Chapter 89 Buddha, please protect your little fox (1)
"Ding! The villain's blackening value is reset to zero, mission accomplished!"
A familiar voice echoed in his ears, and Chen Yuan felt his body become light and was pulled back into his mind by a force.
Wangzai looked at the two soul fragments floating in the air and laughed so hard that he couldn't stop, completely forgetting that the second piece was obtained by his own host through a bloody lesson.
Before Chen Yuan even had time to rest for a while, Wangzi pulled her into the third world.
Is this the tragedy of working people?
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Daliang Dynasty
Putuo Temple
It was June at the time, and the osmanthus flowers in the temple were in full bloom.
A breeze blew by, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus, which relieved the anxious mood and made people calm down unconsciously.
Putuo Temple is an old temple left over from the previous dynasty with a long history. It is said that wishes made here are very effective. During the peak season in June, there is an endless stream of pilgrims.
The abbot is an old monk named Jingkong. He is eighty years old, but still in good health. His white beard hangs down on his monk's robe. From a distance, he gives off an air of being detached from this world.
He knelt on a cushion, holding Buddhist beads in his hands and reciting scriptures from ancient books. From time to time, a few women holding Buddhist incense walked by him.
There were many people in the Buddhist temple, but they all remained quiet and in absolute reverence. The only sounds that could be heard were Jingkong and a few young monks chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha.
In the center stands a golden Buddha statue, wearing a cassock, holding a Zen staff in his right hand, gold foil in his left hand, and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck. His facial features are exquisite as if carved by Nuwa herself, a transcendent and exiled immortal, untainted by the world.
Is this...the Buddha who protects Putuo Temple?
Outside the Buddhist temple, a long queue of pilgrims formed, their cloth shoes covered with mud and petals, leaving footprints on the gravel road.
Most of those who come to Putuo Temple to make wishes are seeking marriage or safety, and of course there are a very small number of people who are seeking a male heir.
Not far away, under a crape myrtle tree, a red figure was curled up.
The fluffy tail would sweep lightly from time to time to brush off the fallen petals on it.
But there were too many crape myrtle flowers. When the wind blew, they fell like a waterfall and soon covered the little fox.
Chen Yuan had no choice but to stop caring. She narrowed her beautiful and charming eyes and looked at the pilgrims coming and going in boredom.
Yes, she was dressed as a red fox.
Wangzai said that the target of today's attack would appear in Putuo Temple, so she ran here.
Putuo Temple has a Buddhist connection. From the outside, you can see a faint golden light covering the temple.
Fortunately, the original owner was a kind-hearted little fox who had never murdered anyone, and the Buddha's light from Putuo Temple did not attack her.
This body is five hundred years old. A normal Qingqiu fox can cultivate into a human form in two hundred years, enter the mortal world in five hundred years, and experience thunder tribulations in a thousand years.
Except for her, all of them are five hundred years old and can only survive as red foxes. They are unable to transform into humans and have become the laughing stock of the entire Qingqiu.
Looking at the pilgrims coming and going, Chen Yuan yawned lazily.
It was almost noon, and the faint aroma of food wafted from the dining hall.
Several monks in charge of cooking carried bowls and delivered them to every meditation room.
During the peak season of June, the Zen rooms are filled with pilgrims or dignitaries who have come to fulfill their vows, and they cannot be neglected.
Chen Yuan wrinkled his nose, saliva almost flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and his stomach made a rumbling sound.
She followed the scent and slowly walked towards the dining hall.
Thick white smoke was billowing from the dining hall at this moment, and the wooden spatula in the hands of the cooking monk was almost flying sparks.
This time of year is their busiest time.
At this time, a sharp-eyed monk discovered a red figure outside the dining hall.
Looking closely, I saw that it was actually a little red fox, its fluffy fur as bright as fire in the sunlight.
"Are you hungry?"
The little red fox cast a confused look at the little monk, and then nodded greedily and timidly, its big fluffy tail swaying slowly, looking very well-behaved.
I don't find it strange that she can understand human language.
The Daliang Dynasty was peaceful and protected by God, so it was normal for the little red fox to be spiritual.
The young monk prepared some vegetarian food and brought it to the shade under the big tree.
He reached out and touched the little red fox's head with a pure smile, "Eat, eat."
After saying that, he turned around and continued swinging the wooden shovel.
Shen Yuan was very hungry and ate the food in the bowl in big mouthfuls.
After a while, the belly became round and bulging, like a small ball.
"Wangzai, didn't you say the target was at Putuo Temple? Why haven't we seen him yet?"
[Host, don't be anxious. It's almost here, isn't it?]
As soon as Wangzai finished speaking, the pilgrims and dignitaries in the Zen room rushed out, as if they were in a hurry to greet someone.
Chen Yuan picked up the bowl of rice and followed them closely.
The stone road in front of the temple was already filled with people on both sides, looking forward to it and whispering to each other.
Shen Yuan was among them and heard a woman ask her husband
"Who is this? He comes to Putuo Temple with such a grand ceremony."
As everyone knows, Putuo Temple is under the feet of the emperor. Everyone is equal when entering the temple. Noise, verbal battles and ostentation are forbidden.
How powerful is this person? How dare he violate the three taboos of Putuo Temple?
The man glared at her reproachfully, and the woman immediately shut up. Then Shen Yuan heard the man's deliberately lowered voice.
"This person is Jingchen, a Buddhist disciple. Do you really want to die? How dare you frame him?!"
The woman shut her mouth immediately as if she had heard something incredible.
Who is Jingchen Buddhist disciple? He is a symbol of the Daliang Dynasty's divine blessing.
At that time, Daliang was in turmoil, with the Huns invading on the left and the Li Dynasty eyeing it covetously on the right.
All of Daliang's territory was in chaos, with tsunamis, droughts, mountain torrents, and plagues.
The people suffered terribly and were displaced.
At this critical moment, a wandering wanderer came to Daliang.
He handed a baby boy to the emperor of the time, saying that this was the reincarnation of Buddha. With him, Daliang would be safe and the people would live in peace.
Coincidentally, when Sanren gave the baby boy a name, Jingchen, the scout brought good news: a great victory at the border, the Liang army won a great victory!
Since then, floods in various places have begun to recede, and Daliang has not had to worry about drought or plague for 18 years.
As a result, Jingchen became a blessing in the hearts of all the people.
Soon, dozens of teams came in with great fanfare, half of them were maids and servants.
There were probably hundreds of people, blocking the path completely.
Several sedan chair bearers carried a snow-white sedan, which slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
The sedan chair is carved from royal white jade, its value is inestimable, and just one look at it is enough to daunt people.
The curtains of the sedan chair were strung with beads, and every time the sedan bearers took a step, the beads would collide with each other, making a crisp sound.
Everyone's attention was attracted by this jade sedan chair.
"Get off the sedan chair! Welcome the Buddha!"
The leading eunuch shouted in a long, shrill voice. As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding common people and monks immediately knelt down in a group. No one dared to look up and blaspheme the face of the Buddhist.
This is extremely disrespectful and will anger the Buddha, and may bring bad luck.
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