Chapter 110 Why, why are you still calling numbers?
That night, people who were fishing at night witnessed a silent confrontation between Buddhism and Taoism.
The big monks are easy to identify, with their shiny foreheads that can even serve as street lights in the dark.
The Taoists on the other side are diverse, colorful and dazzling?
"Master, I can't find the wooden fish." The second senior sister was wearing a hooded sweatshirt. The two rabbit ears on the clothes swayed as she rummaged through her bag, which was very eye-catching.
"That kid Yang Chong must have taken it to school to play. It's okay, I'll borrow it from the monk later." Su Yuande whispered, looking at the person who had just gotten off the car next to him. He thought to himself that the monk was so mean that he actually brought child laborers with him.
"Master, look at others, they bring such a young child with them. Yang Chong is at least sixteen or seventeen years old, so what's wrong with bringing him out to see the world?"
Su Yuande has four disciples in total. The third one is of similar age to Yang Chong and has a closer relationship with him. He is a little indignant at this time.
"If he wants to get first place in the monthly exam like you, I can even bring the moon down from the sky for him!" Su Yuande got angry when he thought of his little apprentice's poor grades. He glared at the three apprentices, "Where are your clothes?"
Why is he the only one wearing a Taoist robe?
The eldest brother pushed up his glasses, looking like an elite. "I came here straight after working overtime. I didn't have time to change."
"I'm writing an English newspaper." Wearing only school uniform and no slippers was already the greatest respect for the master.
The second sister was even more direct—"Ugly."
Su Yuande was furious. Why hadn't he noticed the disciples were so unique and ugly back at the Taoist temple?!
"Amitabha, Master Su, long time no see."
Master Fahui was smiling and very polite.
"Master Fahui." Su Yuande adjusted his expression and returned the salute.
There was a silence.
The fishermen not far away held their breath, watching the float and the excitement at the same time, wishing everyone had eight eyes open.
“Knock, knock.”
The WeChat notification sound broke the silence, and both of them opened their phones at the same time.
Qin Qinsen: Teng An will pick you up at the intersection, hurry up.
The word "fast" made both sides feel nervous. Could something have happened?
Teng An, who was at the intersection, just walked out and saw the head reflected by the phone screen. "Master Fahui, this way!"
“Tsk.”
The fishermen all frowned and made disgusted noises. Why was it this guy again, scaring away all the fish?
Teng An shrank his neck, clasped his hands together, waved apologetically to the person beside him, and quickly slipped away with his men.
When everyone saw Qin Qinsen, he had already found a place with less weeds by the lake and was directing Ma Liu to clean it up.
Ma Liu, with his legs twisted into a bow, was weeding and mopping the floor with great effort.
"Master Fahui, Abbot Su."
Qin Qinsen waved his hand and decided to keep to himself the incident of the people crawling through the dog hole he had just seen.
"Such a heavy yin energy." Master Fahui looked solemn.
Su Yuande also frowned, "There is still evil spirit. What kind of place is this? How can there be such a sinister place in Hai City?"
"Resentment is overwhelming, and many people have died unjustly. Their souls are trapped at the bottom of the lake, unable to leave or transcend, so I called you here." Qin Qinsen explained, but his eyes swept over the disciples following behind the two big guys.
Besides unknown people, there were three other disciples from Ning'an Temple following him. Some were muscular, some were handsome, and each of them exuded a calm and peaceful aura.
But it was different on Su Yuande's side.
Apparently, Tianquan Temple took his advice seriously; all the apprentices had their skins changed. Office workers, anime-themed girls, and students all joined in the fray. At first glance, it looked a bit odd, but on second glance, it felt perfectly harmonious, perfectly matching the peach wood swords they wielded.
"The disciples have made great progress. Congratulations to Master Su." Qin Qinsen said with a smile.
"Hahahaha, we have to thank Master Qin. Otherwise, how could these idiots have made such rapid progress in just a few months? Except for Yang Chong." Su Yuande glared at the little apprentice who ranked last in grades and was called to the school every day. "That kid must have offended Emperor Wenchang."
The young Taoists were puzzled when they saw them chatting. Wasn't it said that there was resentment everywhere and the lake was full of wronged souls? Why weren't they in a hurry at all and were chatting instead?
"I don't know, I don't know?" A childish voice came, with a face full of confusion.
"Look at me, there will be no delay. You guys go and do your job well." Su Yuande patted his forehead and pushed the third brother forward.
"I don't know. Follow Master Qin with your brothers." Master Fahui instructed, and together with Su Yuande, they stepped aside.
Several disciples looked at each other, and finally the second senior sister stood up and said, "Why are you standing there? Let's go, Master is testing us."
Qin Qinsen glanced at her. He hadn't had time to observe her at Tianquan Temple. Now, the only female disciple in the room was shrewd and energetic. She clutched a peach wood sword, her long hair gathered in a ball at the back of her head. If she wore a hood, she could go to a comic convention at any time.
"Come on, this is a rare place where yin gathers, it's just right for you little guys to practice." After Qin Qinsen said this, he signaled Ma Liu to spread a picnic mat in the cleaned area.
Master Fahui, Su Yuande, Teng Su and Teng An all took their seats.
"Bufang, take the disciples with you." Master Fahui sat down cross-legged and said to the muscular disciples, "Ask Master Qin for advice."
The second sister's eyes were filled with excitement as she walked at the front alongside the swift-moving Buzhi. "The little monk's name is Buzhi? He must be practicing the silent meditation. How could such a cute little monk be so depressed? I'm afraid I won't be able to speak again next time we meet."
Looking closer in the moonlight, I discovered it was actually a delicate child. It was a shame he practiced silent meditation. Judging by the importance Master Fahui placed on him, he'd likely become a complete taciturn person within three years. By then, Ning'an Temple would have gained another master.
Qin Qinsen listened to their conversation with a gentle look, until Su Yuande's third apprentice ran to touch Bufang's abdominal muscles, Qin Qinsen spoke.
"I've already cleared out and liberated the ordinary wandering souls. Most of the remaining souls in the lake are ghosts who died unjustly, and their hostility is not too strong."
The yin energy on the lake surface seemed to have substance. Hearing Qin Qinsen's words, the third brother swallowed his saliva. He had only been studying Taoism for a few years, and this was his first time to fight with real swords and guns. Although he was accompanied by his senior brothers and sisters, he was still nervous!
Qin Qinsen stood sideways and made room, "Who goes first? Bu Fang?"
Why, why are you still calling numbers?
The third brother became even more nervous. He took a few steps forward, clasped his hands together, and saluted. Then, he pulled out two wooden sticks from his clothes and walked slowly onto the lake.
Bu Fang treated the lake as if it were flat ground, strolling leisurely across it. After walking nearly fifty meters, several black claws attacked from behind.
The wooden stick seemed to have eyes and hit it with a bang.
The claws turned into black smoke, appeared silently, and disappeared quietly.
Bu Fang stood still, seemingly confirming his position, and twisted the two sections of the stick together. He lowered his center of gravity, aimed at the lake, and after a soft shout, struck out with a powerful blow.
The third brother looked at the rising water curtain that was a hundred feet high, and said in a dry voice, "You have warrior monks in Ning'an Temple..."
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