strictlysupreme Chapter 224: Disciple of Mount Bodhi?
Chapter 224: Disciple of Mount Bodhi?
Gu Wangchen was still a little slow to react and asked blankly, "Who are you saving? Every house in this town has its doors tightly shut. There's no one outside, and everyone inside is quiet. How could something happen to someone?"
"Little Junior Sister, have you found anything? We've been running around for a long time and found nothing."
Gu Wangchen sighed again, sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp. Through the wide-open window, he saw the inn with the lights on.
Suddenly, I realized: "Is the ancestor going to save them?"
Leng Zhuxin nodded and told everything he had found out.
After hearing this, Gu Wangchen praised her: "Junior sister is really amazing.
Since the ancestor has gone to rescue them, I believe those people will not succeed, so we don’t need to worry about it.
"Junior Sister, how did you find the tunnel? Every house here had its doors and windows locked, so we couldn't get in. We could only wander around every street, but when we found nothing, we returned."
Gu Wangchen looked at Leng Zhuxin with a puzzled look on his face.
Leng Zhuxin pursed her lips, took out another piece of talisman paper from the space, and in a few seconds turned the talisman paper into a paper man.
The paper figure moved its limbs a few times in her hands and fell to the ground along her fingers.
In front of Gu Wangchen, she danced with clumsiness yet a certain agility.
The dance was somewhat like modern street dance, which Gu Wangchen and the others had never seen before.
I was enjoying watching it for a while.
When the paper figurine stopped, he said to Leng Zhuxin with a feeling of not wanting to be satisfied: "Junior sister, let it dance for a while longer. It would be even better if we had a few more paper figurines that are so fun to dance with."
Gu Wangchen reached out and poked the little paper figurine, showing a rare childishness.
The same was true for Su Fanzhen and Yin Tingting next to them. They both looked up at Leng Zhuxin expectantly.
Even Wan Yu, who had always been interested only in anatomy, couldn't help but touch the little paper man's hands and feet.
Leng Zhuxin was helpless. He took out a dozen pieces of talisman paper and rummaged through the depths of his storage bag, pulling out a pair of large rusty scissors.
The scissors are a bit blunt, but they can still cut a few sheets of paper.
The big scissors made a clicking sound in Leng Zhuxin's hands, and soon more than a dozen paper people appeared in front of them.
The paper was spread out on the table. Leng Zhuxin did not draw talismans in the air anymore, but took out his green bamboo pen.
He dipped cinnabar in the paper and drew a talisman on each paper figure, then added eyes and a simple mouth.
The paper figures with eyes and mouths painted on them looked like smiling faces. At the same time, they were puffed up on the table and stood up all at once.
He began to dance with his limbs along with the paper man torn by hand at the beginning.
They danced square dance in an orderly manner.
This made Gu Wangchen and the others applaud.
When Sang Lai Yue and his men flew in through the window, they saw those people who had returned dejectedly clapping and laughing around the table like eight-year-old children.
He coughed loudly twice, and several people stood up hurriedly and slapped all the paper figures on the table to the ground.
The paper man struggled twice under their hands, and then became motionless.
Wan Yu and Yin Tingting blushed in embarrassment.
Su Fanzhen also coughed a few times awkwardly.
Only Gu Wangchen's face showed no change. He only became much more serious when he saw the few people brought back by Sang Laiyue.
"A disciple of Mount Bodhi?"
Gu Wangchen looked at the five bald heads behind Sang Laiyue and asked.
"Amitabha, I am Fanjing, a poor monk, and I have come from Mount Bodhi with several fellow disciples.
I would like to thank you for your help this time."
The leading little monk was wearing a white robe embroidered with gold and decorated with five treasures, and holding a string of eight-treasure Buddhist beads in his hand. He had a kind face and eyes full of compassion.
The four little monks behind him were also wearing white robes embroidered with gold and decorated with spiritual beads.
I also chanted "Amitabha" with him.
Sang Laiyue glanced at Gu Wangchen and snorted, "Quickly move the chairs aside and let the Taoist friends from Mount Bodhi sit down."
Gu Wangchen quickly moved aside, swept all the paper figures on the table aside, and held them in his own hands.
Su Fanzhen cooperated with him and quickly brought the teapot and teacups aside and put them away.
By the time a few people moved away, the table had returned to its original state.
Sang Laiyue glanced at Gu Wangchen's hand holding the little paper man, and sat down first.
The monks behind him lowered their eyes and chanted "Amitabha" again, then walked to the table holding their Buddhist beads.
But only Fan Jing sat down.
The monks behind Fanjing were still standing.
The disciples of Mount Bodhi rarely come out and have little interaction with the various sects.
Sang Lai Yue just called out "fellow Daoist", but he really didn't know how to address him.
But after all, he is a Buddhist disciple, so it is not right to call him fellow Taoist.
Leng Zhuxin and others stood by without saying anything, and when Sang Laiyue spoke again, he did not call him fellow Taoist.
"Master Fanjing, what brings you down the mountain?"
Sang Laiyue knew that the disciples of Mount Bodhi would not come down the mountain for no reason.
The entrance fee to Guajingzhou is quite high. If there is nothing going on, they will definitely not give up the entrance fee to live in the city.
It was not easy to ask them directly why they came to Guajingzhou, so he just asked them if they had anything to do after coming down the mountain.
Fan Jing nodded slightly. Her eyes were narrower than those of ordinary phoenix eyes, and the corners of her eyes were upturned. She did not look charming but rather had a Buddhist quality.
"There are some things that need to be dealt with. Master received a Buddhist message a few days ago, which has been sent to Yanhai.
So he asked a few of us brothers to go down the mountain to take a look, and if there are any wronged souls, we can send them off.
We were supposed to go to Shipwreck Town, but since the Flame Cloud Realm had been opened there and disciples from all the major sects were there, nothing should go wrong.
So he went to Guajingzhou first.
My original intention was to go to the Eye of Death, but I hadn't been down the mountain for a long time, and there was already a town in Guajing Island.
I thought it was fate, and seeing that the red lotus trees in the city were filled with resentment, I entered the city.
After entering the city, I just felt that this town was a bit weird. I was thinking of investigating it tomorrow, but I didn't expect that someone would want to take the lives of several of us brothers tonight.
Thanks to our seniors, otherwise we would have been in trouble."
Even though Fan Jing had a calm mind, he still felt a little scared when he thought about what had happened.
Because the inn was really expensive, they and their fellow disciples booked one room.
As usual, he lit a lamp and chanted scriptures, but just after midnight, he was knocked unconscious by a cloud of smoke.
When Sang Laiyue rushed into the house, the boning knife in the innkeeper's hand was only a few inches away from his dantian.
There were also a few orcs who were also in the Jindan stage following beside them.
Sang Laiyue arrived just in time and knew how to remove the drug.
When they woke up, the waiter and the orcs had been subdued by Sang Laiyue.
Although Fanjing is a Buddhist disciple, he does not kill.
However, he believed that his cultivation was not yet advanced enough, and he could not easily forgive those who wanted to kill him like the Buddha who served the eagle with his own body.
He chanted "Amitabha" in his mouth, but his action was quick and decisive, and he killed the waiter with one palm.
As for those orcs, Fan Jing also saw that they were controlled by someone.
I didn't want to take their lives, but after Xiao Er died, they actually roared and wanted to avenge Xiao Er.
There was no other way, so Fan Jing could only send them to the Avici Hell to reunite with Xiao Er.
After Fan Jing finished speaking, he chanted Amitabha Buddha again, sighed softly, and shook his head: "Alas, I did not commit the sin of killing in vain, it was actually them who planted the evil cause.
I hope they can turn over a new leaf in their next life, Amitabha."
Gu Wangchen had not seen many monks, but this was the first time he had seen a monk like Fan Jing.
I couldn't help but ask, "Don't you Buddhist disciples not kill, but only pray for the salvation of the dead?
Great compassion and mercy to save people from suffering and distress."
Fan Jing's ears turned red, and he chuckled awkwardly, "I haven't yet cultivated to the realm of great compassion. I find hatred, anger, and ignorance difficult to resolve. I can perform salvation, but I can only save the wronged souls and those who deserve salvation."