Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 50 Monk

A senior monk gently dried the yellow dog with his robe.

The mud and water stained his clean robe black, but he didn't mind at all.

The monk picked up the dog and helped it warm itself by the fire.

Lin Fan looked at the heartwarming scene before him, his eyes slightly narrowed, lost in thought.

Once the water on the yellow dog had dried, the monk put the dog down and gently nudged it from behind.

“Amitabha, all things have a spirit. You were born and raised by Heaven. Go now. You and this humble monk are not on the same path.”

Woo.

The yellow dog turned around and rubbed its head against the monk's soiled robe.

The monk insisted that the dog leave, but the dog wouldn't budge.

"It is said that the eminent monks who have taken vows are compassionate and merciful. Today I have witnessed it firsthand." Mu Qingfeng smiled as he watched the touching scene before him, feeling his heart soften.

Lin Fan felt something was off; what did these monks eat to be so strong?

In the end, the head monk couldn't persuade the yellow dog otherwise.

"Amitabha Buddha, it seems you have a connection with Buddhism. Since you also want to contribute to Buddhism, then come with me."

As he spoke, the senior monk picked up the yellow dog with a kind expression.

At this moment, the yellow dog's face clearly showed joy. Dogs are intelligent animals, and being able to end its long years of wandering was an immense happiness for it.

The monk held the yellow dog in one arm and gently stroked its head with the other.

His thick palm rubbed against his sparse blond hair, and he gently lifted his hand.

Lin Fan noticed that the muscles in the monk's right hand were unnaturally tense.

The next seemingly ordinary touch was met with the monk's hand slamming down like an iron plate.

woo-

The yellow dog let out a soft groan, and its body immediately went limp.

Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine at the sight before him; such a casual slap had ended the life of a dog.

Was its spine broken, or its brain shattered? Lin Fan even felt that if he had taken that hit, he wouldn't have fared much better than the yellow dog.

"He, he, what happened to him!" Mu Qingfeng's voice trembled.

Killing dogs, let alone killing people, was not a shocking scene for Mu Qingfeng.

However, killing the other person so decisively in such a warm and cozy situation is another matter entirely.

It's like reading a romance novel and suddenly the female lead laughs and dissects the male lead—it's so abrupt.

Lin Fan patted Mu Qingfeng's shoulder, signaling her to calm down: "Sister Mu, can you handle that dog so easily?"

"No way, no, that's not the point. How could he kill? Isn't he a monk?"

Lin Fan shook his head: "Look at all that meat on their bodies, you can't tell from eating vegetables." This was also why Lin Fan wasn't surprised.

Lin Fan, on the contrary, felt a sense of comfort that everything was going smoothly.

The three monks quickly got to work, and to their surprise, there was a pot among their luggage.

A monk went outside to collect rainwater.

The remaining two skillfully took out their tools and dealt with the yellow dog.

Soon the bonfire turned into a hot pot.

They even took out a lot of seasonings and put them in directly. The whole process was smooth and efficient, and it was clear that this was not the first time they had done this.

“Amitabha, I am not alone on this path. Junior brother, let us chant sutras for Liuhuang, who is devoted to the Buddha.”

Six Yellows? This monk even named his dog in such a short time!

These monks chanted sutras while waiting for the dog meat hotpot to cook.

As the chanting ended, the monk opened the pot lid.

These monks were indeed experts; the originally smelly dog ​​meat, under their care, emitted a fragrant aroma, filling the entire dilapidated temple.

So this chanting was used to keep track of time; these monks are really clever. Lin Fan couldn't help but admire them in his heart.

Mu Qingfeng, who was just heartbroken over the yellow dog, couldn't help but shed tears.

Finally, the monks seemed to notice that there were other people in the dilapidated temple.

The monk who had killed the dog held up a bowl and chopsticks and gestured to the constables: "Gentlemen, it's cold outside, would you like a share of the soup?"

"We won't need it, thank you for your kindness, Master," Mu Qingfeng said, his voice trembling slightly.

Although her mouth was watering, she didn't dare to indulge herself when she thought of those monks who would kill dogs without blinking an eye.

"If you don't mind, Master, please let me have a bowl of soup." Lin Fan said as he walked over there.

Mu Qingfeng reached out to grab him, but after Lin Fan smiled and gestured to her, she gave up on the idea.

"Of course you're welcome. Please, Mr. Chen."

The three senior monks even politely gave up a seat for Lin Fan, personally served him dog meat, and showed great courtesy.

Lin Fan held his bowl, waiting for the monks to eat first.

"May I ask how the three masters are addressed?"

“This humble monk is Fakong. These two are my junior brothers, Faming and Fazhi.”

Lin Fan greeted them one by one.

The senior monk began to eat heartily, completely lacking his usual composure when it came to food.

They were wolfing down their food, fighting over it as if they were afraid someone else would snatch it away after they finished eating.

By the time Lin Fan finished eating what was in his bowl, they had already finished the dog meat.

Fakong wiped the grease from his mouth and slowly began to drink his soup.

Lin Fan certainly didn't come because he was greedy.

“Master Fakong, my brother seems a bit off. Could you please take a look and see if he’s possessed by an evil spirit?”

Lin Fan pointed to Ma Qi, who was still bound hand and foot in the corner.

“Amitabha,” Fakong said, pressing his palms together. “Benefactor Chen, we are Buddhists and do not know those exorcism tricks. However, if he is willing to convert to Buddhism, then he will naturally be immune to all evils and have no worries.”

Lin Fan smiled and said, "If he's willing, I definitely have no objection."

"Alright, let this humble monk take a look first." Fakong said, putting down the bowl and walking towards Ma Qi.

A moment later, screams of agony came from Ma Qi's direction. Lin Fan was startled and looked over.

Fakong pinched Ma Qi in various places and then returned.

"This humble monk possesses some medical skills. I just conducted a brief examination, and this benefactor's health is fine. However, it is a pity that he is unwilling to accompany this humble monk to the Buddhist temple."

Lin Fan's lips twitched. Of course he didn't want to. The one who was willing to go to the Buddhist temple with you just now is already in your belly.

Lin Fan even suspected that after converting to Buddhism, they might have directly performed a physical exorcism on Ma Qi.

Lin Fan adopted a solemn expression: "Master, he really is my good brother. Is there really no way you can help him? Is it possible to ward off evil spirits by practicing your Buddhist scriptures? What price must be paid to learn your Buddhist scriptures?"

Lin Fan wasn't particularly concerned about Ma Qi's condition; what he wanted to know was what gave the monk the confidence to claim he was immune to all evil, and whether this method could help him break free from the Red Robe Curse.

“If Benefactor Chen wishes to obtain Buddhist scriptures, this humble monk can provide them, but scriptures alone cannot exorcise evil spirits. If you were to have him come to Jietan Temple, perhaps the abbot could offer a solution.”

Lin Fan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. That was about it; asking any more questions might arouse the other party's suspicion.

Lin Fan concluded by saying that once Ma Qi had completed some procedures at the yamen, he would take him to Jietan Temple.

"Thank you for the soup, masters."

With a rooster's crow, the sky outside began to lighten.

Clatter, clatter, clatter, several horse-drawn carriages slowly approached the Baishi County government office.

Lin Fan pulled back the curtain and saw that they were almost there. He took out a grayish-white pill from his clothes and swallowed it because his body was starting to hurt again.

Lin Fan turned around and shook Mu Qingfeng, who was fast asleep in the carriage, awake. Just as Lin Fan was about to jump off the carriage, Mu Qingfeng grabbed him.

"Boss, wait a minute."

Lin Fan looked in the direction she was pointing.

A tall, middle-aged man, accompanied by several constables and yamen runners, strode out of the yamen.

“That’s Officer Li. Boss, it’s probably not convenient for you to meet with him,” Mu Qingfeng said.

Lin Fan nodded and returned to the carriage to wait for the other party to leave first.

Unexpectedly, Officer Li walked straight towards them.

"Is that Constable Chen in the carriage? Why is he hiding like a little girl?"