Chapter 602: Gao Seng Who Has Attained the Dao

Although the tempering of his state of mind failed, Shi Chan, as a high monk who had attained the Dao with profound Buddhist teachings, was not discouraged.

"Two senior brothers, there is no need to worry about the poor monk breaking the precepts."

"The road of cultivation is full of difficulties; how can there be no waves in a smooth wind?"

"Failure is an inevitable thing."

"It is precisely because of failure that one knows the preciousness of success."

"... Then what will you do if Master Jiesha finds out about you breaking the precepts?"

"... Then what should you do if your breaking of the precepts is known by Master Jie Sha?"

"Only the three of us know about this matter. A monk does not tell lies, but the two senior brothers are not monks. If the master asks, please tell a lie."

Lu Yang signaled Shi Chan not to stand and talk, but to sit down and drink water: "Then what if Master Jie Sha asks you?"

Hearing this, Shi Chan's face changed slightly, thinking of the consequences of the master knowing, and then relaxed again: "Then the poor monk will have to practice the Closed-Mouth Zen."

Lu Yang: "..."

"Buddhism pays attention to the fact that the past, present, and future are one. There are past Buddhas, present Buddhas, and future Buddhas. As a disciple of Buddhism, of course, I must aim to achieve the Buddha. Although I am not a Buddha now, I will definitely be in the future. Since the past, present, and future are one, isn't what I say what the Buddha said?"

Worthy of being a high monk who has attained the Dao, he is very thoughtful.

"Then who is responsible for the theory?"

The Immortal Fairy was lying lazily on the lotus throne, arching her body like a little cat and stretching.

Since she met a grand-disciple, she would decorate the Second Master's mental space and change the feeling.

Meng Jingzhou made a pause gesture: "Are you sure this is what the Buddha said?"

Judging from Shi Chan's method of wanting to report the black market to make money, Lu Yang very much doubted Shi Chan's level of making money.

Lu Yang asked the Immortal Fairy who had created Buddhism single-handedly. He didn't know much about Buddhism.

"I can't remember clearly. I'm only responsible for writing stories. I'm not responsible for theory."

"Everyone except me."

Meng Jingzhou looked at fellow Daoist Shi Chan gloomily, his eyes resentful.

It's fine for the ancient Pure Yang Immortal Body to have a girlfriend, but now a monk can visit a brothel?

So I'm the only unlucky one left?

The Great Heroic Treasure Hall was full of incense, enshrining the true body of the founder of Buddhism, the Immortal Fairy, and her lotus platform.

At this time, Lu Yang's mental space became an empty Great Heroic Treasure Hall, with glazed tile roofs, dougong under the eaves, and exquisite carvings on doors and windows.

Shi Chan smiled, rolled up his wide sleeves, dipped his index finger in water, drew three circles on the table, and explained:

"Let me ask, Senior Brother Shi Chan, what method are you going to use to make money?"

Meng Jingzhou felt that Shi Chan joining the Hanging Temple was a loss for the Congwendao Sect.

"The Buddha said that one must climb up from where one falls. Since the poor monk failed today, I will fight again when the poor monk makes money. The poor monk is going to live in this city for a few days. What plans do the two senior brothers have?"

"Fairy, does Buddhism have this saying?"

She is the founder of Buddhism, and now all Buddhist monks belong to her grand-disciples.

"Doing Buddhist rites."

"Oh right, you are a monk." Lu Yang suddenly remembered that Shi Chan was originally from the Hanging Temple.

Shi Chan looked at Lu Yang suspiciously, then looked down at his outfit.

From his outfit to his style of doing things, he looked like a monk no matter how he looked at it.

"Then the poor monk will rest for one night and meet the two of you here tomorrow morning."

"Wait a moment, do you still have money? Where are you going to live?" Lu Yang pulled Shi Chan, who was doing things in a hurry and preparing to leave.

If Shi Chan was just too poor to afford Old Meng's blood, and could afford to go to a brothel, it was hard to say whether he had money after going to the brothel.

Shi Chan was forced to be pulled back by Lu Yang and explained: "The poor monk has no money, but where in the world is not home? The poor monk has already identified a bridge hole, which cannot block the wind but can block the rain. There is no wind or rain tonight, which is just suitable for accommodation."

Lu Yang was speechless. As disciples of the Immortal Sect, we two live in an inn, and you live in a bridge hole. Is this appropriate to spread out?

"Anyway, we two made a lot of money today. Old Meng will treat you to an inn."

Meng Jingzhou glared at Lu Yang. You kid act as a good person and I pay?

Lu Yang appeased Old Meng: "I'm letting you do a good deed. Think about it, who is Senior Brother Shi Chan? A high monk of the Hanging Temple. You usually do many evil things. This time providing accommodation for a high monk is a great merit. Seeing that you shared spirit stones with me, I let you have this good thing."

"Get out, get out, get out." Meng Jingzhou didn't eat Lu Yang's set, but living in an inn didn't cost a few spirit stones, so treating guests was treating guests.

"It just so happens that I haven't seen Buddhist rites. It's just right to stay here for a few days to see how you perform Buddhist rites."

"Then thank the two senior brothers."

Seeing that the two were willing to stay in this city, Shi Chan was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe he had a chance to learn two kinds of boxing techniques, and learn from Senior Brother Meng how to restrain his desires.

Ordinary single spiritual root blood would not have this effect. Senior Brother Meng must have pushed himself to the limit to create the blood of vigor.

Speaking of living in an inn, Meng Jingzhou had some bad memories.

"We lived in three inns in a row, and all three inns had accidents. It shouldn't be that the fourth time there will be an accident, right?"

Lu Yang had always been very confident in his luck: "No, think about our experiences. How many Integration stage, Tribulation Transcendence stage, and semi-immortal battles have we encountered? Didn't we all survive smoothly? We didn't even rub off a piece of skin."

"This is clearly a symbol of our good luck."

Meng Jingzhou felt that you might as well think about why we encountered so many great power battles before talking.

The three successfully found an inn for cultivators. This kind of inn is equipped with a spirit-gathering formation to help cultivators practice.

If it were Lu Yang and his companion, they could just find one. The two of them opened their mouths to perform "Swallowing Heaven," and the effect was better than the spirit-gathering formation.

Adding Shi Chan wouldn't work.

"Boss, three top-tier rooms." Meng Jingzhou rarely made money, and he was happy today, so he treated all three rooms.

The boss was a man, and it looked like there wouldn't be a situation where a brother-in-law snatched the legacy.

There were plenty of top-tier rooms, and there wouldn't be a situation where cultivators fought for rooms.

The three successfully arrived at their respective rooms.

Lu Yang pushed open the door and saw that the room was messy, with wardrobes and tables overturned, the windows wide open, cold wind pouring in, and a man and a woman fighting on the bed. The man was in black, holding a dagger, with murderous intent in his eyes, and the woman was disheveled, struggling desperately, with bloodstains on her neck, which happened to correspond to the bloodstains on the dagger.

The room was equipped with a sound-insulation formation, and the sound couldn't get out.

The woman who was struggling desperately saw Lu Yang as if she saw hope.

Lu Yang exited the room and glanced at the room number.

Went to the wrong room.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 603 =====