Chapter 163 A Pure Land

Pure Buddhist light continuously emanated from the treasure pearl in Wei Yuan's hand. The middle-aged monk was lost in thought, the purity of this Buddhist light far surpassing even that of his master. Only those legendary arhats, vajras, and dharma protectors could possibly achieve this.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but put his hands together, murmuring to himself:

"Body like glass, bright inside and out, pure and without blemish, vast and radiant..."

"Amitabha, Amitabha."

Many monks, as long as they could still make a sound, chanted in unison, their expressions varied. Indeed, some were devout, even to the point of having a morbid obsession, while others were ignorant and simply followed the rest of their brothers, a case of mob mentality.

Wei Yuan clenched his fingers together, suppressing the Buddhist light of the pearl.

The Buddhist pearl could be used for transmitting sound over long distances and storing information for others. Previously, this middle-aged monk wanted to use the pearl to record Wei Yuan's appearance, but it had been reversed by Wei Yuan. From the pearl, Wei Yuan also learned the reason for these monks' arrival.

It seemed that two monks, one old and one young, from their sect were carrying the Buddhist treasure, the Sharira.

They had traveled thousands of miles to Jiangnan Dao to find a Buddhist enemy.

But for some unknown reason, they disappeared on the first day they arrived in Yingtian Prefecture.

Their souls were scattered, and even the Buddhist treasure Sharira was lost.

Therefore, the abbot was furious and sent his disciples to Jiangnan Dao, first to investigate the cause of death of the two monks, second, to find the Buddhist treasure Sharira at all costs and return it to the Buddhist gate, and third, to inherit the duties of the two monks and continue searching for the Buddhist enemy who destroyed the Guanyin Temple statue in Jiangnan Dao.

And when they arrived here, they happened to run into Yuanjue.

The two sides had often been at odds in the past, so they subconsciously believed that the disappearance and death of the two monks, and the loss of the Buddhist treasure Sharira, were all related to Yuanjue, and they began to investigate secretly.

Wei Yuan held the Buddhist pearl and pondered slightly. It seemed that the two missing Buddhist disciples had come with the Sharira to find the 'Buddhist enemy', which was himself, but they didn't know who they encountered, were directly killed and their souls shattered, and even the Sharira was taken away.

A master with a grudge against Buddhism?

Previously, Yuanjue only had pure compassion and righteousness, and was not stained with bloody killing intent. Moreover, Wei Yuan instinctively believed that Yuanjue, who even thought of bringing the Buddhist enemy back to the mountain to teach Buddhist Dharma and convert him into a monk, did not seem like the type to kill for the Sharira.

While he was pondering, Wei Yuan heard a noise and turned to see the middle-aged monk with his hands together, his eyes devout and somewhat morbidly fanatical, prostrating and murmuring, "The Buddhist light is as pure as glass, you... no, you, are you a reincarnation of the Dharma Protector of my Buddha?! Or is it the ancestor of my Buddhist gate descending to the mortal world to slay demons and eliminate evil?"

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

"How fortunate I am to be able to see the true appearance of the Dharma Protector!"

When the other monks saw their master performing such a great salute, they all followed closely behind.

Wei Yuan frowned, displeased. He originally wanted to deny it casually, but then noticed the expressions of these monks, and his voice paused slightly. He also thought of what Yuanjue had said earlier, knowing that what the other party needed was only the ancestor they believed in, the Buddha they believed in. As for what he, Wei Yuan, thought, it didn't matter. These monks who worshiped Buddha would only think that his spirituality had not yet awakened.

He then thought that the Buddhist enemy in the eyes of these monks was himself, and he was worried that these monks would be disadvantageous to Yuanjue.

Rather than sending these monks away, it would be better to play along.

Wei Yuan held the Buddhist pearl and said in a flat tone:

"...You, understand what?"

The middle-aged monk's expression calmed down, and there was a faint hint of excitement. He put his hands together and said, "Disciple understands, it is disciple who has eyes but failed to recognize the true appearance of the Dharma Protector. I hope my Buddha is merciful and does not blame me. Venerable Dharma Protector, your coming to the mortal world this time and contacting that demonic monk Yuanjue must be for some plan. Disciple is ignorant and almost disturbed you."

"Sinful, sinful."

"This time, I will definitely inform the abbots about your descent into the world."

Wei Yuan remained noncommittal.

Hearing the monk say that he was going to report his affairs, he opened his mouth and said:

"My matters are not allowed to be spread."

The monk was surprised and puzzled, then suddenly seemed to understand, and said:

"Venerable Dharma Protector is going to act in secret? Then I wonder what disciple should do to cooperate with the venerable one?"

Wei Yuan replied, "What you did in the past, you will continue to do in the future."

"Continue to track Yuanjue, but don't really take action; continue to report to Guanyin Temple as usual, but hide what you have truly gained. As for the matter of tracking the true Buddhist enemy, leave it to me, you don't need to take action."

The middle-aged monk was at a loss, and then had an instinctive hesitation. His reason allowed the suspicion in his heart to temporarily suppress the piety of worshiping Buddha every day. He put his hands together and cautiously hesitated to ask:

"...Venerable Dharma Protector, does this move have a deeper meaning?"

Because I don't want you to cause trouble.

Because that Buddhist enemy is me.

Of course, he couldn't say that.

So Wei Yuan let go of his hand, letting the Buddhist pearl circulate between his fingers, the Buddhist light shining everywhere, his pupils clear as glass, his expression peaceful, his eyes slightly raised, and he said lightly:

"The Buddha said, it cannot be spoken."

With just five words, he didn't mention it any further. The middle-aged monk was surprised, at a loss, and pondered, then a look of endless joy appeared on his face. He bowed respectfully with his hands together and said:

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is, disciple understands."

...What do you understand?

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, his expression peaceful, and said, "Go."

All the monks took the pills to regulate their breath, and then saluted and retreated one by one. Wei Yuan watched the monks leave, the Buddhist pearl still emitting light. He lowered his eyes and muttered to himself, "Venerable Dharma Protector..."

Judging from the fact that this Buddhist pearl reacted to him, a fragment of his true spirit from a certain lifetime was probably captured by Sangha and then transformed into something like a Dharma Protector.

Although he reincarnated through generations, the essence of the true spirit was the same.

It was common sense for inanimate objects like Buddhist pearls, which had no ability to distinguish, to mistake him.

Wei Yuan pondered, paid attention to the Buddhist pearl, and then clenched his fingers.

With a crack, the Buddhist pearl was crushed into powder and scattered with the wind.

Wei Yuan didn't think that his casual words could be concealed for long. Even if the monks just now didn't suspect anything because of their fanaticism, Guanyin Temple and other Buddha-worshiping sects would notice the difference and the abnormality. Keeping this pearl would be a trouble and a hidden danger.

He had to be cautious and not underestimate anyone.

Just now, he even thought about simply throwing the Buddhist pearl to Wu Zhiqi.

But after thinking about it, it was still inappropriate. This would cause unnecessary trouble, would disturb Wu Zhiqi, and might greatly reduce the latter's perception of modern humans. However, he could mention it to Wu Zhiqi later. If he wanted to play with one, he could also get one for him.

He had been busy with several things today, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Wei Yuan was a little tired, and looking at the traffic, he thought that he had to hurry back. He had the idea of ​​simply staying near Yingtian Prefecture for one night, but after thinking about it, he decided to go directly back to the museum. After all, he had said when he left that he would probably be back in a day.

He casually opened a shared bicycle and rode towards the museum.

When he arrived at the old street, he circulated his cultivation method several times until the sharp aura that had overflowed due to his actions was suppressed. Then he stepped back. Just now, he had circulated his cultivation method and gradually began to feel a little hungry.

He set off near noon in the morning, and immediately began a series of events such as lurking, investigating, and taking action. Finally, he went to the Special Operations Team office with Yuanjue to cooperate with the investigation and take notes. He was so busy that he didn't even eat lunch.

Now it was past dinner time.

The appetite of martial arts cultivators at this stage was quite exaggerated. The consequence of not eating two meals was that Wei Yuan felt that his stomach was filled with magma and sulfuric acid, and his stomach almost felt a faint pain due to hunger.

If he had known, he should have finished dinner in Yingtian Prefecture before coming back.

But that would have missed this high-speed train, and the next one would have to wait three hours. If he ate near the high-speed rail station, no, the food there was too expensive, and his appetite was too big, so it wouldn't be cost-effective.

Wei Yuan looked at the museum not far away. There were no restaurants in the old street area, and with his current appetite, it was not cost-effective to eat out except for buffets. He had to press his stomach with one hand, speed up his pace, and rush home.

There was braised beef, fresh shrimp fish plate, mushroom stewed chicken, and snow笋肉丝 at home.

There were also Special Operations Team's special compressed biscuits mixed with Bigu pills.

In any case, it could at least cope with it.

He pushed open the door and strode in.

The museum was as usual. The part belonging to the museum had old wooden shelves and ancient collections, shrouded in dim lights, as if time had slowed down. The black cat was sitting on a wooden cabinet, and Tiannv Jue was painting with the black cat as a model.

Wei Yuan slowed down and walked over, taking a look.

Well,

The painting was very good, but it didn't look like a cat.

Su Yu'er was still there, but her classmate was gone. Seeing Wei Yuan's gaze, Su Yu'er explained softly, "Xiang Xue woke up for a while and fell asleep again. I let her go back to my room."

Wei Yuan knew that the room she was talking about was in the bookstore next door.

Wei Yuan did not take out the bronze cauldron sealed with the descendants of Wushan in front of Jue, but just motioned Su Yu'er to wait. The feeling of hunger in his belly was like a fire, so he walked to the narrow kitchen, originally planning to find instant noodles and deal with it with compressed biscuits.

But he accidentally saw a portion of meat soup and a lotus root stir-fry on the table, with cooked rice, and the temperature was fixed by magic.

Wei Yuan was surprised. Could it be that the water ghost also knew how to do this?

No, impossible.

It knew a lot of dishes, braised beef, rattan pepper chicken soup, spicy beef, sauerkraut beef, but they were all the kind that was brewed with water. At most, it would add a sausage, two eggs, and a meat and egg double fly. With cola, it was the limit of the water ghost's cooking skills, and it was also the lineup that could satisfy it.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath, and his stomach made a gurgling sound.

The girl in a light lotus-colored long dress and a white shirt put down a stroke and breathed out, saying:

"Today Yu and I tried the dishes of this era and left some for you."

She dipped the paint and lowered her head to add a stroke to the canvas with her pen, muttering to herself in a low voice:

"I thought you were visiting old friends, so you should have lunch there, but you shouldn't be embarrassed to come back after eating dinner, and if you rush back, you probably haven't eaten yet, right?"

"What do you think of my painting?"

Wei Yuan was very grateful and didn't stand on ceremony, taking up his chopsticks directly.

After taking a big bite of meat, he raised his head and looked at the girl's painting, gave a thumbs up, and said vaguely:

"Perfect!"

The black cat swayed its tail and jumped to the side, leaned its head over, and then froze. Its pupils shrank, almost becoming vertical pupils. Its tail stopped shaking, and it subconsciously opened its mouth. It looked at the robust painting that looked like a pig, and then looked at Wei Yuan. Suddenly, it was angry and waved its white claws at Wei Yuan.

"Meow? Meow meow meow?!!!"

ps: Today's first update..., 3,500 words.

Thank you to Sheng Ruo Fanxing for the 20,000 Qidian coins, thank you~