My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 377 The Buddhist community are all good people!!

"Uncle, I'm so tired, let's go home?"

Tiger's voice rang out, his childish voice tinged with weariness.

Zeng Anmin looked down in the direction of Hu Zi.

At this moment, Hu Zi's face was somewhat dark, and a trace of black aura spread from his neck. His lips were pale, and he stood unsteadily at the door.

Upon seeing this, Zeng Anmin frowned sharply and said in a deep voice:
"They were playing happily outside just now, how come they're like this now?"

Then he suddenly looked at the old monk.

The old monk's eyes still radiated kindness.

He just smiled and looked at Zeng Anmin, then slowly took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to Zeng Anmin:
“Ji Qing has an evil aura about him. Benefactor Hu has had contact with him. If this is not taken seriously, it may leave hidden injuries on Benefactor Hu. This can be resolved with medicine.”

Zeng Anmin was taken aback. He looked up at the old monk and asked:
"An aura of evil? Could it be that he's been in contact with demons in the northern border for too long?"

“This humble monk is unaware that when I encountered West Mountain, only Benefactor Tiger was there. I did not actually see Ji Qing, only the lingering aura of his evil spirit.”

"How do I use this medicine?" Zeng Anmin asked, taking the porcelain bottle and feeling the smooth texture of it.

"There are three pills in total. One has already been given to Benefactor Tiger. The remaining two will be taken over two days."

"Oh."

After Zeng Anmin took the medicine bottle, he walked over to Hu Zi, picked him up, and placed his fingers on Hu Zi's arm.

A wisp of martial arts energy slowly flowed into Hu Zi's body.

I sensed the lingering black energy within Tiger's body; it was a familiar feeling.

When fighting Ji Qing, Ji Qing was covered in this black aura.

"Whoo~"

Zeng Anmin gave the old monk a deep look.

The monk wasn't lying to himself.

It was indeed the black aura emanating from Ji Qing.

"How much does this medicine cost?" Zeng Anmin's expression turned serious as he looked at the old monk. "Our Duke's Mansion never owes anyone anything."

The old monk chuckled and held up one finger: "One thousand taels."

All I need is money.

Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief: "I will have my servant bring the silver tomorrow."

"It's gold."

The old monk's smile remained kind.

"Rob the young master?!" Zeng Anmin's eyes widened. "Why don't you just rob him?! A thousand taels of gold is enough to buy your temple!"

"This humble monk naturally knows."

The old monk countered by asking Zeng Anmin, "Does Benefactor Zeng know how precious this bottle of medicine is?"

Zeng Anmin paused slightly.

"It takes a hundred years of chanting sutras and collecting relics of the Buddha's bones to obtain this one."

"With three hundred years of magical power, this humble monk has created three pills of this medicine."

"This medicine was originally intended for Yingchen to cleanse his mind, but unexpectedly, Benefactor Hu needs it even more than Yingchen does."

……

Zeng Anmin fell silent: "Does a monk not lie?"

"Amitabha."

The old monk looked completely at ease.

Zeng Anmin glanced down at Hu Zi's pale face and sighed softly:
"Gold it is, I'll deliver it myself tomorrow."

"Hehe." The old monk chuckled and slowly shook his head: "Benefactor, there's no need to rush."

"During this journey, besides the coincidence of saving the tiger benefactor, I also went to Xiliu, where there is currently a drought and the grapes have not borne fruit for a long time."

"The people suffered unspeakably, resorting to cannibalism and selling their children..."

At this point, a hint of sorrow flickered in the old monk's eyes, and he sighed:
"Please use the money for the disaster victims."

"No, three hundred years of arduous cultivation..." Zeng Anmin could hardly believe the old monk's words:
"You used it for charity?"

The Duke's mansion is currently enjoying great success, and a thousand taels of gold is not a large sum.

"Doing charity..." The old monk paused slightly upon hearing Zeng Anmin's words, then smiled wryly:
“What you say is absolutely right.”

He gently stroked his patched monk's robe:
"If this monk suffers one more calamity, the world will suffer one less calamity."

……

Zeng Anmin's expression became dazed.

He recalled his conversation with Dongfang Cang when he went south.

"Buddhism takes the suffering of all sentient beings as its practice."

"The most famous are the ascetic monks, who travel the world in cloth shoes and simple clothes." "They believe that the suffering in the world is finite, and if Buddhist monks suffer more, the people of the world will suffer less."

"May Buddha have mercy."

Zeng Anmin, with a solemn expression, clasped his hands together and bowed to the old monk.

The old monk's smile remained kind.

He did not dodge the bow, but slowly closed his eyes and similarly clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha."

……

As they parted, Zeng Anmin, holding Xiao Huzi, looked down at Xiao Yingchen and asked:

"Aren't you angry?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yingchen's eyes widened in surprise. He looked up at Zeng Anmin, puzzled.
"How could this humble monk have broken the precept against anger?"

"Your master cultivated his skills for three hundred years, and this elixir was originally meant for you, but Little Tiger beat him to it and exchanged it for a thousand taels of gold, which he then distributed to the disaster victims..."

Zeng Anmin raised an eyebrow at him:

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't let Hu Zi off the hook."

A happy smile appeared on Yingchen's face.

The sunlight made his eyelashes look golden.

His clear eyes looked at Zeng Anmin, his hands clasped together, and he said earnestly:

"We who cultivate Buddhism should save this world from its calamities."

Zeng Anmin felt a little sorry for the boy, so he gently patted his head and said:

"What if you are not practicing Buddhism?"

Perhaps only Buddhism can cultivate such pure and innocent people?

Xiao Yingchen was a little stunned.

He had never considered Zeng Anbian's problem; his short eyebrows were furrowed together.

Clearly, they are giving this issue serious thought.

Seeing his expression, Zeng Anmin grinned.

He didn't actually intend to get any philosophical answers from a child who was only ten years old.

He was about to raise his hand to say goodbye.

But then Yingchen raised her clear eyes, and a mischievous glint appeared in her dark pupils:
"This humble monk and Benefactor Tiger... are actually good friends!"

……

Zeng Anmin was stunned. He stared at Yingchen's clear eyes for a long time.

Then he said softly:
"I brought Tiger along to say thank you."

……

The Duke's Mansion.

"Uncle~"

Tiger woke up groggily.

At this moment, the black mist had begun to take shape, enveloping Hu Zi's entire body.

It was like a thick, strong arm, tightly gripping Tiger's neck.

His small face was deathly pale.

Zeng Anmin took out a porcelain bottle from his waist.

Now it was time to feed the second pill.

"wave~"

He pulled out the stopper from the porcelain bottle.

The aroma wafted from the bottle.

It's not the smell of medicine, but a pure and exquisite fragrance.

It's like the cleanest taste in the world.

For some reason, the righteous energy within Zeng Anmin's body began to circulate slowly.

"So familiar..."

A familiar sense of closeness washed over me.

A strong sense of righteousness and an affinity for that elixir!
Zeng Anmin looked somewhat dazed:
"Back in the Jiang Kingdom, the altar on the night of the Eastern Crimson Moon... was just as intimate."

"It seems that Dongfang Cang was not joking when he said that the Eastern Sect originated from Buddhism."

(End of this chapter)