. When he learned the purpose of Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu's visit, his face revealed a sudden realization. The look on his face: "It turns out that you two are also here for that painting!"
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he quickly asked: "Where is the painting?"
Ruchen smiled slightly: "That painting is now in the hands of the master."
"Who is your master?"
"Master Waiting from Yunliu Temple."
"Wait Master?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned again when he heard this.
This is a weirder title than "Flower Monk".
What kind of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks are hidden in Yunliu Temple?
Ruchen said: "Yes, Master, he is the famous 'Master of Waiting' in Shuzhou."
Zheng Xiu looked at Feng Bei.
Feng Bei nodded: "I once heard that in the Shuzhou area, there is an old 'ascetic monk' who has half a foot in the master realm. I don't know if he is the master he said. If it is really him, he will be here overnight. Twelve Yue, who has been famous in Weiyangzhong for a long time, is also very taboo about him and does not want to mention him more."
Zheng Xiu knew that Ye Weiyang used the method of measuring combat units to evaluate the level of thaumaturges.
That is, one thaumaturge can defeat several divine warriors, or several commanders.
"Why did that painting fall into your hands?"
Zheng Xiu asked again.
Ruchen shook his head: "This young monk doesn't know. About twenty days ago, the young monk was meditating in the house and tempering his mind. Suddenly he heard the crow of crows outside the house. The young monk followed the sound and saw the master returning from outside the temple, hiding in his sleeves. There was a section of the scroll. When the young monk asked out of curiosity, the master looked sad and only said that an old friend was visiting. Other than that, he said nothing more. From then on, the painting has been kept by the master. "
The monk said honestly.
His expression was calm, not fake.
Zheng Xiu felt weird everywhere.
They worked hard all the way south and entered Shuzhou. They searched for cannibal paintings for nearly a month, and then they appeared in Yunliu Temple inexplicably?
"Walk."
Feng Bei planned to go up the mountain overnight to find the painting.
"So urgent?"
Zheng Xiu always felt that something was wrong and asked Feng Bei casually.
"Brother Zheng is interested in that painting."
Feng Bei replied with a slight smile.
After she finished speaking, she felt that there was something wrong with her words, so she tilted her head and added: "Ye Weiyang's responsibility lies here."
The beaten monk Ruchen took off his female clothes and seemed to become another person.
If anyone else had their women's clothing exposed, they would be embarrassed or act perverted.
But Ruchen stood there, communicating with Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu, calm and composed. He didn't look like a pervert, nor did he feel ashamed of being exposed in women's clothing.
As if it should be so.
Ruchen listened to the conversation between Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu and said, "If you two really came here for that painting, I advise you to please go back."
Zheng Xiu asked: "Why?"
Ruchen: "Since the master accidentally obtained that painting, many people have gotten the news in recent days and want to take it away by force. But the master said that the painting should not appear in the world. To the world, that painting is The painting is an unimaginable disaster and should be left in Yunliu Temple and kept by him personally. No matter who it is, there is no way he will hand over the painting."
Feng Bei said matter-of-factly: "No problem, let's go up to the mountain in person and meet the master for a while."
Ruchen was stunned when he heard the words, and wanted to dissuade him politely, but he glanced at Feng Bei, lowered his head and sighed softly: "Since you two have made up your mind, and in mind of your life-saving grace, the young monk will introduce you two to the master and explain You two came here with the intention of hoping that the master can change his mind."
Zheng Xiu smiled and cupped his hands towards Ruchen: "Thank you, Master Ruchen."
"If you don't want to be a master, just call me monk Ruchen."
"Okay Huahua."
"The little monk is like dust."
"I know Master Huahua."
"……please."
Zheng Xiu didn't expect that painting to be in Yunliu Temple.
At first, he thought that the news from Yue Yan that "the flowers are not in the temple" was a pun, one referring to the flower monk and the other referring to the cannibal painting.
Now that he has met Ruchen and Huahua, Zheng Xiu understands that what Yueyan said was "Monk Hua is not in Yunliu Temple" and that the painting is in the temple.
Now that they have found the cannibal painting, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei thought of the same place. Although Zheng Xiu always felt that the process of the cannibal paintings landing at Yunliu Temple was a bit strange, but the matter had come to this and he could not hide away. Feng Bei is right, [Zheng Shan] has a glimpse into the "painter" door. If you encounter this painting and don't see it, you will inevitably leave regrets.
No matter what the reason, no matter what weirdness, nothing can stop the macho guy from going up the mountain.
"I want to go too."
At this time, Chu Susu, who was taking care of the injured, walked out of the broken house and raised her hands timidly.
Ruchen glanced at Chu Susu in surprise and sighed: "Are you still stealing?"
Chu Susu said angrily: "What can we do if we don't steal? There are sixteen of us, who will support us?"
Ruchen sighed: "Heart disease is difficult to cure!"
Chu Susu shook her head vigorously: "I am not sick!"
Zheng Xiu rolled his eyes while listening to the conversation between the monk and the thief. I wanted to say, monk, what qualifications do you have to accuse others of stealing and dressing up as a woman? But when the words came to his lips, Zheng Xiu asked in confusion: "Forget it if she doesn't know. As an ascetic, you don't know that this is a kind of miraculous magic?"
"Pathway? Thaumaturgy?" Ruchen showed a puzzled expression on his face, and then retorted: "You two have misunderstood. The reason why the young monk is a thief and why he disguises himself as a woman and enters the brothel is because of the young monk's difficulties."
Zheng Xiu was curious: "Oh? What's the reason?"
Ruchen scratched his head: "What the young monk is practicing is 'heart Zen'. It can only be accomplished by suffering one's own mind and experiencing the suffering of all sentient beings."
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he felt that his situation had been opened up by the monk, and said in disbelief: "You mean, if you want to practice 'heart Zen', you must put on women's clothes and look like a down-and-out woman, and then you must sleep with a man." ?”
Chu Susu blushed and jumped a few steps away, as if Zheng Dashan was talking about dirty things that could stain her ears.
The monk nodded: "Yes."
Zheng Xiu was even more puzzled. He was the king of bathing, and there were sisters who enjoyed bathing under his banner. So he blurted out with the intention of academic discussion: "Although Zheng cannot empathize, he can understand. It's just like this Master Chen, have you ever thought that some people think it is suffering, but some people may not think it is a kind of suffering. Since this is not a suffering for all living beings, how can your move of selling yourself into a brothel be regarded as a kind of practice? "
Simply put, this sentence means that some people feel miserable and some feel happy. How can you be sure that others are miserable.
"Puch!"
Feng Bei didn't hold back for a moment, covering his mouth and laughing.
Ruchen's face was filled with astonishment, and he suddenly had nothing to say.
Chu Susu covered her face: "Uncle Zheng, can you stop talking!"
For her age, Zheng Xiu's words were obviously out of line.
Speaking of sadhus.
We also have to mention the historical origins hundreds of years ago.
There were originally "Buddhas and Monks" in this world. But not in the Middle Earth, in the Western Regions.
Hundreds of years ago, the previous dynasty was called "Sheng Dynasty".
Buddhism from the Western Regions traveled eastward to the Dasheng Dynasty and spread Buddhism.
At that time, more and more monks believed in Buddhism in China. Like a prairie fire, the fire of faith became more and more intense.
When the reigning emperor inspected the sentiments of the people, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Looking at it from today's perspective, there was a vague tendency of faith overriding imperial power.
So there was the incident of "burning scriptures and burning temples" that received mixed reviews from later generations.
In just one month, all Buddhist temples in the Dasheng Dynasty were set on fire, Buddha statues were smashed, and all Buddhist scriptures were burned to ashes.
The Lord Dasheng used this almost barbaric method to drive "Buddhism" out of China.
Later, dynasties changed, and successive kings of the Qian Dynasty learned lessons from history, and they would not introduce the Buddhist beliefs of the Western Regions into their own territory.
Over time, the custom of ascetics burning incense and practicing asceticism was passed down to some people, but they no longer believed in the Buddha of the Western Regions. Instead, they suffered hardships, practiced painstaking efforts, believed in themselves, and sought the transcendence of a will.
They are today's ascetics.
The practice of ascetics lies in one word - suffering.
Some ascetics abstain from sexual intercourse, meat and alcohol, some walk around the world on foot, and some ascetics flog themselves every day.
There are all kinds of strange ways of self-abuse.
In the past, Zheng Xiu thought that ascetics were a group of perverts with twisted hearts.
Now that Menjing is hidden in the city, Zheng Xiu feels that they are perverts when he meets Ruchen.
No, it’s a pervert who is a pervert and doesn’t know it.
After simply packing up, the fierce man, Feng Bei, and the monk prepared to go up the mountain overnight to Yunliu Temple.
Ruchen agreed to introduce the two masters, and Zheng Xiu's action in front of the brothel was not in vain.
"Wait, didn't you hear what I said just now?"
Chu Susu looked eager to try, but she watched the three of them put her aside, walked out of the courtyard of the house, and hurriedly chased her out.
Zheng Xiu replied: "I heard it, but why are we taking you there? We are not familiar with you."
Feng Bei nodded, this is the reason.
Ruchen clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and smiled: "Miss Susu, there is no cure for your heart disease. I hope you wash your hands in the golden basin as soon as possible and don't steal again."
Zheng Xiu really wanted to tell the monk that you are the least qualified to say such things.
If you practice cultivation, you can become a thief or a prostitute, right?
"But,"
Chu Susu looked bitter, but a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she raised a waist card in her hand.
"Maybe I can help you steal it."
Feng Bei was stunned and looked down at his waist.
The waist tag held by Chu Susu said "Shang Xian San" on it.
It's still early in the night, one of the twelfth lunar months, on the third day of the twelfth lunar month, Fengbei.
Stolen again.
(End of chapter)
