Chapter 68 Sanyin Temple: I'd rather buy a block of tofu and smash my head against it to death.
"Why aren't you looking up? You look much prettier now. Doesn't Little Phoenix trust my skills?" Yan Jin glanced at him and couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle quietly.
Lu Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, refusing to look up no matter what. "I wish I were a dead phoenix right now."
Yan Jin laughed and said, "A living phoenix is always better than a dead phoenix."
Lu Xiaofeng took a deep breath, wishing he could tear down the Sanyin Temple. Who would have thought that one day he would taste a woman's lip rouge in this way?
Yan Jin gently lifted his chin, reached out and blended the rouge more evenly, and said with a smile, "My makeup is so exquisite, I guarantee no one will notice that Lu Xiaofeng has become a woman!"
He said expressionlessly, with a hint of death in his eyes, "I'd rather buy a block of tofu and smash my head against it."
Yan Jin laughed so hard he couldn't bend over, and suddenly missed the delicious taste of tofu with scallions.
As the two were arguing, a thin monk suddenly emerged from the path ahead. Seeing the visitors, he hurried over, his withered face suddenly brightening, and said with a smile, "Ladies, I am the guest monk of the Sanyin Temple. Please follow me."
The Sanyin Temple, located at the foot of a desolate mountain outside the city, had long been deserted. Now, however, due to the "Guanyin who grants children" story, female worshippers are flocking to it.
His extremely dark eyes suddenly swept over the two men's stomachs, then landed on the guests' beautiful faces, each one more stunning than the last, and his smile became even more genuine.
Now that we've come this far, where else can we go?
Seeing him approach, Lu Xiaofeng immediately fell silent, glanced vaguely at the monk's feet, and then followed.
The temple was surprisingly hard to find. The monks led them through several winding paths in the mountains before they finally found the legendary Sanyin Temple.
The temple lived up to its name; it was indeed very eerie.
If it weren't for the gimmick of bringing a child, he probably wouldn't have been willing to go in even if begged.
Lu Xiaofeng looked at the two mottled stone lions in front of the mountain gate, whose bases were actually cracked yellow mud.
This kind of mud...
He looked at the peeling vermilion paint on the wooden door, and as if thinking of something, his eyes flickered slightly as he said, "It is said that a wealthy merchant donated a lot of money for incense offerings, so why hasn't he made any repairs?"
He had slightly modified his voice when he said this, and now it sounded like the girl's voice was a bit cold.
The monk, holding his hands together in front of his chest, his wide-sleeved robe drooping down, bowed and said, “Don’t worry, female benefactor. Although the temple is simple, if you are sincere, your wish will surely be fulfilled.”
After speaking, he turned and pushed open the old temple door. The temple courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the murals on the walls were distorted, eerie, and dilapidated. Apart from the sweeping monks with their heads bowed, there was almost nothing in the temple.
Lu Xiaofeng frowned repeatedly and couldn't help but ask, "Why are there no other pilgrims?"
Rumor has it that even people from other places flock here to pray for a child, so why can't we see a single pilgrim in broad daylight?
The monk bowed and said, "Benefactor, you may not know this, but at the Sanyin Temple, you can only worship Buddha and offer incense at the hour of Mao (5-7 AM) every day. At other times, you must not make noise or move around at will, so as not to disturb the Yin Nu Bodhisattva."
"This is the first time I've ever heard of someone having to count down the hours to offer incense at a temple, and then being told they won't wait for them if they miss their turn," Lu Xiaofeng said, his eyes gleaming.
The Sanyin Temple is located in a remote mountain area, and people can only offer incense at dawn. In order to make it at that time, they have to stay overnight at the temple.
Yan Jin suddenly asked, "May I ask this master, who is this Yin Nu Bodhisattva? I have never heard of this Bodhisattva's name or deeds before."
"The Yin Goddess Bodhisattva is compassionate and saves the world, and can also bless believers to have many children. You two only need to be devout and behave solemnly. There are not many guest rooms left in the temple, so please come with me."
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After the monk who was in charge of receiving guests walked away, Lu Xiaofeng lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, saying, "They don't preach Buddhist doctrines, we can't offer incense or worship Buddha, and we can't even leave the house. I think this isn't a temple, it's a prison!"
The temple was dilapidated, like a desolate graveyard, but the guest rooms were simple and elegant. Lu Xiaofeng was quite satisfied with the cell, which was good because he didn't have to see anyone.
He lay motionless on the bed, his chest seemingly still.
Yan Jin lightly wiped the bed surface and said thoughtfully, "I advise you to get out of bed."
Lu Xiaofeng was lying comfortably and naturally didn't want to get up. He opened his eyes and asked, "Why?"
"Little Phoenix, you've also noticed that there are too many strange things here, haven't you?" Just as Yan Jin asked, there was a knock on the door.
Lu Xiaofeng jumped up and opened the door.
Outside the door stood a young novice monk, about fifteen years old.
“The temple observes the rule of not eating after noon. These vegetarian dishes, though simple, are full of Zen wisdom. I hope you two will not waste them.” He handed over the food and put his palms together.
Lu Xiaofeng took the food box and suddenly asked, "May I ask what your Dharma name is, little master?"
The young novice monk smiled and said, "My Buddhist name is Jingyu. I see that you two benefactors have kind faces, and the Yin Nu Bodhisattva will surely protect you."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and nodded at him, watching him walk towards the guest room across the hall.
The food box was placed heavily on the wooden table, and Lu Xiaofeng frowned in thought.
Yan Jin sat down lightly, took the wooden box with both hands, and couldn't wait to open it, as if she wanted to crawl inside.
A pair of slender hands swiftly grasped her wrists, and Lu Xiaofeng said with a stern face, "Are you out of your mind?"
Even if Lu Xiaofeng starved for three days and three nights, he still wouldn't be able to bring himself to eat the food in this temple.
Yan Jin laughed out loud and said in a charming way, "Why are you acting like a little old man? I'm not looking for food, I just want to see if there's any tofu in this vegetarian restaurant."
Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "Little ancestor, please stop teasing me."
He touched his mouth, as if trying to get his mustache back, and clicked his tongue, saying, "If the mustache were still there, he would at least look more like a little old man, and the smartest old man in the world."
"The old man noticed too?" Yan Jin asked, cupping her face in her hands.
Lu Xiaofeng raised an eyebrow at her and smiled, "Those sweeping monks all look like the same person."
Yan Jin nodded and said, "Like the monk who brought us here."
Lu Xiaofeng said, "That's right, except for that little novice monk from earlier. Although everyone's faces are very different, their figures and bones are almost exactly the same."
"Furthermore, the stone lions at the temple entrance are firmly supported by yellow mud. This makes me wonder about the origin of these stone lions."
The Snake King had said that the Three Yin Temple had suddenly sprung up from the ground, yet it was an old, dilapidated temple. Lu Xiaofeng had known the Snake King for many years, so he naturally believed that the Snake King's information couldn't be wrong. Therefore, the only thing that could be wrong was this temple.
In the past, he would never have made such a rash assertion that demons and ghosts were causing trouble, but now there was a beautiful fox spirit by his side.
With all the suspicious points combined, he was certain that this temple must be a place haunted by demons and ghosts.
He murmured, "But what is the connection between nightmares and pregnancy? I've been to Guangzhou many times, but I've never passed by this temple before..."
Is the child in Enjin's womb really related to this? This child... this child of his and Enjin's, is it just a demon's curse?
It was as if a cacophony of conflicting voices was crashing through his mind, making him restless.
Yan Jin said that this unexpected child was a calamity that was about to happen, a curse from a demon.
Only by thinking this way could he calm down, as if he had finally found the best hiding place and could gain a moment of peace.
But when the night was still and he thought about it carefully, he only felt confused. His heart told him that he had done something wrong, but his body was desperately resisting and trying to escape.
Fortunately, he's a jerk and has found the best way—stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it.
Because just thinking about it makes that empty feeling seem more terrifying than death.
Yan Jin lifted his face, her fox-like eyes seeming to see into his heart. "Little Phoenix, you don't know, there are all sorts of strange and bizarre demons and spells. There are just as many kinds of demons and ghosts in the world as there are people, and you won't only be harmed if you're right next to them."
She abruptly changed the subject, saying coldly, "For example, that little novice monk just now, he smelled strongly of fish."
Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback. "Fish smell?"
He recalled haltingly, "I did find him strange. On such a hot day, he was wearing such a thick undergarment under his monk's robe. I observed carefully and found that the guest monk and the other sweeping monks all wore wide-sleeved undergarments under their robes. Only he wore narrow-sleeved ones."
Yan Jin looked at the food box and said calmly, "It's so that the skin on my arms won't be exposed when I put my hands together in a prayer."
This enormous Sanyin Temple seemed to be devoid of any living people except for the worshippers.
Lu Xiaofeng lay down on the bed in a daze, waiting for trouble to come knocking.
So this is where all the bad luck was coming from.
He gave a wry smile. When a man has a string of romantic encounters, troubles are sure to follow one after another.
...
The night was as dark as ink, and the pale moonlight bathed the courtyard. The entire temple was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The yellowed window paper rustled softly, and along with the breeze, a series of very light footsteps quietly entered the courtyard.
That's the sound.
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes sharpened, and without saying a word, the two of them quietly arrived behind the door, one after the other.
Two fingers gently poked through the window paper, and the two squatted down to look out through the narrow hole.
In the small courtyard outside the door stood a very short, dark figure, as small as a five or six-year-old child. It wore a black cloak that covered its entire body and stood upright in front of the guest room opposite.
Lu Xiaofeng's body was already extremely tense. If this thing were to harm someone's life, he would rush out immediately.
However, the eerie shadowy figure neither entered nor made any suspicious moves. Instead, it bent slightly forward, as if paying a visitor, and bowed respectfully to the door opposite.
In about a few breaths, it straightened up and walked over here.
As it turned around, the face covered with eyes behind the cloak was exposed to the moonlight.
Yan Jin grabbed Lu Xiaofeng's hand and said urgently, "Don't make him bow to you."
Before she could finish speaking, a strange laugh came from behind her, and a child chuckled, "There are two sleeping people here."
Just as Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward to protect Yan Jin, the door behind him suddenly collapsed.
There are wolves in front and tigers behind.
The Hundred-Eyed Demon behind them shouted, "One of them will do two thousand, and the other will do three thousand! Separate them!"
A rich floral fragrance wafted in the wind, and countless petals rose into the air, swirling towards the scepter in the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Demon like stars rushing across the river.
Yan Jin said coldly, "You should leave now."
Lu Xiaofeng, of course, couldn't leave. He turned around and launched a fierce attack on the child.
The fist came crashing down with a whooshing sound, and the little boy jumped six feet high, shouting gleefully, "He's a woman!"
Lu Xiaofeng stumbled and almost lost his footing.
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Author's Note: I survived a terrorist attack: I almost lost everything after finishing writing!! Thankfully, I found a tutorial and recovered it!!!
You can't let someone else's sky fall... because you might be the next one to fall, lol
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