The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 108 Yin and Yang, the Demon Monk Wuhua

With a flick of the whisk, a gust of wind blew into the main hall of the ruined temple, breaking the spell and waking up all the sleeping people. Those who had taken Chinese medicine also recovered as before.

The four martial artists reacted very quickly and immediately joined forces to force the shirtless scholar to retreat. Behind the temple, the people who were enjoying the pleasure of love cried out in shock because they discovered that the beautiful lady had something more than what they had.

The whole hall suddenly became chaotic. Pedestrians drew their iron bars, and heroes drew their guns and swords, staring at the man and woman in front of them vigilantly.

The man was a handsome scholar, and the woman was a beautiful bride. The young peddler angrily asked:
"You... who are you?"

The scholar smiled without saying anything, and the woman stretched lazily. The skin of both of them began to peel off like wax, which was so shocking that it made people's scalps numb. In an instant, they turned into two monks, one black and one white.

The two monks intertwined like yin and yang, and turned into two rays of light. After a moment, they merged into one. Then a handsome monk in white walked out from the light. He was spotless, as bright as the moon, and his aura was holy and clean to the point of being a little weird.

As for the scholar behind the statue, he also turned into a human skin, and was transformed from a cat demon with snow-white fur. He walked with cat steps and came to the monk in white.

"Amitabha, I am Wuhua, greeting all the donors."

After witnessing this scene, everyone was horrified and realized that what the Taoist had said was right and they had been possessed by evil spirits.

The peddlers were scared, and the gangsters were seeing a formidable enemy. The young peddlers and gangsters who once shared the same joys and sorrows were terrified and felt even more disgusted. They could not believe that there were still men dressing up as women these days.

Even though this monk is prettier than a pretty girl, with fairer skin, and he’s a man... bah!

The young peddler and the wanderer quickly abandoned the evil thoughts in their minds and stared at the evil monk vigilantly, fearing that he would not let them go.

"Master, we came here to avoid the rain. I hope you will forgive us. We will leave now."

The leader of the peddlers tried to ask, and Monk Wuhua put his hands together, showing a charming smile, and said in a gentle voice: "Donor, you are too kind. Our Buddhist sect has always opened the door to convenience and has always been compassionate. How could we turn you away?

Since I have lent you my temple to shelter you from the rain, I hope you will be generous and donate your blood, flesh and spirit. I am willing to donate my body to help you escape from the sea of suffering and reach paradise soon. "

When these words were spoken, everyone was terrified and felt a chill.

The young peddlers and wanderers no longer had any romantic thoughts in their mind and stared at the evil monk in front of them with full vigilance.

"As a monk, he is so lustful and malicious. He deserves death. Don't waste time talking to him. Come on together."

The two heroines were extremely angry, and they almost lost their innocence, so they called their companions and rushed forward.

Swords, guns, silk and other weapons were swung at the same time, whistling through the air and hitting Monk Wuhua in the face.

Unfortunately, their cultivation was only at the third level of Jing training, and they were no match for Monk Wuhua who was at the Qi training level. The latter just made a flower-picking finger and flicked it lightly, and the weapons stopped in mid-air, making it difficult to get close. Then they flew back and smashed onto the five martial artists, severely injuring them.

However, he did not continue to take action. Instead, he turned around and looked at the temple gate, clasped his hands together and bowed, saying: "Brother, since you have helped them break the spell and decided not to hide anymore, why don't you show up and see them."

A sigh was heard outside the temple gate, and then the middle-aged monk with a face full of flesh reappeared. At this time, the rain had stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight shone through the void, part of which poured into the main hall. Everyone then realized that the master in front of them had no shadow. In other words, he was a ghost!
This discovery made them feel like they were falling into an ice cave. They thought that their savior had arrived, but unexpectedly, he was not a good person either. He estimated that he would deal with them after they decided the winner. For a moment, everyone was quite desperate.

At this moment, they regretted that they should have listened to the Taoist priest and left immediately. ———

"Amitabha, there is no traitor like you in my Xiye Temple, and I have no junior brother like you. I really hate why I picked you up and brought you back to the temple, which led to a wolf entering the house and eventually brought disaster to my master's sect. Hundreds of monks were killed in your hands."

The middle-aged monk cursed angrily, but Wuhua monk sneered with cold eyes and said calmly: "It's a pity that you are already dead and have no ability to take revenge. In the past, you avoided me, but now that you have shown up, I will personally save your soul and send you to reincarnation because you took good care of me when you were alive."

Monk Wuhua didn't say anything else. He stretched out his right hand, with Buddha's light emerging from his palm, and grabbed the middle-aged monk. The latter did not dodge or evade.

When the Buddha's hand was within reach, he saw that the middle-aged monk still had no intention of attacking or dodging. He suddenly felt something was wrong. In order to prevent a trick, he wanted to withdraw his hand temporarily. However, it was too late.

Three thousand silver threads flew out from behind the middle-aged monk, along the Buddha's hand, and wrapped around his right arm like a snake, and then around his entire body, leaving only his face. The rest of his body was wrapped tightly like a rice dumpling.

He thought he had it all figured out, but unexpectedly the silver cocoon was stretched open and was about to break. Xuan Ming exclaimed in surprise and input a trace of magic power into his whisk. The silver cocoon suddenly tightened and Monk Wuxin had no strength to fight back and even spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, footsteps were heard, and in the sight of everyone, the white-haired Taoist priest came back. They thought suddenly and realized that it was the Taoist priest in front of them who saved them and subdued the evil monk.

"Thank you for saving me, Taoist priest."

Everyone immediately bowed and thanked him repeatedly.

Xuanming waved his hand nonchalantly and said to the middle-aged monk: "Do you brothers have anything to say? If not, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and bowed in gratitude: "Thank you for your help, Taoist Priest. Wu Ya does have something to ask."

Xuanming signaled to the middle-aged monk to do as he pleased, and he sat on the ground, slumped down at the temple gate, waved his sleeves to put the table aside, lit a fire, scooped up rainwater, put it into the teapot, and boiled water to make tea.

The middle-aged monk turned to look at Monk Wuhua with a complicated look in his eyes and said, "Ten years ago, why did you massacre hundreds of people in Xiye Temple overnight? I have racked my brains over the years, but I still have no idea."

Monk Wuhua sneered: "Do you really want to know?"

Monk Wuya wanted to nod firmly, but after seeing Monk Wuhua's expression, he became afraid and was still afraid to know the answer.

But after hesitating, he gritted his teeth and said firmly: "I still want to know, otherwise, even if I become a ghost, I will not be willing to give in and it will be difficult for me to reincarnate."

Monk Wuhua suddenly laughed out loud, and then said in a cold voice: "At the beginning, I was abandoned when I was still in my infancy because of my congenital deformity and yin and yang body. It was my senior brother who brought me back to Xiye Temple and raised me. Wuhua has always remembered this kindness in his heart.

But this dignified Buddhist pure land was actually harboring filth and corruption. The abbot was hypocritical and kind on the surface. He taught me the practice method and devoted himself to teaching me, saying that monks should save all living beings. In his eyes, I was no different from ordinary people, but in fact he harbored evil intentions and always regarded me as the secret medicine for him to break through the bottleneck and achieve the Qigong Vajra.

If I hadn’t accidentally overheard the conversation between the abbot and the head monk of the Arhat Hall, and knew that the old bald monk wanted to take essence from me when I was still a young man, and then hand me over to the head monk of the Arhat Hall to continue using me, treating me as a cauldron, I would have died a tragic death long ago.”

Talking about the past, Monk Wuhua's eyes turned red, and a hint of madness appeared on his handsome face. Then his tone changed from resentment to joy, and he laughed loudly:

"Fortunately, I learned about this in advance. In my haste, I accidentally discovered the secret of this body, the hidden strength, and secretly practiced. That was how I was able to commit the crime of insubordination and turn defense into offense that night, and kill that old bald donkey with his essence."

(End of this chapter)