The status of Baoxiang Temple plummeted in the hearts of the people, and the monks in the temple would sometimes be looked down upon when they went down the mountain to buy something.
Abbot Wuxiang's face was solemn. This was the consequence of doing bad things.
Dongfang Ninghe couldn't help but sigh when he learned about the whole thing.
But the price behind this infatuation is too high. If he does not show a stance, Baoxiang Temple will be ridiculed by the world, and even he, the emperor, will probably be scolded.
"Wu Chen has violated the precept against killing and should be executed according to the law." Dongfang Ninghe lowered his brows and burned incense to the largest Buddha statue in the hall.
Abbot Wuxiang twirled his Buddhist beads, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and looked up at the Buddha statue.
The Buddha statue has drooping eyebrows and half-closed eyes, showing a look of compassion.
But now he closed his eyes completely, and tears flowed from the corner of his left eye.
Wuxiang was shocked and twisted the Buddhist beads faster and faster, but he didn't know whether the beads were too old or had been eaten by insects. The string suddenly broke and the whole string of Buddhist beads fell to the ground and scattered.
The crisp sound was particularly abrupt in the hall.
Abbot Wuxiang rarely panicked like this. Dongfang Ninghe had to look at him, but saw that he was reciting Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed again.
Dongfang Ninghe had an idea in his mind, which made him look up at the Buddha.
So when he looked up, he saw the Buddha statue crying. He seemed to understand Wuxiang's abnormality. Waves of sorrow surged in his heart, and tears flowed down his face unconsciously.
When Wuxiang opened his eyes and looked at the Buddha statue again, the statue had returned to its previous appearance, as if closing its eyes and shedding tears was just his illusion.
On the day Wu Chen was beheaded at the Meridian Gate, the originally clear sky suddenly became overcast, and in the blink of an eye it began to rain heavily.
The onlookers hid under the eaves of the nearby shops, but no one left.
A monk being beheaded was unheard of and unseen. This was the first time.
Everyone knows the monk's background and the bad things he has done.
However, few people mention his experience with the carp spirit.
Because in the minds of the people, this is a taboo.
How come love between a human and a demon isn't a taboo?
Wu Chen was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. When he lowered his head, the scar on his head was clearly visible.
Monks who have violated the precepts against killing and sex are no longer accepted by Bodhisattvas.
Su Jiaojiao leaned against the tree and looked up. There were some vague outlines among the layers of dark clouds.
She squinted her eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was a statue of Guanyin hidden in the clouds.
Guanyin held the treasure bottle in one hand and raised a willow branch in the other, and the rain fell even harder.
Mortals cannot see Guanyin with their naked eyes, but they only feel that the rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is going to wash away all the sins in this world.
The executioner raised his knife and Wu Chen's head fell from his neck. It rolled several times on the ground washed clean by rain before stopping.
The rain and blood merged into streams that flowed underground.
The onlookers finally felt relieved. At this time, they seemed to have forgotten that they had been protected by Baoxiang Temple since ancient times.
They accused the carp spirit and monk Wuchen of doing evil, as if they were the extremely righteous party.
Su Jiaojiao saw a golden light floating straight up into the sky from Wuchen's corpse, and then disappearing into layers of dark clouds until she could no longer see it.
Dongfang Ninghe followed the monks in Baoxiang Temple to chant scriptures for seven days and seven nights, just so that the dead could be reborn with peace of mind.
The people all remembered the kindness of Dongfang Ninghe, and some of them spontaneously climbed the mountain to Baoxiang Temple in the rain, donated incense oil, and chanted Buddhist scriptures to pray for the dead.
On the day it ended, the sky finally cleared up. A dazzling ray of light shone through the sky, illuminating the world shrouded in clouds and mist.
Dongfang Ninghe slowly stood up with the help of Eunuch Yu, moved his stiff neck and body, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name in front of the Buddha statue.
After seven days and seven nights of scripture baptism, he felt that he had some Buddha nature in him.
Su Jiaojiao finally remembered where the smell she had smelled on the headless male corpse came from.
That's sandalwood.
The small house was not far from Baoxiang Temple, and Wu Chen often went in and out, so it was normal for it to be contaminated with the scent of sandalwood.
"Your Majesty, should we go back?" During this trip, she lost her demon pill and destroyed her cultivation. It was a heavy loss.
She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would lose her life.
"It's almost time. Say goodbye to the old monk and leave." Ye Jiuli felt that the evil spirit around him had dissipated, and it was time for him to go back.
When did Ye Jiuli become so sentimental?
Do you have to say goodbye to people before leaving?
But Su Jiaojiao soon found out why.
Just as night fell, a young monk went to call Abbot Wuxiang for dinner, but found that he had passed away.
Everyone in the temple was crying bitterly.
"Old monk, I already know." Ye Jiuli's eyes showed no sadness or joy. After he finished speaking, he was silent for a long time.
The next abbot has been selected. He is the eldest disciple of Abbot Wuxiang, a chubby monk named Mingkong.
Wuxiang once said that if he died, he would definitely tell him.
What he said came true.
Now he didn't need to say it himself, Ye Jiuli already knew it.
Dongfang Ninghe didn't need to say goodbye, as he would know about Abbot Wuxiang tomorrow.
Su Jiaojiao followed Ye Jiuli out of the mortal world and arrived at the palace of the demon world in the blink of an eye.
Ye Jiuli disappeared as soon as he came back. Su Jiaojiao knew that he must have gone out to do something busy, so she went back to her bedroom to rest.
The gauze curtains fluttered in the wind, and the stone bed was covered with soft bedding that smelled of sunshine. The pair of red candles had been extinguished, and a pile of wax had accumulated underneath.
Everything is still the same as when I left that night.
"My Queen! You're finally back!" When the fox spirit Lingling who came with the dowry saw her, she ran over in surprise.
"Well, I'm back." Su Jiaojiao felt very cordial when she saw her, as if the traveler's heart had suddenly landed.
Lingling helped her sit down on the stone bench and started talking about what had happened in the past few days when she and Ye Jiuli were away.
"You don't know! The day after you left, Empress Si Yue was found dead in her own palace by the high priest!"
"Empress Si Xing is here too. She's Empress Si Yue's younger sister. She's here to take Empress Si Yue's place and become the Demon King's concubine!"
"However, in my opinion, Your Majesty, you are more beautiful than both Madams Si Xing and Si Yue! You are the most beautiful fairy in the demon world!"
In Lingling's opinion, no one can compare to Su Jiaojiao.
She is so delicate and charming, and has such a nice voice that any man would fall in love with her at first sight.
Lingling had no idea that Su Jiaojiao no longer had her demon core and her cultivation had been greatly reduced.
Now he's a little piece of trash.
Towards evening, Su Jiaojiao was called over by Ye Jiuli again.
She was wearing a heavy and complicated dark red long-tailed dress, barefoot, and walked slowly into everyone's sight.
The people who were originally noisy seemed to be muted the moment they saw her.
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