Chapter 115: Just a Joke

Before the sun shone into the West Region, the Buddhist City was already crowded with people, and the streets and alleys were full of people.

The foolish woman on South Street gave birth to a saint, and this news quickly spread throughout the Buddhist City.

Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it quickly spread.

Mu Qin, wearing a Taoist robe, neat and wrinkle-free, slowly opened her eyes.

This most determined seeker of the Tao, even if the spiritual energy has been exhausted, always maintains this spotless posture.

Because the spiritual energy is sealed in the body, the difference between her and ordinary people is not too big.

It's just that her strength is much greater, and her five senses are much more acute. In addition, with the help of the incense power retained in her body, she can also use some magic.

I sat all night yesterday and felt sleepy. I didn't change my clothes and fell asleep. Until this moment, I was awakened by the noise in the market.

She put on her shoes and socks and pushed the door out. The apprentice in the next room and Li Tianyu in the opposite room were waiting at her door early.

"Master, what are the arrangements for today?" Si Nian asked.

"Let's go and have a look." Mu Qin waved her whisk and said calmly.

When you first enter the Buddhist city, you must not rush.

First understand the situation in the city, and then look for the classics of Jiuxiang Temple step by step.

The biggest obstacle should be the monks here. It is obvious that the classics of Jiuxiang Temple have been occupied by the monks here.

If these monks are sincere to Buddhism, it would be fine. Although she has a personal grudge with Jiuxiang Temple, she always admits that Jiuxiang Temple is a famous and upright sect.

This is beneficial to her. The wisdom of mortals is also infinite. If she can communicate with the monks who have learned the classics of Jiuxiang Temple, her understanding will be deepened a lot.

I am afraid that they will occupy the toilet without shitting...

The three of them got off the inn and walked towards South Street.

It is rumored that a saint was born there.

On the way.

Si Nian happened to meet the figure wearing black clothes and a black and white mask on his face again.

She hesitated for a moment, a scent of incense wrapped around her fingertips, and pointed at the mask.

With a snap.

The black and white mask was knocked away.

Finally, the face she had been curious about for a long time was revealed. For some reason, her heartbeat accelerated a little.

Mu Qin also looked over.

Then, her eyes were complicated, as if she was relieved, but also a little disappointed.

Under the mask, there was a pretty face.

The delicate skin and tender flesh gave people a very childish feeling.

The man hurriedly picked up the mask and put it on again.

He noticed that there were two beautiful women looking at him not far away, and he was happy, thinking that it must be this dress that attracted peach blossoms.

He took a few steps forward, bowed politely, saluted, and said: "Two ladies, I am Su Yun. I just arrived in Focheng yesterday and settled in the 'Yuanlai Inn'."

"I think the two ladies are destined to be with me, can I..."

"Ahem." Li Tianyu, who had been silent all the time, spoke.

He first glanced at Si Nian.

Seeing that the other person's eyes did not fluctuate, this person did not seem to be an acquaintance.

So he took a step forward and blocked the person, "Friend, these two girls are busy, please go back."

"Uh..." The man who called himself Su Yun was stunned. Although he was also tall, his momentum was much weaker. Even with the support of this expensive clothing and accessories, he was defeated in just one encounter.

He said embarrassedly: "Okay."

Then, he left in disgrace.

"Don't do it next time." Mu Qin scolded lightly without looking back.

Si Nian nodded quickly, knowing that he was wrong.

The ups and downs of yesterday's mood gradually calmed down.

That's right.

The world is so big, how could it be possible to meet here.

It's better not to meet... At least you don't have to think too much.

Si Nian's thoughts gradually calmed down.

At this time, South Street was almost there.

Mu Qin remembered that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so she asked Li Tianyu to go to the street to see if there were any desserts such as wine cakes to buy.

After searching several stores, they all had nothing. There was only one thing called "bitter grass cake" for sale in Buddha City.

Along the way, the transactions in Buddha City were very primitive, and the entertainment level was far inferior to that of Lingtian Dynasty. The food and clothing were monotonous... It was not a place to live for a long time.

He swallowed the bitter grass cake.

Li Tianyu frowned and secretly made up his mind that he would never eat a single bite of food in Buddha City again. It was really hard to swallow and it was simply not for human consumption.

The group walked towards the birthplace of the saint.

It was a dilapidated thatched house.

There were many people around, very lively, as if thirteen orthodox temples had come.

The three saw the man wearing black cloud pattern brocade and a black and white mask on his face.

But this time, the sight of several people did not stop.

...

The birth of a saint.

It seemed to be a very solemn thing in Buddha City.

South Street was surrounded by people early.

Li Changxiao followed the pace of the fourth monk and came here to watch the excitement.

Zhang Daoke and the other nine other jianghu who were accompanying him changed their clothes and blended into the crowd, keeping alert at all times.

The fourth monk looked envious.

It would be great if he was also a saint sent from heaven.

The foolish woman on South Street had a high fever when she was a child, which damaged her brain. She was able to survive until now, thanks to her elderly father who went to the grassland outside the Buddhist city every morning to collect bitter grass and make "bitter grass cakes" to sell.

Because there was no monk in the family, her status was very low.

The foolish woman was not young, but she was a fool. Her father was too old to discipline her, so he could only let her play nearby.

As a result, she got pregnant inexplicably, and she didn't even know what pregnancy was.

The poor old father had nowhere to complain, and even though he felt uncomfortable, he finally endured it.

Every morning and evening, he kept saying that it would be great if he gave birth to a saint.

Unexpectedly.

The wish came true.

She really gave birth to a child with the appearance of a saint.

Early in the morning.

The abbots and monks of thirteen temples came to this shabby thatched house.

The abbots of Changxiang Temple, Luji Temple, Qizong Temple... three temples knelt in the front, chanting scriptures and performing rituals to baptize the future "saint".

The monks and monks of the other ten temples stood in two rows, lined up in order, and watched the ceremony.

Because the thatched house was not big and could not accommodate too many people, some monks and monks stood outside the house, looking sideways into the house.

This ritual lasted for a long time.

When it was coming to an end.

Everyone was driven out of the thatched hut, leaving only the abbots of the three temples.

They closed the door with a snap.

Li Changxiao couldn't understand it either, so he asked the fourth monk which step it was.

The fourth monk said that this was the final step, which would decide which temple the saint would go to for further study and specialize in Buddhism.

The fourth monk said with curiosity: "Buddhism cannot be heard. I'm really curious about how the abbots of the three temples competed for the saint."

Hearing this, Li Changxiao looked hard into the house.

The house was pitch black.

He couldn't see clearly.

He looked around and saw no trace of Mu Qin and others.

So, he secretly turned a wisp of spiritual energy and merged it into his eyes.

Because the spiritual energy only circulated in the body, and Li Changxiao deliberately concealed it, the outside world could not detect any trace.

Li Changxiao's sight penetrated the tiny crack in the door.

The scene in the house suddenly became clear.

Only the three most respected monks were seen.

The method of competing for who will end up with the saint is...

It turns out to be a childish game of rock-paper-scissors.