Xuanxia

Chapter 174: Dharma Purification
Fu Qingzhou was taken to Fanyin Temple.

The first time he entered the temple that he had always wanted to destroy, he did not see any bloody or horrible scenes, but rather a peaceful atmosphere.

In the evening, there was a faint sound of chanting Buddha's name in the distance. The cool breeze of early summer dried the sweat on his body, making him feel quite comfortable.

After walking up the long and quiet stairs, an old monk's quarters suddenly appeared before our eyes.

"Brother Fajing?"

The triangular-eyed monk who had just opened the door took the lead and knocked on the door of a monk's room. He called out cautiously, "Can I trouble you with something?"

The door opened quickly and a fat monk walked out: "What are you doing!"

As he spoke, the monk named Fajing noticed Fu Qingzhou, who was being escorted along with several swords on his shoulders, and frowned, "What's going on? Someone is so blind as to break into the temple?"

"I'm not here to break into the temple!"

Fu Qingzhou cried out loudly: "I came here to become a monk!"

Fa Jing narrowed his eyes and glanced at him: "Too noisy."

The monk who opened the door was immediately startled, turned around and shouted, "Tell him to shut up!"

With a bang, one of the monks escorting Fu Qingzhou punched him hard in the abdomen.

This punch...

Fu Qingzhou felt like the other person was gently rubbing his stomach... Well, the barbecue he had eaten in the evening was better digested.

But he still pretended to stare and inhale, and his waist was bent due to the "pain".

Fa Jing nodded with satisfaction and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly is going on?"

"That's it..."

The monk with the triangular eyes lowered his head and told the story of Fu Qingzhou one by one. Fa Jing pondered for a moment, then turned his eyes and looked at Fu Qingzhou: "Brother Fa Hai will not accept anyone casually. You said you have a good talent, how good is it?"

Fu Qingzhou stiffened his neck and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. I don't know how to practice."

"So you must have swallowed the Copper Bone Pill and practiced the Golden Body Copper Bone Skill, right?"

Fa Jing said: "Come, use your energy to show me."

He obviously had a high status in the temple. With a command, the knife on Fu Qingzhou's neck was quickly pulled away.

Under the gaze of a group of people, Fu Qingzhou sat down cross-legged on the spot, cursing and muttering.

Of course he doesn't know how to use the Golden Body and Bronze Bone Kung Fu...that matter has to be left to the Smoker.

So, he started to practice the Yiran Jue casually.

"You are sick, why is your aura so strong?!"

The Smoker immediately started to curse: "Are you afraid that others don't know that you are in the fifth realm?! Even if you have great talent, you can't act like this, suppress your aura! Otherwise, I can't help you disguise yourself!"

"Oh..." Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath and suppressed the powerful internal energy burning in his body, barely reducing it to the fourth realm level.

But despite this, Fa Jing was still shocked and his eyes widened.

"This... this is indeed the aura of the Golden Body and Bronze Bone Technique!"

He whispered, "This kid has just learned the basics, but he can wield his skills so powerfully. Is he really a genius?"

After rolling his eyes again, Fa Jing coughed softly, "Alright, let's finish the exercise."

Fu Qingzhou naturally heard his whispers, so he stopped practicing, stood up, and dusted himself off: "How is it, do you believe it?"

"Your cultivation is good, but that doesn't mean what you said is right."

Fa Jing sneered and said, "Come on, tell me how Senior Brother Fa Hai met you, how he taught you the skills, how he made the medicine...all the details of the matter, tell me everything!"

Fu Qingzhou sighed: "Okay."

He began to talk intermittently about the details of his "acquaintance" with Fahai.

These things, of course, had been designed and rehearsed long ago, so there were naturally no flaws, but he knew very well that the more details there were, the more doubts he would have.

Under normal circumstances, when you tell someone something, it is impossible to say every expression and every action. You will also modify some details due to your own memory. This modification may not even be active, but unconscious.

Therefore, the process described by Fu Qingzhou was not so perfect. Instead, there were a lot of details that he "couldn't remember" or "couldn't explain clearly", and he would occasionally change his words.

But it was precisely this kind of performance that made Fa Jing feel it was quite real... If this rough guy of unknown origin suddenly spoke clearly and logically, and explained all the details over and over again in a coherent manner, then there would definitely be a problem.

"Okay, okay, stop talking."

Fa Jing was too lazy to listen anymore, so he waved his hand and asked, "How much do you know about the murder of Senior Brother Fa Hai?"

"Huh? Ask me?"

Fu Qingzhou pointed at himself and said, "I don't know anything."

Fa Jing narrowed his eyes.

Fu Qingzhou scratched his head, looking silly.

"Boy, do you know that we have closed the temple?"

Fa Jing said in a cold voice: "Logically speaking, we are not accepting disciples now. Apart from the lay disciples we accepted a few days ago, we will not accept anyone else."

"what?"

Fu Qingzhou's eyes widened: "But the monk said I can..."

"Cough cough."

Fa Jing squinted his eyes at him and said, "It's not allowed, but it's not completely impossible."

Fu Qingzhou understood instantly...this guy wanted benefits.

But he pretended to be stupid, and followed his honest and straightforward character: "Ah? Is it possible or not?"

Fa Jing stopped talking, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky, as if he suddenly discovered that the fiery cloud on the horizon was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Upon seeing this, the triangular-eyed monk immediately reacted, "Alright, Senior Brother Fajing is the one in charge of the lay disciples in our temple. If he says he won't accept us, then he won't accept us... Get out of here, you little brat. Junior brothers, take him away!"

"Eh? Eh?!"

Fu Qingzhou was escorted out by several monks, horrified: "No! That's not right! The abbot said I can do it!"

"No, I've already learned your Kung Fu, why are you saying you don't want to accept it?!"

"No, no! I carried the coffin all the way here, I can't just let it go like this! You have to pay me! Pay me!"

He was dragged further and further away, and his shouts became louder and louder.

"That's enough. Stop making so much noise. Don't disturb the people chanting in the temple."

Fa Jing waved his hand and said, "Drag him back."

In this way, the monks escorted the "confused" Fu Qingzhou all the way back.

"What's going on?" Fu Qingzhou asked in confusion, "Are you going to accept it or not? Or are you going to give me the money?"

Fa Jing sneered: "Give me money, and I'll give you a slap in the face!"

Before Fu Qingzhou could glare at him and refute him, his smile suddenly became gentle: "You are a good young man, you don't look like a bad guy from outside. It seems that you really want to become a monk here?"

"Yes I do!"

Fu Qingzhou was delighted and said, "Here we don't have to kill animals or eat meat, we provide food and accommodation, and we also teach martial arts. Who wouldn't want to come?"

He had expected it.

If I had agreed to Fajing's request for "favor" at that time, the other party would definitely suspect that I had deliberately entered the temple. Although this suspicion might not necessarily sentence me to death, it would always be a wrong option.

But he pretended to be stupid and said he "didn't understand anything" even if he was about to be dragged away, which only proved that he was just an ignorant outsider.

"Hehe..." Fa Jing pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "What do you want to do after learning martial arts?"

"To stand out from the crowd!"

Fu Qingzhou shouted, "I used to get beaten up for trying to get a stall in the market, but I don't want to live this kind of life anymore! I want to practice, I want to become a master, and I want no one in the world to dare to bully me anymore!"

Fa Jing nodded with satisfaction and patted his fat belly.

"Yes, I am ambitious."

He smiled and said, "Come with me."

(End of this chapter)