Chapter 201 The Adventures of Monk Fang

Zen Master Baiyun is not the kind of person who truly sympathizes with the world. He will weigh the pros and cons and think about what is right and wrong.

But at the same time, he has never done anything that would anger God or people.

He has always adhered to the philosophy of eliminating demons and defending justice throughout his life.

Therefore, he will do his best to uphold justice within his ability.

If he was alone, he would be able to escape unscathed no matter how the other party threatened him.

But now Zhao Tiancheng is threatening the entire Baiyun Temple and the lives of tens of thousands of people in the surrounding area, so even he has to compromise.

When Zhao Tiancheng saw Zen Master Baiyun compromise, a look of satisfaction finally appeared on his face.

"But if I want this poor monk to help, I will need you to melt the gold you brought into a golden Buddha statue, and then worship it in the main hall for nine days."

"Why is this?" Zhao Tiancheng asked puzzledly.

"Gold is called Xuanshui in my Buddhist sect. It has the ability to absorb Buddha nature. If the donor is not in a hurry, it would be best to receive it for 9981 days."

"There's not that much time. How much weaker are these nine days compared to the eighty-one days?"

"It's more than ten times worse."

"Then without the Golden Buddha, you can't display your strength?"

"That's not the case. The difference between having a golden Buddha and not having one is like the difference between having a weapon and not having one in martial arts."

"Well, let's wait for nine days." Zhao Tiancheng said.

"The Golden Buddha needs to absorb incense, so please don't hinder the villagers from going up the mountain to worship the Buddha and burn incense."

"Of course." Zhao Tiancheng called his men and said, "Go and evacuate the troops at the foot of the mountain a hundred miles away. Don't scare away the villagers."

"Yes, my lord."

Zhao Tiancheng and others stayed in the temple on the mountain, while his personal guards were busy smelting and casting golden Buddhas.

Zen Master Baiyun called his disciple, the young monk Shifang, to his side.

"Master, what do you want me to do?"

Zen Master Baiyun opened the box under his bed and took out a golden Buddha from the box.

"Master needs you to deliver this golden Buddha to the City God's Office of Qingzhou City."

"Ah? Master, this is such a valuable item, I... I'm afraid..."

"It's okay. You are a pure person. You have your own luck to protect you. You are immune to all evil. Go ahead."

The young monk Shifang finally carried the basket on his back, and the golden Buddha was placed in the basket.

It’s strange to say, even though the golden Buddha weighs nearly 100 kilograms, Shifang doesn’t feel it’s difficult to carry it.

Shifang was not stopped when he left Baiyun Temple.

Many monks left Baiyun Temple in the past few days. Zhao Tiancheng knew that it was Zen Master Baiyun who asked the monks in the temple to flee.

However, as long as Zen Master Baiyun is still here, the other monks will leave.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of hostages in the villages and towns around the mountain, so he is not afraid that Zen Master Baiyun will not surrender.

After Shifang left the Daliang Mountains, he had already lost his way.

He had no idea where to go. Even the roads to the nearby towns that he usually went to when he followed his master down the mountain seemed extremely unfamiliar.

Shifang didn't know how long he had been walking, and he himself didn't know where he was now.

At this moment, Shifang suddenly stopped.

Shifang found himself in an unknown village without realizing it.

But there was no one in the village.

Shifang walked from one end of the village to the other, and saw that every household had closed their doors and not a single person was in sight.

Did they all flee for their lives?

Over the past year, my master has not allowed me to go down the mountain, saying that the rebels are causing trouble nearby and there is chaos and turmoil at the foot of the mountain.

Although Shifang is almost twenty years old, he grew up in the mountain gate. The few times he went down the mountain were all with his master. Therefore, he only has a general concept of words like rebel army, and he himself does not know the specific situation.

At this moment, Shifang heard a sound coming from the room next door.

Shifang was a little hesitant. He was not very good at socializing, but looking at the weather, if he couldn't find anyone at this time, he would probably have to sleep in the wilderness.

The wolves, tigers and leopards in this wilderness will definitely gnaw him till not a bone is left.

Shifang still knocked on the door of the villager in front of him.

"Is anyone home?"

There was no response from inside, but the door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

Shifang carefully poked his head in: "Is anyone home?"

This adobe house has no ventilation and no lighting. Even when the door is opened, it is still grey inside and there seems to be no one there.

There was a musty smell in the air, as if no one had lived in the house for a long time.

Shifang looked inside and outside again to make sure that no one was home.

Shifang decided to stay in this house for one night.

There was nothing left in the house, but at least there was a stone platform and a few boards used as a bed. It was not very comfortable, but at least it could be used to get through the night.

Shifang picked up a handful of dry grass from the roadside outside the door and spread it on the bed.

After a busy day, it was already completely dark.

There is no moonlight tonight, and Shifang does not dare to come out again, for fear of encountering wild beasts patrolling the village.

Shifang lay on the hay bed and fell asleep in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, but Shifang suddenly felt someone touching him.

"Stop making trouble...I'm sleeping."

Shifang pushed his palm away and changed direction.

But the hand was still groping on his body.

"Stop it and go to sleep." Shifang pushed the hand away again in a daze.

But this time, Shifang felt that when he touched the other person's palm, it was a little sticky.

Shifang's mind suddenly became clear, his eyelids slightly raised to reveal a crack, and he looked up.

The next moment, Shifang felt as if his scalp was about to explode.

In the shadows, a corpse demon with a rotten face was groping his body.

There was a faint glow on the body of this corpse demon, otherwise Shifang would not be able to see it clearly.

But with just this one glance, Shifang felt as if smoke was coming out of all his seven orifices.

The corpse demon held Shifang's cheeks with its wet and sticky hands, then opened its rotten mouth to face Shifang.

The stench from his mouth made Shifang feel dizzy.

Shifang suddenly saw the backpack next to the bed. He hooked his finger into the basket and wanted to take out the golden Buddha inside.

But when his fingers touched the backpack, he didn't control the strength well and the backpack fell down.

Snapped--

The corpse demon was attracted by the sound and turned to look at the backpack.

The corpse demon stretched out his hand to hook the backpack on the ground, and then stretched out his sharp fingers to pick up the sackcloth in the basket.

The moment the sackcloth was lifted, a ray of golden light instantly illuminated the entire dark room.

The corpse demon was also stimulated by the golden light and could not open its eyes. Its body was like spring snow encountering the scorching sun. It dropped the backpack in pain. The moment the backpack fell, the golden light disappeared as well.

Shifang grabbed the backpack and rushed out of the room.

The corpse demon also recovered at this time and ran out of the house.

"Help... help..."

At this moment, Shifang was running at the speed of Bolt, holding the backpack.

The corpse demon took slow steps in pursuit, but he could cover a distance of several feet in one step. Although his movements seemed slow, he was actually faster than Shifang.

Although corpse demons are transformed from corpses, they are actually demons that are transformed from corpses by the evil energy of the earth. Some corpse demons are able to awaken their innate magical powers when they are transformed from corpses.

This corpse demon is like this. It has awakened its innate magical power and can shrink the ground to an inch.

Shifang felt like smoke was coming out of his lungs, but the corpse demon was still chasing him relentlessly.

At this moment, several figures appeared in front. In the darkness of the night, Shifang could not see clearly who they were, but the man standing in the middle was very tall, and seemed to be much taller than the corpse demon behind him.

"Hurry...run...there's...a monster behind us..."

The people standing in front heard this but remained motionless.

Shifang became even more anxious, and when he ran closer, a ray of moonlight was falling down.

Shifang felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Corpse demon! Another corpse demon! ! This corpse demon in front of him was much bigger than the one chasing him from behind. It must be about ten feet tall.

However, this corpse demon was wearing armor, revealing only its huge and bumpy head. There was a faint light in its eyes, as if two balls of ghost fire were burning in its eyes.

Shifang immediately took out the golden Buddha and shook it in front of the huge corpse demon in front of him.

"Buddha bless us, Buddha bless us, monsters retreat, monsters retreat..."

However, the corpse demon remained unmoved and stretched out his hand to push away the golden Buddha in Shifang's hand.

"Little monk, what are you mumbling about? If you don't want to die, then open the shop."