Xuanxia

Chapter 145 Sanskrit Sound
Wolf tooth moon.

Dongxuan Lake and Fanyin Temple.

In the darkness of night, the light in the temple was dim and warm, just enough to illuminate the ancient Buddha statues and the three monks sitting on the cushions.

Their faces illuminated by the green lights appear solemn and mysterious; their eyes are as deep as the sea, containing wisdom tempered by the years.

The hall was quiet, with only the chanting of three monks floating in the air. Their voices were deep and powerful, like the sound of ancient bells, penetrating people's hearts. Every chant was like an invisible force, penetrating every corner, making people feel a tremor in their hearts.

However, beneath this quietness, there is a faint eerie and bloody atmosphere.

The shadow of the Buddha statue was projected on the wall in a strange shape, as if it might move at any time; the Buddha statue's eyes flashed a strange red light in the dim light, as if reflecting all the sins in the world.

The three monks all looked very young, no more than 20 years old, their faces were extremely pale, like the color of death. In their eyes... there was more of a chilling coldness that made people's hearts palpitate.

Gradually, the sound of extremely heavy footsteps disrupted the rhythm of their chanting.

All three monks stopped and waited for the footsteps to approach.

Soon after, the door of the Buddhist temple was pushed open, and two tall and burly monks walked in carrying a monk who was covered in blood and half-dead.

Without saying a word, they threw the monk to the ground, bowed respectfully eleven times to the three monks' backs, then retreated and closed the door.

"Master Abbot..."

The seriously injured monk on the ground slowly raised his head, and it was Fa Zheng.

He was already a bit fat, and now his face was beaten like a pig's head, covered in bruises and blood.

"Master Abbot, Master, Uncle Master..."

Fa Zheng stretched out his hand in pain: "Disciple, disciple knows I was wrong..."

"No, you don't know what's wrong."

The monk in the middle of the three monks said calmly: "If you know you are wrong, you should commit suicide."

Fa Zheng's eyes flashed with fear, and he kept saying, "No... No! I, I can still work for the temple! I can do anything you ask me to do!"

"Yuanxi."

The monk who had just spoken said calmly: "He is your disciple, you have the final say."

Monk Yuanxi, who was on the far left of the three, sighed.

"Fa Zheng..."

He slowly turned his head and glanced at the disciple behind him, with a strange light flashing in his eyes: "You should never, ever, ever be so smart as to anger the Purple Air Fairy Temple."

Fa Zheng was trembling and dared not speak.

"Gu Zhengqing... I'll just kill him, it's nothing."

"Wu Changfeng, if you want to deal with him, just do it. It's nothing."

"But why did you provoke Ziqi Xianfeng Temple? Without you, they wouldn't be able to find out anything, and we wouldn't have to cut off everything we have worked so hard to build over the years like we are doing now."

Yuanxi said, and then sighed: "Fazheng, I really like you, but you have made such a mistake, how can your teacher protect you?"

He looked like a handsome young man, and his voice was also very young, but his tone and demeanor were very old-fashioned.

“Master, Master, Master…”

Fa Zheng rushed forward trembling, tightly grasping the corner of Yuan Xi's clothes, tears streaming from his swollen eyes: "Save me, save me! I will never dare to do it again, never again!"

Yuan Xi sighed, half turned around, and gently stroked Fa Zheng's head with his hand.

"Disciple."

He said quietly, "You made a mistake. If I don't punish you, how can you convince others in the future?"

As he spoke, the five fingers of the hand that was gently stroking Fa Zheng's head tightened and grasped Fa Zheng's skull tightly.

Fa Zheng's eyes widened.

"Don't worry." Yuan Xi's eyes showed a trace of compassion: "Master will avenge you." Just like five red-hot irons penetrating into tofu, the five fingers broke through the flesh on Fa Zheng's head bit by bit. Blood mist and white smoke spurted out of the wound. Fa Zheng wanted to struggle but could not move, and his whole body twitched wildly.

Soon after, the five fingers completely sank into Fa Zheng's head. His eyes finally lost focus and he stopped struggling. Only his body twitched instinctively.

As Yuan Xi pulled back his bloody hand, Fa Zheng fell to the ground with a thud. Pus and blood began to slowly flow out of his seven orifices. The five blood holes on his head were covered with red and white substances.

"Brother Yuanwu, Brother Yuanjing."

Yuan Xi put his bloody palms together and bowed to the other two monks beside him: "It's done."

Monk Yuanwu, who was in the middle of the three people, nodded slightly.

Another monk, Yuan Jing, smiled and said, "Two senior brothers, what should we do next?"

"Three years."

Yuan Wu said calmly, "Master Hui Jue has already instructed that we must not move again within three years."

Yuan Jing's smile turned a little sinister: "What about the Ziqi Xianfeng Temple?"

"Give them Fa Zheng's body."

Yuan Wu was extremely calm: "Besides, we can find a few scapegoats to appease their anger... The rest of the things, Master will solve for us."

Yuan Jing bowed his head slightly and clasped his hands together: "Yes."

On the other side, Yuan Xi narrowed his eyes: "Brother, where are those three little brats?"

Yuan Wu slowly turned his head and looked at his fellow apprentice.

His eyes were as indifferent as water, like a pool of stagnant water that had been still for a hundred years. There was not a trace of emotion in them, which made Yuanxi shrink his neck slightly.

Without his brother asking, Yuan Xi immediately understood: "I understand, brother. I'll take care of this small matter."

"Ah."

Yuanwu stopped talking, closed his eyes, and continued to chant Buddhist scriptures.

Yuanxi stood up, dragged Fazheng's body and walked out of the Buddhist hall.

Outside the temple door, the two tall monks were standing by. When they saw him, they immediately put their hands together and bowed.

"Give this body to Fachen."

Yuan Xi said solemnly: "He knows what to do."

The two tall monks said nothing and bowed their heads in agreement. One of them took Fa Zheng's body and carried it on his shoulders.

"in addition……"

Yuan Xi said calmly: "Let Fa Chen use his brain and find a way to kill the couple who appeared in Wanshi Town, as well as Wu Changfeng... Remember, that woman is from Ziqi Xianfeng Temple, and she must die without a trace."

"Don't reveal your identity and don't arouse suspicion."

"You two share the same responsibility as Fachen for this matter. If anything goes wrong, Fazheng will be the same as you."

The two tall monks looked calm as usual and bowed again in response.

Afterwards, they carried Fa Zheng's body away.

They walked very slowly, their footsteps were as heavy as a mountain, and with every step they took, the bluestone slabs under their feet would tremble slightly, as if these two monks weighed a thousand pounds.

As they walked away, Yuanxi's face became gloomy.

"Three years..."

He said to himself bitterly: "I'm afraid this body won't last for three years..."

Dark clouds floated in the sky, covering the crescent moon.

The sound of waves on the lake outside the temple sounded like the low and dull cries of countless people, never stopping.

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