Guangyi County , Xiaonanshan.

The mountains are green and the forests are deep. In the evening, three riders rushed in to break the tranquility of the mountain, and from time to time startled the birds and beasts beside the mountain road.

In the shade of the roadside, there is a small pavilion that shelters a stele inside the pavilion. The words 'Nanshan Temple' that have been eroded by the years are engraved on the stele.

Song Yanqing , Xu Yitian , and Chen Guishuo reined in their horses and stopped, looked at the inscription to confirm that they had not come to the wrong place, looked up at the stone steps winding up the mountain in front of them, and saw a cornice in the dense forest on the mountain, which should be the temple.

Song Yanqing tilted his head to signal, Xu Yitian tapped the horse's belly with his heel, and the horse rushed up the stone steps, Song Yanqing followed, and Chen Guishuo finally followed.

There is an antique monastery on the top of the mountain, with a quiet environment. The little monk who swept the floor in front of the door looked at the three people who had jumped off their horses, and stepped forward to salute: "Three benefactors, it's getting late, I don't know..."

Song Yanqing glanced coldly, looking at no one in sight, pushed him away, and strode into the gate of the courtyard. Xu Yitian and Chen Guishuo also led their horses directly into the temple from the main entrance. The monk quickly threw the broom and ran back to report.

Soon, more than a dozen young and strong monks rushed out, carrying sticks in a row, and stopped the three of them in the courtyard. The monks' robes were washed white and a little shabby.

Song Yanqing grabbed some money from the purse on his waist and threw it out. The scattered coins landed at the feet of the monks.

Huang Cancan, all gold coins, this is not a little money, a group of monks looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Incense money! Ready house for us, and the horse needs to be fed high-quality fodder." Song Yanqing said lightly.

"The benefactors turned out to be pilgrims!" The monk in charge under the eaves of the main hall groaned, walked over quickly, waved to a group of monks with sticks to put down their weapons, and greeted Song Yanqing personally, "The army is in chaos these days, and there are many bandits in the mountains . A benefactor led a horse and forced his way, thinking he was a villain, misunderstood, misunderstood, please come inside, please come inside." He stretched out his hand to invite him to the living room.

The three horses were taken care of by others, and the stick monks began to pick up the gold coins on the ground.

"Are you the host of this temple?" Song Yanqing , who was walking under the eaves corridor with his hands behind his back, asked.

"No, no, poor monk Ruhui, the head of the East Courtyard." Ruhui politely reported his identity, it seemed that he was treating Song Yanqing as a benefactor to curry favor with him.

Song Yanqing squinted at him, "Let your hosts come to see me."

RuHui shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, the host is out to visit friends, and he won't be back until tomorrow!"

It was night, and the three of Song Yanqing stayed in the guest room.

Not long after the smoke from cooking in the kitchen of the temple was extinguished, two young monks brought a fast meal.

After the vegetarian meal was set, the two young monks stepped back, Xu Yitian went to the table to have a look, and it was simple enough to cook rice with a pot of vegetables.

Xu Yitian took out a small porcelain bottle, shook some white powder into the rice, stirred it with a spoon, his complexion changed quickly, and saw that the color of the rice turned black, and he turned his head and called softly, "Senior brother! "

Song Yanqing and Chen Guishuo took a closer look, and their complexions changed accordingly. This vegetarian food is poisonous. Fortunately, we checked it, otherwise we don't know what will happen. Who would have thought that this seemingly normal monastery could do such a thing? Come.

"A group of thieves!" Chen Guishuo gritted his teeth and turned around to find a group of monks to settle accounts.

Song Yanqing grabbed his arm, and beckoned the two of them to come closer, and whispered when they met.

Turning around, Xu Yitian took the pot of vegetarian food and found a corner to dispose of it. After arranging the things on the table, the three of them nodded to each other and fell to the ground one after another without moving.

After half an hour, a window in the corner opened a gap, and one eye glanced into the room and disappeared.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and two monks came in after pushing the door, followed by an old monk in cassock. He was not tall, thin, slightly stooped, with dark complexion, a white beard, and piercing eyes, it is Yuan Fang who is the abbot of Nanshan Temple .

Several monks poured in from outside with stick, Ruhui, the head of the east courtyard, followed the old monk on the left, and Ruming, the head of the west courtyard, on the right.

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A disciple held an empty pot and turned it on, saying, "Ate it all up."

Looking at the people lying under their feet, the chief seat in the West Court clasped his hands together and sighed, "Sins, sins, abbot, we committed murder again!"

Fangyuan, the host, sighed, "The world is so chaotic, the people don't have a living, and the people don't care about themselves, so who will donate the sesame oil money? Nanshan Temple is far away from the city wall and is located in the deep mountains. If you don't want to find a way, how can you get the sesame oil money? I can’t get enough to eat. If the people leave, they will break up. What are you talking about revitalizing Nanshan Temple? Give me a few more years, and if I save enough money, I will build a big temple in the city to fulfill my last wish of presiding. With incense money coming in, we don't have to do this anymore."

"Ah!" Several sighs sounded from the monks.

Ru Hui waved his hand as a signal, and several stick monks stepped forward to search the three people on the ground.

Unexpectedly, something happened suddenly, a monk screamed "Ah", and was kicked by Xu Yitian , knocking down several people in succession.

Song Yanqing also got up abruptly, grabbed a monk by the neck, and said with a sneer, "What a bunch of thief monks who seek wealth and murder!" After saying that, he twisted his hand, and the monk's throat clicked when it fell into his hand. It was directly twisted off by him, and he grabbed the empty sword back, unsheathed the sword behind him, sucked it in, and put it in his hand.

The three sword lights suddenly appeared, and a group of stick monks waved wooden sticks to resist, who could stop them, they were killed in an instant, flesh and blood flew all over the place, screaming again and again, and the rest were scared to leave in panic, only the host Yuan Fang waved his stick Ding Ding Dang Dang resisted, covering the evacuation of the monks, there was a faint evil spirit emerging from his body.

"It turned out to be a goblin!" Song Yanqing sneered, and slashed down with his sword. Yuan Fang's Zen staff blocked it, and Song Yanqing's arm went numb from the shock .

Yuan Fang was obviously no match for Song Yanqing and the others. He couldn't beat almost any one of them. He had no strength to fight back. Apart from his amazing brute strength, his cultivation was indeed not very good.

What surprised the three of them was that Yuan Fang had already been stabbed several times, and his clothes were torn torn, but it was hard for the sword to hurt his body. He seemed to be wearing some kind of protective armor, otherwise Yuan Fang would have been killed by him long ago .From the torn seams of the clothes, there are furry things blooming, and the blade of the sword can actually make a sound of metal friction.

However, the three of them quickly discovered Yuan Fang 's flaws. It was useless to chop with a sword's edge, and only a stab could pierce Yuan Fang's flesh. Rao Yuan Fang was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and repeatedly dodged his vital points, even after a few sword strikes, he couldn't stand it anymore, blood dripping all the way while dodging.

Several people rushed to the courtyard, Song Yanqing slightly raised his hand as a signal, Xu Yitian and Chen Guishuo gave up and stopped attacking, and the three of them formed horns and surrounded Yuan Fang who was in a panic and frightened .

All the monks in the monastery seemed to show up. Apart from the dozen or so who had just died in the hands of the three of Song Yanqing , there were about 20 other monks at the scene . People are so fierce that they dare not get close, and they don't want to leave Yuan Fang and run away.

Yuan Fang, who was dripping with blood , panted heavily, held his Zen stick in his hand and slowly spun around to watch out for the three of them.

"Do you want to die or live?" Song Yanqing asked lightly.

Yuan Fang gritted his teeth: "You can let me go if I said that I want to live?"

Song Yanqing said: "Of course not . If you want to live, you can serve me. As long as you are obedient, I will help you realize your wish of going to the city to build a temple, and let the court give you an official identity. Otherwise, where would you goblin go?" Everyone's life is in danger, and those monks who slay demons and demons will not let you go easily!" Flipping his hand, he revealed a token.

The word 'punishment' on the token made Yuan Fang's pupils shrink...

After a while, the monks began to clean up the corpses of their own people, and Song Yanqing and others went to another set of clean guest rooms.

In the guest room, in front of Song Yanqing and others, Yuan Fang, who had bandaged his wound, asked his disciples to step back, but the golden hair in his body made Song Yanqing and others understand that he was a shapeless goblin who could not quite change the human form..

Watching Yuan Fang put on his clothes again, Song Yanqing said strangely: "As far as I know, this Nanshan Temple seems to be quite old. How could a group of monks let you, a goblin, be the abbot?" It is a real person, but the host is a goblin, how can it not be strange.

Yuan Fang, who avoided opening the wound and dressed slowly, said with a wry smile, "Actually, I'm not the true Yuan Fang host ..."

After he told the truth, Song Yanqing and others realized that the real abbot Yuan Fang passed away two years ago, and he was a bear picked up from the mountain by the monks of Nanshan Temple two hundred years ago. Perhaps because of the frequent listening to Buddhism, he gradually became spiritually enlightened, and realized a set of methods for absorbing the aura of heaven and earth. He gradually gained cultivation, and then practiced in the mountains. When he had a certain level of cultivation and started to transform, the reference object of the transformation was Yuan Fang , and he changed into Yuan Fang 's appearance, but his cultivation was not enough, the transformation was not complete, and there was still room for improvement.

Just like what he said that the world is too chaotic, the South Mountain Temple is very difficult to maintain, Yuan Fang host is still alive when he constantly from outside to get financial supplies, so that the South Mountain Temple barely support not to fall. In order to fulfill Yuan Fang's last wish, he began to lead a group of monks to do the unseemly deeds, not only in the temple to kill people, but also to take the monks of Nanshan Temple to the roadside ambush and rob the road. However, some monks before silently by the property he got to feed okay, really want to personally do this hook a little unbearable, Buddhist disciples robbery is how? The hundreds of people left less than half, the result of this time seeking money to kill fell into the hands of Song Yanqing

"In fact, I have done a lot of good things. I quietly led the disciples of Nanshan Temple to wipe out the bandits who fell into the grass in the nearby mountains and forests. We will clean up as many as they come. Those bandits are too hateful. They rob people when see them, and they rob women when see them. We are different. We only rob the rich and never do anything to the poor. When the harvest is good, we occasionally go to the nearby villages to donate some food. If you don’t believe me, you can inquire about it. Since I became the host, the nearby villages don’t have to worry about bandits anymore. They don’t have to close their doors at night. Although they don’t know that Nanshan Temple helped them solve their troubles, they only say that Nanshan Temple is good, no I can say a bad word, the reputation of Nanshan Temple is definitely not a problem in the surrounding area!" Yuan Fang emphasized this point, intending to prove that he is actually a good person.

The three of Song Yanqing were dumbfounded after listening to it, and they were astonished at the host. How could this be a temple host? This is clearly the leading boss!------------