Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 705: The Temple of the Immaculate Nun

It turns out that this is a nunnery.

Yang Yuan saw clearly that the monk who was slowly practicing palm techniques under the ginkgo tree was actually a young nun, and then he realized that this was a nunnery.

A nunnery is even better. When soldiers and officers arrive at a place like this where Buddhism and Taoism are practiced, they will be more restrained and will not search too thoroughly.

However, the little nun in front of him was a trouble.

The idea that a heroic and chivalrous man escapes to a temple and is then sheltered, hidden and helped by a compassionate monk is just wishful thinking on the part of secular people.

In Lin'an, Yang Yuan often accompanied the women in his family to burn incense and worship Buddha, and went in and out of temples. He knew these monks well.

Not to mention that monks don't want to get involved in worldly affairs, and the big donors in the temples are either rich or noble.

Especially the temples built in the city have closer ties with the government, and it is impossible for them to take in a person of unknown origin.

Even if you are a colleague who is placing an order, they are unwilling to receive you if your status and position do not match yours. How could they help hide a fugitive who is being hunted by the government?

Therefore, Yang Yuan immediately decided to capture her and use her place to hide.

Yang Yuan's thought was directed directly to Fan Qing, so Fan Qing felt it immediately.

She had already discovered Yang Yuan as soon as he emerged from the woods.

At first she thought it was a nun from the monastery, but when she saw it was a secular person, she was a little surprised.

However, when he saw the young and handsome face of the donor, Fan Qing's wariness disappeared.

This young Master Fan Qing is obsessed with looks. In her opinion, how could such a handsome man be a bad person?

But immediately, she realized that the donor had a special feeling for her.

It can’t be said to be the kind of hostility that leads to hatred or resentment, but... it’s just weird and makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Donor, why are you here..."

Seeing that this man was so handsome that people couldn't bear the slightest bit of disgust, Fan Qing decided to be more tolerant of him.

So Fan Qing put his hands together and asked him in a friendly manner why he came.

But Yang Yuan stretched out his hand, spread out his five fingers, and grabbed Fan Qing.

Fan Qing raised her eyebrows, pointed with her backhand, and pressed on Yang Yuan's pulse.

"what?"

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

As soon as Yang Yuan started fighting, he found that... he had met a tough opponent. This little nun was surprisingly skilled.

Yang Yuan's boxing and kicking skills never received any instruction from famous masters, they were learned from military martial arts.

However, his internal strength and mental skills are derived from the advanced Taoist techniques, so his boxing and kicking are now very different from the kung fu taught to him by his elder brother.

His punches and kicks became more and more graceful, as if he was riding the wind.

However, the little nun in front of him with red lips, white teeth, and beautiful eyes and eyebrows, who had just been practicing martial arts slowly under the tree with graceful movements, now fought with him with fierce punches and kicks, and was extremely ferocious.

For a moment, it seemed that Yang Yuan's movements were a little feminine, while the little nun seemed extremely masculine.

Fan Qing lived in Mount Emei since he was young and was personally taught by the abbot of Fuhu Temple.

At that time, she had just been weaned and was raised by the old abbot as if he were her own daughter, and she learned a lot of advanced Zen skills.

One of the methods she was most proficient in was the "Immovable Zen" that she was using at the moment.

Acalanatha Bodhisattva is known as Acalanatha in Tantric Buddhism, also known as the Acalanatha Messenger.

Immovable means that the Zen mind is firm and unshakable.

Ming is the light of wisdom.

The king is the one who controls everything.

One can imagine how domineering and powerful this Kung Fu is.

Yang Yuan finally realized that he had met a tough opponent. It seemed that the martial arts skills of this little nun were not inferior to his.

He had an injury in his ribs, and after fighting with the little nun for a long time, he could hardly hold on.

Yang Yuan couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed. He had wanted to easily subdue the little nun and then hide in her place.

Who knew this little nun was so powerful? This time, they could neither capture her nor leave, and they were caught in a dilemma.

However, Yang Yuan's change of mood was immediately noticed by Fan Qing.

She could feel more clearly any intention directed at her.

Fan Qing frowned slightly, suddenly made a feint, and his body flew away.

When Fan Qing's Zen shoes stepped lightly on the fallen leaves, his Zen robe was still fluttering in the air, like Lingchen.

There were golden ginkgo leaves in the air, gracefully falling on her shoulders, adding to her majestic appearance.

But when Yang Yuan saw it, a sudden thought came to her mind: what would happen if the leaf fell on her bald head?

Thinking of this, Yang Yuan suddenly wanted to laugh.

Fan Qing became even more confused.

Yang Yuan wanted to take her down, but he had no hatred or resentment towards her, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of killing or hurting her.

At this moment, he looked at himself and even wanted to smile.

This doesn't seem like a hostile relationship in any way.

Fan Qing couldn't understand, since he had no hostility towards me, why did he want to catch me?

Unable to figure it out, she asked, "Why does the donor want to control the little nun?"

Yang Yuan felt a little embarrassed: "I was being chased by soldiers, and I wanted to subdue the little nun and hide in your meditation room."

"Did the donor do something bad?" Fan Qing frowned.

"Of course not, I'm a good person."

There was no need for Yang Yuan to waste so much time talking to her. Since he couldn't take her down, Yang Yuan had decided to hide somewhere else.

Now that the other party has stopped, he can just leave.

But Fan Qingwu is just like an innocent child. Who would refuse an innocent and lovely child to seek advice and ask questions?

Fan Qing thought about it and believed it again.

She didn't realize that the handsome donor was lying, perhaps because of his pleasing appearance.

Frankly speaking, this was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her eighteen years at the mountain gate.

However, she could really feel that this handsome donor was speaking from the heart. Yang Yuan, that dog official, was a government official, wasn't he a big villain?

Therefore, those arrested by the government are certainly not necessarily bad people.

If I arrested that bastard Yang Yuan, wouldn't the government arrest me as well if they knew it was me?

Thinking of this, Fan Qing nodded seriously, his eyes fell on Yang Yuan's ribs: "You are injured."

Yang Yuan looked at his ribs and saw blood soaking his clothes. Fortunately, he was only shot by a crossbow arrow and the bleeding was not much.

"Yes."

"Amitabha, my Buddha has mercy on me. Please follow me, I will bandage your wounds."

After Fan Qing finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the Zen room.

It seemed that since she asked for it, others would agree, and she never thought that others would reject her kindness.

Yang Yuan had never dealt with someone with such a clear mind.

Obviously Fan Qing didn't say much, but when she did, people felt that she could be trusted.

After a slight pause, Yang Yuan followed.

……

Officers and soldiers searched the entire city for the murderer who assassinated General Yang and Imperial Envoy Yang Yuan.

For a time, the whole city was in a panic, with soldiers roaming everywhere, and pedestrians were forbidden to move.

One team of officers and soldiers searched the Galanyuan, and as soon as they entered the mountain gate, they became quiet.

Most common people are in awe of holy places of practice, fearing that they might offend the gods.

Soldiers have this belief even more than ordinary people. They are paid by the military, and the probability of dying in war is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, concepts such as rebirth in the afterlife are particularly appealing to them.

Therefore, they are particularly unwilling to offend people in Taoist temples and monasteries.

What's more, Galanyuan is a famous large Zen temple in Nanzheng City. Many families of officials, gentry and generals come here to burn incense, and many of them are great donors of this nunnery.

If they really had a conflict, the monks in the nunnery would tell the big donors, and the big donors would go back and persuade their own men, and in the end it would be these big soldiers who would suffer.

Therefore, they stopped after entering the mountain gate and waited for the nun in charge of reception in the temple to arrive. They explained their purpose to her and the nun went to ask the abbot for instructions.

Abbot Zhiding clasped his hands and said, "Our temple is located in Nanzheng City. Fortunately, we have received the care of donors from all over Nanzheng. Since there are bandits who are killing officials and rebelling, our temple will cooperate with the government to catch the thieves."

With the words of living in the temple, the monk in charge of reception said, "Yes, I understand. I will arrange for someone to accompany the officers and soldiers to search the whole temple."

"Wait a minute."

Zhi Ding suddenly remembered that a master from Fuhu Temple in Mount Emei was staying here, so he hurriedly instructed: "The Wujiu Hall has a monk from Fuhu Temple in Mount Emei, Master Fanqing. When you get there, you must show some extra courtesy and don't disturb the master."

"Disciple obey!"

The nun in charge of reception came to the front and conveyed the abbot's intention. She sent many nuns, each accompanied by a team of officers and soldiers, to search the temple.

She herself personally accompanied a team of officers and soldiers to the "Wugui Hall".

As they traveled along the way, the nun in charge of reception chatted and laughed cheerfully with the ten generals who led the team. Before they knew it, she let the ten generals know that the old ladies, young ladies, and daughters of the officials in Nanzheng were all frequent visitors here.

As a receptionist, she is very familiar with them.

After hearing this, the ten generals became even more respectful to her, and even walked with caution for fear of hurting an ant.

When they arrived at the "Wujiu Hall", the receptionist asked the officers and soldiers to wait for a while and went to knock on the door to ask to see Master Fanqing.

As soon as Fan Qing came out, all the officers and soldiers were stunned.

It's such a waste for such a young and pretty girl to become a nun.

However, the temperament of this little nun is so extraordinary. Although it is stunning, she is wearing a cassock and has a solemn appearance, making it difficult for people to feel blasphemous towards her.

For a moment, the officers and soldiers became inexplicably more well-behaved.

The receptionist explained the purpose of the visit to Fan Qing in a gentle and slow voice.

When Fan Qing heard that the assassin they were looking for was the murderer who assassinated Yang Yuan, he thought to himself: "He has clear eyes and a handsome face. He is indeed a good man. He wants to kill Yang Yuan. That dog official has really harmed many good people."

Fan Qing gave way and allowed them to search.

The officers and soldiers were very well-behaved. Whenever they came across a cushion, they would carefully put it back to its original place.

It didn't take long for the officers and soldiers to finish the search. They clasped their hands together, bowed to the young master and apologized, then left in a proper manner.

After they all left, Fan Qing closed the Zen door and returned to the room.

"They have already left. Please come down, benefactor."

As soon as Fan Qing spoke gently, Yang Yuan jumped down from the beam.

Fan Qing frowned slightly. He was not afraid of hurting his wound because he landed so heavily.

This person clearly has excellent internal skills, but strangely, he doesn't have the necessary superb physical skills to coordinate with them.

If it were her, she wouldn't even be able to stir up a wisp of dust, let alone land silently.

Fan Qing hurriedly said, "Please take a seat, benefactor. I will help you apply medicine and bandage your wound."

Yang Yuan felt that he could apply medicine and bandage the injury on his ribs.

The main reason is that in this era, although the barriers between men and women are not as serious as after the rise of ethics and morality, there are still many taboos.

Especially since the other person is a young monk, he didn't want to embarrass him.

However, when his eyes met Fan Qing's innocent and clear eyes, it seemed that even saying such taboo words would reveal his heart.

So Yang Yuan closed his mouth again and undressed obediently.

He untied the questions very slowly, thinking that he would stop immediately if the young nun showed any embarrassment.

However, although Fan Qing was not a wild man born in the mountains and did not know the difference between men and women, he never avoided any taboos between men and women.

The environment she grew up in had nothing to do with these things.

Naturally, the centenarian nun who raised her as her daughter would never talk about these things with her.

So she got the medicine and waited eagerly by the side.

Seeing that Yang Yuan was moving slowly, Fan Qing thought that he was injured and had difficulty moving, so he started right away.

"Donor, you are injured and inconvenient, please don't move, I will help you!"

(End of this chapter)