Even monkeys know that men and women should not be intimate, but Chen San actually brought it up so openly.
Ao Lie was also very resistant.
Although I always show myself in men’s clothing, I am indeed a woman!
The Holy Monk of the Tang Dynasty and his female disciple lived in the same room. If word spread, the reputations of both of them would be ruined.
"Master..."
Ao Lie hesitated, wanting to say something.
Seeing her reserved look, Chen San couldn't help but laugh. He hugged a quilt and spread it on the ground: "It's not what you think. I sleep on the ground as a teacher and leave the bed to you."
Ao Lie said: "How can that be done? How can I let Master sleep on the ground? It's better for me to sleep on the ground."
Chen San raised his eyebrows slightly: "Since you want to sleep on the ground so much, why don't we do it together?"
"ah......"
Ao Lie didn't know how to answer again.
Chen San smiled and stopped talking. He lay down on the prepared floor, turned around and covered his head with the quilt.
Sun Wukong stood outside the door, leaning against the pillar, condemning Chen San's shameless behavior in his heart.
"Bah! What an accomplished monk? He's not even a flower monk. I know that people in Buddhism are not close to women, but he just slept in a room..."
"How could I, my old grandson, have a great reputation all his life and become a disciple of such a sanctimonious master..."
As the night grew darker and the candles in the room went out, Sun Wukong came to the roof, lay on the roof and counted the stars out of boredom.
Suddenly I heard a child crying.
I sat up and listened carefully. The sound came from the north.
Sun Wukong rolled his eyes, and his soul came out of his body and followed the sound to the bamboo forest behind the monastery.
The bamboo forest is dense, the wind blows in the forest, the bamboo shadows sway, and the cries get louder as you get closer.
Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel, hit it hard on the ground, and shouted: "Where is the ghost!".
A sad voice came: "We died so miserably..."
Sun Wukong dispersed the evil wind and said loudly: "If you have any grievances, tell me quickly. I am the Monkey King, the Monkey King, and I will definitely seek justice for you!"
The voice was crying and telling the secrets of Guanyin Temple intermittently.
Twenty miles southeast of Guanyin Monastery, there is Black Wind Mountain. There is a cave on the mountain called Black Wind Cave, and a black bear spirit lives in it.
This black bear spirit was born in the wilderness, but he was good at writing. He liked to talk loudly and often discussed Taoism with the elders in Jinchi, so the two became friends.
The reason why Elder Jinchi was able to live to the age of 270 in a mortal body was all because of the elixir given by the black bear spirit.
In exchange for the elixir, Jinchi would send ten boys to Black Wind Mountain every month as a courtesy.
After hearing this, Sun Wukong was surprised and said: "So, you are the boy who gave it to the black bear spirit. It was the black bear spirit who killed you and dumped your bodies here?"
The voice cried even more fiercely: "The Great Sage doesn't know that Elder Jinchi is so famous that people from hundreds of miles around are scrambling to send their children to Guanyin Yuan to listen to Jinchi's teachings in order to imbue their merits. Some of us were sent to
After going to Black Wind Mountain, some were left in the hospital and became lucky children."
The term "Xingtong" does not mean anything in itself. When some eminent monks reach their old age and find it difficult to take care of themselves, the temple will arrange several young monks to serve them, called "Xingtong".
Sun Wukong asked again: "If he is really an eminent monk, being his lucky boy can be regarded as a blessing in the previous life. Although Jinchi is not a kind person, at least you will have enough food and clothing to follow him, how can you expose your corpses in the wilderness one by one?"
Sun Wukong made a rough estimate. There are at least hundreds of innocent souls in the forest. Is it possible that today's lucky children are also a high-risk profession?
"We were persecuted to death by Elder Jinchi...wuwuwu..."
"Why did Jinchi kill you lucky boys?"
The wronged soul replied: "Elder Jinchi did not know which warlock he believed in. He practiced the inhumane evil method of immortality and absorbed the essence of boys. Anyone who became his lucky boy must not only serve him during the day, but also satisfy him at night. That special hobby has been tortured so much that no lucky child can survive more than three months."
hiss--
Sun Wukong took a breath of cold air.
Daqing is the luck of the lucky boy, which means luck.
An old monk who is more than 200 years old actually attacks a group of boys who have no hair at all. It is really perverted.
Sun Wukong couldn't help but be filled with rage, wishing he could beat Jinchi to death with one blow right now.
"Humph, is this the abbot of Guanyin Temple? Guanyin Bodhisattva really has a good disciple!"
Thinking back to what Chen San said in the daytime that the little lucky boy's days were short, I secretly admired Chen San's bright eyes.
But he can't help but despise it.
Now that you have seen the clues, why didn't you say it?
Is it possible that for the sake of Buddhist dignity, he is deliberately favoring Jinchi?
After paying homage to the wronged soul in the forest, Sun Wukong returned to his original state and went to find Jin Chi to discuss the matter.
Little did he know that during the time when his soul was out of body, a major event happened in Guanyin Yuan.
Jin Chi took the golden orchid cassock to his room, closed the door tightly, and started to enjoy it.
The more I looked at this cassock, the more I liked it, and I couldn't help but have the idea of making it my own.
"What if Tang Monk goes back on his word and doesn't give the cassock to him?"
Unable to withstand the temptation of the precious cassock, Elder Jinchi suddenly had evil thoughts and quietly ordered the steward of the courtyard to bring in firewood to burn Master Chen San and his disciples to death in their sleep.
Fortunately, Chen San had predicted the plot in advance. Although the plot line of this world was a bit collapsed, he still kept an eye out and quietly woke up Ao Lie when he saw a few sneaky figures outside the door.
Ao Lie took Chen San and hid on the roof of the main hall, watching Jin Chi burn down the Guanyin Yuan he had worked so hard to build.
The fire suddenly shot up into the sky and soon engulfed half of the temple.
Twenty miles away on Black Wind Mountain, I also saw a fiery red sky above Guanyin Temple.
The black bear spirit secretly screamed: "How could this golden pool be so careless that the courtyard caught fire? I have to save the old bear."
Jin Chi cannot die.
If he dies, no one will give him virgins in the future.
The black bear spirit originally came to rescue Jinchi, but when he arrived outside the window of Jinchi, he saw the golden orchid cassock in his hand.
It happened that Jin Chi was chanting again: "What a treasure, after the Tang Dynasty monk dies tonight, you will be mine. Wearing you will protect me from disasters and prevent me from falling into reincarnation. It's really wonderful!"
It is the lifelong dream of every monster to be protected from disasters and reincarnation.
The cassock shimmering with colorful light seemed to have a magical power that blinded the mind of the black bear spirit.
The black bear spirit kicked open the door and without saying a word, punched Jinchi to death before he could react.
Then he took his cassock and left in a burst of black wind.
When Sun Wukong returned to his throne, he saw half of the Zen temple in ruins and hurriedly called Chen San.
Only when he saw Chen San and Ao Lie coming in from outside safe and sound did he let out a sigh of relief.
The monks who set the fire in the courtyard did not bother to question why the two were outside. The fire was getting stronger and stronger due to the wind, and it was beyond the control of the monks. At this time, the arsonist was busy putting out the fire.
Seeing that the fire was about to spread to the main hall, the thin-faced butler in the day scolded the monks: "Go and see the abbot!"
Master Chen San and his disciples came to the Zen room in Jinchi together with the monks.
All that was seen was a pool of blood on the ground that had not yet dried up. Jin Chi was lying on the ground, already dead. This chapter has been completed!