Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 91 Great Yunming Temple

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"Giddy up!!"

East of Tingzhou, a cavalryman is launching a surprise attack.

The man on horseback was about thirty years old, with disheveled hair like withered grass, chapped and peeling lips, and only his eyes were filled with dense blood vessels.

He was terrified and exhausted, and felt like he was about to collapse.

He stopped his horse in front of a lakeside temple at the foot of a rocky mountain. Ten miles southeast of this place was Quanzhou.

Seeing the temple gate right in front of him, he dismounted and took only two steps before collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath, his voice hoarse and incoherent.

"The stronghold...the stronghold is destroyed, everyone...everyone is dead!"

"What?"

Inside the temple, a monk in a black robe strolled out, his fingers pausing as he twirled the prayer beads between his fingers.

The newcomer took a deep breath: "Qingshan, the three leaders and... Master Qiu... are all dead."

"Who did it?"

At this moment, a one-eyed monk came out of the temple.

His imposing presence, let alone that of a monk, surpassed even that of ordinary bandits, giving him a striking, wrathful appearance.

It was Yu Quan, the abbot of Dayunming Temple, who was the third most important person in Dayunming Temple after the altar master Jiang Hua and the deputy altar master.

"It's...it's the Rongzhou Dongying Gang and the Salt Gang."

Yu Quan turned around with an angry expression.

Pu Shangnong and his men number three or four hundred. Even if things were bad, surely they wouldn't have lost all three chiefs and Qiu Tanzhu.

"Has Wang Weizhi gone mad? Doesn't he know the connection between the Green Mountain bandits and the Holy Sect? The Rongzhou government doesn't care about this, yet he insists on getting involved?"

The monk in the black robe hurriedly said, "Sir, this matter is suspicious; we must report to the altar master immediately!"

Yu Quan turned to the monk in the black robe and said, "The altar master has gone to Quanzhou. Help him inside first, and we'll talk about it when he returns. Have someone give the order to send another round of martial monks on night watch."

After saying that, he strode towards the temple.

This Dayunming Temple, nestled beside Qinghu Lake, not only boasts magnificent halls but also exudes the refined elegance of a Jiangnan Zen temple.

At first glance, one sees green tiles and white walls. The wood carvings, brick carvings, and stone carvings in the corridors depict lotus flowers and clear water, or Buddhist figures holding flowers, all conveying a Buddhist atmosphere.

The predecessor of Quanzhou Dayunming Temple was actually Fashi Temple, which has always been a Buddhist holy site where eminent monks reside and believers worship.

It's just that the Zoroastrian sect has taken over its territory and impersonated it.

As dusk deepened, the bamboo lanterns at the gate of Dayunming Temple were lit one after another.

At this moment, a young novice monk came out from the inner courtyard, preparing to hang the gate and close the temple.

Just as I was about to turn around.

His eyes suddenly widened.

Looking to the side, I noticed a white figure had appeared on the left side of the temple gate.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a young man in white robes who looked as if he had stepped out of a book, standing under a bamboo lantern and looking at him with a slight smile.

The young novice thought he was seeing things.

He rubbed his eyes, opened them again, and the person was still there.

At this moment, his gaze swept outside and a question flashed through his mind: there was no one around just now, could it be a mountain spirit?

Thinking of this, he was inexplicably horrified, but then he glanced at the ground.

wrong!

There are shadows under the bamboo lantern, and you can hear breathing; it's a person.

But he really didn't see anyone come!

"Who are you?"

"I'm from Tingzhou and happen to be passing through. Young man, it's getting dark, could I please stay the night?"

Gao Yuan peered into the temple gate and said, "It's windy and cold at night. I don't care about the quality of the lodging, as long as I have a place to stay. Temples are places to guide people towards goodness. I hope the young monk won't refuse."

Upon hearing this, the young novice monk finally realized that he was a human and not a ghost.

Relieved, he immediately composed himself, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, our humble temple..."

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"I have admired and worshipped Buddha since I was a child. Please, young monk, have mercy. This is my donation to the temple."

Before the young novice could refuse, Gao Yuan took out a silver tablet from his pocket as he spoke.

Then he stuffed a small piece of silver into the young novice's arms: "If you have any vegetarian food, please give me a bite or two. That would be very kind of you."

The young novice monk clutched a handful of silver coins between his fingers; there was at least half an ounce of silver.

She glanced up at Gao Yuan discreetly.

Judging from his flowing robes and extraordinary bearing, he must be a young master from a wealthy family.

His face was full of smiles: "Amitabha, you are too kind, benefactor. The Buddhist temple is a place to make good connections. What's wrong with staying overnight?"

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At Dayunming Temple, many noble patrons donated incense and stayed overnight. I was simply following the old custom and could not be considered to have overstepped the bounds.

The young novice monk stepped aside to make way: "Please follow me, benefactor. There are still a few quiet guest rooms in the temple."

After saying this, the young novice led Gao Yuan to a side courtyard in the temple.

The temples and meditation halls are nestled among the trees, and after passing through two courtyards, one can see green pines and bamboos, ancient cypresses and orchids.

One can imagine that Dayunming Temple must have been quite popular, with its donors being exceptionally generous.

Not to mention the land owned by the temple.

No wonder Zoroastrians like to run temples for a living; they're discreet and must make a lot of money.

Finally, Gao Yuan followed the young novice monk to a spacious Zen temple.

Several monks stood under the eaves, their gazes deep and thoughtful, carefully scrutinizing Gao Yuan from head to toe.

Judging from his white clothes and slow, gentle steps, he didn't seem to possess any martial arts skills.

As soon as Gao Yuan entered the guesthouse, the young novice monk was pulled aside by several senior monks: "Didn't the abbot just say that no one will be allowed to stay overnight for the time being? Jingyi, how dare you bring people into the temple?"

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Jingyi glanced at the head monk with annoyance, then took out the silver tablet Gao Yuan had given her: "Senior brother, he gave the donation silver. Junior brother brought him from the side courtyard, and no one else saw it."

"We'll take half of it and give it to the Buddha Hall, and we'll divide the rest among ourselves."

The group looked around and said, "The abbot, the three principal monks, and the heads of the various monasteries are all newcomers. We don't even know many of the monks. If something happens, we're finished."

"If it is discovered, there are several patrons staying at the monastery. Just say that this person is like them, who came during the day, so as not to contradict the abbot's decree."

The young novice monk shook his head: "Ever since they came, the monks who stayed at Fashi Temple have been living worse and worse. Sooner or later, they'll all be forced out of the temple. What can we do if we don't save up some money now?"

The senior monks were speechless, choked by his words: "Enough, enough."

Gao Yuan stayed in the house and could clearly hear their conversation.

Then, he calmed himself and sat down to meditate.

With the "Unrivaled Mastery of the Eight Desolations and Six Directions," he had already opened up many major acupoints along the Yangwei Meridian.

Currently, I am stuck in the practice of Yangjiao Quexue.

The Que acupoint on the Yangwei meridian is a point where Qi and blood gather deeply. Once you practice it well, the entire intersection point of the Yangwei meridian can be connected.

Thinking about this section, I can't help but feel a little excited.

His decision to spend the night at Dayunming Temple was deliberate.

It wouldn't be difficult to lead a group to destroy the Dayunming Temple in Quanzhou, but this place was just one of the many gathering points of the Zoroastrian sect.

Aside from killing to vent his anger, it seems there's no real benefit to it.

If Lingjiu Palace is exposed, there will be no more opportunities to shoot from the shadows.

Gao Yuan took out the iron flute he had kept all along, a slight smile on his face.

Of the twenty-eight Heavenly King Heart-Replenishing Needles, Yan Xi fired one and wasted more than a dozen, leaving about ten in stock.

Did not expect ah.

Brother Yan Xi, even though you've been dead for so long, you're still shining brightly.

Since Penglai is also in Quanzhou, let them fight like dogs first.

As for the different methods of striking with internal energy.

It doesn't matter. Who told you Penglai to make the Heavenly King Heart-Nourishing Needle so difficult to counterfeit? Anyway, it's your stuff.

Then I'll add fuel to the fire for Penglai, and I'm not afraid you won't fight each other.

Midnight.

The Dayunming Temple was permeated with a refreshing damp chill, and fine dew clung to the eaves.

Occasionally, the footsteps of the night-watching monks could be heard at the courtyard gate.

At first, there was no unusual activity, but once the footsteps moved away...

Gao Yuan, who was resting fully clothed, gently opened his eyes.

It's time to pay a visit to the abbot!

We left the inn.

Gao Yuan aimed at the eaves, channeled his inner energy into his lower limbs, and rose several feet off the ground before landing lightly among the rubble.

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