The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 107: A man dressed as a woman, a flower monk, and a scholar who stole the fragrance and jade

Chapter 107: A man dressed as a woman, a flower monk, and a scholar who stole the fragrance and jade

It was pouring rain and the temple was abandoned deep in the mountains. A group of people walked into the main hall. They were traveling merchants, or more precisely, peddlers. They carried iron rulers and goods with them. There were eight of them in total, all of them were strong men.

When they saw Xuanming, they saluted with their fists clasped.

"Master, can I stay in your room for a while?"

Standing up and returning the greeting, Xuanming said, "I am also asking for a place to stay. I am not the owner of this place. Please do as you please."

The traveling merchant felt relieved, and after bowing again, he walked aside, picked up some straw from the temple, started to make a fire and cook, and took off his clothes to keep out the cold, revealing his lean body and strong muscles.

There were more footsteps approaching, this time it was two scholars, well-mannered, handsome and quite gentle. After some greetings, they found a corner to shelter from the rain.

The last wave of footsteps approached, and five people from the martial arts world walked in, three men and two women. They were full of energy and had already entered the door of martial arts.

Xuanming ate toasted buns while observing everyone silently, shaking his head helplessly: sudden rain, ruined temple, traveling merchants, scholars, knights, and a female ghost, and all the elements are complete.

Even if he hadn't calculated it, Xuanming knew that something was bound to happen. There were many things inside and outside the temple.

Sure enough, just as he filled his stomach, a figure appeared in the temple with an anxious look.

"Who told you to take shelter here? Leave now!"

The man who came was a middle-aged monk, wearing a gray monk's robe, with a big belly and a fierce face. He started to coax people as soon as he arrived.

This is a temple, and the visitor is a monk, who is likely the owner of this place. Although they were resentful, they still tried to negotiate:

"Master, monks are compassionate. We are just taking shelter and will leave when the rain stops."

"I hope the master can help me."

The middle-aged monk became even more angry, and said in a bad tone: "This is my temple. I don't welcome you. Leave quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for chasing you away."

When these words were spoken, everyone became angry.

"Why are you so vicious, monk?"

"That's right. We are just here to take shelter from the rain. Besides, this is just a dilapidated temple. If it weren't for the situation, I wouldn't even want it for free."

"I hope the master can help me."

Pedestrians, wanderers and scholars all spoke up and cooperated with each other, using both soft and hard tactics.

Xuanming stood up, packed up his things, and led the donkey away in a quick and decisive manner, surprising everyone.

Before leaving the temple, he looked back at everyone and reminded them, "There are many demons and ghosts in the deep mountains. Since this master has reminded you, it is better for you to leave early. Some things are better to believe than not to believe."

After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly to the middle-aged monk, led the donkey away, walked on the muddy ground, and disappeared in the rain.

Inside the dilapidated temple, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

The merchants exchanged glances, half believing and half doubting, and a little reluctant; the two scholars disagreed: "Sir, do not talk about strange things, how can there be demons and evil spirits in this world?"

The Jianghu looked at the scholar with disdain and said while wiping his sword, "If there really is a demon, we will kill him!"

The middle-aged monk was about to say something else when his expression suddenly changed. He turned around and ran into the rain and disappeared.

People had different reactions to this. Some people felt a shock in their hearts, inexplicably felt a little creepy, and had goose bumps all over their bodies; others did not take it seriously and thought that the monk left because his lie was exposed.

———Soon, a gust of wind blew into the temple, and everyone felt suddenly cold and leaned towards the fire.

A young woman in cloth but with a pretty face hurried into the dilapidated temple. She was carrying a bag and her face was stained with black dust. It looked like she did this on purpose to hide her beauty, but she didn't expect it to rain heavily on the way and her attempt to make herself ugly failed, revealing her true face. She had to come here to take shelter from the rain. The rain wet her clothes, revealing her graceful figure and fair skin. She was half-covered, exuding charming charm.

Seeing everyone, she bent down slightly, found a secluded corner, and began to pick up dry grass to start a fire. However, the flint she carried with her was wet, and the rain on her head made her look pitiful.

The hot-blooded young peddler couldn't bear it and wanted to help, but was stopped by the older peddler, who shook his head gently to stop him from helping. In the wilderness, Taoist priests and monks reminded him to be careful.

But the peddler was stopped, and the two scholars felt sympathy for the woman. One of them took out a piece of firewood and started a fire for the woman. The young woman bowed and said, "Thank you, sir."

The voice was as soft as the spring breeze, and it made people's bones soften. The scholar blushed, secretly glanced at the woman, and immediately bowed his head and said, "This lady is too polite. When we go out, we should help each other. This is what I should do."

After the fire was lit, the scholar went back and forth once, brought some food, and then left shyly as the woman thanked him profusely.

After the scholar left, the woman secretly took off her coat while no one was paying attention and put it on the wooden rack to dry. Her exquisite figure was more obvious against the wet white inner garment. Although her clothes were covered by her coat, her pretty figure captured the hearts of many people.

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The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.

Everyone could only spend the night in the dilapidated temple.

That night, everyone fell asleep listening to the rain.

The young woman who was originally asleep suddenly turned pale, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she shivered. This attracted the attention of the three night watchmen. The wanderer took a quick look and then looked away, the young peddler looked over from time to time, and the scholar walked over after hesitating for a moment.

Seeing the woman curled up and shivering with cold, he felt even more pity for her. He took off his coat and was about to put it on her, but unexpectedly, the moment he leaned over, she suddenly hugged him.

"Cold! So cold!"

Holding the soft and fragrant girl in his arms, the already distracted scholar suddenly panicked. He wanted to push the girl away but was afraid of waking her up, so he didn't know what to do.

But the girl still kept trying to get into his arms. The scholar was not a saint and was still young and full of vigor, so how could he not be moved?
In particular, a faint fragrance that penetrated into his nostrils made his mind waver, and hesitant between reason and desire.

At this moment, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Please have mercy on me, sir. I am cold."

Knowing that the woman had woken up and was asking for help, the scholar's rational mind snapped and he hugged the woman and walked behind the statue.

The melodious sound reached his ears, and the wanderer clenched the knife in his hand. The young peddler could not sit still anymore, and his mouth was dry. After an incense stick of time, there was no movement behind him. No one had been seen for a long time, and the young peddler was as curious as a cat. Finally, he made up his mind and came behind the statue. Seeing that the scholar was so tired that he was sleeping soundly, he curled his lips in disdain, but when he saw the fair and beautiful figure, his eyes suddenly widened.

The woman had not yet fallen asleep, and her eyes met his. As she waved, the young peddler walked over as if possessed. When the fish and dragons started to rise again, the Jianghu man could no longer sit still, and walked back with a knife in his hand. He wanted to remind them to restrain themselves, but he didn't expect that he would get involved in it without knowing it.

At this time, another scholar woke up, glanced at the sleeping people, stood up, walked silently, and went towards the two female knights. With the vigilance of the people, they were unaware and were easily approached by the scholar. At this moment, they were sleeping soundly with red faces, obviously due to Chinese medicine. The rest of the people were snoring, and the situation was also a bit strange.

While undressing in front of the heroine, the scholar listened to what was happening behind the temple, with a strange smile on his face.

Outside the dilapidated temple, a middle-aged monk with a face full of flesh looked anxious, while Xuanming sat next to him calmly.

"Senior, it will be too late if you don't take action now."

"Why are you panicking? You have to be more careful when you go out. You also said that your junior brother would not kill people directly, but would use a blunt knife to cut the flesh. Since their lives are not in danger for the time being, we must teach them a lesson. They will learn from their mistakes and be more cautious in the future."

When the scholar was about to attack the female knight, Xuanming took action and gently waved his whisk.

(End of this chapter)

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