monk on the mountain tiger on the mountain

The matter of Wuyuan is still not made public.

Those who knew about this matter took the lead and broke into Wuyuan's Zen room carelessly, and witnessed Wuyuan's breaking precepts Wudao and other elders.Wudao spread this matter among the elders under the banner of "discussing the disposal of Wuyuan", so all the elders knew about it.Wudao was the only one who broke into Wuyuan's house that day. He followed him to Wuyuan's house. The disciples waiting outside did not see the scene of Wuyuan's breach of precepts, but heard a few ambiguous noises outside the door. There was a gasp, and a person's name was still unclear.After catching Wuyuan breaking the precepts and going out, he immediately ordered them not to spread it out, otherwise they would be expelled from the mountain gate.So not many people know about it, and among those who don't know about it, there is Deqing.

Wu Yuan was imprisoned in the thinking room all day long, and he had one meal a day, with leftover porridge and light soup, and he was worried about food and clothing.The environment of the thought room is extremely poor. It is said to be a "room", but it is actually similar to a dungeon, separated by iron railings.It was dim, cold and damp, with only a dilapidated straw mat and no other daily necessities.

But he didn't care. In order to reduce physical exertion, he sat cross-legged on the straw mat and meditated. As for what he was thinking about, it was nothing more than whether Deqing was doing well, whether Deqing missed him, and so on.

In order to deceive others, several elders took turns to deliver food to Wuyuan every day, and every day when the disciples were asleep and the night was quiet.

Every time Wuyuan would ask his juniors when they brought meals: "Is Deqing okay?"

The elders seemed to be in collusion. Every time they were asked, they would only reply perfunctorily: "He is fine, don't worry."

But whether Deqing's life is really good or not, none of them will care.

Once or twice, Wuyuan would still believe it, but after the third time, these juniors still gave the same answer, which made Wuyuan wonder if the juniors were lying to him. In order to test the authenticity of what the juniors said, he would still Ask about the details of Deqing's life, for example, what is the main task of the day, whether his cultivation has improved, and whether he is getting enough to eat every day.

But every time when he asked a few more questions, his juniors would put on an expression of bitterness and hatred, and say, "Senior brother, don't forget why you entered the contemplation room and why What is your task in the room of reflection! How did you degenerate to only care about a nameless little disciple every day? Don’t forget that you were once the abbot of the entire temple! Why don’t you care about other disciples? Where did it attract you so much, make you break the precepts, willingly give up the position of abbot, suffer and suffer in this poor place, and don't let him know, but you care about him so much?"

Wuyuan lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I won't ask any more questions. Let's stop here."

For the next month, Wuyuan didn't ask anything about Deqing anymore, or rather, he didn't say a word at all.Even if his juniors talk to him, he still keeps silent.After eating, he pushed the utensils out of the door and let the younger brother who was waiting outside take them away. Without saying a word, he dragged himself back to the straw mat and sat down, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

For several days in a row, the elders saw that Wuyuan had no spirit in his eyes all day long, decadent and depraved, and gradually no longer took Wuyuan seriously, and did not go to deliver the food in person, but called the two parties involved, and they were outside the door that day. Two of the group of disciples who heard the voice in the room went to see him off.

One day, Dewang, a disciple of Wudao Sect, came to deliver food to Wuyuan. Just as he put the bowl on the ground, someone inside the iron railing suddenly grabbed his wrist. With a shake of his hand, the bowl was knocked over, and the porridge in the bowl spilled. all over the place.

Dewang is also a sensible person, I heard from his master that Wuyuan was sent to the contemplation room for violating the temple regulations, and he was required to deliver food to Wuyuan, but after seeing Wuyuan, he didn't say much, and he couldn't wait too long. Long.

That disciple also closely followed his master's advice, never said much, never asked much, put down the bowl and left, and when another disciple Desheng came to deliver the meal the next day, he took back the previous day's bowl.

However, on this day, the incident happened suddenly. Wuyuan, who used to be lifeless, suddenly rushed over like a beast and grabbed himself. I really don't know how someone who hasn't eaten seriously for a month can be so powerful grip strength.

"Don't be afraid! Don't go yet, I have something to ask you." Wu Yuan's voice was hoarse, but his eyes were deep and bottomless, like the sharpness of an eagle hovering in the sky when it finds its prey.

"Master...disciple, don't talk too much. I have to go back quickly."

Dewang's voice trembled, trying to retract his hand.Since he was not mentally prepared when Wu Yuan grabbed his wrist, he "thumped" and knelt down in front of the iron railing, unable to use all his strength.

"Just a moment. Let me ask you, do you know Deqing? How is he doing recently? Have the elders made things difficult for him?" Wuyuan asked anxiously.

"I... I don't know!" De Wang's eyes were erratic, he didn't dare to look at Wu Yuan, he was still trying to break free from Wu Yuan's imprisonment.

"You know! You know! Why didn't you tell me!" Wu Yuan gripped the disciple's hand harder and growled angrily in a low voice.

Dewang shed physical tears in pain, and begged for mercy: "The disciple said the disciple said! Let go!"

Wu Yuan withdrew his hand, Dewang rubbed his sore wrist, said "he is in danger", and ran away like a jerk, leaving Wu Yuan with a frightened look on his shoulders for Deqing.

——Deqing...don't worry about anything!

Until the second night, when another disciple Desheng came over to deliver food, Wuyuan sat on the straw mat worriedly, without a drop of water or a bite of food all day.

The disciple walked up to the iron railing and felt something strange under his feet, which was sticky. He squatted down and took a closer look. It was the porridge that had been spilled all over the floor yesterday. Hearing a "bang", he raised his head suddenly in fright, looking for the source of the sound.

With the help of the dim light, he found that the person behind the iron railing, who was sitting upright just now, was gone.

"Master? Are you there? Just call me back!" The disciple tried to call out to the inside.

The result is no sound.

That disciple also heard from his master that his uncle can't speak or respond to anyone now, so he doesn't care too much. After all, no matter how advanced his cultivation base is, he is still a mortal with a physical body. Could it be that he can teleport or escape from the ground? .

So the disciple let out a soft "hum" and lifted his legs to leave.

But at this moment, there was a painful cracking sound from inside the iron railing, the disciple wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, and continued walking outside, turning a deaf ear to Wu Yuan's crackling sound.

"Wait...don't go...I'm bleeding, can you help me bandage it?" Wu Yuan said weakly.

That disciple was about to walk out of this gloomy place, but he was stopped by Wuyuan, stopped, thought for a while, turned back to Wuyuan's room with a "tsk", and said in a bad tone: "Then you Just bear with it for a while, and I will report to Master, and I will come again if Master says it’s okay.”

"Thank you..."

The disciple hummed, turned and left.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you break your head? It made me stay up all night to visit you, brother."

Wudao, the elder who broke into Wuyuan's house without authorization and saw that scene that day, came to Wuyuan's room of thought, at first he seemed concerned, but in fact he ridiculed him for a while before asking his disciple to bandage Wuyuan's wound .

"Let the younger brother bother you." Wuyuan raised his eyes feebly and looked at his younger brother Wudao.

Wudao yawned lazily, glanced at Wuyuan, and said: "Senior brother, then you should rest early after bandaging your head, and don't toss about it anymore, it's not good for the wound. Besides, next time you might not do it again." I've dealt with it for you."

As he said that, he turned around and walked out of the iron railing, as if he suddenly thought of something, he just slightly turned his head, and said to another disciple De Wang who followed him, "If you are here to watch him, you should go back first as a teacher." gone."

"Yes, master." De Wang clasped his hands and bowed towards his master's back.

Desheng, who was treating Wuyuan's wound, also put down his work, clasped his hands and bowed to Wudao's back.

After Wuyuan treated the wound, he grabbed Desheng who was treating his wound, "Tell me, where is Deqing?"

"Master! What do you want to do?" Desheng was startled.

"Master! Don't do this!" De Wang chimed in.Dewang remembered the day before when Wu Yuan grabbed his wrist and asked about Deqing's condition. He stared at him like a thief, for fear that he would do something impulsively. When I found out that I said something "excessive" to my uncle, which caused my uncle to go berserk, I was afraid that I couldn't bear the responsibility.

"I'm sorry, I have to confirm his safety!" Wu Yuan gritted his teeth and said every word.

Before the two disciples could react, Wuyuan had already thrown down Desheng who was closest to him, sealed his tendons so that he could not move, and grabbed Dewang by the back who was trying to escape to inform his master. One hand grabbed his neck from the front of him, and with a force, he was pressed against the wall, and the other hand also sealed his tendons.

"Sorry, I can't help it either."

After Wuyuan let go of his hand, he rushed out of the room of thought without looking back, and went to look for Deqing.

"Deqing? Are you there?"

Wuyuan pushed open the door and stumbled into Deqing's meditation room, but he didn't see Deqing's figure.

It is midnight now, logically speaking, Deqing should rest in the house, where will he go now?Could it be that he was made things difficult by several elders and is still punished to kneel up to now?

So Wuyuan ran all over the main hall, Buddhist hall, temple gate and other places where the disciples of the temple might be forced to kneel, but there was no sign of Deqing.

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Behind him, an evil voice sounded, Wu Yuan suddenly turned his head, and saw Wu Dao and his disciples surrounding him behind Wu Yuan.

"Where is Deqing?"

Wuyuan asked anxiously.He also didn't care whether other disciples would know that he broke the precept for one of his disciples, and he didn't care whether he would lose the face of the former abbot in front of all the disciples.

Wudao sneered, and said, "Senior brother, hurry back. Everyone will get up early tomorrow morning to chant scriptures and pay respects to the Buddha! You, send the abbot back to the room of reflection, oh, it belongs to the predecessor."

Wudao waved his hand and issued an order indifferently, saying: "Do it."

The disciples behind him quickly surrounded Wu Yuan.The two disciples stepped forward first and grabbed Wuyuan's arms, making him unable to resist.But Wuyuan, although he hadn't eaten enough food for a month, at this moment, he burst out with great strength. He grabbed the monk on the right with his backhand and threw him to the other side forcefully. The monk on the right collided with the monk on the left. full of heart.

Seeing that the two monks could not suppress Wuyuan, several monks rushed forward from all directions.Some grabbed his arms and legs, and some imprisoned his shoulders from behind him.Now Wuyuan can't move, and he can't use his strength to get rid of those monks.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Didn't I tell you that this is not good for your wound. Do you know how embarrassing you are now? Like a mouse crossing the street, being suppressed by the disciples, seeing the disciples I feel ashamed! Your image in front of them is completely ruined! The demeanor of the abbot no longer exists!"

Wudao came to Wuyuan, looked at Wuyuan with a ferocious face, pretending to be heartbroken.

"Tell me! Where is Deqing? How is he? Nothing happened to him!" Wu Yuan roared disregarding his image.

"Such a monk who tempted the abbot to break the precepts for him, the temple can't tolerate him!" Wu Dao sternly shouted at Wu Yuan in a voice that was louder than Wu Yuan, seeing Wu Yuan stunned for a moment, Wu Yuan Dao whispered again: "He has been expelled from the mountain gate, and he is no longer a disciple of my lying meditation temple."

In an instant, the audience fell silent, only the sound of panting after Wu Dao finished yelling.

Wu Yuan lowered his head as if his energy had been sucked away, allowing several disciples to escort him back to the room of reflection.Wu Dao said "he has been expelled from the mountain gate" echoed in his mind all the time.

When he was about to reach the thinking room, Wu Yuan suddenly said softly: "His family members don't want to see him, I'm going to find him."

Wu Yuan suddenly raised his head, a steady stream of strength erupted from his body, he twisted off the wrists of the monks on both sides, pressed the head of the person behind him and hit the wall hard.

Wuyuan's surroundings seemed to be surrounded by a layer of dominance. Seeing Wuyuan's cruel and merciless behavior, ordinary disciples dare not get close. She slapped her hand on the ground and couldn't get up.

Wudao felt that the danger was approaching, so he couldn't compete head-on with Wuyuan, and now only a few disciples under his own sect, at least a few helpers with high martial arts skills, could suppress him.Because, Wuyuan is no longer the Wuyuan of the past, but a bloodthirsty maniac who has begun to fall into the devil's way and regards human life as nothing.

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