The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 30
For Buddhism, Dao Ran's feelings are actually very complicated.

On the one hand, he doesn't like the clear rules and precepts of Buddhism, on the other hand, he was brought up by Fahai. It can be said that without this great virtuous monk, he would have fed wild dogs a long time ago.

It is a good thing that Buddhism teaches people to be kind, but Buddhist teachings are often distorted into harmful things.

Like the Dao Ling monk in front of him, he didn't seem to be merciful at all. For the benefit of Lingyin Temple, he directly came to kill and silence him.

In the world, there are too many harmful things like Lanruo Temple and Lingyin Temple.

Out of gratitude to Fa Hai, Dao Ran had to take care of this kind of thing.

Monk Daoling was spared because Daoran still wanted to ask about Zen Master Daoji.

Fahai is a living Arhat, although he is a stubborn old man who likes to punish his disciples physically, but with his eyesight, could he not see the good and evil of Lingyin Temple?Is this Fa Hai deliberately setting up a test for Dao Ran, or is there something blinding Fa Hai's eyes?
"Master Dao Ling, please listen to my next question carefully, otherwise, don't blame me for bullying the old and the weak." Dao Ran said calmly.

old and weak? !
Monk Daoling has never heard anyone use this word to describe him after he achieved great martial arts.

But in the face of this little monk who crippled himself with a single punch, Dao Ling could only grit his teeth and bear it.

"Master Daoran, I was the one who felled this time. But you know, you are in trouble yourself. Someone in Lingyin Temple knew that I was looking for you. If I die here, do you think you can escape? No matter how good your martial arts are, Can you fight against the entire imperial court?" Monk Daoling threatened.

"Hehe, when you came to kill me, why didn't you think about whether you could fight against the court?" Daoran asked.

"I didn't intend to kill you! Believe it or not, I just want you to lie down for a few days until the Fa Discussion Conference is over." Monk Daoling explained excitedly.

Daoran listened, touched his chin and said, "It's strange, Lingyin Temple is well-known, and there are eminent monks like Zen Master Daoji as the abbot. Is it so important for you to have a conference on the law? Do you not hesitate to destroy your reputation? Just to let Monk Shenxiu win?"

When Monk Daoling heard this, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, for fear that Daoran's next sentence would reveal the biggest secret of Lingyin Temple.

However, Daoran suddenly closed his mouth and did not continue to speak.

Monk Daoling really wanted to tear the little monk's mouth open, asking him what he had guessed.

Daoran laughed, he actually didn't guess anything, the ghost knows what secrets Lingyin Temple has, and he didn't add any intelligence.

But seeing the flustered expression of the old monk, Dao Ran confirmed that something happened to Lingyin Temple, which made them push Monk Shenxiu out so anxiously.

"What happened to Lingyin Temple? Is it related to your abbot, Zen Master Daoji?" Daoran asked.

Monk Daoling has a bit of backbone, but he still clenches his teeth and doesn't say a word.

What he thinks in his heart is: as long as he still has breath and keeps the secret of Lingyin Temple, he can still be prosperous and rich; but if this secret is known, then even if he is alive, he will be worse off than dead.

That being the case, let's take a gamble, betting that this little monk dare not really kill himself.

Looking at this stubborn old monk, Dao Ran thought about whether he should get some chili water tiger stool to greet him?
However, Dao Ran quickly gave up on this idea.

The main reason was that it was too troublesome, and he didn't like to torture himself to extract a confession.

After thinking for a while, Daoran knocked on the copper bowl with a snap of his fingers, and Ma San appeared from inside, showing a flattering smile, and asked, "What's the master's order?"

The terrifying appearance of those three eyes frightened Monk Daoling so much that he lost half of his soul. What the hell is this?

Dao Ran was very satisfied. Ma San's third eye was already scary, but now it turned into a ghost. When he laughed, his wrinkles twisted together. Small people can be scared to death when they see it.

"You, you, you... You monster, are you still human?!" Monk Daoling regretted so much that he wanted to reincarnate again. This is a young monk who has not experienced much in the world. He is clearly an evil monk who turned people into ghosts. .

"Ah, yes, yes, I am not a human being, but an evil cultivator who specializes in killing ghosts and refining ghosts. If you don't cooperate obediently, I think you have good muscles and bones, and you can be made into a zombie. If you tell me the secret of Lingyin Temple, I will I can save your life." Dao Ran threatened.

[False words and intimidation violate the precept of lying. 】

[Your monk talent is activated, your skill +1. 】

Seeing this reminder, Dao Ran's face became even more indifferent.

Monk Daoling looked at Daoran's inhuman eyes, sweating and trembling all over.

Thinking of turning into a zombie, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Daoran: ...

"Did the villain do something wrong?" Ma San asked in panic.

"It's nothing to do with you. You've done a good job. It's just a guilty conscience." Daoran said comfortingly.

Hearing Daoran's praise, Ma San smiled brighter.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Daoran always feels that Ma San has become younger again, just now when he smiled, his face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, but now the wrinkles are much less, and his illusory figure has become much more solid.

This three-eyed old ghost who is beyond the three realms and not in the five elements cannot be deduced by common sense. Maybe he can become a ghost without any means of cultivation.

Temporarily ignoring Ma San, Daoran never thought that the old monk would be so timid that he would faint from fright.Then there is no need to waste time, Daoran directly threw Monk Daoling out of the room, lay down on the bed by himself, and soon fell into a sweet dreamland.

Don't do anything wrong in your life, and don't sleep for three seconds is considered insomnia.

……

Soon after, the seriously injured monk Daoling was carried back to Lingyin Temple.

Monk Daoling did not lie. He came to trouble Daoran. The other monks in Lingyin Temple knew about it, so they sent monks to look for him because he had not returned.

Who would have thought that he would find the limp Dao Ling monk outside Dao Ran's room, so he quickly picked him up and ran away.

At this time, it was just dawn.

For the first time, Lingyin Temple did not ring the morning bell for the morning class. Several eminent monks of the Daoist generation gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"Senior brother Dao Ling was injured by that little beast, this matter can't just be left alone."

"Brother Daoling is so strong in martial arts that he would be seriously injured. Can this little monk have such abilities? I'm afraid there are other masters secretly protecting him."

"It must be a master sent by Jinshan Temple. Maybe that monk Fahai has been lurking beside the little monk, just to attack senior brother Daoling."

"Brother Daoling's martial arts is already top-notch, and none of us can compare with him. The little monk has such masters by his side, how can we avenge him?"

……

The monks were discussing in one go, if Daoran heard what they said, he would laugh until his stomach ached.Fa Hai still needs to sneak up and attack, and the whole Lingyin Temple can be patted into small pancakes with one palm.

Do you understand the gold content of living arhats?

The group of eminent monks in Lingyin Temple discussed the seriously injured monk Daoling for a long time, and finally came up with a very reliable means of revenge - report to the official!
Obviously it was a monk from Lingyin Temple who ran to assassinate Daoran, but was seriously injured by Daoran's counterattack in self-defense.

As a result, the monks of Lingyin Temple thought for a long time and decided to report to the official.

Such an absurd thing really happened.

They also have a lot of confidence in reporting to officials. The abbot of Lingyin Temple is the savior of the prefect of Hangzhou today.

Monk Daoling did go to plot against Daoran, but no one else saw it, and the wound on Monk Daoling's body was visible and palpable.

When they got to the court, they said that it was the little monk Daoran who shot the murderer and injured the head of the Arhat Hall in Lingyin Temple.There is no witness, but the evidence is that monk Daoling was carried to the court.

Regardless of whether he can be convicted or not, with the help of the prefect of Hangzhou, Dao Ran will be imprisoned for ten days and a half months, and naturally he will not be able to participate in the Law Conference.

Everyone felt that this plan was perfect, and quickly called the young monks to lift up the half-dead monk Daoling and send it to the Hangzhou government office.

"Remember, walk slowly, and cry louder for me on the way!"

"Be sure to yell that the murderer is the monk Daoran of Jinshan Temple."

"The momentum must be loud, and the common people must know that it is outsiders who came to Hangzhou to commit murder!"

……

The old monks gave orders in a hurry, and it seemed that this was not the first time they had done this, and all the details were properly arranged.

The young monks set off on the road, carrying the seriously injured monk Daoling on their backs in the form of eight sedan chairs, and walked all the way with gongs and drums.

Poor monk Daoling, most of his bones were broken, and he was tossed like this. When he was sent to the Hangzhou government office, he had already vented more and breathed less.

If it weren't for his high martial arts skills, even the corpse would have been cold by now.

A tall monk lifted off his monk's robe, revealing his muscular upper body, picked up a drumstick and beat heavily on the Dengwen drum in front of the government office.

"Monk Daoran of Jinshan Temple committed murder, please preside over the justice!"

The loud noise of thump thump thump spread throughout the streets and alleys, and countless idle people flocked from all directions to watch the excitement.

It is only because of the prosperity of Hangzhou that there are so many people who are idle and have nothing to do. In other places, even if the Dengwen drum is broken, there are not many people around to watch.

The Dengwen drum was beating, no matter whether there was any grievance or not, the prefect of Hangzhou must go up to the court for interrogation as soon as possible.

But there is also a saying on this Dengwen drum, as long as you ring it, no matter whether it is justified or not, you will hit fifty big boards first when you see the official.This is to prevent some unscrupulous people from coming to beat the drums whenever they have nothing to do, and causing trouble to the magistrate.

However, this rule is useless to Lingyin Temple.

It is said that the monks from Lingyin Temple came to beat the Dengwen drum, and the prefect of Hangzhou even went out to greet them in person, and politely led the monks into the yamen.

Hearing the cries of those monks, the prefect of Hangzhou slapped the gavel and roared: "Why don't you hurry up and arrest that prisoner who caressing about human life?!"

The police quickly took water and fire sticks and rushed towards the Sanzang Tower, intending to arrest Dao Ran and bring him to justice.

It's just that when these arresters broke through the door and walked into Dao Ran's room, they found that there was no one in there.

"My dear mother, the prisoner got the news in advance and escaped." Lao Xing, the head catcher, said regretfully.

"Captain Xing, what shall we do?" the young policeman Xiao Liu asked.

"What else can we do, those bald donkeys will miss things. If they are wronged, they will be wronged. They yelled so loudly along the way, lest others would not know, and it would be strange if the prisoner didn't run away. When we go back, we will say that the prisoner has absconded in fear of crime, and let the magistrate get angry The arrest document is."

Catcher Xing turned around and was about to lead the team to leave when he saw a handsome young monk standing by the door.

Xing Tutou can be considered a well-informed person, but he has never seen such a good-looking boy.

"Mother, it's a pity for this child to become a monk." Xing Butou thought to himself.

The same goes for the other arresters, just now they were aggressively trying to catch mortals, but now that Dao Ran is right in front of them, they feel like they won't let go.

This little monk doesn't look like the kind of big villain who beats people to the bone, does he?

"Amitabha, several benefactors broke into the door. Could it be that they want to arrest the little monk? I don't know what happened to the little monk?" Daoran asked.

Xing Butou came back to his senses and explained: "I was ordered by the magistrate to arrest the criminal who committed murder and wounded others. Are you the monk Daoran from Jinshan Temple in Yongzhou?"

Daoran smiled and said: "Young monk is exactly Daoran, but where do you start with murdering and hurting people?"

"You don't have to tell us about this, we're just following orders. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it in court. Xiao Liu, give it to Master Daoran..." Catcher Xing hesitated for a moment, then said: "Put the handcuffs on. "

Cuffs are shackles worn on the wrists. Although a bit heavy, they are much more comfortable than shackles.

The so-called shackles are two thick wooden boards with holes, which can fix both hands and neck.Not to mention the stronger restrictive effect, the wooden boards used to make the shackles are extremely heavy, weighing more than ten to twenty kilograms at every turn.

This kind of weight is all on the neck, and the weaker people will not be able to stand still if they put on the shackles, and if they walk a certain distance, they may even lose their lives.

This kind of torture tool is specially used to deal with the most vicious criminals. The heaviest shackles can reach hundreds of catties, which can crush people alive.

Xing Butou knew the relationship between Lingyin Temple and the magistrate, and originally came here with shackles, but after seeing Daoran, Xing Butou changed his mind.

Catcher Xing thought: "Anyway, this little monk is dead in court, so why should I make things difficult for him now?"

Daoran didn't resist, stretched out his hands, let the other party put him in shackles, and then followed the arresters to the Hangzhou government office.

Before entering the yamen, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Holy Monk Daoran! It's Holy Monk Daoran!"

"How could the holy monk be the murderer?! This is impossible, he even saved my life."

"That's right. Look at Daoran's appearance, can he be a prisoner?"

"But, that's what the monks at Lingyin Temple said."

"The Buddha of Lingyin Temple has been in Hangzhou for so many years, and everyone can still trust it. I think there must be something wrong with this young monk from outside."

……

Listening to these discussions, Daoran didn't expect that he was already well-known in Hangzhou City, and he really did not intend to make a will.

No wonder the people in Lingyin Temple dealt with him again and again, because they were really afraid that he would steal all the limelight from Monk Shenxiu.

However, the so-called things are nothing more than three things, and they should be taught a profound lesson today.

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ps: This chapter is not easy to separate, it is two in one.

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