parentshiftbook Chapter 112 Wedding Dress
Chapter 112 Wedding Dress
Inside Baiyan Temple.
Perhaps it was the commotion caused by Fan Ning Fan Li leaving that alerted the monks in the courtyard. An old monk rushed over to check and suddenly saw flames shooting into the sky from the outer courtyard.
Before he could ask the two questions, the old monk Jingchen rushed over.
Upon opening the temple gate, they saw Lu Lin ordering people to set the temple on fire. Jingchen shouted, "What are you doing? Stop!"
"Old monk, we are from Clearwater Bay. We have come to ask you for some alms. You will not refuse us, will you?"
The blond-haired man took a step forward.
"Clearwater Bay?"
Jingchen thought that after the destruction of Cangjin Temple a few days ago, everyone in the nearby temples was in danger, so they discussed making some noise to make the court focus on the real bandits instead of their temples.
That's why they sent people to cause trouble in Clearwater Bay.
The idea still came from Fanli and Fanning.
Unexpectedly, not only did the people who caused trouble during the day not return, but the gang from Clearwater Bay also came knocking on the door that night.
After thinking for a moment, Jingchen said, "You have misunderstood. Our temple has always been poor and has no extra supplies to give to you. Please leave."
"Return?"
The blond-haired man glared at him. "I've come all this way, how could I possibly go back so easily? Whether your temple has supplies or not isn't up to you. You have to let us in to search it. If it has supplies, it has supplies; if it doesn't, it doesn't. We brothers won't take your few broken Buddha statues."
Huang Mao's words drew a burst of laughter from the gang behind him.
Lu Lin casually remarked, "Brother Yellow Hair, the Buddha statue in the temple is made of gold."
"Golden statues? Oh dear, how could I forget about that? Old monk, my brothers and I have only ever loved killing and arson. We can take two large Buddha statues from you and worship them and chant sutras every day to get rid of our murderous aura."
Huang Mao didn't see it, but Jing Chen's expression changed drastically the moment he heard about the golden Buddha statue.
He waved his hand dismissively, "Come on, let's go in and take a look. Old monk, if you dare to block my way, then I dare to send you to the Western Paradise."
"No!"
The old monk held his arm across his chest, clasped his hands together, and silently chanted the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, benefactor, the temple is not receiving guests today. Please leave."
"Old monk, aren't you afraid of death?"
"What joy is there in life, what fear is there in death? This humble monk has dedicated his life to the ancient Buddha and the green lamp. In life, I have merely witnessed all the suffering of the world. In death, I can discuss the Dao with the Buddha on the lotus throne. Well done, well done."
"Clap clap clap".
Huang Mao couldn't help but clap his hands. "Of all the temples we've visited, you old monk are the most like a monk. I'll spare your life later."
"Now, get out of my way!"
Huang Mao shoved the old monk Jingchen on the shoulder, but to everyone's surprise, Jingchen didn't budge an inch.
"Amitabha, benefactor, please return."
"Hey, you're pretty strong, then don't blame me for using force!"
Huang Mao felt a little embarrassed because he couldn't move the dust cleaner.
This time, he was no longer reckless. He exhaled loudly, gathered his energy in his dantian, and concentrated all the strength he had in his body into his right palm.
"Get out of my way!"
boom!
The dust remained completely still.
The blond-haired man's right palm pressed against his shoulder as if it were pressing against a towering tree.
An invisible force of energy blew the hems of their clothes into disarray.
"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddhist golden bell protects against evil and all magic!"
"donor……"
Jingchen slowly raised his head, his eyes seemingly filled with the weight of time. "If this is all you've got, then please leave."
"Hey, blondie, wait a minute."
When Lu Lin heard the old monk mention the Golden Bell Cover, he immediately became interested.
He strode up to Jingchen and said, “Old monk, I see that your temple is filled with resentment. There must be some vengeful spirits living there. Why don’t you open the gate and let us in? It would be good to have more people to warm up the place for you, so that you won’t be corrupted by evil over time and fail to live up to Buddha’s expectations.”
"Amitabha Buddha, if you are capable, please push this humble monk aside."
"Alright! As you wish."
Lu Lin had originally wanted to test the old monk's Golden Bell Cover, so he immediately placed a palm on Jing Chen's shoulder.
Hard.
One-tenth of the strength, two-tenths of the strength...
It wasn't until he used half of his power that Jingchen was somewhat surprised.
Sixty percent of my strength, seventy percent of my strength.
Jingchen's right shoulder moved backward slowly but firmly, and his entire body twisted.
"Abbot, Abbot, your robe has arrived!"
A young novice monk ran up, carrying a mahogany box in his hands.
Upon hearing this, Jingchen gritted her teeth, stomped her foot on the ground, and tried to push Lu Lin's hand back.
However, Lu Lin increased his efforts.
Ninety percent of the strength.
The old monk Jingchen took three or four steps back, his face flushed, and after catching his breath, he turned around and said, "How many times have I told you, this is a kasaya, not a kasaya."
"But Abbot, I've heard that monks are supposed to wear robes."
The little monk looked completely bewildered.
Jingchen sighed, "No, the kasaya is something only high-ranking monks can wear, only they are worthy of wearing it."
"In this life, my hands are stained with blood; it's already a blessing that I can wear a cassock."
Jingchen took the wooden box and opened it.
In the dim light of the fire, he carefully carried out the jeweled cassock.
With a vigorous shake, a rich scent of a kasaya, carrying a hint of floral fragrance mixed with a touch of sandalwood, lashed out at Jingchen.
"Amitabha, benefactor, this robe of mine is a rare treasure. Today, it has seen the light of day again, and it must be stained with blood."
"Esteemed benefactors, it's too late to leave now."
Wearing a wedding dress, Jingchen suddenly grew a foot taller. Her originally thin body instantly swelled up, and on her hard muscles, veins coiled on her skin like earthworms.
"Amitabha, benefactors, this is a blood robe made by this humble monk using the wedding gowns of fourteen newlywed maidens and their virgin blood, refined using a secret method. Wearing it will grant you immense strength and make you impervious to swords and spears. Please be careful."
brush!
Before he could finish speaking...
Jingchen's figure disappeared from the spot.
In front of the blond-haired man.
Huang Mao didn't have time to react and could only hastily exchange a palm strike with Jing Chen.
The blond-haired man staggered back seven or eight steps before barely stopping, his eyes filled with unconcealed horror. "Blood Refining Technique? You, you are Chen Jingfan, the notorious bandit who single-handedly slaughtered seven villages and killed over a thousand people thirty years ago?"
"Oh?"
Jingchen paused for a moment, looking at the blond-haired man who had retreated into the distance. "I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember some of my little things. It seems that you are not just from Qingshui Bay."
"The Three Swords Pavilion? You lackeys of the imperial court, your noses are truly sharp! This humble monk has been praying devoutly in this temple for thirty years, and you still won't let me go?"
"die--"
With a drawn-out tone, Jingchen's figure swept in again.
Huang Mao realized something was wrong and mustered all his strength.
boom.
With that, the blond-haired man was sent flying two or three meters away, landing heavily on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Lu Lin, quick, cough cough, get out of here! This bastard has already refined his internal organs!"
"Refining the five internal organs?"
Lu Lin's heart tightened.
Although he is quite strong and can easily defeat those who refine the three internal organs, refining the five internal organs is a completely different level compared to refining the four internal organs.
Can he still escape today?