Chapter 471

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Chapter 471: Beautiful Looks and Muscular Monk

Oh, come to the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, got married, got a wife, what else is there to say!

Go back to the country and surrender.

Destroy it, quickly, tired.

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Ever since looking at the passport documents, the atmosphere in the carriage hasn’t been quite right. They talked and laughed as usual, but it gradually turned into a game. Bai Wei didn’t understand and didn’t want to understand many things that only the locals of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom could understand.

Originally planning to drive out of the city directly, but seeing that it was getting dark, they had to stay here for the night.

Within the city of Leopard Eye, it is not very safe, and this four-wheeled carriage is considered rare.

Bai Wei asked if there were any recommended inns, and Nalan Qingshu mentioned a name, but it wasn’t an inn, it was a homestay.

The two cities are very close together. There has already been infiltration. Leopard Eye City is still under control. So, killing the Tiger Guards Colonel in a hurry is to prevent this person from staying in Leopard Eye City and blocking the throat of Bi Fang’s restoration. If we want to restore the country, we must have control of this city.

The person who stayed here is an old soldier from the post station. He used to work as a postal worker at the station. After Bi Fang destroyed the country, he gave up the station and settled down in Leopard Eye City. He relies on the numerous properties he had here in the past and has become involved in gathering intelligence.

Planning to rest in the inn, but Nalan pulled Chao Lu aside to rest instead. Bai Wei didn’t care about any secret conversations they might be having and went to the courtyard.

Puppets don’t need to breathe or have a heart, and they can’t taste anything. He placed a bowl of cold water on the table. The night breeze was slightly cool. The young man gazed at the sky and the earth, and finally his gaze fell on the bowl. With a gentle movement, it seemed as if he had poured a bowl of moonlight.

At the same time, Bai Wei was also in the courtyard of Yagyu’s residence, pouring himself a cup of tea. He finished the hot tea and cold water in one sip, tasting it, yet not tasting it.

He felt the subtle sensations through the movement of his fingertips.

Astral projection was supposed to be the projection of consciousness thousands of miles away, but now his mind could be focused on two things at once. It was an experiment he had never done before.

How could there be two of me at the same time?

If he had to do this, it would mean splitting his soul in half. But this situation seems unlikely. In reality, Bai Wei just wanted to drink tea, and then his body started moving on its own, along with the puppet. Both sides performed the same actions in perfect synchrony, as if they were following the same instructions given by two computers and producing similar feedback.

"This feeling is quite mysterious. Maybe it’s because of my long out-of-body experience and continuous practice, I have become even better."

"The richness of my life’s experience may not compare to the past, but my knowledge keeps growing. Over many lifetimes, little by little, I have accumulated enough. In the previous life, a sudden realization led to rapid progress. In this life, staying grounded allows me to see different landscapes along the way."

With the increase in soul power, he noticed a slight delay between his body and consciousness.

Bai Wei had a sense of something different. The movements of both parties were not completely synchronized. Clearly, the puppet’s reactions were faster than his own body’s.

"Compared to the puppet, the original body is still a bit fragile. After all, it is made of flesh and blood. Without the strengthening of powers, unless I reach the level of a Martial Saint or take some elixirs for body enhancement, I can only hope to find a few more vertebral bones."

Although the puppet is good, it can’t eat, drink, or have social benefits. No matter how good it is, it can’t compare to the real thing.

After testing the synchronization of senses, he sent his other self back to the room to sleep. He looked at the moonlight and felt that there probably wouldn’t be anything to do tonight. The moon was high and the wind was calm.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The innkeeper immediately woke up and looked at the agile middle-aged man with a thin monkey-like face. He made a gesture to Bai Wei, signaling him to stay calm. Holding a lantern, the innkeeper walked to the door and shouted, "Who is it? It’s late at night, we need rest."

"Ahem, after a long journey, it is not easy to come here. I hope I can get a drink of water…"

"Why do you come here to fetch water when there is so much water in the Small Dragon River?"

"Drinking cold water is bad for your health."

"Who cares about that?"

"I can pay."

"Is this about money?"

"Is it just that there isn’t enough money?"

The man with the face of a monkey asked, "How much are you offering?"

"Fifty."

After thinking for a while, the man with the face of a monkey shouted, "One hundred."

"I went to knock on the neighboring door."

"Hey, hey! Don’t go, I’m scared of you, eighty, eighty!"

Bargaining together, a monkey-faced man opened the door and a monk walked in from outside. He looked like a monk, but also seemed a little different.

In the midst of the cold winter, he wore a relatively thin monk’s robe without a kasaya. There were prayer beads wrapped around his wrist, and his hands were clasped together. From beneath the yellow robe, his incredibly muscular arms were revealed, like strong steel cables. He appeared even more robust than the Demon King, yet his expression was kind and his features had a slightly enchanting beauty.

This monk could be called a muscular monster monk on one hand, and on the other hand, he could be called handsome and strong.

Bai Wei was momentarily stunned.

"I’ll go boil some hot water." The monkey-faced man didn’t think anything was wrong with this monk, so he believed him. Seeing the monk promptly giving him money, even adding a few extra tens of dollars, he said, "I’ll go cook a bowl of noodles as well. You look starving and thin."

Bai Wei, "…"

A muscular monster like him, with a pale and thin face? Just looking at him would turn into a scared and shocked reaction, right?

"Thank you, kind sir." The handsome muscular monk bowed politely.

The man with a monkey-like face inadvertently revealed the Buddha statue on his neck. It seems he believes in Buddhism, no wonder he opened the door.

The monk sat down in the courtyard and politely asked, "I am Yuan Zhen, a wandering monk. May I know who you are, sir?"

Bai Wei said, "I am Bai Wei, from Huizhou in the Ming Country."

"Huizhou?"

"Jinling City."

"Indeed, you are from Huizhou."

"Are you also from the Ming Country?"

The monk touched his bald head and said, "I am a monk from the Ming Country. I left the Daci’en Temple."

"Why did someone from the Ming Country come to this chaotic place?" Bai Wei asked curiously, "There doesn’t seem to be any good opportunities here."

"Indeed, I have faced many hardships on my journey, but luckily I have some strength. By doing odd jobs, I can earn some money, which ensures that I have enough to eat and drink," Monk Yuan Zhen smiled.

"Doing odd jobs?" Bai Wei asked with a puzzled look, "Is the type of job you’re talking about the same as what I have in mind?"

"Even when I traveled around in the Ming Country, I would work and earn money. Without effort, one cannot survive. While contemplating Buddhism, one cannot go hungry. Reciting scriptures won’t fill one’s stomach. Should I learn from Yingzhou’s monks and put a stone on my stomach?" The monk shook his head repeatedly, "This frail body of mine couldn’t handle it. Going without meals for a few times is fine, but if I were to go without food for three or five days, I would have to eat grass roots."

Bai Wei was astonished, "That actually makes sense."

"In the past, we relied on government subsidies and donations from people visiting temples to sustain ourselves, but the abbot would also make us work outside the temple," Yuan Zhen sighed, "Unfortunately, the prices in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom are very high. Perhaps it’s because I’m a monk that I face more difficulties?"

"It’s always difficult for someone to travel such a long distance, so why not go back to your own country?" Bai Wei asked in response, "Spreading religion? Even then, it shouldn’t be at a time like this. I haven’t come across any temples on my entire journey."

"What has Benefactor Bai witnessed? Widespread hunger and countless skeletons?" Yuan Zhen clasped his hands together, "That is also what I have witnessed, a hell on earth. Amituofo."

Bai Wei said, "Out of sight, out of mind. I believe the Buddha has also spoken about such a truth. You see this world, engulfed in flames, with millions of beings trapped and unable to find relief, but there seems to be no solution."

"Even the donors have Buddha nature," Yuan Zhen happily said, "It has been a long time since I had a discussion about Buddhism with someone. The donor is right, a true gentleman stays away from the kitchen, and the Buddha has also said that the spiritual realm is not limited. But if you are afraid of blood and cruelty contaminating your eyes and monk’s robe, then you will not be able to see the true self. The compassionate Buddha doesn’t reveal the bloody reality, so how can one understand the weight of compassion?"

Bai Wei nodded, "That’s right. It seems that the monks who are capable of walking in this place are not just empty talk. If it were just empty talk, the result would probably be death, but they would still be stubborn."

"Haha, I take this as a compliment," Yuan Zhen looked Bai Wei up and down, "At first, I thought Benefactor Bai was some kind of monster, but now I think this is a form of conjuring? The real body is not here."

Bai Wei moved his fingertips and pretended to be shattered, "Can you tell?"

"In the Buddhist gate, the heavenly eye can see through illusions when the mind is free from distractions and remains pure and empty," Yuan Zhen explained.

"Interesting," Bai Wei said, "This is the first time I have encountered a practicing follower of Buddhism, and the first time I have seen Buddhist supernatural powers."

"In the Buddhist practice, we emphasize the cultivation of the mind. I practice both the mind and martial arts," Yuan Zhen said. As the man with a monkey face brought the noodles, the monk took them and enjoyed them with great pleasure. While blowing on the hot noodles, he swallowed large mouthfuls and wiped his mouth. Then he said, "One of the joys of life is being able to eat and drink to one’s heart’s content. When compared to that, Buddhist teachings seem insignificant."

The messenger with a monkey face felt a bit rebellious when he heard this. This probably isn’t a real monk.

"Are you even a monk? Don’t you respect Bodhisattva Buddha?"

"Bodhisattva Buddha is a state that is not obtained by simply praying. Even Siddhartha Gautama, the same as an ordinary person, couldn’t do things himself but was regarded by later generations as capable of anything. This is a confusion of priorities. The Buddhist teachings he left behind are meant to be guidance for future generations, not something that cannot be changed and is supreme." Monk Yuan Zhen drank the noodle soup seriously and let out a sigh of relief. "The Buddha resides within our hearts, and the sacred place is the land of bliss. Those who awaken to the truth are the ones who have self-understanding. This is the limitless shore of the Buddhist teachings."

"Well said!" Bai Wei stood up and said, "Now that we’ve eaten and drunk enough, shall we do some exercise after the meal?"

"That’s how it should be." Monk Yuan Zhen replied firmly, "Benefactor Bai, please leave the city."

The two stood up and moved the venue outside the city.

The Tenth on the Black List of the Jianghu Demon Kingdom was a handsome monk, incredibly strong, reasonable, capable of subduing dragons, indestructible like a diamond, and known as the Yellow-Robe Arhat.

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