From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 197: Bodhi Extinction
There were bursts of thunder in the autumn night, but as soon as the Buddhist chanting sounded, the streets suddenly became silent.

Meng Yuan and the others made quite a noise. Originally, candles were lit in the houses on both sides of the street, and some people opened the windows to look in. But after seeing Meng Yuan and Xie Yishen fighting, they all locked their doors and windows, and no more sound was heard.

On the other side of the street, Xiong Wuwei had stopped and quickly ran to He Jiulang's side. The two of them stood behind Xie Yishen.

Meng Yuan discovered that Qingyang Palace and Lanruo Temple were unable to find their enemies, so they used themselves as bait to lure the four generals.

And who knows, there might be someone who hasn't shown up yet, maybe someone from the Lingxiao Sect, or the Demon Suppression Bureau's backup.

Meng Yuan had already seen it. When Xie Yishen and others left a letter, Master Nie did not panic but was very calm.

This is not the attitude of a father-in-law towards his son-in-law at all, so Meng Yuan guessed that Master Nie knew there was a backup plan, but Meng Yuan did not dare to be careless.

At this moment, Meng Yuan was standing on the street without saying a word. Instead, he walked to the door of the inn as if nothing had happened, and was immediately held tightly by Jiang Tang.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, let's just watch the masters fight." Nie Yannian sheathed his sword, glanced at the wound on Meng Yuan's body with a relaxed look, and said, "You have offended too many people."

"It's inevitable when you go out and do things." Meng Yuan imitated Xiangling's connoisseur-like tone.

Nie Yannian smacked his tongue and said no more.

The clouds are low and the dew is heavy at night.

I saw a figure walking slowly in the darkness in the distance.

When they were not far away, everyone could see the visitor clearly. He was quite tall, wearing a cassock, Buddhist beads, and rosary in his hands.

Behind this person was a young man in coarse black robes, holding a staff. He was the monk Xuanbei whom he had seen on Hulu Mountain.

The autumn rain finally fell, and the two monks slowly approached, murmuring Buddhist mantras. It should have felt weird on such a drizzling autumn night, but everyone felt righteous and upright in their hearts, and all the feelings of anxiety and fear disappeared.

Xie Yisheng and the other two stood side by side, bathed in the autumn water, and were silent.

Li Wujiu was still standing on the roof, holding a whisk in one hand, his face gaunt and elegant, like a fairy.

Everyone stared at the visitor, and soon they saw Xuan Bei approaching with the monk in the cassock.

The big monk had no beard and was about fifty or sixty years old. He had a kind face. He looked around at everyone and bowed his head and clasped his hands together, saying, "I am Jueming from Lanruo Temple. I am sorry for disturbing you fellow Taoists. I hope you will forgive me."

This man's words and tone were extremely humble, but to be able to say such words at this time and to be involved in such matters, he must have extraordinary skills.

Of course, this person originally came here to avenge Jueyuan, so he must be capable.

Meng Yuan and Nie Yannian clasped their fists in return to Master Jueming, but said nothing.

"The thief bald donkey and the ox nose are here!" He Jiulang did not show the humility of a Confucian disciple, but laughed out loud, "May I ask where Master Jueming is from?"

"There is no coming and going, the cause and effect are reincarnated, and I come with the cause." Jueming bowed his head again and said respectfully: "Donor Xie, Donor He, Donor Xiong, it has been many years since we last met, and you three are still as charming as ever."

This monk was actually acquainted with Xie Yishen and others.

"Master, we didn't mean to kill Jueyuan." Xie Yisheng pointed his sword downward, clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Jueyuan was killed by Master Kongque, who served under Qing Guangzi. Yang Yuping was just using Jueyuan's body to prolong her life, which is in line with your Buddhist philosophy of saving people."

"Only by saving yourself can you save others." Master Jueming sighed softly and said, "Junior brother Jueyuan is not good at learning martial arts, so he deserves this disaster. It's just that cause and effect continue. Whether it is fellow Taoist Kongque or donor Yang Yuping, since they have planted the cause, they should have the result." "How does senior brother Jueming want to resolve the cause and effect?" The autumn rain was lingering, and someone floated in from the night rain and landed next to Xie Yishen.

The visitor was wearing a moon-white robe, his hair was shiny, and he had a compassionate smile on his face. He was about thirty years old, but he actually had the air of a senior monk.

This person was none other than the Peacock Zen Master who had untied his fly screen.

Jie Kaiping's injuries had healed, and he was much calmer. He looked up and smiled as he saluted Li Wujiu, "Master Li, you have the bearing of an immortal. You are truly an immortal who has been banished to the mortal world."

As he spoke, Jie Kaiping's smile widened, and he waved his hands towards Meng Yuan and Nie Yannian, "Donor Nie's face is full of rosy glow, and he doesn't hear the sad sound of autumn rain, which shows that he is in high spirits."

"I'm happy to see you!" Nie Yannian smiled.

Jie Kaiping smiled slightly, then looked at Meng Yuan and said, "Is Mr. Meng well?"

"Thanks to the master, I am not feeling well." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

"How can a minor injury or pain compare to the pain you have inflicted on me?" Jie Kaiping was very humble. He looked at the little Jiang Tang and said, "This must be the benefactor Meng's fiancée. They are truly a perfect match. I am a friend of life and death. If you two become a happy couple in the future, please give me a glass of wine."

Jiang Tang performed the ritual without saying much.

"Brother Jie," Meng Yuan pressed the hilt of the knife and said, "Why don't you stay in Qing Guangzi's rat hole? Why do you keep lingering around Songhe Prefecture?"

"Alas." Jie Kaiping sighed upon hearing this and said, "Just as Senior Brother Jueming said, cause and effect continue, and we are just busy and toilsome."

As he spoke, he untied the screen and bowed to Meng Yuan from afar, saying, "Of course, it is my great wish to see you again, benefactor Meng."

"You're talking so much. Are you going to fight or not?" Xiong Wuwei saw that Kaiping was busy reminiscing about the past and he was already impatient.

"Amitabha." Jie Kaiping, a sixth-rank monk, was not angry at the impatient words of the seventh-rank warrior Xiong Wuwei. He just explained, "It's getting difficult to fight. I led away the people from the Lingxiao Sect, but there is still a master watching in secret, and he was not moved by me from beginning to end."

Jie Kaiping was covered in autumn rain, and he looked back at the darkness, and then sighed again, "Maybe he is the protector sent by the donor, or maybe he is the master invited by the donor Nie."

"A few ordinary sixth-grade warriors are no match for my boss Xie!" Xiong Wuwei was very confident in Xie Yisheng. "Just now, boss Xie didn't use his full strength!"

"I thought you were trapped in a jar, but I didn't expect that we were the ones trapped in the jar." Li Wujiu sneered.

"Amitabha." Monk Jueming took the staff from Xuanbei and said compassionately, "Fellow Daoist Kongque, I have been looking for you masters to seek an explanation for Junior Brother Jueyuan. Please feel free to give me some advice."

"Jueyuan has a demon in his heart. If not, how can I touch him?" Jie Kaiping said with a smile.

"There is nothing to say about it." Jueming said.

"If you make an appointment with the ancestors and Buddhas, you are wrong when you open your mouth, and you are wrong when you have a thought." Jie Kaiping sneered, "Senior brother is too obsessed with appearances."

“I heard that fellow Taoist Kongque is practicing the Nirvana Dharma, which is pure and real, without any hindrance or obstruction, without a speck of dust in his heart, and is the best at saving people. I am willing to learn from him today.” Jueming raised his Zen staff, with a faint halo on his body.

"I don't deserve it." Jie Kaiping remained humble and said, "May I ask what kind of Taoism you practice, brother?"

"Bodhi is the way to extinction." Jueming said.

(End of this chapter)