Chapter 51: The Buddhist Seal of Opportunity

Chapter 51: Buddhist Opportunity, Seal Loosens

Faxi Temple.

Faxi Temple was originally named Tianzhu Temple. Later, when the Zhou Dynasty fell, Jiangnan Province became part of the Wu Kingdom. At that time, there were many people in the Wu Kingdom who hated Buddhism, leading to a famous anti-Buddhist movement. Subsequently, Tianzhu Temple was renamed Faxi Temple.

Coupled with the obstruction from the Zhenyi Sect Leader at the time, this ancient temple was able to be preserved.

Faxi Temple is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with beautiful scenery. Its halls and pavilions are numerous, and it houses a large collection of scriptures and Medicinal Pills.

Its internal architecture includes the Hall of Heavenly Kings, Yuan Tong Hall, Mahavira Hall, Scripture Storage Pavilion, Vairocana Hall, and other buildings, laid out solemnly and orderly. There are also inherited structures like the Scripture Translation Platform, Seven-Leaf Hall, and Three-Life Stone.

Inside the Vairocana Hall, it was very calm and quiet.

Fa Zhi knelt before the Buddha statue, eyes closed, tapping the wooden fish in front of him.

After an unknown amount of time, Fa Zhi’s movements paused, and then he slowly opened his eyes, glancing at the wooden fish mallet in his hand.

A crack had appeared on the wooden fish mallet.

“Prodigy sees fortune, but its evil is not yet ripe. When its evil ripens, it will surely suffer the torment of sin.”

Fa Zhi sighed deeply.

A crack appearing on the wooden fish mallet was clearly a bad omen.

“Senior Brother.”

Just then, a tender voice sounded from outside the door.

A small monk, about seven or eight years old, stood at the entrance, a string of prayer beads in his hand.

The small monk had red lips and white teeth, clear eyes and beautiful brows, but his expression carried a hint of naivety and innocence.

“Come in.”

Fa Zhi slowly said, “Have you recited your scriptures today?”

“Replying to Senior Brother, Fa Wu has recited them,” the small monk said respectfully, with his palms pressed together.

Fa Zhi nodded, not speaking further.

Fa Wu asked, puzzled, “Senior Brother, why do you always recite scriptures here in the Vairocana Hall?”

His Senior Brother Fa Zhi had been reciting scriptures here for several days, and he didn’t know why he wasn’t reciting them in the Mahavira Hall.

“I am resolving Karma.”

“Can Senior Brother resolve it?”

“Karma cycles; results arise from causes, and naturally, they also perish because of causes.”

“What is this cause? Is it Buddha?”

“No, it is all living beings in the world.”

Fa Wu said, “Since it is the cause of all living beings in the world, naturally it should be resolved by all living beings in the world.”

Fa Zhi chuckled softly, “But aren’t you and I also part of these myriad living beings?”

Fa Wu nodded, as if understanding, thinking: I am also a member of the myriad living beings in the world. If people in this world sow a cause, naturally I must also bear the resulting Karma.

Behind the Buddha statue, specks of black Qi emerged, like dark vines entwined around the statue, while inside the statue, a layer of golden light surged.

The black Qi and golden light reflected each other, intertwining.

If An Jing were present, he would surely recognize that this black Qi was precisely Yin Qi.

In the pure land of Buddhism, such dense Yin Qi had appeared, even subtly covering the golden light of the Buddha statue.

“Crack!” “Crack!”

The next moment, the golden light seemed unable to bear it, and cracks appeared around the Buddha statue. Before long, these cracks covered the entire statue.

“Hiss! Hiss!” “Hiss! Hiss!”

The already faint golden light instantly shattered, and the black Yin Qi became even more rampant and wild.

Fa Wu exclaimed, “Senior Brother, this…”

“The evil has ripened.”

Fa Zhi sighed softly, “Quickly, invite all the monks in the temple.”

“Yes, Fa Wu will go now.”

Upon hearing this, Fa Wu dared not delay in the slightest.

Inside Ji Shi Clinic.

Zhao Qingmei sat by the table, her expression calm and serene.

“Young Miss, Master, the Young Master has already left with his medicine box,” Tan Yun whispered, then stood obediently to the side.

Zhao Qingmei said faintly, “Sanjia, you know about last night’s events, right?”

“I know. The two people chased by the Cao Gang were Mu Xiaoyun and Jiang Sanjia,” Li Fuzhou slowly said, “The person killed was indeed Piaoxue Jian Xue Chen. His cultivation had reached the First Rank, and that is also correct.”

The Human Sect is specifically responsible for investigations and intelligence, not to mention Li Fuzhou was on the Yuzhou River last night, so he naturally knew all about the matter.

“Mu Xiaoyun?”

Zhao Qingmei couldn’t help but smile upon hearing those three words.

Mu Xiaoyun was the Cao Gang Leader’s wife, yet she was being pursued by the Cao Gang.

Li Fuzhou said, “According to the intelligence gathered by our scouts, it seems Mu Xiaoyun knew something detrimental to Liu Qingshan, which led to Liu Qingshan’s house arrest. She eventually escaped, and Xue Chen, having received her favor many years ago, chose to sacrifice his life for Mu Xiaoyun out of gratitude for that past kindness.”

Tan Yun whispered from the side, “I didn’t expect that Peerless Swordsman to be so vulnerable. I thought his strength was much profound.”

“Being ambushed by a First Rank Master and three Second Rank Masters, being able to hold on for several moves is already quite good,” Li Fuzhou glanced at Tan Yun and said, “Your cultivation has stagnated for a long time. It seems you’ve become complacent since leaving the Headquarters. You’ve lived a comfortable life for too long, and you’ve become quite round.”

Tan Yun shrank her neck, too scared to speak further.

Only when Li Fuzhou withdrew his gaze did she subconsciously touch her plump cheeks and soft belly, thinking to herself: It’s all that stinky Young Master’s fault. Every time he comes back, he brings pastries. I told him not to, but he insisted, and I can’t waste them…

“Find Mu Xiaoyun. I’m very curious about this secret,” Zhao Qingmei said with a smile, “And that Jiang Sanjia.”

“Sect Leader, do you intend to use Jiang Sanjia’s Ghost Valley Heavenly Secrets to find the murderer of Old Leader Jiang Shang?” Li Fuzhou asked with a solemn expression.

“Exactly,” Zhao Qingmei said faintly.

Li Fuzhou thought for a moment and said, “I don’t think Jiang Sanjia will necessarily be able to figure it out. The person capable of killing Old Leader Jiang Shang is undoubtedly one of the top few Masters in the world today. The Ghost Valley Sect’s divination emphasizes that Heavenly Secrets cannot be fully calculated.”

The previous Demonic Cult Leader, Jiang Shang, was a Peerless Master whose name struck fear into the hearts of all heroes in the world, a generation’s hegemon who controlled the Demonic Cult. Those capable of killing such a figure could be counted on one hand in the entire world.

Zhao Qingmei said expressionlessly, “Find this person first, then we’ll talk. I don’t want to see the Cao Gang get to him before us.”

Li Fuzhou nodded slightly, then seemed to recall something. “Sect Leader, your subordinate has received important news.”

“Speak.”

“The thing sealed in Faxi Temple seems to have loosened.”

“Oh? That’s not a good sign.”

Zhao Qingmei raised an eyebrow, falling into contemplation. “If what’s recorded in the Sect’s ancient texts is true…”

The Demonic Cult is more ancient than many Sects in Great Yan. In today’s world, only Zhenyi and Buddhism can compare; other Sects are merely upstarts. Furthermore, the Demonic Cult has always prospered, and the secret records in its ancient texts are unparalleled in the world.

“If this item were to fall into the hands of someone with ill intentions, I’m afraid it would lead to another bloody storm,” Li Fuzhou slowly said.

“It seems we’ll have to join the fun for this Yulanpen Festival (Ghost Festival),” Zhao Qingmei said faintly.

Li Fuzhou nodded and said, “Leave it to your subordinate.”

“Sanjia, are your injuries serious?” Zhao Qingmei glanced at Li Fuzhou and asked.

“Although I swallowed the Medicinal Pill refined by the Poison King of the Sect, it still requires some time.”

Li Fuzhou said regretfully, “If Xue Chen hadn’t stolen my Vermilion Fruit, I imagine my injuries would have already recovered about seventy to eighty percent.”

At this point, Li Fuzhou suddenly felt a bit strange. Zhao Qingmei had always known about his injuries, so why would she suddenly ask this?

“Sect Leader…”

“I heard this morning that you were going to take my husband to a Brothel to listen to music.”

“Your subordinate merely said it casually, and also to test that Little Doctor.”

Li Fuzhou gave a dry laugh, then, with a pained heart, took out the silver he hadn’t even had time to warm, offering it with both hands: “Sect Leader, this is the silver the Young Master gave me, ten taels, no more, no less, it’s all here.”

Zhao Qingmei accepted the silver with satisfaction. My husband’s hard-earned consultation fee, of course, only I can use it.

The second chapter will be around 7 PM.