From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 151 Seven Sufferings of Life
The rain was heavy, but there was no thunder.

Dark clouds covered most of the Hulu Mountain area. It was morning, but it felt as gloomy as evening.

When the wolf demon announced the start of the Taoist meeting, the people on the top of the mountain finally got excited and all looked up.

In the past few days, Master Kurong, Qimiaozi and He Jiangzhi have been discussing Taoism every day. It was interesting to listen to them at the beginning, but it became more and more boring as time went on. They didn't know whether to fight or not, and everyone was already fed up with it. They all said secretly that these three people had been castrated by Meng Feiyuan.

The three wolf demons went up the mountain and then separated, and they saw another hairy mouse slowly climbing to the top of the mountain.

The hairy rat demon was short and fat, about five or six feet tall, wearing a black robe, and holding a staff more than ten feet high in his hand.

The staff had four prongs and twelve rings, which corresponded to the Four Noble Truths and Twelve Links of Dependent Origination of Buddhism. It was only used on important occasions. It could be seen that Rat attached great importance to this Taoist meeting.

"Are you the Rat King?" Qimiaozi asked from afar.

"I don't deserve it." The mouse was very humble.

Everyone has been in Hulu Mountain for several days, and today they finally met the real owner.

The rain had not stopped yet. Meng Yuan held an umbrella and stood side by side with Mingyue. The two looked at each other without saying a word.

Everyone on the top of the mountain was also silent, staring at the flower mouse.

"May I ask your Dharma name, fellow Taoist?" Master Kurong stepped forward.

"I am Jinghe, the young monk. I am honored to meet you, brother." The flower-haired mouse placed the staff horizontally, raised it with both arms, and put his palms together to salute.

"You are the one who sent the invitation?" He Jiangzhi did not have the friendly look of a scholar. He just frowned and looked at the flower mouse.

"How dare I invite so many Taoist friends?" The flower-haired mouse Jinghe bowed eleven times and said, "My master ordered me to send the invitation."

"What is your master's name?" Qimiaozi asked.

"My master is Elder Huanri." The flower-haired mouse Jinghe said devoutly.

This title was too grand. When the people present heard it, they all whispered to each other.

The rain was pouring down, and everyone had no intention of taking shelter from the rain. They just stared at the flower rat cleaning the crops.

There were two to three hundred people on the mountain top, half of them were monsters and half were humans. Meng Yuan had not only taken on business in the past few days, but also walked around everywhere. He knew that there were about seven or eight people from the Monster Suppression Division on the mountain top.

But there are still many people who have not revealed their true identity, and it is difficult to talk to them. On the contrary, the monsters are relatively easy to talk to. Although they have bad intentions, they are not too scheming.

Meng Yuan stood still, using all his strength to activate his Burning Heart ability. He knew that these monks were quite skilled in "seduction" and "guiding", so he was always on guard.

Mingyue held the sword to her chest, her expression still cold.

Seeing that the flower-haired mouse Jinghe was silent, someone shouted, "Rat King, what kind of Taoist meeting are you holding? Explain it clearly!"

The flower-haired mouse Jinghe put his palms together and bowed to all four directions, saying, "Naturally, this is the path to liberation, the path to longevity, and the path to freedom."

"How shameless!" Qimiaozi sneered, "Then why doesn't your master show up? Are you qualified to preach here?"

"My master has received teachings from his master. My master has instructed me to preside over the Taoist ceremony." Jinghe inserted the staff into the rocks, then flew up lightly, with one foot on the staff.

The rain was still falling, but Jinghe's face showed a somewhat unbridled smile. He did not have the compassion and emptiness of a monk, but instead had a bit of madness.

He looked around again and saw that everyone was looking up, so he said loudly: "The rosary is just an invitation to the Hulu Mountain Taoist Association! If you want to meet the master and listen to the wonderful Dharma, not everyone is qualified. You need great wisdom and great fortune! You have to decide the winner!"

"Are we going to fight each other? Only those who survive can see Elder Huanri?" someone asked.

"Our Buddha is compassionate, how can he engage in fighting and killing!" Upon hearing this, the flower-haired mouse Jinghe became furious. Buddha's light suddenly appeared on his body, and then he flew out suddenly, stretched out his hand, and returned with the corpse of a dog demon.

He said he was merciful, and then he killed someone! Meng Yuan was not surprised, as he was used to it.

Moreover, the flower-haired mouse Jinghe showed his strength as soon as he made a move, and he should be a sixth-rank monk.

Hulu Mountain has been a mixed crowd these past few days, with all kinds of people, but it was only now that blood was seen, and it was done by the owner. For a moment, the whole mountain was filled with wind and rain, making it even quieter.

"Fellow Daoist, please give me some rules." Qimiaozi was not afraid, and just said: "We came here to discuss the Dao and to broaden our horizons. As for the younger generation, we also want to get a chance and a legacy!"

"Master has practiced Buddhism for many years and is very particular about etiquette. How could he let fellow Taoists return empty-handed?" The hairy mouse Jinghe stepped on the tin staff with one foot. The three wolf demons behind him stepped forward and took out three sandalwood gift boxes.

"This time, our master prepared three great medicines, all of which are top-grade!" Jing He looked around at everyone, "There are also three copies of the Heavenly Secret Map, which was passed down by our master Qing Guangzi!"

When everyone heard the name of the great medicine, no one spoke.

Meng Yuanze and Mingyue looked at each other and thought that Qing Guangzi was indeed involved.

As for the reward, the Heavenly Secret Map is naturally extremely precious to warriors. As for the great medicine, it is also a good thing.

Meng Yuan worked in the Demon Suppression Division and had read a lot of files, so he had gained some knowledge. Most of the great medicines refer to the spiritual fruits and herbs that grow far away from the world.

Generally, it is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. There is no strict standard for dividing the grades. The same kind of spiritual herb has different grades in different years.

There are many kinds of medicines, and their effects vary. For warriors, most of the lower-grade medicines are for strengthening muscles and bones, healing wounds and recovery, and are beneficial to the ninth and eighth grades. These prices are not expensive. But if it is a medicine that helps the upper thirty-three days to open up, it can be called medium, and the price is unlimited. As for the upper-grade products, the effects are naturally different. It is beneficial to the middle-grade realm, and even to break through the barriers.

If one's practice can reach the upper three levels, one generally no longer needs the assistance of major medicines.

In this world, except for the Taoists who practice external alchemy and have done in-depth research on this, other practitioners do not rely heavily on elixirs.

The reason is that, whether it is a warrior or a Confucianist, Buddhist or Taoist, they all place more emphasis on their own cultivation and have limited reliance on external things. Secondly, it is difficult to find a great medicine, and even more difficult to find a high-quality one.

Therefore, it is enough to prepare some healing and recovery pills to meet daily needs. If you are unable to break through for many years, you will also look for some corresponding medicines to assist.

Of course there are exceptions. Meng Yuan had heard Mingyue talk about the Yao family's inheritance in the past, which relied on swallowing herbs and elixirs to improve one's realm.

At this moment, the flower-haired mouse Jinghe mentioned the top-grade medicine, which inevitably aroused people's interest. Taking this thing may not necessarily make it a mid-grade medicine, or improve it further, but it will definitely be of great help.

If you were in the mountains, even medium-quality medicine would cause people to risk their lives, let alone the best ones.

Meng Yuan was also very curious and wanted to roast one to see for himself.

"If you are blessed, you can become my disciple, or even sit under my master!" Seeing that everyone had greedy looks on their faces, the flower-haired mouse Jinghe spoke loudly again.

"How can we get the treasure?" A young man stepped forward with his sword drawn.

“Hahaha!” Jing He laughed crazily, his face becoming increasingly rosy, and he shouted, “Birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, separation from loved ones, and failure to obtain what one desires. These are the seven sufferings of life. If you can transcend them, you can come forward and receive my master’s reward!”

When Meng Yuan heard this, he found it boring. Since Luo's mother, these bald donkeys have been playing with these methods that make people regret and repent, such as trapping people in lust and regret, and then luring them into Buddhism.

Most of the people on the top of the mountain were knowledgeable, and they all took a few steps back after hearing what was said.

Qimiaozi and He Jiangzhi were especially cautious.

"Can't it be something new? I'm tired of the same old thing." Meng Yuan looked at Mingyue, moved his eyes, but didn't say anything.

Mingyue seemed to understand, she said softly: "Saving people and compassion are both extremely important principles of Buddhism. In the past, when Hinayana Buddhism was flourishing, the Buddhist method of cultivating mindfulness was more about cultivating oneself, but at that time, Buddhism did not have high grades. When Mahayana Buddhism emerged, the method of cultivating mindfulness became popular, and since then, there have been many people in Buddhism who have reached the upper three grades. Especially in the sudden enlightenment school, there are more people who have entered the upper three grades. Cultivating mindfulness is an important method for guiding people in Buddhism today."

"Then what should we do?" Meng Yuan asked.

"We'll act according to circumstances." Mingyue said.

This sentence again! Meng Yuan remembered that Mingyue had been tortured by the seven sufferings and almost committed suicide.

The thought of the seven sufferings is still a kind of thought method. It can be blocked naturally by relying on the supernatural power of heaven, and it can also be blocked if one's own mind is firm enough. However, if the level of the person who casts the spell is too high, then it will naturally not work.

Seeing Meng Yuan looking at her with concern, Mingyue said, "Keep your heart at heart and don't get too caught up in it. The method of planting thoughts may seem strange, but it is not. As long as you have no distracting thoughts in your mind and are not covered by dust, it will be fine. I am afraid that if your heart is already covered with dust, the other party will be able to take advantage of it."

You were also very confident last time! But what about the end? Is there a thick layer of dust in your heart? Meng Yuan muttered in his heart, but did not dare to show it, for fear that this elder sister would cause trouble.

"If there is anyone who is unwilling, please go down the mountain. There are elixirs for you to give away at the foot of the mountain! You will regret it later!" shouted the hairy mouse Jinghe.

Now that I'm here, I can't leave. Meng Yuan has the Burning Heart ability inside and the help of the Demon Suppression Bureau outside, so he really wants to see the tricks of the stinky rat.

However, there were also some timid ones. A few monsters looked at the corpse of the dog monster in front of the Flowery Rat, lowered their heads to discuss a few words, stepped forward to pay their respects, and then walked down the mountain.

The mouse did not try to stop them, but just looked around.

Then he saw a man holding a knife came forward, bowed to him, then squatted down, turned his hand to start fire, and burned the dog demon's body to ashes.

After Meng Yuan burned the dog demon, he stood up and sighed.

This dog demon is only at the eighth level. After tempering its body four times, the eighth-level dog demon can no longer maintain its energy.

The essence fire was originally as big as soybeans, and after being nourished by the dog demon, it was only the size of a baby's fist. If I want to cultivate it to perfection, I don't know how many more I have to kill.

"I hope this dog brother can go to paradise in his next life." Meng Yuan said.

"Good." The flower mouse Jinghe smiled and nodded.

Meng Yuan didn't say much and went straight back to Mingyue.

Seeing that no one was leaving, the Mouse, who was sitting on the staff, laughed again. He flipped his hand, took out an umbrella, and opened it to block the rain. "A monk holding an umbrella is lawless!"

With his other hand, he took out a long-burning lamp and continued, "The sky is dark and the earth is dark, only I am the one who keeps the light on!"

The eternal lamp was a worn-out porcelain lamp with lotus patterns on it. It was very small and was held up by Jinghe with one hand.

Jinghe laughed endlessly, the red glow on his face became brighter and brighter, a subtle Buddha light appeared faintly on his body, and then the light became brighter, as if the real Buddha had descended.

The eternal lamp was also lit.

The candlelight was extremely dim, but when it fell on the umbrella under the rain, the dark sky and the earth suddenly became bright and clear, as if the dark clouds had dispersed and a gentle breeze was blowing.

(End of this chapter)