Jiayou fun things

Chapter 427 Moonlight Monk (4)

Pine Cone used magic power to lift up a huge carved Babu bed, several desks, large chairs and other furniture, followed by two young novice monks, and slowly arrived at the Buddhist monastery where distinguished guests were entertained.

Song Guo is a middle-aged monk with a height of only seven feet one or two inches, skinny, slightly dark complexion, not amazing, but a pair of protruding eyes, very bright and very energetic.

What he practiced was not the "Hanyue Heart Sutra" handed down from the Hanyue Temple.

This "Heart Sutra" is also the main culprit that attracted the attention of the Wanhuamen witches, and caused Hanyue Temple to be reduced from a fairly normal Buddhist temple to today's "Fireworks Land".

Who would have thought that the Buddhist power cultivated in the "Han Yue Heart Sutra" could purify the blood, mana and soul of others, help people refine and extract the impurities in them, and make the blood, mana and soul become mellow, harmonious, clear and pure What about the miraculous effect?

Poor Hanyue Temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

Pity so many great monks who have gone astray.

What a pity for this blessed land with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Song Guo sighed silently, together with a group of handyman monks, moved these brand-new, unused furniture into the pavilion one by one, and placed them neatly one by one according to the shouts of several Wanhuamen little girls. In the Zen room with neat and luxurious furnishings.

That resplendent meditation room... Song Guo lamented in his heart, how does this look like the proper residence for Buddhist disciples?

"Okay, get out of there quickly, I'll be angry when I see you guys...don't be rude to your guests here, be careful of your skin." A little girl impatiently waved the handkerchief in her hand, as if to drive away pigs and dogs Generally let the pine cones leave here quickly.

The female disciples of Wanhuamen like those monks who have practiced the Hanyue Heart Sutra, who are tall and mighty or handsome and romantic, who are considerate and submissive to them.

As for Song Guo and the rest of the group... it really makes people angry just looking at them.

They are completely useless to the female disciples of Wanhuamen, and they are all dressed in rags, with a shabby air all over their bodies.Even more vulgar-looking, ouch, I feel impatient just looking at it, it's hard to imagine what it would be like to let these guys touch one of my fingers a little bit.

So get out, don't offend the VIP.

Songguo and other handyman monks clasped their hands expressionlessly, chanted the Buddha's name softly, lowered their heads, and left the pavilion with steady steps. Just as they were about to step on the clouds to leave, Lu Yan suddenly smiled and pointed at them.

"Hey, wait!"

The complexions of several Zhike monks, several little girls, and the senior sisters of the Wanhua Sect who are in charge of this Buddhist monastery changed at the same time.

Wearing a water-green long dress, a somewhat enchanting senior sister from the outer sect twisted her water snake waist, and approached Lu Ni with a smile: "Master, but they offended you? Hey, they are just a bunch of worthless people. There is no good fortune, and there is no hope for a lifetime of burning Huotuo, they..."

Lu Yu looked at the senior sister from the outer sect and interrupted her.

"It's nothing else, it's just that in my yard, I lack a few servants for me to drive around... Just them, leave them all, and let them serve in this yard these days."

The senior sister of the outer sect was stunned, and subconsciously said: "We have a very caring and gentle outer disciple who is at your beck and call, my lord..."

Lu Ni waved his hand, and said carelessly: "Hey, what are you talking about? How can I have the heart to order these gorgeous little girls at will? They just need to stand by my side and let me look good."

A well-known guest monk came up and said with a smile: "Young master is right. However, the little monks and brothers can also help you with some running errands. Why do you need these thick-handed guys? The son's eyes?"

Lu Yu rubbed his chin, looked at the greasy-faced Zhike monks, and said slowly: "My lord, what annoys me most is that there are men who are more handsome than me dangling in front of me! Usually this kind of men would I told someone to drag him out and beat him to death!"

Zhike Monk's greasy smile froze suddenly, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly took several steps back.

Lu Yan smiled and pointed to a group of handyman monks such as Song Guo with an expressionless face, and said slowly: "It's you, go, change into clean clothes. These days, you are squatting in the side buildings on both sides. If there is a place to employ people, I will naturally greet you... Hurry up!"

While giving orders, Lu Ni took out a large handful of Baoguangjue, and threw it into the arms of the senior sister from the outer sect beside him.

Senior Sister Luqun smiled until her eyes narrowed into a line.

Today, Hanyue Temple is an extra-large 'brothel', a real 'Land of Wind and Moon', the attributes of Wanhuamen's skills are like this, and the ethos of the disciples in the door is like this... the rich are the masters!
No one doubted that Lu Qi would do something weird to a group of dark, skinny bitter monks who couldn't shave even a ounce of fat.

Or, as long as the money is in place, even if Lu Qi wants to skin these bitter monks, refine their souls and torture them, or even use magic methods to turn them into various puppets, ghosts and the like...as long as the money is in place, Nothing bad to say.

A group of monks who are not welcome in Hanyue Temple, but because of historical reasons, they are just low-level handyman monks who work as coolies in Hanyue Temple. Does their life and fate matter?

unimportant!
Therefore, a few senior sisters from outside sects and zhike monks left with a lot of precious light, smiling and satisfied.

A large group of clever, cute and cute little girls from the outer sect stayed behind, serving Lu Bi, A Hu and his party attentively.

The nineteen handyman monks were called to take a bath, changed into clean and tidy muslin monk robes, a pair of brand new monk boots, all neatly dressed, and returned to Lu's yard inside.

Song Guo led a group of juniors and stood in front of Lu Bi with expressionless faces. He looked at Lu Bi in front of him, who were dressed in rich clothes and full of breath, with great anxiety.

This is something that has never happened before.

Just as the senior sister from the outer sect said, they are just a group of hard-working monks, a group of fireworkers who specialize in rough, dirty, and tiring work. They are like a group of tenacious insects struggling in the mud of Hanyue Temple. Just a bitter monk seeking to survive.

What value is there in them?

Lack of people to drive and run?You don't want to drive those little girls from Wanhuamen, so you choose them?

There is no reason for this.

Song Guo's heart is very heavy, and he is ready to go all out.

The thoughts that came to his mind were exactly the same as those of the outer sect senior sisters and a few zhike monks before—maybe, the young master in front of him is a tyrannical demon disciple, and he kept his fellow seniors for the purpose of Use magic methods to do some horrific things, right?
This kind of thing doesn't happen much in Hanyue Temple, but it's not uncommon.

Some Wanhuamen have to be careful to cater to and serve monks from a large background who are respectful and respectful. Occasionally, they settle in Hanyue Temple, and because of some reasons, they "miss" and killed three to five hundred monks from Hanyue Temple... It is nothing more than a matter of losing some money .

Those monks who were used by Wanhuamen as a 'pounding pestle' all ended up like this, let alone these handyman monks?

Lu Qi stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, overlooking Song Guo and the others for a while, and then looked up at the thick evil clouds in the sky that seemed to be real, and the Fallen God's Whip that was swallowing all kinds of power of desire in the evil clouds.

With this thing hanging above his head, Lu Bi really didn't dare to do anything recklessly.

After being silent for a while, Lu Yu coughed and asked Song Guo seriously: "You guys seem to be a little different from other monks in Hanyue Temple..."

Song Guo took a step forward, and bowed solemnly to Lu Yu.

Just as he was about to speak, a little girl beside him laughed: "Master, you don't know, they are the cancer of Hanyue Temple, a group of the most stubborn, rude, unsophisticated, and useless monks... oh , They are just a group of lowly pigs and dogs, and our family spent some leftovers to raise them at will."

Lu Bi turned his head and squinted at the little girl: "Hey, whose crotch is not closed tightly, exposing your eloquent little mouth? Did I ask you something? Interrupt wantonly, talk nonsense, Is this the rule of your Wanhuamen?"

A group of little girls from Wanhuamen changed their expressions at the same time.

They looked at Lu Qi in a daze, then closed their mouths at the same time, lowered their heads, and took two steps back with bluish complexions.

They all saw it clearly when Lu Qi threw down a lot of Bao Guangjue before, and they knew that this was a real wealthy disciple with a lot of money.

The little girl who just spoke was so frightened that she broke out in cold sweat.

The little girls of Wanhuamen are all quite frivolous, and they interrupted before just to sell Lu Ni, if they can win Lu Ni's favor, let Lu Ni take a fancy to her, spend a sum of money to buy her and leave Wanhua. Huamen, that is the best.

Unexpectedly, the flattering fell on the horse's leg!
This son is very different from the wealthy children who visited Hanyue Temple before!
Song Guo raised his head slightly, glanced at the little girl whose face was blackened by the scolding, and said in a leisurely manner: "Young Master Mingjian, we are just a group of stupid monks in Hanyue Temple who follow the Buddhist precepts and devote themselves to pure cultivation. .”

"Stupid? That's not necessarily the case!" Lu Qi smiled and shook his head: "Can you recite scriptures?"

Song Guo was stunned, rolled his eyelids, and took a deep look at Lu Yu with his huge and bright eyes: "Yes!"

Lu Ni nodded: "My ancestor, I don't know what generation of ancestor it is. He has been dead for some years. A few days ago, I dreamed of him... Tsk, he was covered in blood, his armor was broken, and he died. The situation is very dire, and I feel uneasy... You guys, can you know the scriptures that transcend elders? If you can, go to the auxiliary building and read it to me a thousand or eight hundred times."

A group of little girls are going crazy.

Song Guo and the other nineteen handyman monks almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What are you kidding?You came to a place of wind and moon like Hanyue Temple, looking for someone to chant sutras to save your ancestors?

Are you being too filial?

Or, your filial piety has gone bad?
(End of this chapter)