Fantasy: I can equip everything

"Amitabha..."

"The evil spirit is fierce. If it only harms Kuhua Temple, that's fine. But I fear it might escape to Yongzhou City and wreak havoc on all the people there. Your actions, benefactor, are of great merit!"

"This old monk, Fa Hong, thanks you for vanquishing the evil spirits!"

Chen Chuang looked at Abbot Fahong who had stepped forward and said calmly, "Abbot, why don't you explain why such an evil creature would appear in this pure Buddhist sanctuary?"

His words were quite impolite.

They're practically saying outright that Kuhua Temple is abusing children.

The monks, understanding the meaning behind his words, were immediately indignant.

"Benefactor! My Kuhua Temple has been burning incense and worshipping Buddha in Yongzhou City for many years, and we will not allow you to slander us so casually!"

"Exactly! Abbot Fa Hong has always taught us to be virtuous and compassionate, how could he possibly commit such a wicked act?"

"Abbot Fahong is compassionate to all sentient beings, even afraid of stepping on an ant. You..."

As their words became increasingly outrageous, Fa Hong couldn't help but step forward to stop them.

"It's not that outrageous!"

"Everyone, the evil spirit has been vanquished. You should all go back and rest now; there are morning classes tomorrow!"

After seeing the monks off, Fa Hong sighed and said to Chen Chuang, "Please come with me, benefactor."

After saying that, he led Chen Chuang toward the back of the temple.

Chen Chuang had previously used the Blood Demon Pearl to examine Abbot Fa Hong.

His internal strength cultivation was at its peak, and his foundation was quite solid.

It poses no threat to Chen Chuang.

Therefore, he readily followed.

"May I ask how you are addressed, benefactor?"

"Chen Chuang".

"I am somewhat familiar with the exorcism techniques of Buddhism and Taoism, but I have never heard of your method. May I ask which lineage it belongs to?"

"There's no such thing as inheritance or not, it's just that it's powerful."

Chen Chuang answered Fa Hong's questions half-heartedly, and after a while they finally arrived at their destination.

Behind the Kuhua Temple, at the foot of the mountain, a large open space is filled with small, wordless stone tablets.

Fa Hong's face showed a trace of sadness as he said, "Benefactor, the so-called Hundred Child Vengeful Ghosts should have been born here."

"Yongzhou City has a large population, and many of its people live in poverty. For the poor and lower-middle peasants, raising one child is already difficult, but sometimes they inevitably have one or two more."

"If ordinary people can't afford to raise them, they will choose a place to send them away, hoping that kind-hearted people will raise them to adulthood."

"Kuhua Temple has been operating in Yongzhou City for many years and has earned a reputation for good deeds. As a result, quite a few people send their children to us. Although Kuhua Temple is poor, it can still provide food for the children, so these children are able to grow up safely."

"There is only one thing that Kuhua Temple is truly powerless to do."

Chen Chuang frowned, puzzled. "Which one?"

Fa Hong closed his eyes, looked up and sighed, "Young ladies from wealthy families become pregnant out of wedlock, young women in brothels become pregnant unexpectedly, or children are born with disabilities."

"Most of these orphaned babies are brought to the entrance of Kuhua Temple when the weather is bad."

"Gale-force winds, torrential rain, heavy snow..."

"The sound of a baby crying was not heard in the temple. When the temple opened the gate the next day, all that could be found was a stiff infant's body on the steps."

After saying this, Fa Hong softly recited a Buddhist chant, sat down on the ground, and began to recite the Rebirth Sutra.

Chen Chuang looked at the rows of graves, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Why choose to deliver it when the weather is complicated?

Wouldn't it be better to deliver it during the day when the weather is nice?

Because those people care about their reputation.

But they didn't want the child's life.

After a long silence, Chen Chuang shook his head.

He can slay demons and monsters, but he cannot change people's hearts.

"Abbot! I have come to Kuhua Temple with a request."

Fa Hong opened his eyes, stood up and said, "Amitabha, what do you seek, benefactor? The entire Kuhua Temple will fulfill your request to the best of our ability."

Chen Chuang didn't say much, he just rolled up his sleeves.

Upon seeing the blood-red goose pattern on Chen Chuang's arm, Fa Hong immediately understood.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, you... alas!"

Chen Chuang said, "I heard that the founder of your temple was also cursed by this ghost bride. I wonder if the abbot could tell me how he got rid of it?"

"Is it a curse or a blessing? Who can say for sure?" Fa Hong sighed, then shook his head and said, "You misunderstand, benefactor. Our temple's patriarch has not escaped the curse."

Chen Chuang frowned, looking puzzled.

Before he could ask, Fa Hong said directly, "You'll know once you come with me."

After saying that, he led Chen Chuang back to the temple and into a pavilion filled with books.

He lit a candle and searched as he said, "Ever since I became a monk at the Kuhua Temple, people have come looking for me from time to time, and without exception, they are all cursed by the ghost bride."

"Everyone, including you, knows that the Ancestor lived for a long time, but they don't know that until the moment he died, the Ancestor was unable to completely get rid of the curse of the Ghost Bride."

Chen Chuang asked instinctively, "How long did your ancestor live?"

"One hundred and fifty-seven years old."

hiss...

Chen Chuang couldn't help but gasp.

He lived to be over a hundred years old, carrying the curse of a ghost bride?

How is that possible?

He's only in his third week, and he's already losing 90 points of health and mana every day.

If it triples every week, how much will it have increased in over a hundred years?

How did he do that?

Chen Chuang quickly asked a question.

Fa Hong did not answer immediately, but instead took the two books he had found.

He walked up to Chen Chuang and said, "Our ancestor was exceptionally intelligent and created three different martial arts techniques."

"These three techniques harmonize internal energy, nourish the body and mind, and delay the loss of qi and blood caused by the ghost bride."

"Kuhua Temple has two of them here. One of them is the Turtle Breathing Technique. If you master it, you can slow down the wear and tear on your body. This is the cultivation method practiced by all the monks in our temple."

"The second is the Zen practice of non-leakage, which is extremely difficult to cultivate and rarely seen in the world. It cannot be learned by anyone who does not possess great wisdom and great perseverance."

Chen Chuang smiled.

Skillful.

He possesses great wisdom and perseverance!

"Abbot, you may not know, but I do possess some talent in martial arts. This is actually the Wulou Chan Gong?"

Chen Chuang picked up the top book first, full of confidence.

What kind of cultivation technique is acceptable in front of the system...?

[A usable cultivation technique has been discovered. Equip it?]

【Leak-Free Zen Practice】

[Grade: Purple]

【属性加成：力道+30、内息+50、身法+10、气血上限+300、气血恢复速度+30】

[Special Effect: Gain perfect Inner Strength cultivation, Strength +50, Defense +50, Agility +50, Inner Breath +5, Maximum Health +100, Health Regeneration Speed ​​+10. Upon mastering the technique, one can close their breath and seal acupoints, greatly preventing physical damage caused by short lifespan.]

[Equipment Requirements: Castration]

[The hermit, observing flowers on an autumn night, felt a sudden thought arise, and worldly attachments vanished.]

[Fixing Requirements: One unit of the product itself.]

Chen Chuang's smile froze on his face.