Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 335: White-robed monk, the reincarnation of Buddha!
Shuangyang Mountain.

The high-hanging plaque of Juyi Hall sparkled with golden light under the sunlight.

In the lobby.

There were two monks sitting there.

One of the monks in a white robe had delicate features and looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old with a fair face, but the most eye-catching thing was the twelve scars on his head.

Anyone who has a certain understanding of Buddhism knows what the twelve scars represent.

The twelve precepts are also known as the Bodhisattva precepts.

This is a symbol of status in Buddhism.

Next to the young monk was another man with a round face, big ears, a sturdy build, and a broad back.

His open shirt revealed his lush body hair.

"Junior brother, would you like to drink some wine?" the burly monk asked.

"Brother, you have broken your vows!" The young monk smiled and shook his head.

"Hey! Junior brother, haven't you heard this saying? Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart. If there is Buddha in the heart, Buddha is everywhere!" After saying this, he picked up the wine jar and drank it all in one gulp. The wine flowed down his cheeks and onto his open chest.

However, when the young white-robed monk saw this scene, he was not angry at all, but instead showed a faint smile.

The person in front of him is not his relative, but he is better than his relative.

This is the only relative he has in this world.

He already knew the burly monk's behavior.

As early as when Kuiwu was taking care of him in Vajra Temple, he had already broken his vow of abstinence from alcohol.

He was even expelled from Vajra Temple because the abbot discovered that he had broken his vows by drinking.

"Brother, give it to me!" The young monk in white robe stretched out his right hand.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The burly monk showed a strange look on his face.

“Didn’t you say that, brother?” The young monk in white robe smiled: “Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart!!”

“No, no, no!!!” The burly monk hugged the jar of wine tightly and shook his head frantically. The wine on his face was immediately thrown out by him, and a few drops fell on the white robe of the young monk.

He then said with a guilty conscience: "I was just joking with my junior brother, you can't learn from me! You are the hope of Vajra Temple, and you will lead Vajra Temple to become the best sect in the world in the future."

"What about being the number one sect in the world? I don't have that idea!" said the young monk in white robe nonchalantly.

"Junior brother, your identity means that this responsibility belongs to you!" The burly monk looked at his former junior brother with a sigh on his face.

He also didn't expect that the little beggar he picked up from outside because of his soft heart turned out to be the so-called reincarnation of Buddha.

Now he has taken the Bodhisattva precepts and has thirteen precept scars on his head.

Every time he thought about it, he found it incredible.

"Junior brother, you said that you and that guy were both called the reincarnation of Buddha in the temple. Which one of you is the real one?"

"I don't know!" The young monk in white robe looked indifferent.

"Junior brother, are you really the reincarnation of Buddha in your previous life? Is there really a reincarnation of Buddha?" the burly monk asked again.

"If you believe it, it exists. If you don't believe it, it doesn't exist!" The young monk in white robe smiled and pretended to pick up a flower.

"I hate the nonsense the most!" The burly monk looked depressed.

at this time.

There was a series of footsteps outside the door.

When they looked up, they saw a bandit wearing cloth shoes and with a messy head, rushing towards them with a golden cup machete in his hand.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?" The burly monk frowned and suddenly looked like an angry Vajra.

His tall stature, rough face, broad waist and round shoulders naturally give off a strong sense of oppression.

Seeing his king angry, the bandit immediately began to cry.

"My king, a caravan has come down from the mountain! We have been hungry for the whole winter, it's time to get back to work!"

"Caravan?" The burly monk stood up immediately.

Suddenly he stood up like a brown bear.

"Brother, how about you wait here for me? My brothers have been hungry for many days and they have to go do some work!"

"Wait!" The young monk in white robe stood up and said, "Brother, I will go with you."

"Okay!" The burly monk glanced at his former junior fellow apprentice, then nodded heavily.

After coming out of the village.

The young monk in white robe was walking barefoot in the forest full of thorns and bushes as if he was walking on flat ground.

"Junior brother!" the burly monk suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" The young monk in white robe glanced sideways.

"Do you suspect that I have committed a murder offense?"

“Just now I felt a little bit, but later it felt impossible!” The young monk in white robe smiled.

"Junior brother's suspicion just now was correct!"

"Right?" The young monk in white robe was stunned and stopped immediately.

"Some people should be killed. Killing one person can save hundreds or thousands of people. Brother, what do you think? Should they be killed?" The burly monk's expression became unusually calm.

There are many rules and regulations in Vajra Temple, and not killing is one of them.

It is also the most serious offense in Vajra Temple besides sexual immorality.

"Senior brother." The young monk in white robe muttered to himself as he watched his senior brother walking away.

next moment.

He followed again with a complicated expression.

"Junior brother, why are you following me again?"

"I believe in the character of my senior brother!" said the young monk in white robe calmly.

Then he asked, "Brother, are all the people you killed guilty of crimes that deserve death?"

"If we judge according to Daxia's laws, there are many crimes that are not punishable by death! But in my eyes, they deserve death!" The burly monk continued as he walked, "It's like a flower thief who defiled the innocence of more than twenty decent women!"

"According to Daxia law, the maximum sentence is twenty years."

"But in my eyes, he has killed more than 20 young women."

"And what's the difference between those who kidnap and sell children and those who kill people?"

the other side.

After resting, the caravan entered the territory of Shuangyang Mountain.

Shuangyang Mountain is composed of two undulating peaks.

The road in the valley is the official road leading to Dongling City.

This is also the easiest and shortest route.

If you choose any other road, you will have to take a detour through Shuangyang Mountain, which will make the road even more difficult to travel.

If it were a year ago, even though the road was difficult to travel, many caravans would choose to take a detour.

Because a year ago, Shuangyang Mountain was controlled by Shuangfeng Village, which collected tolls along the way.

If that were the case, the caravan would not have chosen to take a detour.

The main reason is that Shuangfeng Village does not follow the rules. When they see any pretty women in the caravan, they become lustful and forcibly snatch them away.

Even if the language is not polite, blood will be shed.

This also made the passing caravans gradually avoid it like the plague. Even though this was an official road, they did not dare to pass through Shuangyang Mountain.

But since last year, the situation has improved.

Because Shuangyang Mountain has a new owner.

An abandoned outer disciple from the Vajra Temple cleared out the former Shuangfeng Village, occupied the mountain and became the king of Shuangyang Mountain.

Although this outer disciple from the Vajra Temple collected a higher toll, he was very well-behaved.

As long as you pay the toll honestly, we will let you pass.

This also allowed the caravans to take this official road.

After entering Shuangyang Mountain.

Jiang Ning came to the driver's seat of the carriage where his elder brother and sister-in-law were.

This place is the territory of the big bandits.

No one knew if an arrow would suddenly fly in the forest. So to be safe, he first came to the driver's seat of his eldest brother and sister-in-law's carriage and drove the carriage slowly forward.

Soon after entering Shuangyang Mountain, he saw several pairs of eyes in the dense forest on the slopes on both sides.

It was obvious that those eyes were the bandits who were keeping watch on Shuangyang Mountain.

After taking a few glances, Jiang Ning was slightly surprised.

These bandits were different from the ones he had seen before.

There are traces of martial arts training on his body.

"No wonder Shuangyang Mountain makes the caravan ahead so serious!" Jiang Ning whispered in his heart.

From the traces of martial arts training on these bandits, he knew that the abandoned disciple of Vajra Temple was somewhat unusual.

Because practicing martial arts is not that simple. It is not just about practicing a few farming techniques.

That requires condensing qi and blood, and the body needs a lot of nourishment.

It is a problem for an ordinary family to have enough food, let alone practice martial arts.

As for those who became bandits, most of them were disaster victims and famine victims, and were even worse off than ordinary families.

The so-called drinking and eating meat in big gulps is just beautification in the book.

For ordinary bandits, being able to have enough food and warm clothes is the dream life.

However, on Shuangyang Mountain, these ordinary people who had become bandits showed signs of martial arts training.

This is a very considerable amount of expenditure.

After a while.

Pulling-

A flock of partridges suddenly flew up from the distant forest.

"Stop—"

A loud voice suddenly came from the front.

From the powerful and vigorous voice, you can tell that the person who speaks is extremely powerful.

Jiang Ning also knew something about this person from his previous conversation with Manager Liu in the caravan.

He is the escort leader named Jin from the Huwei Escort Agency, a powerful seventh-grade muscle-refining warrior.

He is also a strong man specially invited by the caravan to take charge.

As Jin Biaotou spoke, the sounds of horses being reined in were heard one after another from the caravan.

In just a moment, the entire caravan stopped.

at this time.

The Golden Escort Leader at the front of the caravan couldn't help but clench his fists to ease the tension in his heart.

This is his first visit to Shuangyang Mountain in recent years.

Therefore, he was not very sure whether the rumors about Shuangyang Mountain were true, or whether the abandoned disciple of Vajra Temple abided by the rules.

After all, to become an abandoned disciple, one must be a monk who has violated the rules of Vajra Temple.

So he was very nervous.

Even though he already knew that the abandoned disciple of Vajra Temple was a seventh-grade martial artist like him, the tension in his heart did not lessen in the slightest.

My family knows their own affairs.

Even though they are both at the seventh rank, the gap in strength between them is extremely huge.

Especially, there is a huge gap in strength between a wild man like him and the monks who came from Vajra Temple.

The outer sect monks also learn martial arts techniques from the Vajra Sect, with the additional guidance of monks within the temple.

His strength is totally not on the same level.

Not to mention that he is getting older now, his energy and blood are in a gradual decline, and are no longer at their peak.

Just now.

The noise on both sides of the road came from far away and got closer, as if a tiger was descending the mountain.

"Here they come!" said the golden escort leader to the escort behind him.

The escort behind him immediately fixed his eyes on the hillside on the right side of Shuangyang Mountain.

next moment.

A figure suddenly jumped out from a steep slope with a drop of ten meters in the forest.

The huge body in mid-air looked like a brown bear falling from a high place.

Boom——

When my feet touched the ground, the earth roared and dust flew.

Golden Escort Head felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate slightly, and his heart became even more solemn.

With a body over two meters tall and a waist as thick as a bucket, this body shape gives him a huge advantage in fights of the same level.

Just by looking at the monk in front of him, he knew that he was definitely no match for him.

With this kind of physique, not to mention that the monk in front of him is from Vajra Temple, even if he is a wild man like him, he can almost sweep the same level just by relying on his innate physical advantages.

the other side.

The monk's appearance.

This also made Jiang Ning take a few more glances.

Because this body type is rare.

At least he had never seen it in Luoshui County.

The height is about two meters two to two meters three.

His arms are thicker than an average person's thighs.

These people with strong and muscular bodies are naturally suitable for martial arts training.

They are naturally much stronger than ordinary warriors of the same level.

Just after the monk with two scars on his head appeared.

A group of figures emerged from the forest behind him, all holding brand new weapons.

"Do you know the rules of Shuangyang Mountain?" the tall and burly monk asked.

"Huwei Escort Agency, Jinming City!" The head of the Golden Escort Agency introduced himself.

"Don't try to trick me!" The burly monk waved his hands and said impatiently, "It's easy to pass through here. Just pay the toll!"

Hearing this, Jin Biaotou's expression couldn't help but turn a little ugly.

Even though he knew that the monk in front of him was from Vajra Temple, he still felt unhappy.

Normally when he traveled in Dongling County, no matter which mountain he went to, people would give him some face after introducing themselves.

After all, the boss of Huwei Escort Agency is a powerful and renowned figure in Dongling County, and he had already entered the fifth rank in his early years.

Jiang Ning stood in the driver's seat of the carriage and watched the scene in front of him quietly.

Just now.

A woman's voice sounded behind the Golden Escort Leader.

"Captain Jin, we have come to Master Xu's territory. I am willing to follow Master Xu's rules!"

When the voice sounded, everyone's eyes immediately turned to the direction of the voice, and saw a woman with a good figure, whose age was unknown because she was wearing a veil, walking out of the carriage.

"You little girl, do you know me?" asked the burly monk.

"Of course I have heard of Master Xu's heroic deeds." The woman said, "He killed Xiao Baiwan from Chenliu County with one punch, and beat a flower who traveled across two counties and harmed countless decent women to death in the street."

"Master Xu is such a righteous man who hates evil and hates evil. I admire him very much!"

Hearing this, the burly monk's expression softened a bit.

"You are a very sensible little girl, but it's no use trying to get close to me. You still have to pay the money you owe!"

"I understand! I heard that Master Xu charges tolls based on the number of people and carriages. I wonder if five hundred taels is enough for the people and carriages behind me?"

"I didn't realize that a little girl like you could be so generous!" The burly monk nodded and said, "Okay, five hundred taels!"

"Master Xu, I wonder if I can ask you to join my Su family and become my Su family's worshiper?"

"Don't be wishful thinking!" The burly monk waved his hand.

"I am sorry for being so rude!" Her voice was full of apology.

(End of this chapter)