The Dog Taoist's peculiar focus made the Chan Master Miao Ji want to smash his head to help him clear his thoughts.
After taking a punch from Chan Master Miao Ji, the Dog Taoist’s face contorted in pain.
He endured for a few breaths, suppressing the pain, and then said:
“Of course I see it. Do you think I’m an idiot?”
Chan Master Miao Ji silently recited Buddhist scriptures, looking at the Dog Taoist with an expression that seemed to say, "Aren't you an idiot?"
The Dog Taoist now also put on a serious expression: “This guy is like you, a martial monk. He doesn't abstain from meat or wine, nor from women and sex. Well… he’s a demon monk.”
As martial monks with similar cultivation paths, they naturally felt a sense of kinship.
Therefore, Chan Master Miao Ji could sense the demon monk's aura even through the seal.
“Is he perhaps someone from your Hanshan Temple?” the Dog Taoist asked.
Chan Master Miao Ji hesitated for a moment, as if observing, and then shook his head:
“He is not from Hanshan Temple. He is not even considered a true monk. Instead, he belongs to a folk sect.”
This statement puzzled everyone. Lin Zitong couldn't help but ask, “Don't monks belong to Buddhism? How can they belong to folk sects?”
“Amitabha.”
Chan Master Miao Ji clasped his hands together and replied, “For ordinary people to enter the clergy, they must first have their heads shaved, receive ordination, abstain from meat, recite Buddhist scriptures, cultivate a Buddha-heart, then take refuge in Buddha, and be bound by the Three Refuges and Eight Precepts.”
“Even martial monks who do not abstain from meat should have originated from proper monks who ate vegetarian meals and chanted Buddhist scriptures. Only after cultivating a Buddha-heart can they achieve the state where 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha remains in the heart.'”
“However, there is a group of demon monks in the folk world. They have not cultivated a Buddha-heart and have never received ordination. They use the guise of Buddhism to deceive people everywhere for their personal desires. They worship a false Buddha and cultivate a false Buddha-heart, never knowing what compassion means!”
“Even more terrifying is that, at some unknown point, this group of demon monks obtained the cultivation methods of Buddhist martial monks. Then, after making drastic modifications, they eventually extended into a completely new folk sect branch—Demon Monks!”
As Chan Master Miao Ji spoke, his eyes were fixed on the demon monk slowly emerging from the carriage.
The demon monk was eight feet tall, his body covered in bulging muscles, and his skin had a peculiar greenish hue. Purple veins were clearly visible, as if he were poisoned.
Around the demon monk's neck hung a string of prayer beads, but each bead was the size of a fist. Upon closer inspection, they were actually strung together from the skulls of different animals!
This fellow exuded an extremely heavy killing aura!
Notably, the demon monk’s limbs, chest, dantian, and the crown of his head were all brutally pierced with coffin nails!
“Because demon monks do not adhere to Buddhist precepts, they are very prone to demonic possession. Once possessed, they no longer know compassion and merely become murderous beasts. They eat raw flesh and drink blood, are cruel and bloodthirsty, defame the reputation of Buddhism, and are a thorn in the side of Buddhism.”
Chan Master Miao Ji sighed and said, “Amitabha… If this person were not participating in the arena battle, this humble monk would transfigure him now.”
Transfigure?
You mean physical transfiguration, everyone thought.
Lin Zitong also looked at the demon monk, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.
“Go, Yan Shouyi!”
At this moment, the audience below began cheering for Yan Shouyi.
“This demon monk doesn’t look like a good person. Beat him soundly for us!”
Lin Zitong looked at the audience in astonishment and suddenly smiled. This was perhaps the principle that the virtuous have many helpers.
Although the Chi Hua Society had a long history, it had done so many wicked deeds that its reputation was ruined and it had lost popular support.
In the past, people feared the Chi Hua Society and dared not speak out, but now, with Yan Shouyi and the Folklore Research Society as their backing, they finally voiced their true feelings.
It had to be said that the Chi Hua Society was a perfect target for gaining reputation, the best stepping stone for the Folklore Research Society’s debut.
More importantly, the young master of the Chi Hua Society, Wu Tianfeng, was a complete idiot for actively delivering the Chi Hua Society, this stepping stone, all the way from Yuzhou to Rongcheng.
The cheers and support from the crowd continued, focusing on the Chi Hua Society and the demon monk.
Wu Tianfeng’s face was ugly, feeling his dignity being trampled upon, but since he was in a foreign land, he couldn't possibly flip the table.
Just as Wu Tianfeng was in a rage, the newly released demon monk suddenly covered his ears, his expression contorted in pain.
“What’s going on?”
The members of the Chi Hua Society were momentarily flustered. They had heard of this demon monk’s fearsome reputation. A hundred years ago, he had wreaked havoc in Yuzhou and was finally suppressed by the ancestor of the Chi Hua Society with demon-sealing nails, sealed beneath the Eight-Cornered Well.
Later, after negotiations between both sides, the Chi Hua Society would release the demon monk for one month every ten years, and the demon monk was required to kill one person for the Chi Hua Society every five years.
Currently, although the Chi Hua Society and the demon monk were in a cooperative relationship, it was not impossible for this murderous fiend to suddenly go mad and vent his anger by killing.
Wu Tianfeng also retreated several steps in fear, his expression shifting between anger and apprehension, ready to flee at any moment.
“So noisy… so noisy…”
The demon monk clutched his head, his expression one of agony, repeatedly muttering the words “so noisy.”
Suddenly, he threw his head back and roared, “Be quiet!!”
Boom!!
At the same moment, thunder rumbled in everyone’s heads.
The demon monk’s voice was extremely penetrating, transforming into visible shockwaves that spread outwards!
Those who were slightly closer and not strong enough were instantly hit, bleeding from their seven orifices and writhing on the ground in pain.
Those a little further away were dizzy and nauseous, unable to speak.
“Buddhist Lion’s Roar.”
Chan Master Miao Ji said coldly, “It is a technique of our Buddhist martial monks.”
Just a single roar caused such damage.
Everyone present showed serious expressions, knowing that this demon monk was not weak and would not be easy to deal with.
Seeing this, Wu Tianfeng laughed heartily, “Hahaha… Shi Kui, very good! According to the agreement between the Chi Hua Society and you, as long as you kill the person on the stage for me today, we will grant you one month of freedom!”
Shi Kui!
This demon monk’s name was Shi Kui!
Upon hearing Wu Tianfeng’s words, the demon monk Shi Kui suddenly calmed down.
He released his head, his eyes fixed on Yan Shouyi on the stage, and suddenly burst into laughter:
“Hahaha… It’s him, right? Killing him is enough? Just killing him, or dismembering him, or eviscerating him, or perhaps… I’ll eat him?!”
The demon monk Shi Kui laughed with extreme wickedness, listing various methods of killing. His eyes revealed excitement, as if he were thrilled by the prospect of his first kill after a long hiatus.
“Even I, a pervert, find this guy perverted…” this thought appeared in the minds of Long Feicheng and Weng Qian simultaneously.
The immensely perverse Shi Kui leaped up, landing on the stage like a meteorite, a sinister smile on his face. He even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
“Kid, I haven’t killed anyone in a long time, so I’m a bit rusty. Don’t die too quickly… let me enjoy it a bit longer!”