I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest

Chapter 110

To Gu Yao's surprise, it was Zong Yuan who opened the door.

He was wearing a withered yellow monk robe, with the light of a candle flickering above his head.

"Rare visitor."

"Guys, people are here, don't be afraid."

He opened the door with a bang and made way for the way: "Three, please come in."

As the figures of the three people were exposed in front of the eyes of the people inside, a burst of shouting and cursing also rang out again.

"Zongyuan, you bastard, let me go."

"Zong Yuan, for the sake of raising you, please let me live."

"Bastard Zongyuan, if you miss, you can stay by yourself, don't let so many people wait to die together."

"Lord, save us."

Some people shouted and cursed angrily, some people wailed and begged for mercy.

There are also some monks who closed their eyes and meditated, twirling Buddhist beads and chanting scriptures.

Gu Yao stood at the door, looked at the smiling Zong Yuan, and the appearance inside, took a step back subconsciously, and looked up at the plaque.

It is the Golden Buddha Temple.

What the hell is the monk here?

Saint Thief invaded and took over here?
Seeing Gu Yao's movement of drawing his sword, Zong Yuan smiled kindly, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, even with his back to the candlelight, they were still white.

"Benefactor, Pindao advises you to be cautious. If you want to come in, then come in. If you want to leave, just turn around and leave. Pindao will never stop you."

Gu Yao silently let go of the sword.

The main reason was that when Zong Yuan spoke, his body was shining with gold, and a wave of heat gushed out of his body.

Although he is not very clear about the cultivation of Buddhism, he still knows that the simplest criterion for judging a monk's cultivation is the strength of his physical body.

Taoism emphasizes the dual cultivation of life and soul, and the aura is restrained, while Buddhism is from the outside to the inside, first the physical body suffers, and then the soul is transcended.

Therefore, in Taoism's eclosion and corpse dissection, the soul and body often disappear together, while in Buddhism's death, the body of Buddha or relics will be left behind.

The moment Zong Yuan showed his strength just now, he probably told Gu Yao that if you try it, you will die.

Gu Yao turned around to leave, but Zong Yuan really didn't stop him, and even wanted to close the door.

"Benefactor, please stay."

Another voice came flutteringly.

Gu Yao stopped, turned around and saw an extremely old monk whose eyes were blocked by his eyebrows appeared behind him at some point.

The monk's robe worn by this old monk is not bad, it is full of patches, only the shoes, which don't look worn out.

When Zong Yuan saw the old monk, he saluted in a rare way and said respectfully, "Master Uncle."

The old monk ignored Zongyuan, bowed slightly to Gu Yao and said, "Master wants to see you, please follow me."

"Your master?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said tremblingly, "The first abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple is not empty."

"Patriarch Xuxing, please let me go, let me go."

"Patriarch, I know I was wrong, please let me go and stop the devil Zongyuan."

In a burst of crying, the old monk turned sideways and motioned for Gu Yao to follow him.

"If you are worried, you can let the two female benefactors stay outside the door." He said.

Gu Yao glanced at Zong Yuan, who bowed his head, and walked into the Golden Buddha Temple, while Xi Yan and Wu Shuzhu stayed in the carriage.

The moment he crossed the threshold of the temple, a gust of wind that made his hair stand on end blew across his body.

"What is this?" He followed behind the old monk, with some palpitations.

The wind was full of malice, and it disgusted him like a demon, and the bad feeling was like a tarsal maggot, covering him all the time.

The old monk did not answer, walked through the Buddhist hall, through the side door, stepped through the courtyard, and came to a simple house at the back.

"Golden Buddha Hall."

Gu Yao looked at the old and faded plaque, and barely recognized the words on it.

The old monk pushed open the door: "Almsgiver, please come in."

The interior of the house is simple and plain, with only two dim oil lamps for lighting, placed on an empty altar.

Facing the door is a strange dark golden Buddha statue.

With a slight bend in his back, wearing a monk's cassock and cassock, and a lotus crown on his head, he sat cross-legged on a wooden shelf, with one hand on his lap and the other on his chest. Below, the dim golden light flows on the Buddha statue.

When Gu Yao walked into the house, a warm current enveloped him, and a fresh scent wafted over, and the previous lingering malice was swept away.

After scanning for a week, I didn't see the so-called Bukong Dharma Patriarch, so I looked at the old monk curiously, and was about to ask a question, when I saw the old monk bowed to the Buddha statue and saluted: "Master, your old friend has arrived."

Then he looked at Gu Yao: "This is my master. The person who established the Golden Buddha Temple is not empty. Here is the earliest Golden Buddha Temple."

Gu Yao woke up like a dream, looked carefully at the Buddha statue again, and hurriedly saluted: "Xiaodao Gu Yao, I didn't intend to offend, please forgive me."

This is not a Buddha statue, but the most famous body Buddha in the Golden Buddha Temple.

The old monk said: "Donors don't need to be too polite. Master is open-minded by nature and never cares about etiquette."

Gu Yao took a deep breath, took out Jingyin's statuette, and placed it on the altar respectfully: "This is the relic of Jingyin's host, Xiaodao got it by luck."

The Flesh Buddha suddenly glowed with golden light, as if he had come to life, his bent waist straightened again, and a drop of clear tears left from his left eye and floated in front of Gu Yao.

The old way said: "Benefactor, this is a thank you gift from Master, please accept it."

Seeing that Gu Yao was at a loss, he turned his palm over, took out a small white jade bottle, put tears into it, and handed it to Gu Yao with both hands.

Gu Yao took it with both hands: "Excuse me, master, are these tears?"

"The yang is the purest, if the Buddha strikes, you can live to the dead, flesh and bones." The old monk bowed his waist and looked at the flesh Buddha, "Master had three regrets before he passed away. It’s because we couldn’t find the disciples who passed on our ideals, and first, we couldn’t solve the suffering of Guangling.”

"Now, the third regret is gone, thank you benefactor."

The old monk walked to the altar, picked up the statuette and handed it back to Gu Yao: "I don't know what the benefactor needs me to do? I will do my best."

Gu Yao hesitated for a while: "I do have something to ask for, but I don't know what's going on in the hall?"

"It's just karma. Every few years or decades, there is such a month. It's all karma. The innocent monk has been sent to the Kufo Temple in the west. Don't worry about it."

"That Zongyuan?"

"Zong Yuan came back and just wanted to witness that at this moment in the Golden Buddha Temple, he will never do anything to the donor, and the donor does not need to worry."

Seeing what the old monk said, Gu Yao told him about Broken Beauty's thigh.

The old monk sighed again, knelt down before the flesh Buddha, and kowtowed three times: "Master, it's all the disciple's fault."

Gu Yao helped the old monk up: "Almsgiver, please fetch it. Please feel free to spend this time in the Golden Buddha Hall."

Hearing what the old monk said, Gu Yao immediately turned around and walked to the carriage outside.

The moment he walked out of the Golden Buddha Hall, he seemed to see countless ferocious and pitch-black figures covering the courtyard, his eyes closed but protruding, like walnuts.

It's just that Gu Yao blinked to see clearly, but disappeared again, as if it was just an illusion.

"This Golden Buddha Temple is so weird."

"But since there is such a body Buddha, nothing should happen."

Amid Zong Yuan's smiling face, he reopened the door and brought Wu Shuzhu, Xi Yan and Gu Mu into the temple.

In the main hall, there was still the same wailing and cursing.

Until Wu Shuzhu suddenly grabbed Gu Yao's arm, the whole person directly stuck to it, screaming: "Gu Yao!"

Gu Yao turned around, only to see a monk who was cursing constantly, suddenly embraced his body with both hands, and began to struggle in pain.

And the other monks screamed and moved away from the monk, with a look of joy on their faces.

Gu Yao protected Wu Shuzhu and Xiyan behind him, and when he took out the talisman to save the monk, Zong Yuan appeared beside him and pressed the talisman in his hand.

"The cycle of cause and effect, the retribution is not good, you can't make a move."

"you!"

Just such a delay, the monk is already distorted and out of shape.

The limbs seem to have no bones, twisted and twisted around the body curled up into a ball, the eyes are wide open, full of bloodshot eyes, and a pair of tricks seem to jump out of the eye sockets.

His expression was ferocious, his facial muscles bulged and tensed, as if about to explode, his mouth opened wider and wider, as if an invisible evil spirit was opening his mouth, trying to tear the corners of his mouth open.

"Ah~!"

With the last dull howl, starting from the head, the monk quickly turned into a puddle of white powder, leaving a strange human figure on the ground.

Gu Yao used the technique of Tongyou, watched countless black figures suddenly appear, watched the monk die and then disappeared out of thin air, patted Wu Shuzhu's arm, signaled her to relax, and looked at Zongyuan: "What's going on? "

Zong Yuan's expression was extremely comfortable and joyful: "This is retribution, retribution, hahahaha."

As he said that, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, pointing to a group of monks who were both scared and happy in the hall, and said: "Wait, this must be the end, hahaha!"

Gu Yao didn't speak any more, took Wu Shuzhu and Xi Yan, and walked quickly to the Golden Buddha Hall behind.

The old monk was standing at the door at the moment, looking up at the moon. On the Buddhist beads in his hand, golden patterns shone one after another.

(End of this chapter)