Chapter 321: Ancient Temple, Abbot (3)
Why are there maids in Qingyun Temple?
A very serious and formal explanation is that Qingyun Kingdom also recruits officials through the imperial examination. Every three years in the spring, talented people from all over the country will take part in the highest-level national examination in Xiyun City. The best of the best will be selected and awarded official positions.
Qingyun Temple is one of the most ancient and famous temples in Qingyun Kingdom. With so many small courtyards in the back mountain, naturally there are many wealthy scholars who rent here for a long time.
This place is not far from Xiyun City. It is quiet and elegant, and a good place to study hard.
Scholars with a wealthy fortune naturally have high demands for the standard of living, and they pay more attention to the feeling of having beautiful women around. So isn't it normal for Qingyun Temple to "meet the needs of guests" and always have a group of gorgeous maids on hand?
It was fine during the day, but what about night?
In this small courtyard behind the mountain of Qingyun Temple, the sounds of "hmmmm and ahhh" came one after another, and the smoke of worldly life rushed against the sky, turning the two bright moons in the sky a layer of pink.
Lu Yi listened quietly to the movements around him.
Not far from his three-story courtyard, in a courtyard surrounded by rotten peach blossoms, Abbot Fajing was explaining Buddhism to three great donors.
The common currency of Qingyun State is a coin made of gold and copper, called "Yunqian". The purchasing power of each Yunqian is extremely amazing. One coin can buy 150 kilograms of rice.
These three great donors were all beautiful women just over 30 years old. Every year they offered no less than 100,000 coins each for incense, oil, and food to Qingyun Temple, as well as monk robes, boots, and other items to the senior and junior monks.
With such a great donor, it is no wonder that Abbot Fajing works tirelessly day and night to spread the Dharma.
Listening to the crisp and dense applause coming from the courtyard next door, Lu Yi shook his head and glanced at a group of maids in front of him with gloomy eyes and faint green light. He coughed lightly, waved his hand, and drove the maids out.
Suddenly, a cat-like gentle cry was heard outside Lu Yi's courtyard.
Seven or eight handsome young scholars dressed in white, accompanied by a dozen maids, were outside Lu Yi's yard, in the bamboo forest. They had spread a thick and were doing something unspeakable under the tent.
Veins on Lu Yi's forehead throbbed, and he resisted the urge to throw out his diamond sword to smash those guys to death.
"Buddha, please have mercy on me!" Lu Yi sighed.
The thousands of single-family houses in the valley are transformed into brothels in the secular world at night... The top girls in the brothels will play the piano, compose poems, drink tea and taste wine in a polite manner before going straight to the main show.
As for the mountain behind Qingyun Temple... there is no protection at all. As soon as night falls, the wind and rain will come, without any shelter at all.
During the day, the young monk who was sent to serve Lu Yi said to Lu Yi in a sneaky way that there were nearly a hundred powerful ladies of Qingyun Kingdom who had rented the courtyard in the back mountain for a long time. They often came to live in the back mountain to "cultivate their minds and cultivate their character."
The young monk called out a dozen names like reading a menu, all of whom were the wives of some of the most powerful and influential ministers in Qingyun Kingdom. He said that these were noble ladies who were currently "recuperating" in the back mountain, and they were the most "respectful" believers of "Buddha and monks", and generous donors who were willing to "give away everything".
If Lu Yu is interested... the little monk can invite them over and talk about Buddhism with him.
In response, Lu Yi was speechless and could only slap the little monk's bald head twice and drive them away.
"I have to restore order to this Qingyun Temple and eliminate the evil spirits." Lu Yi muttered to himself in a low voice: "Tomorrow, I will let Ah Hu and the others come in as my followers, and then, we will seize this Qingyun Temple by force."
"Fajing and Faming are too enthusiastic towards me. As the saying goes, one must be courteous to a virtuous person in order to gain something. These two thieves and bald guys don't look like good people."
Lu Yi listened attentively to the increasingly dense and loud applause from the next courtyard, and sighed: "They are definitely not good people."
Just as he was sighing, Lu Yi's spiritual power sensed a slight movement at the edge of the back mountain.
He was stunned for a moment, then called the young monk who was serving outside, and said that he was going out to "walk the dog" and "walk the bird". Then he took his Zen stick and walked out of the yard openly, taking Da Huang and the big parrot with him, and walked towards the place where he felt the movement with his head held high.
The young monk swallowed his saliva, looked at Da Huang who was standing beside Lu Yi and was more majestic than an ordinary calf, then looked at the big parrot who was standing on Lu Yi's shoulder, with its flaming feathers swaying as it looked around, and followed Lu Yi in a hurry.
There is a stone-paved path in the valley.
Branching roads pass through flowers and woods and lead to houses.
Four young monks followed Lu Yi, pointing at the houses along the way and introducing the identities of the residents living in the courtyards.
The wife of a certain minister, the concubine of a certain prince, the principal wife of a certain wealthy man, the concubine of a certain landlord, and so on... Some courtyards are rented by wealthy scholars, certain "talented men", certain "famous men", and so on.
Some of the scholars were familiar with certain ladies and they would often gather here to discuss literature, feast and sing. There were countless such elegant and literary activities.
As Lu Yi listened to the introduction of the four young monks, he felt that this place was in a mess, extremely chaotic, simply... full of filth and foul smell. If Lu Yi were the Buddha, a bolt of lightning would really come down from the sky and raze the Qingyun Temple to the ground.
"So, no matter what I do here, I won't feel guilty." Lu Yi held the Zen stick and walked forward step by step, calculating with great determination in his heart.
For example, all monks like Fajing and Faming were transformed into Dharma-protecting Taoist soldiers...
Lu Yi's residence was originally close to the end of the valley. Not far along the stone road, there was a dense pine forest in front of him. Behind the pine forest that stretched for several miles was a mountain that looked like a screen.
In the night, the mountains glowed faintly yellow.
Lu Yu's eyes sparkled, and he could see the 10,000-character Buddhist seals as big as water jars among the peaks. In that mountain, there must be a Buddhist prohibition set up by Qingyun Temple.
Lu Yi jumped up , stood on the top of a big pine tree, and looked towards the mountains.
In that mountain, more than a dozen figures in wide robes were furtively fiddling with something. They burned a few pieces of talisman paper, emitting a bright white light that fixed the Buddha seal in a mountain, and then took out a white jade needle more than a foot long, gently pushed it forward, and a white light shot out, penetrating the invisible barrier on the mountain.
More than a dozen figures followed the gap created by the long white jade needle and gently slipped into the valley behind Qingyun Temple.
They floated lightly down from the mountain peak that was hundreds of feet high, and ran quickly towards the valley along the pine forest.
From a distance, Lu Yi heard someone's low voice saying, "Remember, the youngest daughter of the Grand Duke's son-in-law, Princess Jincheng, in the Jinfeng Courtyard is our real target today... We must strike her with one strike, and let her essence dissipate, so that she will look like she died of debauchery."
"Except for Princess Jincheng, no one else should move. Remember this!"
"The residents of this valley are all our future benefactors. If one more person dies or is injured, it will be a huge loss."
Lu Yi's face twitched.
'Future great donor'?
Only kill Princess Jincheng?
Why does this feel like a frame-up? And vaguely, a sense of commercial competition?
Two bright moons were shining high in the sky, and the visibility in the forest was quite good. Lu Yi saw that the dozen or so figures were wearing monk's robes, monk's boots, and their scalps were also smooth.
The gleaming weapons in their hands were all standard swords.
As they walked, water clouds condensed under their feet, and every step they took transformed into a lotus shape the size of a sea bowl.
There is no way to escape this, this group of guys are also Buddhist monks.
However, they broke into the back mountain of Qingyun Temple in the middle of the night and tried to commit the despicable act of murder and framing.
Lu Yi shook his head and said softly, "Go."
Da Huang rushed out silently, and came quietly behind the group of people under the cover of the woods. He opened his mouth and bit the heel of a bald man who was following behind.
With a howl, bones shattered like tofu dregs, and Da Huang killed two or three bald men at the rear with just a few bites. Then the barking of dogs sounded like thunder, and the "woof woof woof" shattered the "sound of wind and rain" of Qingyun Temple.
The big parrot soared into the sky, adapting to the environment of Yuanlingtian. It flapped its wings and screamed in the air, "There's a fire, there's a thief, there's a fire, there's a thief... There's murder and arson! The baldy is killing people!"
As the big parrot shouted, bits of fire fell from the sky, and suddenly dozens of big pine trees in the pine forest were like torches soaked in oil, burning fiercely in an instant.
The figures of a dozen bald men who were caught off guard were exposed in the firelight, and were clearly visible.
From all directions, the shouts of the monks from Qingyun Temple were heard.
Not long after, a group of disheveled monks, some of whom had traces of rouge on their bald heads, rushed out from various courtyards with various weapons in hand and quickly surrounded them.
A dozen bald men who had left their mark turned around and walked away, trying to escape.
But Lu Yi jumped down from the treetop holding a Zen stick, opened his arms and blocked the way of the group of people: "Everyone, since you are here, please tell me what you want to do... In the middle of the night..."
Lu Yi raised his head, looked at the sky, and shook his head: "Well, anyway, you sneaked in so sneakily in the middle of the night, you must be a traitor or a thief... What do you want to do?"
Lu Yi looked at this group of 'colleagues' with curiosity.
These guys are obviously monks too.
Several monks whose heels were bitten by Da Huang cried out in pain. The leader, a burly man who was over nine feet eight inches tall, shouted loudly, waved his sword with both hands, and chopped down at Lu Yi with a flash of cold light.
From a distance, Fajing's roar came: "Fahai, be careful!"
'bite'!
The sword hit Lu Yi's forehead, sparks flew, and a fist-sized gap appeared on the blade of the sword, but there was not even a trace left on Lu Yi's forehead.
"My Buddha...have mercy on me!" Fajing's surprised and happy voice came from afar.
