The fat monk laughed loudly, "Haha, scared now?"
The skinny monk glanced at you with ill intent, a lewd smile on his face. "Kneel down and kowtow, and maybe I'll let you go."
"Not only will you kowtow, but you'll also... hehe!"
"This is what happens when you meddle in other people's business!!"
Seven or eight monks surrounded Lingxi, extending their greasy hands and their eyes revealing their true intentions.
Lingxi stood still, her expression unchanged.
The boy shouted, "Master, be careful!"
The monks approached step by step, their faces menacing. "Arrest her first, then we'll arrest you, you two ungrateful lackeys!"
Lingxi waved gently.
The monks' expressions changed instantly, and they flew ten feet away.
"Did you even see who hit us just now?"
No, did you see it clearly?
"No, she's acting strangely!"
"An evil object! It must be an evil object!!"
"Quickly, tell the abbot!"
The monks, clutching their backsides, limped into the temple.
The boy complained, "Master, they went to get reinforcements."
"It's alright."
Lingxi uttered two words calmly, her gaze fixed on the child covered in blood.
He was young, thin, his face covered in dirt, and his eyes were full of wariness.
Just now, the monks whipped him with willow branches and scolded him for stealing Buddhist beads, but he didn't say a word.
Lingxi reached out her hand, "Get up."
From his perspective, she seemed like a goddess who had stepped out of a painting, radiating an ethereal aura.
Clad in white, whiter than snow, with eyes like cold stars.
One glance was enough to captivate the soul.
Ayao raised his dirty hand and hung it in mid-air.
He's so dirty, he doesn't deserve to touch her.
Ayao tried to pull his hand back, but she grabbed his slender wrist, her beautiful face so close to his.
She said, "Stand up."
Ayao withdrew his hand, gritted his teeth, and got up.
Lingxi asked directly, "Would you like to come with me?"
Ayao lowered his head and remained silent.
The child glanced at him and said, "You're mute, you can't speak."
Ayao lowered his head even further.
At this moment, the monks rushed out, surrounding an old monk, and arrogantly made a statement.
"The abbot is here, kneel down immediately!"
Lingxi didn't turn around, her tone completely calm, "Mingjing, you're becoming more and more audacious these days."
The monks shouted, "How dare you! How dare you address the abbot by his Dharma name! Guards... Ah!!"
Mingjing slapped him hard across the face. "Shut up!"
Of all people to offend, I had to offend this one.
Lingxi was the third abbot of Yuanqing Temple.
Each abbot possesses great power, even capable of summoning heavenly lightning. It is no exaggeration to say that the entire Moon Cold Mountain is protected by Yuanqing Temple, and the temples are no exception.
Back then, the master was unconvinced and was beaten so badly by the abbot that he was left with his teeth scattered on the ground.
He was very convinced and didn't want to lose his tooth.
Mingjing clasped his hands together respectfully and asked, "Abbot, what brings you to the temple?"
Lin Xi said calmly, "I'm taking him with me."
Mingjing hesitated, then gently reminded him, "Abbot, he is the sixth prince of the current dynasty. He has to live in the temple because of certain matters. It would be difficult to explain if the emperor asked about it."
Lingxi replied coldly, "What the Emperor does is your business, what does it have to do with me?"
"Today, I will definitely take him away."
Upon hearing this, Mingjing immediately cowered.
The sixth prince's mother was banished to the cold palace, and he was thrown into a temple, clearly indicating that he was not favored by the emperor.
The world is vast and the road is long; the emperor has probably long forgotten about him.
Lingxi is still young, but she is more capable than the previous two abbots, and Mingjing is even more afraid of losing her teeth.
He rubbed his mouth. "Master, whatever you say."
Lingxi turned and left, saying, "Let's go."
The little boy skipped and hopped, announcing, "I'm here!"
Ayao hesitated for a moment, then followed.
When he was five, his mother was banished to the cold palace, and when he was seven, his father, the emperor, banished him to a temple, where he suffered greatly.
The monks mocked and beat him.
Going with her won't be any worse than what we have now.
The mountain road was bumpy and the journey was long, which was a great challenge for the children.
The toddler was used to climbing and wasn't tired at all.
Ayao gritted his teeth and climbed up step by step. Both of his shoes were torn, revealing his bloody toes.
He was not afraid of pain, and his complexion was normal.
The child gasped, "Poor baby."
"Master, shall I carry him up the mountain?"
Ayao refused with his actions, following closely behind Lingxi, leaving a bloody footprint with each step.
He's not a loser!
He can climb up there!
Two hours later, the group finally arrived at the mountainside.
A dilapidated Taoist temple stood in front, with three large characters written on the plaque: Yuanqing Temple.
The child excitedly introduced, "It will be the number one Taoist temple in the future, the most powerful Taoist temple in the world. It is a great blessing for you to come here."
He pushed open the door, and several transparent figures floated out.
"The abbot has returned."
"Oh, a newcomer has arrived, a little kid."
"I love little dolls the most, slurp~"
Ayao froze, then shrank back in fear.
These things are not like humans; one has no tongue, one has no mouth, and one has no head.
The child explained simply, "They are Xiaohua, Xiaolü, and Xiaoqiang. The ghosts are temporarily staying at the Taoist temple, so you don't need to be afraid."
"Little Flower just died this year, her obsession is too deep; Little Green died a hundred years ago, she doesn't want to be reincarnated; Little Qiang can't be reincarnated..."
The child got more and more excited as he talked, not noticing that Ayao behind him looked terrified and retreated to a corner.
ghost?!
This was far beyond his comprehension.
Lingxi spoke up, "Boil water, take a bath."
“I understand, Abbot.” The little boy smiled sweetly and directed the ghosts to work.
He reached out to the dirty child, his tone like that of a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Come here."
Ayao tried to escape but couldn't. The ghosts held him down in a tub and washed him clean.
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