Chapter 240
Xie Yuan felt the movement of the Buddhist amulet. He was slightly surprised and immediately picked it up to take a look.
Looking like a shoddy Buddha amulet sold by a street vendor for three cents and ten cents, it lit up slightly at this time. A golden light flashed on it, and then it returned to silence, as usual.
If Xie Yuan hadn't been so confident in his own perception, he might have thought that what he just experienced was an illusion.
“Is this thing really useful?”
Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows.
To be honest, when Hui Jue gave him this thing, it was immediately followed by the life money that Zhang Junyi gave him - it was another thing that was not sure whether it was useful or not. Xie Yuanquan kept it as a trophy as a souvenir. .
The gifts given by these two young men, who have the best inheritance and the biggest backers in the world, seem to be more shabby than the other.
Especially Hui Jue, when sending it to Xie Yuan, he thought he had an idea when he saw Zhang Jun move, it was just a prank. With his bad temper, it was perfectly normal for him to pick up a Buddhist amulet for himself on the street.
But Xie Yuan still accepted it, having always been dubious about its usefulness, but now it was finally confirmed that this thing was somewhat special.
"However, what does it mean that this thing reacts? Is there a so-called Buddha connection here?"
Xie Yuan recalled Huijue's words and thought for a while.
Sometimes he really feels that Huijue is mysterious, as if he knows a lot of things, and even many of his own secrets cannot escape his eyes;
Sometimes he wonders whether he is It's just teasing people pretending to be deep and unpredictable.
Do those words mean that he knows that he is looking for a Buddhist rhyme that he can't even explain?
And this Buddha amulet is a compass?
Xie Yuan can’t say, but he has been wandering around Jiangnan for a month, and this is the first time that this Buddha amulet has behaved like this.
On the way out, Xie Yuan passed by Buddhist temples and Ming'an pagodas many times. When he was no longer being chased so closely, he went in to pay homage and wander around.
But I have never realized the so-called Buddhist charm, nor did I have any reaction to the Buddhist amulet on my waist.
Until this time.
Xie Yuan looked at the huge temple built on the hillside outside the town. The wide main entrance and majestic main hall could overlook the entire town.
Even if Xie Yuan doesn't know anything about Kanyu Feng Shui, he still feels that this place is a good place nearby.
"Jinguang Temple."
Xie Yuan looked at the big temple, at the endless stream of believers on the mountain, and then at the not-so-busy town at the foot of the mountain. He raised his eyebrows.
I am afraid that even this small river town cannot support such a large temple. Many people seem to have come from other places.
The two emperors Xie Yuan visited many Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, churches and shrines in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, and discovered a unified point.
The residential buildings around them may look very ordinary or even dilapidated, but they themselves are all first-class luxury and exquisite. The architecture can be called art, at least they are more expensive than the surrounding residential buildings. Ten times and a hundred times more.
Even those scenic spots that have been passed down since ancient times have consumed the efforts of generations or even ten generations of people around them. Over hundreds of years, they have been continuously repaired and donated. By the time it was in the mud, it wasn't even finished.
The power of faith.
Xie Yuan looked at the Jinguang Temple with some hesitation.
However, it is rare to find news about Buddhist rhyme, so I naturally have to go and find out.
Xie Yuan's eyes flashed, his appearance changed into that of an honest villager, and he walked towards the steps up the mountain very piously.
It was just past noon, and there were still many believers going up and down the mountain. Xie Yuan even sometimes had to turn sideways to pass by.
As he walked up, he listened to the conversations of people around him and collected information.
"Mom, let's hold on a little longer. As long as you go to Jinguang Temple and see the master there, you will be cured!"
"Son, I really can't walk... I can't go. I'm not seriously ill. Why don't I keep the money for you to get a wife!"
"Mom, I'll carry you! I don't want a wife." , How important is your body!”
“Son...hey, I can walk by myself”
The classic drama of a loving mother and a filial son.
Xie Yuan nodded silently after hearing this. When he passed by the mother and son, he caressed the old woman's arm and received a ray of health-nurturing energy.
At least it can help her climb this mountain ladder.
He listened to the other side:
"Uncle Wang, is it really possible to learn martial arts, become a hero, and become a practitioner here?"
"Really, I saw it with my own eyes I saw the abbot master kill a tiger with one punch , eliminate harm for the people! You go in and practice well, don’t think about your family and your mother, I will take good care of her.”
“Is it true that you can’t kill a tiger with one punch? Killing? ”
"...Why do children have so many problems?"
...Xie Yuan frowned slightly and glanced at the man and the child.
He looked at it for a long time, took back his steps, and shook his head silently. If the child's mother agreed, then maybe the temple would be a good place for him.
"Master, do the masters in the temple really hire people to work? Can we help them plow the land?"
"Really, they have prepared for spring plowing, but they are short of people! When the time comes, we will plant our original two acres of land. We are familiar with that land and can do it better than others. The great monk will definitely be willing to do it, and we won’t have to go hungry next year.”
Xie Yuan glanced at the slender couple, frowned and pursed his lips.
It somehow reminded him of his old friend.
A big force will always become a local landlord, and land annexation is an unavoidable problem. The Yunshan Sword Sect also has thousands of acres of fertile land at the foot of Yunshan Mountain for the use of the disciples on the mountain.
Fortunately, Xie Yuan understood that Jian Zong treated the tenant farmers very well, at least no one under Yunshan went hungry.
If this is the case, it is still acceptable...
Xie Yuan passed by the couple, and the husband felt touched. He immediately clutched the package on his chest vigilantly and glared at Xie Yuan.
Then he put his hand into the package and checked it. Suddenly he was stunned. He couldn't help but stand aside to avoid the crowd, and secretly opened a corner of the package to check.
Not only is there not a lot of broken silver coins inside, but there are also a lot of broken coins!
The man quickly raised his eyes to look again and found that the person who had just touched him had disappeared. He couldn't help but clasping his hands together and shouting gratefully:
"Living Buddha! Thank you to the Living Buddha of Jinguang Temple!"
Xie Yuan climbed all the way up. Even if he used a normal speed, he could surpass many people who went up the mountain to seek medical treatment and many elderly people who worshiped Buddha devoutly.
There are many such people. Along the way, Xie Yuan heard countless worldly things and countless hardships. The road up the mountain seemed to be a road to salvation. Many people firmly believed that everything would be solved when they climbed to the top of the mountain road and saw the gate of Jinguang Temple.
After Xie Yuan heard this, he helped anyone who could push him easily, but there was a long queue of people going up the mountain. He even scattered all his money after he was halfway through. His true energy has also saved many people, but unfortunately compared to the number of people seeking Buddha, he alone can only make a drop in the bucket.
Standing at the steps that were about to reach the temple gate, Xie Yuan looked back at the stream of ants and people on the mountain stairs. He felt that in just such a section of the mountain road, he saw the appearance of all living beings.
It’s just that the appearances of all living beings here are painful no matter how you look at them.
And outside this mountain, how many people are still living in misery?
Xie Yuan suddenly felt pity and felt that the suffering seemed to be embodied on this mountain road.
He alone can't help many people anyway. Maybe Buddhism's meaning of saving the world can really help them find relief.
Xie Yuan turned around, looked at the gilded plaque above his head, and thought to himself:
"This Jinguang Temple deserves the pious worship of so many people, or it may really be a temple."
He lowered his head and followed the clouds of pilgrims with their own miseries into the splendid Buddhist temple.
"This benefactor, Chenghui, charges ten coins to enter the temple."
Before Xie Yuan stepped through the gate, there was a fat monk next to him holding out a clay pot with a smile. said.
Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment:
“You still need money to enter the temple?”
The monk was also stunned for a moment, his smile faded slightly, and his eyes rolled up:
"Donor, don't you know the rules of Jinguang Temple? When you enter the temple, you must first pay ten coins, buy incense, burn ten coins, and insert incense. , ten articles on worshiping the Buddha, if you want to find a master to see a doctor, ask for a fortune, or seek luck, To clear up the confusion, pay the distribution fee of ten cents. After the master has seen it, he will collect the incense according to the situation. "
Ten cents, ten cents, ten cents...
Xie Yuan was stunned. Open your mouth, although ten cents is not expensive, but how much does this set of procedures cost?
Moreover, the price of buying incense and visiting monks is not mentioned much; the process of burning incense is even charged separately for each one.
Is this a Buddhist temple or a mobile game?
Xie Yuan frowned and said in a muffled voice:
“I have no money.”
He really had no money, and he gave all his money to the poor people who went up the mountain. ...Anyway, money is nothing to him now, and he has been acting like a wild man recently, and he doesn't want to keep any money.
The fat monk rolled his eyes, pushed him aside, and said lazily:
"Next!"
Xie Yuan looked at the grand scene at the door and probably understood how this golden brick and blue tile came to be.
But even so, the temple is still so popular.
Xie Yuan frowned, turned to a deserted place, and suddenly disappeared.
Originally I wanted to go in normally, but it was a pity that ten cents was too much for the Qianlong hero.
Xie Yuan swayed, squeezed through the mountain gate, and reached the spacious atrium of the temple.
The floor is paved with blue bricks, the black tiles are shiny, the beams and columns of the corridor are all made of camphor wood, and a light incense wafts out.
In the tall Mahavira Hall in front, the ten-foot-tall golden Buddha looked down at the world with compassion.
Xie Yuan looked up at the Buddha and thought to himself, how many ten cents would it take to build a golden body for him?
He was a little hesitant about the Golden Light Temple.
Wandering around the temple aimlessly, many devout pilgrims will follow the procedures of Zhike Monk, and then wait in the main hall for the monk to lead them to answer questions and ask questions.
There are too many pilgrims, and many of the so-called masters assigned look like little novice monks. But even though they are so young, they speak the Dharma in a clear and logical way, and whether they are looking for a doctor or solving doubts, they make believers nod their heads.
But after watching it for a while, Xie Yuan keenly discovered that their words were very similar, as if they had been uniformly trained.
Even two people with completely different situations and different monks said exactly the same thing when interpreting their fortunes. But these words are very contagious. They just want to make people feel that they are not pious enough to have these problems. They just want to spend more money to burn incense and let the Buddha bless them until their illnesses are cured.
If it is not removed, it must be that the incense is not burned enough.
Even in front of a puzzle-solving table, Xie Yuan heard a young lady ask:
"Master, my husband and I have been married for several years, but we have never had any children..."
The monk looked at it A pretty village girl with bright eyes Liang, smiled and said:
"Amitabha! Come to the temple at midnight tonight, and I will help you ask for the blessing of the goddess Guanyin."
The pretty village girl was stunned for a moment after hearing this. , hesitated:
"Here...please give me a gift to Lady Guanyin. Is it too expensive to pay for incense? I still can't afford it..."
"It doesn't matter whether it's expensive or not, you just come."
The monk said again and again.
Seeing that the village girl was still a little hesitant, a woman queuing next to her patted her and said:
"Oh! The Guanyin here is amazing. Just come and it's guaranteed." You held two of them in three years, and I did the same thing back then!”
The young village girl was coaxed and urged, and finally nodded hesitantly.
Xie Yuan turned around and saw similar things, his brows furrowed tightly.
What kind of pagoda is this? He clearly looks like a slut who specializes in deception!
Xie Yuan's face darkened and he was about to walk towards the abbot.
But as he walked, he paused again.
"Thank you, Master! If it weren't for your medicine, I would have kicked my legs more than ten years ago!"
"Amitabha, this is the result of my good deeds, incense and Buddha worship."
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“Elder, you are my savior People! Without your divine water, the epidemic in our town would have wiped out all of us!"
"Please be kind to me, this is what a poor monk should do."
"Master, thank you for the medicine..."
Xie Yuan frowned. He heard many similar conversations along the way.
Jinguang Temple seems to act as a nearby pharmacy and medical center, and has saved many people's lives. Many of the conversations were not in front of others, but Xie Yuan could hear them through the wall. Considering the size of Jinguang Temple, it seemed that they were not invited.
The town at the foot of the mountain is called Hewan Town. It seems that a major epidemic broke out in the town many years ago. It was thanks to the Jinguang Temple that the whole town was saved.
As for the residents of Hewan Town, since the epidemic, the residents of the town have become weak and sick at every turn, and it has never been difficult for doctors to treat them. Besides, where can ordinary people afford medical clinics? Most fight on their own.
But the believers of Jinguang Temple can get the sacred water from the mountain for tens of coins. It is said to be made from the mountain spring with the blessing of the Buddha. After drinking it, it can cure all kinds of diseases, including those of the townspeople. Strange disease.
Xie Yuan originally didn't believe this obvious trick, but he heard too many people who came here to treat illnesses along the way, and many of them were not here for the first time. In other words, this magical water was indeed divine, and it was more effective than any other nectar or jade dew.
Xie Yuan had doubts. If it was a liar's talisman water, he would have drunk people to death. Where would the repeat customers come from? And if it was just a placebo, there shouldn't be so many people who regard it as a miracle drug and keep asking for it.
If this Buddhist temple really has the ability to cure diseases and save people...
He turned around and walked towards the back hill of the Buddhist temple.
After turning around the layers of courtyard walls, the guards behind became increasingly tight. It was obvious that many strong monks could be seen, and their cultivation was not weak.
Even Xie Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the great monk with Qi and Blood Transformation appearing here.
However, the ordinary first-level realm change is no longer a threat to him, and it is not much different from the external training. His eyes flickered, and he gently and deftly bypassed the numerous defenses and reached the foot of a cliff on the mountain behind the temple.
The cliff is a small waterfall. The mountain springs converge on the cliff. They fall here and form a cold pool at the bottom of the cliff.
There are several monks' rooms next to Hantan. There is a large open space surrounded by the monks' rooms. In the middle of the open space are many large water tanks.
Many monks come in and out of this building, constantly taking water from the cold pool and pouring it into a large vat, and then sprinkling powder filled with the aroma of herbs into it.
Xie Yuan stood quietly next to the large tanks, silently watching the work of the Buddhist temple workshop.
While no one was paying attention, he took out some water from the tank and put it in front of his nose. After sniffing it, he raised his eyebrows.
It smells like serious medicinal powder.
Xie Yuan then moved into the several monk rooms, which were workshops for storing medicine, pounding medicine, dispensing medicine, and grinding powder. Many monks were busy inside, preparing pots of medicine powder, and then Someone pours it into the water tank outside, stirs and shakes it to make a potion, and then assembles it and transports it to the outside of the workshop and to the temple.
What a blessing from the Buddha, it is clearly a modern assembly line oral liquid factory.
Xie Yuan was somewhat impressed by the scale of Jinguang Temple. He walked along the assembly line of the workshop and confirmed that this so-called sacred water finally ended up in the hands of believers who went up the mountain to seek medicine.
Many of them even drank it on the spot, looked rosy, and thanked the great monk here repeatedly.
Xie Yuan was like a bystander who was away from the world, watching this scene quietly.
"Mountain spring water is just ordinary mountain spring water, containing some minerals at most; and the medicines in the workshop are all serious herbs that nourish blood and replenish qi. Although I can't understand the formula, it can't be poison. What's more, Each large vat only contains some herbal powder, and the dosage can’t be said to have much effect.”
Xie Yuan unexpectedly discovered that the spring water blessed by the Buddha was fake, and the monk’s use of his heart was genuine. This so-called divine water may not be very magical, but it has some benefits. Especially in conjunction with the believers' worship of Jinguang Temple, it can also be used as a good medicine with the supplement of psychological effects.
Xie Yuan's psychology suddenly became a little complicated.
At first he thought this was a Buddhist temple that truly benefited the people, just like the Yunshan Sword Sect benefited the surrounding areas;
Later he found out that all the monks here were trying to make money and wished they could sell more Two sticks of incense, no wonder those who go up the mountain here are suffering. I am afraid that the people around are being squeezed dry by this monk from Jinguang Temple who bullies men and women.
But now it is discovered that the Jinguang Temple has indeed helped the people at the bottom. Although the sacred water worth dozens of coins per pair is still huge profits, it can really cure diseases for the poor who cannot afford to see a doctor.
If the Jinguang Temple is destroyed, where will those people who can't afford even a little prescription medicine go to see a doctor?
And the Golden Light Temple is here, and the number of bandits and refugees here is obviously much less than in other places.
This Jinguang Temple seems not to be evaluated solely in terms of good or bad.
Just like everything in the world, it is a collection of contradictions.
Xie Yuan stood in front of the Main Hall and hesitated for a long time.
Then he looked up at the giant golden Buddha statue with a compassionate face, sighed, and turned around to leave.
On the way down the mountain, Xie Yuan always felt a little confused and moved a little slowly.
While walking, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of me.
He looked and found that it was the pretty village girl who was begging for a child.
Xie Yuan sighed and walked to the village girl:
“Girl, don’t believe that monk, they are just greedy for your body.”
The village girl was also a little distracted, but she suddenly heard a voice next to her and was startled.
But she turned around and saw that the man in front of her was simple and honest, with a sincere face. She felt much less frightened and muttered:
"Who doesn't know?"
"Really, don't you believe it... huh?"
Xie Yuan continued to persuade subconsciously, but he didn't react until he was halfway through, and he was a little surprised.
The village girl curled her lips:
"Who doesn't know that the monks here are lustful and greedy for money? What kind of gifts are they giving away their own seeds?"
Xie Yuan saw that she understood so well, Knowing that he was in trouble, he smiled and said:
"It's good if you know. If you know, don't go. Don't be deceived by them."
"You still have to go."
The village girl said quietly.
“Huh?”
Xie Yuan couldn’t understand.
The village girl seemed to be very entangled in her heart, so when she met a strange outsider, she became more talkative:
“Many women from the village have been here, and they can’t open the pot at home. Those who can't afford to eat, those who can't survive the winter, come here After sleeping for a night, you can go back to live with the money. How good is it? After all, it’s just a pair of legs. Who’s not a cow? It’s just a matter of closing your eyes for a short while..." She seemed to be thanking her. Yuan said, actually talking to himself:
"Lanhua, bear with me, my husband has to take the exam."
Xie Yuan opened his mouth after listening to the village girl's bad words, not knowing what to say.
It turns out that asking for a child is a dirty talk...
It turns out that others understand everything, much more than he, a foreigner, knows.
This village girl is also called Lanhua. It seems that village girls named Lanhua are quite good-looking.
Xie Yuan originally wanted to ask, "Do your husbands mind?", but he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Life is so stressful that you don’t even have enough food to eat, so how can you care about this? In the past, Xiaoshi Village occasionally heard about similar things, many of which were prompted by husbands.
Xie Yuan looked back at the huge front of Jinguang Temple with a complicated expression, sighed, and went down the mountain without looking back.
How can there be any Buddhist charm in this place?
But maybe this place has Buddhist charm.
However, Xie Yuan gained nothing but knowledge after all. He walked around Hewan Town all the way, turned around, and walked north.
The destination is to the west, but we showed up in Hebend Town for a short time. Although we left in time, we can also change directions and go in a circle.
The closer you are to victory, the more careful you must be. Ambushes are often just when you are about to reach the finish line and are most relaxed.
It was just what he saw at Jinguang Temple that gave Xie Yuan a lot of inspiration. He kept thinking about it, and even wondered, is the family really pure evil?
The fire in Wuhe Town, the collective poisoning of more than a hundred people, the helpless wails of loved ones... are just the tip of the iceberg.
From this perspective, the evil of the family cannot be punished.
However, on the other hand, in terms of the prosperity of the people and the stability of the cities and towns, Jiangnan is much better than Yunzhou and Yanzhou.
In places where aristocratic families have strong control, few Xiaoxiao dare to cause chaos. However, where aristocratic families govern and control, their territories are often much richer than other places, and the people can live and work in peace and contentment - of course, As long as you don't mess with the children of the aristocratic family. But ordinary people generally can't see it.
After Xie Yuan received the news that Li Xingtuo defeated Jiangnan alone with his sword, he once thought passionately that when he became successful in cultivation, he would also imitate his sect leader. However, he might not be merciful if he has such a deep feud with these two families.
But if one day, Xie Yuan single-handedly beheaded all the leaders of the Qian and Yao families with an axe, and the family collapsed, what would Jiangnan be like?
In the midst of tremendous changes, will it be like the Eight Gate Rebellion back then, where people are panicked and close to the people are in dire straits?
Perhaps the Aristocratic Family is a huge tumor growing among the people. If it is removed, it will cause a huge bloody wound. If the bleeding cannot be stopped, it may be fatal.
I think Li Xingtuo also had this consideration, not only because of the influence of being the head of the Sword Sect on the head of the aristocratic family.
Xie Yuan took a long breath and suddenly felt a little dilemma.
Everything in the world has two sides, but which side should Xie Yuan consider?
Xie Yuan didn't think about this problem when he went north, didn't think about it when he went east, and didn't think about it when he went south.
When I was walking quickly to the west, preparing to enter Shuzhou in one go and completely leave the territory of the Jiangnan family, I found that my willful wandering had led me to Hewan Town again.
“It seems we can’t fit here anymore.”
Xie Yuan let out a breath and simply went into the town to take a look.
He was walking along the river aimlessly and met a white-haired old man. After thinking about it, he stepped forward and asked:
"Old man, have you been to Jinguang Temple?"
< br>"Huh? Go! I've been there. I've been there many times , If the master of Jinguang Temple hadn't saved my life, I would have died of illness long ago!"
"That's it..."
Xie Yuan asked several people, and they all said this, as if they were the people at the foot of Jinguang Temple! , everyone has received its blessings.
But there was only one person who sneered at Xie Yuan's question:
"No! Only fools go to that Poison Temple."
"Poison Temple?"
Xie Yuan was surprised. road.
"Poison Temple! Ever since the monks from the Jinguang Temple came here thirty years ago and built a small temple on it, the town of Hewan has been getting worse day by day. There are epidemics at every turn, and everyone has strange diseases. , what is it if it’s not a poisonous temple?”
The old man said indignantly.
Someone next to him sighed:
"The old madman is talking nonsense again! Isn't it the sun that makes the rooster crow? In the past, people in the village were supposed to be sick and died, but they were not sick and died. Instead, there was golden light. After the temple came, everyone felt better. Why can it be so great? It’s because it can help everyone. The Buddha inside is really spiritual!”
“Stupid as a cow!” When the old man said something, the other old man immediately twitched his eyebrows and started scolding him.
Xie Yuan felt that he couldn't answer the question, so he walked to the end of the town. He was hesitating whether to go up the mountain again, when he suddenly saw a family hanging soul flags and doing innocent things.
Xie Yuan was not planning to take a detour, but suddenly he heard someone say "Orchid..."
Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment, quietly approached, and poked his head inside, but he didn't see anything. .
“What are you looking at?”
Suddenly someone next to me asked.
Xie Yuan looked sideways at the confused neighbor and asked tentatively:
"Sister, which family is this where someone died?"
"Are you here for a funeral? You live here It’s Zhang Shusheng and Wang Lanhua, which one are you related to?”
“Ah, which one is gone?”
“Both are gone”
"What?"
Xie Yuan was stunned and quickly asked why.
The eldest sister seemed to be interested, and glanced around, but her lips quickly touched each other:
“Hey, it’s not that Wang Lanhua, who is a licentious woman, flirting with men everywhere, and finally They all hooked up with the great monk of Jinguang Temple, but when they came back, Zhang Shusheng broke into her. He wrote a letter of divorce in anger and drove her away that night. This Wang Lanhua just threw himself into a well..."
"If you ask me, this scholar is too good-for-nothing. He spends all his time studying hard, working hard for fame, and relying on Renlanhua to work everywhere to make money to support his family. That night Lanhua came back with the money and happily said that she had money to pay for her husband's school entrance examination, but there was a big fuss. "
A man appeared from another house, crossed his arms and shook his head.
The eldest sister curled her lips:
“Look, you men know how to talk to Wang Lanhua.”
“Then replace your man with Zhang Shusheng , are you willing?"
The other elder brother said directly.
The eldest sister's face changed slightly, and she looked around and said:
"My man is pretty good."
"Sister Zhang, don't you quarrel every day?"
The elder brother said with a smile.
“You are the only one who talks nonsense.”
Sister Zhang cursed.
Xie Yuan stopped them and asked in a complicated tone:
"How did that scholar Zhang die?"
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Sister Zhang suddenly stopped talking, turned around and entered the door.
Xie Yuan looked at the elder brother in confusion, and the elder brother coughed:
"The scholar is angry and doesn't know the world, so he goes up the mountain to find a monk from Jinguang Temple to discuss... Ahem, young men from other places, just know it, don't worry about it. What a noisy business.”
Xie Yuan was silent for a moment, then looked inside again and saw a monk doing things, as if he was the master of the house.
He raised his head to the side and looked at the magnificent Buddhist temple on the hillside, feeling that the cycle of life and death here seemed to be controlled by it.
Cheating money, people and lives... shouldn't be like this.
If you do it well, you have done it well. If you do it poorly, you have done it badly. You must at least be able to theory.
Xie Yuan frowned, turned around, and walked towards the temple on the mountain again.
All the way into the temple, Xie Yuan went straight to the abbot.
Whether this temple can be saved or not can be seen from its abbot.
Ignoring the strict guards in the backyard, he sneaked around the abbot and stood outside the large house.
He noticed a figure with strong blood inside, and there seemed to be a follower beside him.
Xie Yuan was about to go in directly when he suddenly heard the old voice talking to the side:
"Is the amount of this medicine enough?"
"A small epidemic is enough. . ”
Another voice said.
The old voice said slowly:
"In this case, when I Buddha cure them, another sum of money will be credited to the account, and I will definitely give it to the young master."
"Haha, easy to say, you guys The master has always been satisfied with the taxes paid by Jinguang Temple."
The voice inside laughed softly.
The old man spoke softly:
"Without your advice back then, I'm afraid Jinhe Temple would have always been just a small temple and would not have become the pagoda it is today."
"You have to have a brain, otherwise how can you raise these wheats well?"
The other person said inscrutably.
Xie Yuan's eyes were deep outside the door. Hearing this, he couldn't help it.
He pushed the door open and saw a spacious monk's room inside. Sitting in the room was an old monk wearing a bright red cassock, and a middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe.
The two of them were a little surprised when they saw Xie Yuan suddenly breaking in through the door.
The old monk stood up quickly and said in a deep voice:
"Who are you? How did you get here?"
Xie Yuan did not answer, just glanced twice. He looked at the medicine bottle on the table among the people, then stared at him and asked:
"Have you always spread the disease in Riverbend Town?"
"Amitabha, young people, please don't speak nonsense, otherwise you will go to tongue pulling hell."
The old monk's eyes flashed and he clasped his hands together.
Another middle-aged man looked at Xie Yuan with interest, holding the table with one hand, wondering what he was thinking.
Xie Yuan said coldly:
"It turns out that the rumors about the Poison Temple are not groundless. No wonder your Jinguang Temple has become so rich in thirty years. It turns out that you are making money in a good way. You control the epidemic in the town - you should Is it the water source on the mountain? Then you produce the antidote yourself, sell it at a high price, improve your status, grab money, and bribe the higher-ups, and this cycle... I thought you really cared about the people and did good deeds when you were making money."
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Xie Yuan had understood everything in the conversation just now. He originally thought that the Jinguang Temple had some effect on the local area, but it turned out that it was the instigator!
Seeing that Xie Yuan had said so much at once, the abbot seemed to understand very well, and sighed:
“Where did this young man come from, so reckless, and trespassed into the important territory of our temple? It seems that I can only send you to Xitian Paradise to reflect.”
The abbot was a little puzzled by Xie Yuan’s sudden appearance, but he was not prepared to go into details. Anyway, after so many investigations into this inexplicable young man, it must not be possible. Let him go.
He rolled up his sleeves and stretched out a big, old, withered hand with great speed.
While the hand was still on the way, it suddenly swelled and became larger, like a huge blood-filled palm, covering Xie Yuan!
Buddhist magical power, dragon claw hand!
Under this move, the blood energy of the second transformation of qi and blood is undisguised and extremely powerful.
The abbot of Jinguang Temple is very good at cultivation. It seems that he has used a lot of the money and treasures he grabbed for himself.
Xie Yuan looked at the huge palm filled with vitality, circled his fist, and punched out with an ordinary punch.
Bagua Mountain Shaking Fist.
The abbot looked at the fist and didn't take it seriously at first. However, the next moment he felt that the ordinary fist was like a mountain. The heavy energy was like a mountain pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe in his mouth and nose!
He hurriedly activated his blood energy with all his strength, and his giant palm grew two points larger. At the same time, golden light shone on his body, blessing his own strength and increasing his body protection.
With the golden bell over his body, the abbot calmed down and met Xie Yuan's fist.
With a bang, the abbot was thrown away and hit the wall of the monk's room hard with a loud noise, and the thick wall suddenly cracked.
"Wow!"
The old monk fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
Who is this person? Why is it so strong?
I had obviously used a golden bell to protect myself, but how could he break it through so effortlessly? Even a master of the Third Qi and Blood Transformation Realm would not be so relaxed!
Xie Yuan looked at the shocked old monk and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but did not give him a chance.
He stepped forward and punched the abbot again on the arm, who was trying to raise his hand.
With a click, the old monk's arm was directly interrupted, with broken bones exposed at the elbow, and the palm of his hand was directly hit by Xie Yuan's fist and inserted into his chest.
The abbot's eyes popped out and blood spilled from his mouth. The great monk who had ruled Hewan Town for thirty years and developed a dilapidated temple into a magnificent temple died on the spot. He still didn't understand why until his death.
Xie Yuan killed the evil monk with two punches. He finally felt relieved, and all the entanglements of the past few days seemed to be cleared away.
He shook his fist, shook off the bone residue and blood foam, and finally figured it out.
Everything in the world does have two sides, but many times, evil is evil. Even if this evil deed has done good things, it is not a gold medal to avoid death.
It is impossible to forgive a huge evil just because it has some positive effect. The Jinguang Temple is the same, and the aristocratic family is the same.
When something bad happens, all you have to do is punch, otherwise, how can you get through your thoughts?
Xie Yuan is a warrior, not a general or a prime minister. He must eradicate violence and eliminate evil, which is the military ambition he should have.
As for the latter question, it depends on the wisdom of later generations. If the aristocratic family disappears, there will be another aristocratic family. If the sky falls, there will still be a tall man to stand up.
Xie Yuan turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who had been watching with interest. He put his hands back into his sleeves, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"From the Yao family?"
"How do you know?"
The man smiled and asked noncommittally.
“Because only people from the Yao family can come up with such a vicious idea.”
Xie Yuan answered quietly.
The man smiled and shook his head:
"Xie Yuan, you are still too young. There are so many evil things in the world, and the Yao family is not considered poisonous."< br>
"Maybe, but in my opinion, few people can compare with you, so I see that you have always been uneasy."
Xie Yuan shook his head and asked:
"Which member of the Yao family are you?"
"I should not be considered a member of the Yao family many years ago."
The middle-aged man said leisurely:
" Sometimes they recognize me, sometimes they don’t, it all depends on what happened, that’s how the Yao family is.”
Xie Yuan nodded:
"It seems that you also know."
"But after all, I still have the blood of the Yao family, so sometimes there is nothing I can do."
The man shook his head:
< br>"You are already a big threat to the Yao family, so I can only come to you. I actually admire you very much, You are extremely talented and strong, and you are actually very decisive in doing things, but you are a bit softer at heart and always want to be a bullshit hero. Well, I have been following you for a while. We always pay attention to intelligence, especially young geniuses. "Information."
Xie Yuan said noncommittally:
"I don't have to be a hero. I just take care of things that I can't see."
"This is the young man who wants to be a hero. He takes care of things that he shouldn't take care of. Many This is how people die.”
The man sighed:
"Obviously the same is true for you. I admire many things about you, but this is the only thing I don't like. You are too young and your heart is too soft. In the end, you will not be able to achieve great things, and you will have to die here."
Xie Yuanping She didn't panic at all because of his threat, she just asked:
"You knew I would come?"
"Of course. The first time you showed up here, I followed you. But you didn't do anything, which made people very strange. I thought about it for a long time, and with your Personality, I left it here, maybe it was not enough, so I added a little more, and you see, if you run directly, I may really not be able to catch up with you.”
The man smiled and shook his head:
“But like I said, it’s best to deal with stupid young people like you. , and it’s the worst, what a pity.”
The man stood up, straightened his clothes, and seemed not to say any more.
"So, who are you?"
Xie Yuan asked.
"You can call me Qiufeng Louzhu."
The man popped out a dagger in his hand and nodded.
Xie Yuan nodded slightly, and a small sword popped out of his hand:
"Okay, then go die."
(End of this chapter)