Chapter 27 Yuan Fang Chair

Guangyi County, Xiaonanshan.

The mountains are green and the forests are deep. In the evening, three riders rushed in to break the tranquility of the mountain, and from time to time startled the birds and beasts beside the mountain road.

In the shade of the roadside, there is a small pavilion that shelters a stele inside the pavilion. The words "Nanshan Temple" that have been eroded by the years are engraved on the stele.

Song Yanqing, Xu Yitian, and Chen Guishuo reined in their horses and stopped, looked at the inscription to confirm that they had come to the wrong place, looked up at the stone steps winding up the mountain in front of them, and saw a corner of the cornice amidst the dense forest on the mountain, which should be the temple.

Song Yanqing tilted his head to signal, Xu Yitian tapped the horse's belly with his heel, and the horse rushed up the stone steps. Song Yanqing followed, and Chen Guishuo followed.

There is an antique monastery on the top of the mountain, with a quiet environment. The little monk who swept the floor in front of the door looked at the three people who had jumped off their horses, and stepped forward to salute: "Three benefactors, it's getting late, I don't know..."

Song Yanqing glanced coldly, seeing no one in sight, pushed him away, and strode into the gate of the courtyard. Xu Yitian and Chen Guishuo also led their horses directly into the temple from the main entrance. The monk quickly threw the broom and ran back to report.

Soon, more than a dozen young and strong monks rushed out, carrying sticks in a row, and stopped the three of them in the courtyard. The monks' robes were washed white and a little shabby.

Song Yanqing grabbed a handful of money from the purse on his waist and threw it out. The scattered coins landed at the feet of the monks.

Huang Cancan, all gold coins, this is not a little money, a group of monks looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Incense money! The wing room is ready for us, and the horse will be fed with high-quality fodder." Song Yanqing said lightly.

"The benefactors turned out to be pilgrims!" The monk in charge under the eaves of the main hall groaned, walked over quickly, waved to a group of stick monks to put down their weapons, and greeted Song Yanqing personally, "There are many soldiers and horses in the mountains these days. The benefactor led the horse and forced his way in, thinking he was a villain, misunderstood, misunderstood, please come inside, please come inside." He stretched out his hand to invite him to the living room.

The three horses were taken care of by others, and the stick monks began to pick up the gold coins on the ground.

"Are you the host of this hospital?" Song Yanqing, who was walking under the corridor of the eaves with his hands behind his back, asked.

"No, no, the poor monk Ruhui is the head of the East Court." Ruhui politely reported his identity, and it seemed that he treated Song Yanqing as a benefactor to curry favor with him.

Song Yanqing squinted at him, "Let your hosts come and see me."

Ru Hui shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, the host is out to visit friends, and he won't be back until tomorrow!"

It was night, and Song Yanqing and the three stayed in the guest room.

Not long after the smoke from cooking in the kitchen of the temple was extinguished, two young monks brought a fast meal.

After the vegetarian meal was set, the two young monks stepped back, Xu Yitian went to the table to have a look, and it was simple enough to cook rice with a pot of vegetables.

Xu Yitian took out a small porcelain bottle, shook some white powder into the rice, stirred it with a spoon, his complexion changed quickly, and saw that the color of the rice turned black, and he turned his head and called softly, "Senior brother!"

Song Yanqing and Chen Guishuo took a closer look, and their faces changed accordingly. The fast food is poisonous, fortunately, they checked it, otherwise they don't know what will happen. Who would have thought that such a normal-looking monastery would be able to do such a thing Come.

"A bunch of thieves!" Chen Guishuo gritted his teeth, and turned around to settle accounts with a group of monks.

Song Yanqing grabbed his arm, and beckoned the two of them to come closer, and they muttered for a while when they met.

Turning around, Xu Yitian took the pot of vegetarian food and found a corner to dispose of it. After making some decorations on the table, the three of them nodded to each other, and fell to the ground one after another, motionless.

After half an hour, a window in the corner opened a gap, and one eye glanced into the room and disappeared.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and two stick monks came in after pushing the door, followed by an old monk in cassock. He was not tall, thin, slightly stooped, with dark complexion, a white beard, and piercing eyes. There is a god, and it is Nanshan Temple who presides over Yuanfang.

Several stick monks poured in from outside, Ruhui, the head of the east courtyard, followed the old monk on the left, and Ruming, the head of the west courtyard, on the right.

A disciple held an empty pot and turned it on, saying, "I ate it all up."

Looking at the people lying under their feet, the chief seat in the West Court clasped his hands together and sighed, "Sins, sins, abbot, we committed murder again!"

Fangyuan, the host, sighed, "The world is so chaotic, the people don't have a living, and the people don't care about themselves, so who will donate the sesame oil money? Nanshan Temple is far away from the city wall and is located in the deep mountains. If you don't want to find a way, how can you get the sesame oil money? I can’t get enough to eat. If the people leave, they will break up. What are you talking about revitalizing Nanshan Temple? Give me a few more years, and if I save enough money, I will build a big temple in the city to fulfill my last wish of presiding. With incense money coming in, we don't have to do this anymore."

"Ah!" Several sighs sounded from the monks.

Ru Hui waved his hand as a signal, and several stick monks stepped forward to search the three people on the ground.

Unexpectedly, something happened suddenly, a stick monk screamed "Ah", and Xu Yitian kicked him flying out, knocking down several people in a row.

Song Yanqing also got up abruptly, grabbed a stick monk by the neck, and said with a sneer, "What a bunch of thief monks who seek wealth and murder!" He directly twisted it off, grabbed the empty sword with his hand back, unsheathed the sword behind him, sucked it in, and put it in his hand.

The three sword lights suddenly appeared, and a group of stick monks waved wooden sticks to resist, who could stop them, they were killed in an instant, blood and flesh flew all over the place, screaming again and again, the rest were scared and left in a panic, only the host Yuan Fang waved his sticks Ding Ding Dang Dang resisted, covering the evacuation of the monks, there was a faint evil spirit emerging from his body.

"It turned out to be a goblin!" Song Yanqing sneered, and slashed down with his sword, and Yuanfang's Zen staff blocked it, causing Song Yanqing's arm to go numb from the shock.

Yuan Fang was obviously no match for Song Yanqing and the others. He could beat almost any one, and he had no strength to fight back. Apart from his amazing brute strength, his cultivation was indeed not very good.

But what surprised the three of them was that Yuan Fang had already been stabbed several times, and his clothes were torn to pieces, but it was hard for the sword to hurt his body. It seemed that he was wearing some kind of protective armor, otherwise he would have taken Yuan Fang's body a long time ago. Xiao Ming, from the torn seams of the clothes, there are furry things blooming, and the blade of the sword can actually make a sound of metal friction.

However, the three of them soon discovered Yuanfang's flaw, the blade was useless for chopping, only stabbing could pierce Yuanfang's flesh. Rao Yuanfang was rough-skinned and thick-skinned repeatedly dodging the vital points, even after a few strikes, he couldn't take it anymore, blood dripped all the way while dodging.

Several people killed in the yard, Song Yanqing slightly raised his hand to signal, Xu Yitian and Chen Guishuo gave up, stopped attacking, and the three of them formed horns and surrounded Yuan Fang who was in a panic and frightened.

All the monks in the monastery seemed to show up. Except for the dozen or so people who died in the hands of Song Yanqing and the others just now, there were about 20 other monks on the scene. He didn't dare to get close, and he didn't want to leave Yuan Fang behind and run away.

Yuan Fang, who was dripping with blood, panted heavily, and slowly turned his Zen stick in his hand to be vigilant to the three of them.

"Do you want to die or live?" Song Yanqing asked lightly.

Yuan Fang gritted his teeth and said, "I said you can let me go if you want to live?"

Song Yanqing said: "Of course there is no such good thing. If you want to live, you can serve me. As long as you are obedient, I will help you realize your wish to go to the city to build a temple, and let the court give you an official identity. If your life is in danger, those cultivators who slay demons and demons will not let you go easily!" Flipping his hand, he revealed a token.

The word 'punishment' on the token made Yuanfang's pupils shrink...

After a while, the monks who died of rabbits and foxes began to clean up the corpses of their own people, and Song Yanqing and others went to another set of clean guest rooms.

In the guest room, in front of Song Yanqing and the others, Yuan Fang, who had bandaged the wound, asked the disciple to step back, but the golden hair in his body made Song Yanqing and the others understand that feelings are a weak fairy, and they can't fully transform people.

Seeing Yuanfang put on his clothes again, Song Yanqing said strangely: "As far as I know, this Nanshan Temple seems to be old. How could a group of monks let you, a goblin, be the host?" A real person, but the host is a goblin, how can it not be strange.

Yuan Fang, who avoided opening the wound and dressed slowly, said with a wry smile, "Actually, I am not the host of Yuan Fang..."

After he told the truth, Song Yanqing and others understood that the real abbot of Yuanfang passed away two years ago, and he was a bear picked up from the mountain by the monks of Nanshan Temple two hundred years ago. Because of often listening to Buddhism, he gradually became spiritually enlightened, and realized a set of methods to absorb the aura of heaven and earth. He gradually gained cultivation, and then practiced in the mountains. When he had a certain level of cultivation and started to transform, the reference object of the transformation was the host Yuanfang, so he changed into Yuanfang's appearance, but his cultivation was not enough, the transformation was not complete, and there was still room for improvement.

Just as he said, the world is too chaotic, Nanshan Temple is very difficult to maintain, when the abbot Yuan Fang was still alive, it was he who kept getting money and supplies from outside, which made Nanshan Temple barely support it. When presiding over Yuan Fang passed away, he didn't want Nanshan Temple to collapse, so he entrusted Nanshan Temple to him. However, in order to fulfill presiding officer Yuan Fang's last wish, this guy began to lead a group of monks to do shameful deeds. The money was murdered, and he took the monks of Nanshan Temple to the roadside to ambush and rob the road. However, some monks used to be able to support themselves silently with the property he brought in, but it was a bit unbearable to do this by themselves. What happened to Buddhist disciples who robbed them? After leaving, less than half of the hundreds of people were left, but the murder of money fell into Song Yanqing's hands this time.

"In fact, I have done a lot of good things. I quietly led the disciples of Nanshan Temple to wipe out the bandits who fell into the grass in the nearby mountains and forests. We will clean up as many as they come. Those bandits are too hateful. We rob people when we see them, and we rob women when we see them. We are different. We only rob the rich and never do anything to the poor. When the harvest is good, we occasionally go to the nearby villages to donate some food. If you don’t believe me, you can inquire about it. Since I became the host, the nearby villages don’t have to worry about bandits anymore. They don’t have to close their doors at night. Although they don’t know that Nanshan Temple helped them solve their troubles, they only say that Nanshan Temple is good, no If you can say a bad word, the reputation of Nanshan Temple is definitely not a problem in the surrounding area!" Yuan Fang emphasized this point, intending to prove that he is actually a good person.

Song Yanqing and the others were dumbfounded after hearing this, and they were astonished at this host. How could this be a temple host? This is clearly the leading brother!