I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 55 Baiyun Temple
  "Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The sound of bells and wooden fish, which contained a certain rhythm, came from the temple and spread in all directions in the silent night.

When the moonlight shines on the mountainside, it dyes the continuous temples with silvery gray, and also adds a bit of magic to the two stone sculptures of idols carrying lotus on their backs on both sides of the mountain gate.

In his dark pupils, he seemed to be able to see the thin figure wearing a tattered black robe, standing sideways close to the elephant's legs.

Between the two stone statues is a long and winding bluestone staircase leading directly to the temple gate.

On both sides of the long steps are lush cypress trees.

When the shabby black robe rustled in the wind, Zhang Qianren subconsciously licked his chapped lips.

Among the several sects near the East China Sea, the Baiyun Temple is considered the most powerful. Although the master of the academy, Master Baiyun, is only at the Nascent Soul stage, he is an inner disciple released from the Holy Land Pushan Zen Academy. His skills are exquisite and he has few rivals at the same time.

Even the principal and deputy sect leaders of the Piaomiao Sect must treat Master Baiyun with courtesy for the sake of the Holy Land.

In addition to Master Baiyun, many elders and deacons in this Zen monastery are also from Pushan Zen monastery.

In normal times, Zhang Qianren would never dare to provoke such a sect, even if he had the Ruyi Golden Cudgel to rely on.

After all, what Buddhism is best at is disturbing people's minds.

As soon as the bells and drums rang and the chanting came out, he would die from the inner demons without even getting close.

But when he was brought back to Guanhai City by Fu Qingfeng, he happened to see Master Baiyun and the ten elders of Baiyun Temple all stepping on lotus flowers, traveling around the East China Sea, looking for something everywhere.

"Based on the time, they should still be in Guanhai City at this moment."

"It is said that Buddhism has the most treasures, and I just have a chance to see it today!"

"But these bald donkeys are the best at hiding their clumsiness. Now that the path to immortality is right in front of us, I must not regret it for eternity because of my carelessness!"

When Zhang Qianren narrowed his eyes and thought about this, he quietly flashed out of the stone elephant and came to the cypress tree on the side of the long bluestone steps. He quickly shuttled to the temple using the sacred Buddhist tree planted outside the temple as a cover. in front of the door.

Then he passed through the crack in the door and quietly looked inside.

Row upon row of halls dotted the peaks of the temple, and row after row of wooden houses were seen at the foot of the mountain. In the square outside the wooden houses, a group of young monks in white robes were sitting together, reciting scriptures. .

Countless golden swastikas floated out from a nine-story golden pagoda surrounded by them in the center as they chanted, and slowly fell on them.

After seeing this, Zhang Qianren's eyes suddenly widened and his breathing became rapid.

"No wonder I didn't feel the formations all the way here. It turned out that they actually used stupas to practice in the dead of night?"

As soon as he thought about it, he wanted to push the door open and break in.

But when his palm touched the cold temple door, he suddenly stopped.

"No, we have to look again. It's best to wait until they all fall asleep!"

Thinking of this, he gently raised his feet, took a few steps back silently, and then used the light body method to jump several times on the mountain wall on one side of the bluestone steps. After a while, he arrived at the top of the mountain.

The reason he doesn't have a sword is because some sects' mountain-protecting formations are designed to deal with fluctuations in spiritual power.

Zhang Qianren cannot guarantee whether Baiyun Temple has such a formation.

Now that he came to the mountain, he still didn't have a sword. He just quickly shuttled through the rocks and vegetation and came to the peak where the temples were located.

After taking a condescending glance and seeing that the monks were still chanting sutras, he felt relieved and used his consciousness to explore the pavilions and palaces.

The first palace was empty.

The second palace was empty.

In the third hall, an old monk sitting cross-legged on a futon and playing with his rosary suddenly opened his eyes.

"How dare you Xiaoxiao to break into Baiyun Temple!"

With a sharp shout, he suddenly grabbed the corner of the cassock on his shoulder and tore it off. Then he stood up and jumped up. The cassock flew out of the window like lightning and flew quickly towards the top of the mountain.

Zhang Qianren suddenly heard the fierce shouting, and felt that the old monk was getting older. His heart was in his throat, and his thin and dark face could not help but turn a little pale.

After sensing that the other party actually used the method of flying into the air, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes flashed with coldness.

The imperial object means that the opponent's cultivation level has not reached the golden elixir stage.

For monks below the Golden Core stage, he can kill them with one blow!
  But the other party is most likely a disciple from the Holy Land.

Zhang Qianren thought it was better to be cautious.

Thinking of this, he held the hairpin in his palm, lay sideways on the ground, controlled his breathing, and became breathless.

After the battle with the Demon Suppressor, he was already injured, but now he controlled his breathing again and immediately turned into a seriously injured monk.

More than ten breaths later, the old monk stepped on the bright red cassock and came to the top of the mountain. With a cold expression on his face, he used his spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings and found him immediately.

After sensing Zhang Qianren's tired face, the cold look on the old monk's face quickly dissipated, and he exclaimed in surprise. “Deacon Zhang?”

After Zhang Qianren heard the other party's voice, his heart suddenly moved.

Has this bald donkey seen me?

Just when he was thinking of this, the old monk had already jumped off his cassock, put it on his body again with a tug, walked quickly to him, and asked with a surprised look: "Deacon Zhang, why are you in such a mess?"

Zhang Qianren half-squinted his eyes and asked intermittently with anger: "Master, do you know, do you know me?"

"Amitabha."

The old monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and said: "Ten years ago, the old monk accompanied the master of the academy to your sect to lecture on sutras and Taoism with the master Fu Qingfeng. At that time, he was the old monk who was received by Deacon Zhang."

Zhang Qianren blinked, as if such a thing had happened, but he was receiving a middle-aged monk at that time.

Thinking of this, he asked weakly: "I remember that I received a middle-aged monk... and his realm..."

After he said this, the old monk sighed and said: "After the old monk left the noble sect, he did not go back to the mountain directly. Instead, he traveled around for several years. On the way, he was thwarted by a witch disguised as a man... …Uh…lust, caution.”

"At that time, she pretended to be a handsome ranger who was seriously injured. The old monk couldn't bear to see her die, so he treated her injuries. Unexpectedly, she had a strange fragrance on her body. The old monk didn't pay attention and was confused by the smell. The lust warning has been broken.”

After saying the word 'lust, caution', his old face couldn't help but heat up with shame.

Then he suppressed his shame and said sarcastically: "The golden elixir that the old monk has been practicing for sixty years was also taken away by the female demon. As a result, his cultivation was greatly damaged and he fell to the Qi training stage. Thanks to the dean who gave him the Bodhi Gold. Dan has repaired the foundation for the old monk."

"But after all, the repaired foundation is not as good as before. Over the years, even if the old monk has practiced Buddhism hard, he has not been able to condense the second golden elixir, so that it is still in the late stage of foundation building."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Qianren, who was wearing shabby clothes, looking embarrassed and even more angry than anything else, and asked with concern: "Why did Deacon Zhang become like this?"

Zhang Qianren sighed and said with a weak expression: "It's a long story. The Piaomiao Sect was massacred by the Demon Suppression Division, and the principal and deputy sect masters were also captured by the Earth Immortal. Because of my low level, I managed to escape with my life. Thanks to meeting Zen Master Baiyun on the way. , otherwise, I would have died on the way."

When the old monk heard that the Piaomiao Sect was destroyed by the Demon Suppression Division, he showed no expression at first. It was not until he heard that Zhang Qianren met Zen Master Baiyun that he pretended to be surprised.

"The Piaomiao Sect was actually destroyed by the Demon Suppressing Division?"

Zhang Qianren sneered in his heart after seeing his belated surprise.

"You pretentious old thing, while I'm playing this trick, you bald donkey is still eating a female slave in your mother's arms!"

When the thought flashed across his mind, he raised his sleeves to cover his face with difficulty, and tears welled up when he pressed his eyelids with two fingers.

As if wiping away tears, he slowly took off his sleeves and said with tears streaming down his face: "Zen Master Baiyun felt sorry for me and remembered my friendship with the sect leader and deputy sect masters in the past, so he suggested that I come to your Zen monastery to recuperate."

The old monk's heart was full of indifference, but his face showed a look of empathy, and he let out a long sigh.

"It turned out to be so."

When he said this, he was also thinking secretly.

"This person has low qualifications, poor mental state, and poor skills. Why did the master of the academy let him come to the monastery?"

Zhang Qianren saw the hesitant look on his face and didn't know what he was thinking. He immediately sighed and said weakly: "Since the master refuses to take him in, I won't make it difficult for the master. It's just that when Zen Master Baiyun returns, , Master, I’d like to inform you that although I have come into contact with the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, I really don’t know where this treasure went.”

"The Ruyi Golden Cudgel that tops the list of divine weapons!?"

The old monk's eyes suddenly widened.

Zhang Qianren continued to talk, "When I met Zen Master Baiyun that day, Zen Master Baiyun felt that since I had come into contact with this treasure, I should be aware of it. I tried my best to make Zen Master Baiyun believe what I said. That’s what happened today.”

"But I expected that Zen Master Baiyun still didn't want to believe what I said, so I asked me to come to your temple for treatment."

Having said this, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Seeing Master's hesitant look now makes me feel that this judgment is correct."

"Forget it, I'll leave now."

As he spoke, he struggled to stand up.

The old monk was shocked when he heard this, and seeing him like this again, he quickly stepped forward to support him, showing a ashamed expression, and said: "Deacon Zhang, please don't say that, it will embarrass the old monk!"

"The old monk just feels the same, and is deeply saddened by the calamity of your sect!"

"Come on, come on, please ask Deacon Zhang to follow the old monk back to the temple for healing!"

Zhang Qianren had a cold expression on his face, but he stretched out his hand to block his support with a weak expression, and said intermittently: "Let me go. I, am I such a shameless person?"

But his push was powerless, and the old monk easily carried him on his back.

"Deacon Zhang, don't say anything, lest the injury gets worse!"

"As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Deacon Zhang is so seriously injured, how can the old monk let you go?"

After that, he turned a deaf ear to Zhang Qianren's intermittent rejections and jumped down the mountain with a smile on his face.

　This chapter is three thousand words long, which makes up for yesterday’s chapter on Chaos Qinglian.

　　Then, Mengxin asks for everything!
  　　
  　
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