I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 240

Xie Yuan felt the amulet move and was slightly surprised. He immediately picked it up and took a look.

The Buddha amulets that looked like cheap goods, selling for three cents each or ten cents each at a street vendor, now lit up slightly, with a flash of golden light, and then returned to silence, just like usual.

If Xie Yuan was not very confident in his perception, he would probably have thought that it was an illusion.

"Is this thing really useful?"

Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, when Huijue gave him this thing, it was followed by the life-saving money given by Zhang Junyi - that was another thing whose use was unknown, so Xie Yuan just kept it as a trophy as a souvenir.

The gifts given by these two young men, who have the best heritage in the world and the greatest backers, look more shabby than the other.

Especially Huijue, when Xie Yuan gave it to him, he thought that maybe he had an idea after seeing Zhang Junyi's move, and it was just a prank. With his bad temper, it was normal for him to pick up a Buddha amulet on the street and give it to himself.

But Xie Yuan still accepted it. He had always been skeptical about its usefulness, but now he finally confirmed that this thing was somewhat special.

"But what does it mean that this thing has a reaction? Is there any so-called Buddha affinity here?"

Xie Yuan recalled Huijue's words and thought for a moment.

Sometimes he really felt that Huijue was mysterious and unfathomable, as if he knew a lot of things, even many of his own secrets could not escape his eyes;
Sometimes I wonder if he is just teasing people and pretending to be profound. He is hard to figure out.

Did those words mean that he knew he was looking for the Buddhist rhythm that he himself couldn't even explain?
And this Buddha amulet is a compass?
Xie Yuan couldn't say for sure, but he had been hanging around in Jiangnan for about a month, and this was the first time this Buddha amulet had behaved so strangely.

On his way to escape, Xie Yuan passed by ancient Buddhist temples and Ming'an Pagoda many times. When he was not being chased so closely, he would go in to worship and take a walk.

But I have never felt the so-called Buddha's rhythm, nor has the Buddha amulet on my waist had any reaction.

Until this time.

Xie Yuan looked at the huge temple built on the hillside outside the town. Its wide main gate and majestic hall overlooked the entire town.

Even though Xie Yuan didn't know anything about geomancy or feng shui, he felt that this was a good place to go nearby.

"Jinguang Temple."

Xie Yuan looked at the big temple, at the endless stream of believers on the mountain, and then at the not-so-prosperous town at the foot of the mountain, and raised his eyebrows.

I'm afraid this small riverside town cannot support such a large temple. Many people seem to have come from other places.

Xie Yuan visited many Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, churches and holy houses in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, and found one thing in common.

The residential buildings around them may look very ordinary or even dilapidated, but they themselves are first-class luxurious and exquisite, and their architecture can be called works of art. Their cost is at least ten or a hundred times higher than that of the surrounding residential buildings.

Even those scenic spots that have been passed down since ancient times have consumed the efforts of several or even ten generations of people around them, and have been continuously repaired and donated for hundreds of years. They have become larger and more luxurious, until the homes of the surrounding people have been pushed into the mud, and they are still not even completed.

The power of faith.

Xie Yuan looked at the Jinguang Temple, somewhat unsure.

However, it is rare to get news about Foyun, so of course I have to go and check it out.

Xie Yuan's eyes flashed, and his appearance changed into that of an honest villager. He walked towards the steps leading up the mountain very reverently.

It was just past noon and there were still many believers going up and down the mountain. Xie Yuan sometimes even had to turn sideways to get through.

As he walked up, he pricked up his ears to listen to the conversations of people around him and collect information.

"Mom, let's hold on a little longer. As long as we go to the Jinguang Temple and seek treatment from the master there, you will be cured!"

"Son, I really can't walk anymore... I won't go. I'm not seriously ill. It's better to save the money and use it to find a wife for you!"

"Mom, I'll carry you on my back! Whether you marry or not is not as important as your health!"

"Son... Hey, I can walk by myself."

A classic drama of loving mother and filial son.

Xie Yuan listened and nodded silently. When he passed by the mother and son, he inadvertently touched the old woman's arm and passed a wisp of health-preserving true energy to her.

At least it can help her climb this step.

He listened to the other side:
"Uncle Wang, can I really learn martial arts, become a hero, or become a practitioner here?"

"Really? I saw with my own eyes that the abbot killed a tiger with one punch, and he got rid of harm for the people! When you go in, practice well and don't worry about your family and your mother. I will take good care of her."

"Killing a tiger with one punch? Really? Oh, but aren't monks forbidden to kill?"

"...Why do children have so many questions?"

...Xie Yuan frowned slightly when he heard this and glanced at the man and the child.

He looked for a long time, then retracted his steps and shook his head silently. If the child's mother agreed, then perhaps the temple would be a good place for him.

"Master, does the master in the temple really hire people to work? Can we go and help them plow the land?"

"Really? They are already preparing for spring ploughing, but they are short of people! Then we can plant our two acres of land. We are familiar with that area and can do better than others. The monk will definitely agree, and we won't have to starve next year."

Xie Yuan glanced at the pale and skinny couple, frowned and pursed his lips.

For some reason it reminded him of his old friend.

A big force will always become a local landlord, and land annexation is an inevitable problem. The Yunshan Sword Sect also has thousands of acres of fertile land at the foot of Yunshan Mountain for the use of its disciples on the mountain.

Fortunately, as far as Xie Yuan knew, the Sword Sect treated the tenant farmers very generously, so at least the people living under Yunshan did not go hungry.

If this is the case, it is acceptable...

When Xie Yuan passed by the couple, the husband felt touched and immediately held the package on his chest vigilantly and glared at Xie Yuan.

Then he reached into the package and checked it. Suddenly he was stunned. He couldn't help but stand aside to avoid the crowd and secretly opened a corner of the package to check.

Not only did the loose change in there not decrease in amount, but there was actually a lot more!

The man raised his eyes again and found that the person who had just touched him was gone. He put his hands together and shouted gratefully:
"Living Buddha! Thank you to the Living Buddha of Jinguang Temple!"

Xie Yuan climbed all the way up. Even if he used a normal person's speed, he was able to surpass many people who went up the mountain to seek medical treatment for their illnesses and many devout elders who worshipped Buddha.

There were many such people. Along the way, Xie Yuan heard countless worldly affairs and countless hardships. This road up the mountain seemed to be a road of salvation. Many people firmly believed that once they reached the top of the mountain and saw the gate of Jinguang Temple, everything would be solved.

After hearing this, Xie Yuan offered to help as much as he could, but the people going up the mountain formed a long queue, and he had spent all his change halfway through his journey. His Qi from the health-preserving exercises saved many people, but unfortunately, compared with the number of people seeking help from Buddha, he was just a drop in the bucket.

Standing on the steps about to reach the temple gate, Xie Yuan looked back at the stream of people climbing the mountain stairs like ants. It felt like he had seen all living beings in just this stretch of mountain road.

But the lives of all living beings here seem so miserable no matter how you look at them.

And outside this mountain, how many people are living in misery?
Xie Yuan suddenly felt compassion, as if the suffering was embodied on this mountain road.

He alone can't help many people in the world no matter what. Perhaps the Buddhist purpose of saving the world can really help them to find some relief.

Xie Yuan turned around and looked at the gold-plated plaque above his head, thinking:

"This Jinguang Temple is worthy of so many people's devout offerings. It is truly a precious temple."

He lowered his head and followed the crowds of pilgrims, each with their own sorrows, into the magnificent Buddhist temple.

"This donor, I appreciate your kindness. The entrance fee to the temple is ten cents."

Before Xie Yuan stepped into the gate, a fat monk next to him held out a clay jar and said with a smile.

Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment:
"Does it cost money to enter the temple?"

The monk was also stunned for a moment, his smile faded slightly, and his eyes rolled up:
"Donor, do you know the rules of our Jinguang Temple? You must pay ten coins to enter the temple. After you buy incense, you need to pay ten coins to burn incense, ten coins to insert incense sticks, and ten coins to worship Buddha. If you want to see the master chef to see a doctor, ask for fortune, or solve a problem, you need to pay another ten coins for the allocation fee. After the master chef has examined you, he will charge you for the incense according to the situation."

Ten cents, ten cents, ten cents, ten cents…

Xie Yuan opened his mouth. Although ten cents was not expensive, how much did it cost after going through this whole process?
Moreover, there is no fixed price for buying incense and seeing the monks; even each step in the incense burning process is charged separately.

Is this a Buddhist temple or a mobile game?

Xie Yuan frowned and said in a muffled voice:
"I have no money."

He really had no money, and he gave all his money to the poor people who came up the mountain... Anyway, silver was nothing to him now, and he had been living like a savage recently, so he didn't think about saving any money.

The fat monk rolled his eyes, pushed him aside, and said lazily:
"Next person!"

Xie Yuan took a look at the grand sight at the entrance and roughly understood how the golden bricks and green tiles came about.

But even so, this temple is still so popular.

Xie Yuan frowned, turned to where there was no one, and suddenly disappeared.

I originally wanted to go in normally, but unfortunately ten cents made it difficult for a potential hero to get in.

Xie Yuan shook his body, squeezed into the mountain gate, and arrived at the spacious temple courtyard.

The floor is paved with blue bricks and the black tiles are shiny. The beams and pillars in the corridor are all made of camphor wood, and a faint fragrance wafts out.

In the tall main hall in front, the ten-foot-tall golden Buddha stood with his brows lowered, looking at the world with compassion.

Xie Yuan looked up at the Buddha and wondered how many tens of cents it would take to build a golden statue of the Buddha.

He became somewhat hesitant about his opinion of the Jinguang Temple.

Wandering aimlessly in the temple, many devout pilgrims will follow the process instructed by the monk in charge of reception, and then wait in the main hall for the monks to lead them to interpret the divination and ask questions.

There were too many pilgrims, and many of the so-called masters assigned to the temple looked like little novice monks. But even though they were so young, they spoke eloquently and made the believers nod their heads repeatedly, whether they were treating illnesses or answering questions.

But after watching for a while, Xie Yuan keenly discovered that their statements were almost the same, as if they had all been trained in the same way.

Even two people with completely different situations and different monks used the same words when interpreting the divination. But this wording is very contagious, and it makes people feel that they are not pious enough to have these problems, and they just want to spend more money to burn incense and ask the Buddha to bless them and cure their diseases.

If it is not removed, it must be because not enough incense was burned.

Even at a puzzle-solving table, Xie Yuan heard a young lady ask:
"Master, my husband and I have been married for several years, but we have no children..."

The monk looked at the pretty village girl, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile:

"Amitabha! Come to the temple at midnight tonight, and I will ask the goddess of childbearing, Guanyin, for blessings for you."

The pretty village girl was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then hesitated and said:
"This... Please pray to the Goddess of Childbirth, isn't the incense fee too high? I'd rather not..."

"It's not high, just come."

The monk said repeatedly.

Seeing that the village girl was still hesitant, a woman in the queue next to her patted her and said:
"Oh! The Goddess of Childbirth here is really effective. Just come here and I guarantee you'll have two babies in three years. I went through this myself!"

After being coaxed and urged, the young village girl finally nodded hesitantly.

Xie Yuan turned around and saw similar things everywhere, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

How could this be a precious temple? It looked like a lewd temple that specialized in deceiving and cheating people!

Xie Yuan's face darkened and he prepared to walk towards the abbot.

But as he walked, he stopped again.

"Thank you, Master Chef! If it weren't for your medicine, I would have died more than ten years ago!"

"Amitabha, this is the result of my good deeds and worshipping Buddha."

"Elder, you are my savior! Without your holy water, the plague in our town would have killed us all long ago!"

"Please stand up quickly. May the Buddha have mercy on me. This is what I should do."

"Master, thank you for the medicine..."

Xie Yuan frowned. He had heard many similar conversations along the way.

Jinguang Temple seemed to be acting as a nearby pharmacy and clinic, and it also saved many lives. Many of the conversations were not in front of others, but Xie Yuan heard them through the wall. Given the scale of Jinguang Temple, it didn't seem like they were hired.

The town at the foot of the mountain is called Hewan Town. It seems that a major epidemic broke out in the town many years ago. Thanks to Jinguang Temple, all the people in the town were saved.

Since the epidemic, the residents of Hewan Town have been weak and frail, and they get sick all the time. Doctors have never been able to cure them. Besides, how can ordinary people afford to go to the hospital? Most of them have to fight on their own.

However, believers of Jinguang Temple can get holy water from the mountain for a few dozen coins. It is said that the mountain spring is blessed by Buddha and drinking it can cure all diseases, including the strange diseases of the townspeople.

Xie Yuan didn't believe this obvious scam at first, but he heard too many people coming here to treat illnesses along the way, and many of them were not coming for the first time. It seemed that this magic water was indeed magical and more effective than any other nectar.

Xie Yuan began to have doubts. If it was a fraud's magic water, people would have died from drinking it long ago. How could there be repeat customers? And if it was just a placebo, there shouldn't be so many people who regard it as a miracle drug and keep asking for it.

If this Buddhist temple really has the ability to cure diseases and save lives...

He turned around and walked towards the back mountain of the Buddhist temple.

After passing through layers of walls, the guards behind became increasingly strict, and it was obvious that many strong monks could be seen, with very strong cultivation bases.

Even Xie Yuan raised his eyebrows when he saw the great monk who had reached a state of transformation in his Qi and blood appearing here.

However, the ordinary first level of transformation was no longer a threat to him, and was not much different from external training. His eyes flickered, and he easily bypassed the heavy defenses and arrived at the foot of a cliff behind the temple.

There is a small waterfall on the cliff. Mountain springs converge on the cliff, fall down here, and gather into a cold pool under the cliff.

There are several monks' rooms next to the cold pond, with a large open space in the middle, and many large water tanks in the middle of the open space.

Many monks were coming in and out of the building, constantly taking water from the cold pond and pouring it into a large vat, then sprinkling powder with the aroma of herbs into it.

Xie Yuan stood quietly beside the large vats, silently watching the work in the Buddhist temple workshop.

While no one was paying attention, he scooped up a little water from the jar and put it in front of his nose. After sniffing it, he raised his eyebrows.

It smells like real medicine powder.

Xie Yuan then went into the monks' rooms, which contained workshops for storing, pounding, preparing and grinding medicine. Many monks were busy preparing basins of medicine powder, which were then poured into water tanks outside by special personnel, where they stirred and shook the medicine to make it into medicine. After it was assembled, it was transported outside the workshop to the temple.

What Buddha's blessing? It's clearly a modern assembly line oral liquid factory.

Xie Yuan was impressed by the scale of the Jinguang Temple. He walked along the assembly line of the workshop and confirmed that the so-called holy water finally fell into the hands of the believers who went up the mountain to seek medicine.

Many of them even drank it on the spot, their complexions became rosy, and they kept thanking the great monk here.

Xie Yuan was like a detached bystander, watching the scene quietly.

"The spring water is just ordinary spring water, it contains some minerals at most; and the medicines in the workshop are all genuine herbs that replenish blood and qi. Although I don't understand the formula, they can't be poison. Moreover, there is only a small amount of herbal powder in each large vat, and the dosage is not likely to have much effect."

Xie Yuan unexpectedly discovered that the spring water blessed by the Buddha was fake, but the monks' sincerity was real. This so-called holy water may not be very magical, but it has some benefits. Especially with the worship of the believers for Jinguang Temple, with the psychological effect as a supplement, it can be regarded as a good medicine.

Xie Yuan's feelings suddenly became complicated.

He initially thought that this was a Buddhist temple that truly benefited the people, just as the Yunshan Sword Sect benefited the surrounding areas;
Later I found out that all the monks here are out to cheat people out of money and they are eager to sell a few more incense sticks. No wonder it is so hard for people who go up the mountain. I am afraid that all the people around here have been bullied and exploited by the monks of Jinguang Temple.

But now it is discovered that the Jinguan Temple has indeed helped the lower-class people. Although the holy water, which costs only a few dozen coins per bottle, is still making huge profits, it can really cure diseases for the poor who cannot afford medical treatment.

If the Jinguang Temple is destroyed, where will the people who can't even afford a little bit of the prescribed medicine go to see a doctor?

And since Jinguang Temple is here, there are obviously fewer bandits and vagrants here than in other places.

It seems that this Jinguang Temple cannot be evaluated simply from the perspective of good or bad.

Just like everything in the world, it is a collection of contradictions.

Xie Yuan stood in front of the main hall, hesitating for a long time.

Then he looked up at the giant golden statue of Buddha with a compassionate face, sighed, and turned away.

On the way down the mountain, Xie Yuan always felt a little confused and his movements were a little slow.

As I was walking, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of me.

He looked and found that it was the pretty village girl who was seeking a child.

Xie Yuan sighed and walked to the village girl:

"Girl, don't believe those monks. They just want your body."

The village girl was a little distracted at first, and was startled when she heard a voice next to her.

But when she turned around, she saw that the man in front of her was simple and honest, with a sincere face. She was much less frightened and muttered:

"Who doesn't know that?"

"Really? Don't disbelieve it... huh?"

Xie Yuan subconsciously continued to persuade him, but only reacted halfway through and was a little surprised.

The village girl curled her lips:
"Who doesn't know that the monks here are lustful and greedy for money? What do you mean by giving birth? They are giving away their own seeds."

Seeing that she understood so well, Xie Yuan knew that he was meddling in other people's business, so he smiled awkwardly and said,
"It's good that you know. If you know, don't go. Don't be fooled by them."

"You still have to go."

The village girl said quietly.

"what?"

Xie Yuan was a little confused.

The village girl seemed to be very conflicted, so when she met a stranger from another place, she started to talk:
"How many women in the village have come here, those who can't afford to eat, those who can't survive the winter, they come here to sleep for one night, take the money and go back to live, how good is that? Anyway, you just need to spread your legs, everyone's penis is a penis, it only takes a short while to close your eyes..." She seemed to be talking to Xie Yuan, but actually she was talking to herself:

"Lanhua, bear with it. My husband still has to take the college entrance examination."

Xie Yuan listened to the village girl's vicious words and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

It turns out that asking for a child is a slang term...

It turns out that other people understand everything, much more than he, a foreigner.

This village girl is also called Lanhua. It seems that village girls named Lanhua are all very pretty.

Xie Yuan originally wanted to ask, "Do your husbands mind?" but she tactfully kept her mouth shut.

Life is hard, and they can't even get enough to eat, so how can they care about these things? In the past, Xiaoshi Village had occasionally heard of similar cases, and many of them were urged by their husbands to go.

Xie Yuan looked back at the huge facade of Jinguang Temple with a complicated expression. He sighed and went down the mountain without looking back.

Where is the Buddhist charm in this place?
But perhaps this is the place that has the Buddhist charm.

However, Xie Yuan didn't gain anything except knowledge. He bypassed Hewan Town and turned to head north.

The destination is to the west, but we showed up in River Bay Town for a short while. Although we left in time, we could change direction and make another detour.

The closer you are to victory, the more careful you have to be, as ambushes often occur when you are least alert and about to reach the finish line.

However, what he saw and heard in Jinguang Temple gave Xie Yuan a lot of inspiration. He kept thinking and thinking, and even wondered, are the aristocratic families really pure evil?

The flames in Wuhe Town, the mass poisoning of more than a hundred people, the helpless wailing of loved ones... are just the tip of the iceberg.

From this perspective, the evil deeds of the aristocratic families are unforgivable.

However, on the other hand, in terms of the wealth of the people and the stability of the towns, Jiangnan is much better than Yunzhou and Yanzhou.

In places where the noble families have strong control, few scoundrels dare to cause chaos. With the noble families governing and controlling, their territories are often much richer than other places, and the people can live and work in peace and contentment - of course, as long as they don't mess with the children of the noble families. However, ordinary people usually don't see them.

After Xie Yuan received the news that Li Xingtuo had conquered Jiangnan alone, he had also been excited and thought about imitating the master when he had achieved success. However, since the hatred between the two families was so deep, he might not be lenient.

But if one day Xie Yuan went alone with his axe to chop down all the leaders of the Qian and Yao families, and all the aristocratic families collapsed, what would Jiangnan be like then?
In the midst of this huge change, will it be like the Eight Gates Rebellion back then, with people in panic and on the verge of misery?
Perhaps the aristocratic family is a huge tumor growing in the people. If it is removed, it will leave a huge bloody wound. If the bleeding cannot be stopped, it may even be fatal.

I think Li Xingtuo also has this consideration, not only because of the influence of his status as the leader of the Sword Sect on the heads of aristocratic families.

Xie Yuan took a long breath and suddenly felt in a dilemma.

Everything in the world has two sides, but which side should Xie Yuan consider?

Xie Yuan didn't figure out this problem when he went north, didn't figure it out when he went east, and didn't figure it out when he went south.

When he was walking quickly westward, ready to enter Shuzhou in one go and completely leave the territory of the Jiangnan family, he found that he had been wandering around in a willful manner and had somehow ended up in Hewan Town.

"It seems that there is no place to put it here."

Xie Yuan let out a sigh and simply went into the town to take a look.

He walked aimlessly along the river bank and met a white-haired old man. After thinking for a moment, he walked up to him and asked:
"Old man, have you ever been to Jinguang Temple?"

"Hmm? Yes! I have been there. I have been there many times. If it weren't for the great master of Jinguang Temple who saved my life, I would have died of illness long ago!"

"That's it..."

Xie Yuan asked several people, and they all said the same thing, as if all the people living at the foot of Jinguang Temple had received its benefits.

However, there was only one person who scoffed at Xie Yuan's question:

"No! Only a fool would go to that poison temple."

"Poison Temple?"

Xie Yuan was surprised.

"Poison Temple! Ever since the monks from the Jinguang Temple came here thirty years ago and built a small temple on top, this Hewan Town has been getting worse day by day. There are epidemics all the time, and everyone has strange diseases. If this isn't the Poison Temple, what else could it be?"

The old man said indignantly.

Someone nearby pouted:
"The old lunatic is talking nonsense again! Did the sun rise at the crowing of a rooster? In the past, people in the village were sick and dying, but it was only after the Jinguang Temple came that everyone's life became better. Why was it built so big? It's because it can help everyone. The Buddha inside is really powerful!"

"Stupid as an ox!"

The old man rolled his eyes and cursed the old man next to him. The other old man immediately raised his eyebrows and started cursing with him.

Xie Yuan felt that he could not get the answer, so he walked to the end of the town. He was hesitating whether to go up the mountain again when he suddenly saw a family hanging soul flags and performing a funeral.

Xie Yuan was not planning to take a detour when he suddenly heard someone say "Orchid..."

Xie Yuan was stunned for a moment, then quietly approached and looked inside, but didn't see anything.

"What are you?"

Suddenly someone next to him asked.

Xie Yuan turned his head to look at his puzzled neighbor and asked tentatively:
"Sister, which family has the death?"

"Are you here for a funeral? Zhang Shusheng and Wang Lanhua live here. Whose relative are you?"

"Ah, who went?"

"Both are gone."

"What?"

Xie Yuan was stunned and asked why.

The elder sister seemed to be interested. She glanced around and her lips moved up and down quickly:

"Hey, it's Wang Lanhua, she's fickle, she hooked up with men everywhere, and finally hooked up with the monk from Jinguang Temple. But when she came back, she was caught by Zhang Shusheng, who wrote her a divorce letter in anger and drove her away. As a result, Wang Lanhua jumped into the well that night..."

"If you ask me, this scholar is just a loser. He only knows how to study hard and study for a good academic title. He also relies on Lanhua to do work to support the family. That night, Lanhua came back with the money and happily said that she had enough money to pay for her husband's study. But then there was a big fuss."

A man appeared from another house, crossed his arms and shook his head.

The eldest sister curled her lips:

"Look, you men only know how to talk to Wang Lanhua."

"Then I'd like to replace your man with Zhang Shusheng, would you like to do that?"

The other eldest brother said directly.

The eldest sister's expression changed slightly, and she looked around and said something else:

"My man is a good guy."

"Sister Zhang, don't you guys quarrel every day?"

The elder brother said with a smile.

"You're the only one who talks a lot of bullshit."

Sister Zhang cursed.

Xie Yuan stopped them and asked in a complicated tone:

"How did that scholar Zhang die?"

“Well… I don’t know.”

Sister Zhang suddenly stopped talking and turned into the room.

Xie Yuan looked at the elder brother in confusion, and the elder brother coughed:
"The scholar is arrogant and doesn't understand worldly affairs. He went up the mountain to argue with the monks of Jinguang Temple... Ahem, young man from another place, just know it and don't mind your own business."

Xie Yuan was silent for a moment, then looked inside and saw a monk performing a ritual, acting as the host.

He raised his head to the side and looked towards the magnificent Buddhist temple on the hillside. He felt that the cycle of life and death here seemed to be controlled by it.

It's not right to cheat people out of their money, their lives, or their lives...

If done well, it is done well; if done poorly, it is done poorly. At least it should be theoretically plausible.

Xie Yuan frowned, turned around, and headed towards the temple on the mountain again.

Xie Yuan walked straight into the temple and went straight to the abbot.

Whether this temple can be saved can be seen from its abbot.

He ignored the strict guards in the backyard, sneaked around the abbot, and stood outside the large house.

I sensed a figure with strong energy and blood inside, and there seemed to be a follower beside him.

Xie Yuan was just about to go in when he suddenly heard the old voice talking to the person next to him:
“Is this medicine enough?”

"A small outbreak is enough."

Another voice said.

The old voice said slowly:

"In that case, when I cure them, I will receive another sum of money, which I will give to you, young master."

"Haha, no problem. The master has always been very satisfied with the taxes paid by your Jinguang Temple."

The voice inside laughed softly.

The old man said gently:
"If it weren't for your help back then, Jinhe Temple would probably always be just a small temple, and would not have become the treasure it is today."

"You need to have an active brain, otherwise how can you grow all this wheat?"

Another person spoke in an unfathomable manner.

Xie Yuan had a deep look in his eyes outside the door, and he couldn't help himself when he heard this.

He pushed the door open and saw a spacious monk's room inside. Sitting in the room were an old monk in a bright red cassock and a middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe.

The two were a little surprised when they saw Xie Yuan suddenly break into the room.

The old monk stood up quickly and said in a deep voice:
"Who are you? How did you get here?"

Xie Yuan did not answer, but only glanced at the medicine bottle on the table between the two of them, then stared at him and asked:
"You were the one who spread the plague in Riverbend?"

"Amitabha, young man, don't speak nonsense, or you will go to hell where tongues are pulled out."

The old monk's eyes flashed and he clasped his hands together.

Another middle-aged man looked at Xie Yuan with interest, supporting himself on the table with one hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

Xie Yuan said coldly:
"It turns out that the rumors about the Poison Temple are not groundless. No wonder your Jinguang Temple has become so rich in just 30 years. It turns out that you have a good way to make money. You control the epidemic in the town - should it be the water source in the mountain? Then you produce the antidote yourself, sell it at a high price, improve your status, grab money, and bribe the higher-ups, and repeat the cycle... I thought you really cared about the people while making money, and accumulated virtue and did good deeds."

Xie Yuan had understood everything in the conversation just now. He originally thought that the Jinguan Temple had some influence on the local area, but it turned out to be the instigator!
The abbot saw that Xie Yuan had said so much at once and seemed to understand it very well. He sighed:
"Where did you come from, young man? You are so reckless and trespass into our temple. It seems that I can only send you to the Western Paradise to reflect on your actions."

The abbot was somewhat puzzled by Xie Yuan's sudden appearance, but he was not prepared to delve into it. After all, he had investigated so much about this young man who had appeared out of nowhere, so he definitely could not let him leave.

He rolled up his sleeves and stretched out an old, dry hand with incredible speed.

While the hand was still on the way, it suddenly swelled and grew larger, like a giant blood-filled palm, covering Xie Yuan!
Buddhist magical power, dragon claw hand!
With this move, the blood and energy of the second level of Qi and Blood were not concealed at all, and the power was extremely powerful.

The abbot of Jinguan Temple had very impressive cultivation skills, and it seemed that he had spent a lot of the money and treasures he had plundered on himself.

Xie Yuan looked at the huge palm that was full of energy and blood, circled his fist, and threw a normal punch.

Bagua Mountain Shaking Fist.

The abbot looked at the fist and didn't take it seriously at first. However, the next moment he felt that the ordinary fist was like a mountain. The extremely heavy energy pressed down like a mountain, making it impossible for him to breathe through his mouth and nose!

He hurriedly used all his strength to mobilize his blood and energy, and his giant palm grew two times bigger. At the same time, golden light shone on his body, adding to his strength and increasing his own protection.

With the Golden Bell Cover on his body, the abbot calmed down a little and took Xie Yuan's fist head-on.

With a bang, the abbot was knocked flying and hit the wall of the monk's room heavily. With a loud bang, the thick wall suddenly cracked.

"Wow!"

The old monk fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Who is this person? How come he is so strong?

I had clearly used the Golden Bell to protect myself, but how could he break it so effortlessly? Even a master at the third level of Qi and Blood Transformation wouldn't be able to do it so easily!
Xie Yuan looked at the shocked old monk and saw him open his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but did not give him the chance.

He walked forward and punched the abbot on the arm as he tried to raise his hand.

With a snap, the old monk's arm was broken, revealing broken bones at his elbow, while his palm was hit directly by Xie Yuan's fist and pierced into his chest.

The abbot's eyes bulged and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. The great monk who had ruled Hewan Town for thirty years and developed a dilapidated temple into a magnificent monastery died on the spot, and he never understood why until his death.

Xie Yuan beat the evil monk to death with two punches, and he felt like he had finally let out a sigh of relief. It seemed as if all the entanglements he had accumulated over the past few days had been cleared away.

He shook his fist to shake off the bone fragments and blood foam on it, and finally figured it out.

Everything in the world does have two sides, but in many cases, evil is evil. Even if this evil does good, it is not a golden ticket to avoid death.

It is impossible to forgive such a huge evil just because it still has a little positive effect. The same is true for Jinguang Temple and the aristocratic family.

When you encounter bad things, just punch them. Otherwise, how can your thoughts be clear?

Xie Yuan was a warrior, not a general. His ambition was to eliminate violence and protect the good, and to eradicate all evil.

As for the following questions, future generations have their own wisdom. If the aristocratic family is gone, there will be another one. If the sky falls, there will always be tall people to hold it up.

Xie Yuan turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who had been watching with interest. He put his hand back into his sleeve and raised his eyebrows and asked:
"From the Yao family?"

"how do you know?"

The man smiled and asked without comment.

"Because only someone from the Yao family could come up with such a vicious idea."

Xie Yuan answered quietly.

The man smiled and shook his head:
"Xie Yuan, you are still too young. There are so many evil things in this world, and the Yao family is not the most evil one."

"Maybe, but in my opinion, there are few people who can compare to you, so it seems that you are always restless."

Xie Yuan shook his head and asked:

"Who are you from the Yao family?"

"I shouldn't have been considered a member of the Yao family many years ago."

The middle-aged man said leisurely:

"Sometimes they recognize me, sometimes they don't. It all depends on what's going on. That's how the Yao family is."

Xie Yuan nodded:
"It seems you know it too."

"But I still have Yao family blood, so sometimes there's nothing I can do."

The man shook his head:
"You've become a big threat to the Yao family, so I had no choice but to come to you. I actually admire you very much. You're gifted, strong, and decisive. It's just that you're a little soft-hearted and always want to be a shitty hero. Well, I've been following you for a while. We've always paid attention to intelligence, especially intelligence on young geniuses."

Xie Yuan said without comment:
"I don't have to be a hero, I just want to help when things get too much trouble."

"This is what happens when young people who want to be heroes get involved in things they shouldn't, and many people die this way."

The man sighed:

"Apparently you are the same. I admire a lot of things about you, but this is something I can't appreciate a bit. You are too young and too soft-hearted. You will never achieve anything great and will only die here."

Xie Yuan was not at all flustered by his threat, he just asked:

"You knew I was coming?"

"Of course. The first time you showed up here, I followed you. But you didn't do anything, which was very strange. I thought about it for a long time. Given your personality, if you let this go, it might not be enough information. So I added a little more, and you did show up. You see, if you just ran away, I might not be able to catch up with you."

The man smiled and shook his head:

"But like I said, stupid young people like you are the easiest to deal with, but also the least capable. What a pity."

The man stood up, straightened his collar, and seemed not to say anything more.

"So, who are you anyway?"

Xie Yuan asked.

"You can call me Master Qiufeng."

A dagger popped out of the man's hand and he nodded.

Xie Yuan nodded slightly, and a small sword popped out of his hand:
"Okay, then go to hell."

(End of this chapter)