This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 162 My combat power is 53

Jingyue Zen Center is located on Cihang Pudu Peak. It got its name because the peak emerging from the sea of ​​clouds looks like a floating boat, and because it is the place where the Bodhisattva Guanyin is worshipped.

It was originally a nunnery. The demons started a dark age and there were countless human rebels. The three generations of masters followed the changes of the times and constantly adjusted the rules of the sect, and it gradually evolved into the current martial arts sect.

It has to change. The blood on the sword hasn't been wiped clean yet, and it's somewhat inappropriate to recite sutras in front of the Bodhisattva and talk about compassion and not killing.

Although killing one demon is equivalent to saving a thousand people, the Bodhisattva will not blame you for anything. Moreover, the Buddha has the appearance of conquering demons, and she is equally brutal when she personally beats people. But how many people can reach the realm of Bodhisattva and worship Buddha with a clear conscience while being covered in blood?

Holding the butcher knife does not mean picking up the butcher knife. Many people cannot understand this truth. Not only can they not understand it, they also regard it as self-deception. They feel guilty and have no face to worship the Bodhisattva. So the nunnery has become a sect.

Except for every abbot who must practice Buddhism with his hair uncut and retain the last bit of reverence for the Bodhisattva, no one else in Jingyue Zen Temple can be considered a Buddhist monk.

In other words, if Master Bai Yue ever comes to her senses one day and passes the position of dean to Ji Mucheng, she can return to secular life on the spot.

Of course, given Master's personality, she would definitely not do that.

Back to the topic, when Xiang Yuan took out the token, he was warmly welcomed by a group of young ladies.

The warblers and swallows are pink and beautiful beyond words.

Just as Master Zixu said, there are too many external interference factors in the Emei Sect, and it is not a place where one can calm down and practice martial arts well.

Xiang Yuan saw with his own eyes that these girls did not close the door when they took a bath at night. It was because he was kind-hearted and afraid that perverts would peek at them that he helped close the door when no one was around.

On the first night after moving into Jingyue Zen Center, Xiang Yuan searched through the Sutra Library. Considering that he could be considered a disciple, he took out a dozen smuggled explosive books and magazines, very exciting ones, and secretly stuffed them on the bookshelf.

After traveling all over the country so many times, this is the first time I’m moving things into the rice jar.

Xiang Yuan saw that it was still early, so he slipped out of Chanxin Temple quietly and went for a walk around several nearby hills. The result was not very friendly. Except for Chunqiu Zhengqi Temple, which still had some things, the inheritance of the other hills was very ordinary.

After thinking for a while, he went straight to Jinding Zen Temple.

Among the seventy-two peaks, Golden Summit Peak is the most famous, has the longest heritage, and the most profound cultural heritage. Instead of wasting time on other peaks, it is better to directly open the best treasure chest.

Xiang Yuan has thirteen transformations of Yin Feng Ghost Fog. His body is as ghostly as a ghost and no one can notice him. In the world of dragon subduing, he can be said to have a dimensionality reduction attack. Even if he climbs over the wall in the middle of the night, it can still be said to be a dimensionality reduction attack.

Those rapists in the underworld who boast of their great martial arts skills are not even worthy of being his disciples.

He is quite confident about this.

Soon, the Sutra Library of Jinding Zen Monastery opened its doors to him.

Sometimes, being too famous is not a good thing, just like that person, and that person, and that person, who discovered oil at home and became very famous.

When Xiang Yuan was half a step to the peak of the awakening period, he could see at night as clearly as in the day. In the Sutra Library, he waved his hand to draw down a ray of moonlight, making it shine brightly. He searched around for a way to condense the protective qi.

The Dragon Subduing Realm had a fruitful harvest this time. The reason why the Wujian Demon Cult's group was delayed for several days was not because there were a thousand pigs running around and it was difficult to kill them, but because one person was moving the goods, which wasted too much time.

He kept it in mind, learned his lesson, and next time he let the pigs pile the goods together and then killed them.

Click!

On the first floor of the Treasury Pavilion, there was a gentle sound of a door being pushed open. Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the moonlight dimmed along with his narrowed eyes.

Who is it that is not sleeping at night and is wandering around the Sutra Repository?

Could it be that a thief came to steal the books?

Xiang Yuan was annoyed, but he would help others when he saw injustice. Today he would help Jinding Temple capture the shameless thief.

Speaking of which, Xiang Yuan had a good impression of the Jinding Temple because of Master Bai Yue. According to this new senior sister, the abbot of the Jinding Temple and the head of the Emei Sect, Master Jingyun, was a kind-hearted nun who took good care of her.

With the heritage of Jingyue Zen Heart Temple and Master Baiyue's martial arts attainments, there were still one or two competitors when the three wonders of Emei were selected that year.

It was Master Jingyun who overruled all opposition and personally named Master Baiyue.

Sect Master Jingyun was a kind person who always supported the younger generations. He was about fifty, or maybe sixty years old. When Master Baiyue was still a little girl, he took good care of her. He taught her swordsmanship in private and gave her a lot of special training.

Therefore, in the eyes of Master Bai Yue, Master Jingyun can be regarded as half teacher and half mother, and she is extremely respectful to him.

Xiang Yuan loved the man and his family, and after hearing so many good words, he respected Master Jingyun, whom he had never met before. He was also very happy about the Jinding Zen Temple. How could he tolerate that a shameless thief dared to sneak into the Sutra Library in the middle of the night to steal books by relying on his lightness skills?

It must be beaten into a pig's head and have a sauce flavor!

Noticing footsteps approaching in the corridor and a candlelight gradually lighting up, Xiang Yuan rose up and floated to the beam of the house like a ghost. From his high vantage point, he saw clearly the face of the book thief.

The person who came in walked lightly. She was a woman with sharp eyebrows and extremely beautiful features. She was wearing a plain white monk's robe and her long silver-white hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, with a faint luster.

Master Jingyun.

The years have not left any signs of aging on her face, but instead have precipitated a calm dignity. Her eyes are calm and deep, revealing a sense of indifference and non-contention with the world.

She held an antique candle lamp in her hand and moved between the green lotuses. The faint candlelight dispelled the darkness around her and also cast a soft halo on her figure.

Standing in the Sutra Repository, I am like a breeze that blows away the noise and brings a reassuring and transcendent tranquility.

Master Jingyun held a lantern in one hand and a book in the other, standing in front of the bookshelf and gently returning them to their original places. His every move seemed to have his own aura, and wherever he went, the place would become quiet.

Xiang Yuan stood on the beam and saw the white hair. He guessed the identity of the visitor. He was not a thief but the head of the house, who came to return the book so late at night.

Wouldn't it be better to do it tomorrow? Why do we have to do it now? What if we encounter a thief who steals books and he is a skilled pervert?
Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and complained in his heart, "Auntie, how old are you this year? Maybe the news outside was wrong? They said you were in your fifties or sixties."

Those eyes and eyebrows without makeup, and that graceful and elegant figure, to call them fifty or sixty is even more outrageous than calling them eight years old!
Tianshan Tonglao, rejuvenation?
It seems that there is no such skill in Jinding Zen Temple, and there is no such skill in the entire Dragon Subduing World...

Xiang Yuan had a vague feeling that this Master Jingyun was no simple person; his youthful appearance was secondary; the key was his temperament, his transcendent aura, as if he saw through everything in the world.

Did she also dream of another self?
By the way, I have to complain that Master Bai Yue only said that Master Jingyun had white hair and was a kind-looking old nun, but she didn't say anything else, which made Xiang Yuan imagine an old woman of high moral character and respect. The contrast is too strong, and I suspect that Master Bai Yue did it on purpose!
Finally, I would like to say that it is true that the local environment and climate shape the local people.

The climate and environment of Mount Emei are really nourishing. Sect Leader Jingyun, Nun Baiyue, and Ji Mucheng, three generations, are all tolerant and generous. He was looking down from a high place and didn't even see the toes of Sect Leader Jingyun.

Southern Xinjiang is a poor place with bad mountains and water, and cannot support people. I'll bring Chaner to Mount Emei to have a meal someday!
Master Jingyun returned the book, and holding a candle, he came to the bookshelf where Xiangyuan was browsing, sorted out the messy books, and spoke slowly in a light voice: "Your Excellency has extraordinary abilities. Since you have entered the Golden Summit of Mount Emei, why don't you go in an upright manner, instead of taking a side road?"

Having said this, she looked up at the beams, and saw nothing above.

Suddenly, there was a sound on the windowsill, and a breeze blew by, blowing open the tightly closed window.

Master Jingyun walked to the window, closed the window that was blown open by the strange wind, and walked towards the stairs without saying a word. When passing by a bookshelf, he suddenly stopped and looked over with his head slightly tilted.

"Since you do not wish to show up, I will not force you to do so. Just tidy up the bookshelf before you leave."

After saying this, Master Jingyun walked down the stairs with a lantern, and the candlelight gradually faded away.

Only after the sound of the door closing was heard did Xiang Yuan from behind the bookshelf come out, frowning: "How amazing! She saw through my movements. Is it a coincidence... or did she really see through it?"

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Xiang Yuan had a vague premonition that even if ten people like Zixu were tied together, they would not be enough to defeat Sect Leader Jingyun.

"If you are so powerful, why don't you go down the mountain to eliminate the demons?"

Xiang Yuan's mind was full of imagination. Summarizing what he had seen and heard, either a great demon was suppressed on the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain and Master Jingyun could not leave, or Master Jingyun was the great demon, the bottom level BOSS of the Dragon Subduing Realm.

Thinking of this, the method of refining the vital energy from the Jinding Zen Temple in his hand suddenly became precious.

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Two days later, Master Bai Yue and Ji Muqing arrived late.

Walking into Jingyue Zen Center, the master and his disciple were stunned on the spot. They saw Xiang Yuan dancing with a sword in the middle of the courtyard. More than a dozen female disciples were watching nearby. Some were holding tea cups, some were holding towels, and they all only cared about their uncle.

The corner of Master Bai Yue's eye twitched, and she probably realized something. She waved her hand to drive these female disciples away, telling them not to disturb Xiang Yuan from practicing.

At the same time, he took the teacup and towel.

That afternoon, Master Bai Yue returned to the mountain gate, bathed, changed her clothes, put on a Buddhist robe, and brought Xiang Yuan to the back hall, where she bowed in front of the clay statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Although he was a nominal disciple to conceal his true identity and was not really accepting disciples on behalf of his master, he still had to go through the formalities.

The inner layer of the layman's robe is a plain white shirt, which is soft and loose, not fitting the body shape, nor outlining the curves. The outer layer of the apricot-yellow robe is like a layer of soft rays of light, bright and peaceful, with lotus patterns embroidered on the cuffs and edges of the robe, dignified and reserved, holy and otherworldly.

She is untainted by the mud, and yet she is not coquettish in the clear water. She has a very powerful look, which is much more amazing than her previous gray martial arts uniform.

Nun Bai Yue sat in front of the clay statue, beating a wooden fish. Xiang Yuan sat on a cushion behind her. Looking up, he could see the pure eyes of Avalokitesvara looking down at him. Looking down, he could see the full-moon-like curve of Nun Bai Yue's waist and hips.

Xiang Yuan had a strange look on his face. He wanted to complain but didn't know where to start. After thinking about it, he decided that it wasn't his senior sister's fault that she had a good figure. It was because the soil and water in Mount Emei were so nourishing.

Faced with the temptation of uniforms, Xiang Yuan chose the temptation of uniforms. Her senior sister is a good nun. Apart from her strange physique that makes her drive on the highway at every turn, she is a textbook example of being upright in words but not deeds, and her performance in all aspects is very dignified and decent.

Thinking of this, when Xiang Yuan looks at the temptation of uniforms again, he can feel the temptation of uniforms.

When one's cultivation reaches the stage of awakening, one will have sharp ears and eyes. When one reaches the stage of building a foundation, the perception will be further amplified. Master Bai Yue could feel the gazes secretly watching her from behind, but she did not say much. Her junior brother was at the age of being curious, so it was understandable.

Since the fault wasn't his junior's, it could only be hers.

Nun Bai Yue turned around and placed the wooden fish between herself and Xiang Yuan. She closed her eyes and silently chanted Buddhist scriptures, holding the rosary in one hand and striking the wooden fish with the other, to relieve her restlessness and find a place of inner peace.

Tap-tap-tap——

"Junior brother, before returning to the mountain, I heard news about the Wujian Demon Cult. It was reported that Vinaya killed all the demons in the mountain and burned the entire Demon Cult. Is it true or false?"

"Murder and arson are truly the actions of a devil." Xiang Yuan criticized.

Nun Bai Yue opened her eyes and said worriedly, "Even though he is a demon, killing him will bring great merit, but Junior Brother has too much blood on his hands, and there is a risk of him becoming a demon..."

She didn't dislike Xiang Yuan's killing ruthlessly, but she felt that Xiang Yuan had killed too many people. If he continued like this, killing would become a habit and would be difficult to stop, and he would inevitably go astray.

It's okay, they were all killed in cold blood. He has been practicing a very evil move recently.

Xiang Yuan had no doubts in this regard. Someone had said that killing is to protect life, and killing karma does not mean killing people. Where good is achieved, there are no taboos.

Someone also said that my heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just.

Who else said, if I don’t go to hell, who will?

There are too many similar reasons. Even if we take a step back, they were all killed in cold blood. What does it have to do with him, Xiang Yuanbenyuan? The nun's worries are reasonable, but they will not happen to him.

"By the way, Junior Brother, I will go to the Emei Golden Summit to pay respect to Master Jingyun later. Please come with me."

"Ah this..."

"Junior brother, Sect Leader Jingyun is a respected senior, please don't deliberately make things difficult for her." Nun Baiyue pleaded with a hint of pleading. You must not get carried away and beat up Sect Leader Jingyun.

Xiang Yuan: “…”

You're overthinking it. It's hard to say who will hit whom!

Xiang Yuan felt guilty for no reason. When he faced Master Jingyun, it was not a question of whether he could defeat him, but he suspected that the other party had a third transformation.

Master Jingyun: My combat power is 53, and I still have two more transformations like this!

Yes, that's what it feels like.

(End of this chapter)