Spirit Vessel

By Jiu Dang Jia,九当家

Spirit Vessel Chapter 67

Spirit Vessel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Secrets of the Temple (2)

The pagoda was filled with dust and rusted mottles while the floor covered with debris.

Even though there was a fight turning the heavens upside down outside, but the pagoda maintained its tranquility. The Buddhist candle at the top of the pagoda was still radiating a faint and gentle light.

Feng Fei Yun traveled along the wooden stair and finally made it to the top. There were no creatures or formations along the way, entirely outside of his expectation.

But once he made it to the top, then everything betrayed his expectation even more.

“Crackling!”

On the wooden floor was a burning bonfire. On top of the fire was an iron staff with a giant scorpion, around the size of a human head. The scorpion was already burnt brown with white smoke, issuing a meaty scent.

Roasting the scorpion was a monk around eight feet tall with muscular body with huge chains over his body.

His chest was half revealed, and there was a tattoo on it with the shape of a black dragon raising its claws to the left, and a ferocious white tiger to the right.

With the tattoos on his body, it seemed like this was not a nice person, more like the boss of a certain gang.

Plus this monk was also using his Buddhist staff as a tool to roast meat, and a scorpion out of all things. His arm the size of a water bucket continued to rotate, roasting and drinking wine at the same time.
The monk was sitting on a wooden board. His chubby head glanced at Feng Fei Yun and gave a very friendly smile, but in Feng Fei Yun’s eyes, this smile was no different than a ferocious sneer of a butcher.

“Big brother Fei Yun, this monk won’t let me go, big brother hurry and save me.”

Feng Jian Xue was huddled in a corner, it was easy to see that she was very afraid of this monk.

Feng Fei Yun gave a quick glance, then clasped his hands and bowed, then respectfully said:

“Senior is part of the Buddhist circle, why are you making things difficult for a little girl, this is clearly not the conduct of a person belonging to the Buddhist faith.”

This monk lifted his head and smiled:

“Young benefactor, your words are a bit incorrect. Look at me, do my conducts resemble a monk in anyway?”

The moment this monk opened his mouth, it caused others to be surprised. His voice was extremely aged, like an old man nearing his death. It was not fitting compared to his tall and muscular physique.

“This…”

Feng Fei Yun became annoyed, this monk looked more like an evil monk, plus he was also inside the pagoda, definitely an expert with powerful cultivation so absolutely couldn’t make him angry.

If it wasn’t possible to play hard, then one could only use softness!

Feng Fei Yun laughed haha, and observed the surrounding of the pagoda, then stepped forward.

In the middle of the pagoda was a Buddhist candle; it was unknown what it was made out of to give it the eternal never extinguishing property.

Outside of the candle, there was also an engraving on the wall. It was a venerable monk wearing a white monastic robe, with a cyan dragon ring along with Buddhist beads, and a pair of eyes filled with infinite sadness.

Even though it was only a painting but this sadness was very vivid. Anyone who saw the picture wouldn’t be able to contain their emotions.

“Cooked, finally cooked, little girl, do you want to eat?”

The monk yelled.

Feng Jian Xue almost vomited from just glancing at the scorpion, so naturally shook her head repeatedly and shut her eyes tight, clearly didn’t want to look anymore.

“Sigh! What a shame, this is such a delicious meal yet no one dare to share it with this poor monk.”
(TN1: Poor monk is what monks refer to themselves)

The monk shook his head and stomped his foot, seemingly very disappointed.

“I will enjoy this meal together with senior.”

Feng Fei Yun sat next to the monk, and ripped the tail from the scorpion on the Buddhist staff and directly placed it into his mouth.

He initially thought that the scorpion’s meat would be very difficult to eat, but after chewing twice, it was very delicious.

“Good meat, senior is indeed worthy of being a famous meat roaster.”

Feng Fei Yun praised from his heart.

“Hahaha! This monk Jiu Rou’s roasting is naturally the number one in the world, even the number one cook of a heavenly golden little miss wouldn’t roast as well as me.”
(TN2: Jiu = Wine, Rou = Meat. Heavenly golden little miss = a rich/royal girl in the wuxia/historical setting)

The monk laughed, it was easy to see that he was very happy when others praised him for his roasting.

Feng Fei Yun surprisingly asked:

“Senior’s name is Monk Jiu Rou?”

“Not right, not right.”

The monk shook his head repeatedly.

Feng Fei Yun couldn’t help but laugh at himself, why would he ask such a stupid question? How could there be a monk named Jiu Rou (Wine Meat) in this world.

“My Buddhist title is Jiu Rou.”

Monk Jiu Rou said in a serious manner.

“Poof!”

Feng Fei Yun almost spat out the piece of scorpion meat he was chewing on outside, this monk was really called monk Jiu Rou.

Monk Jiu Rou stood next to the fire, with his round face wearing a solemn expression, as if he was remembering something, then said:

“Before my master led me into the Mortal Life Temple, he didn’t give me a Buddhist title before passing away. Buddhist title “Jiu Rou” was a name I personally chose.”

Mortal Life Temple was a grand temple? Feng Fei Yun had never heard of it, only felt that this monk was only speaking nonsense.

Feng Fei Yun always felt that this monk had a mental problem, and didn’t want to hurt him, so he said:

“Senior is an accomplished monk, how could you keep a young miss in captivity. If this matter was spread outside then it wouldn’t only affect your reputation but also the honor of the Mortal Life Temple.”

Feng Fei Yun sincerely describe the grave stakes for the monk Jiu Rou, hoping that this strange monk would be enlightened.

Monk Jiu Rou still seemed to be thinking about something. His old voice prolonged, and sighed:

“Mortal Life Temple had already sank into the ground for more than eight hundred years. The entire Mortal Life Temple only had this poor monk left. Even if I lose all of my reputation, i would still take this girl as my disciple, to pass on all the Buddhist teachings of Mortal Life Temple, and continue our heritage. Otherwise, after this poor monk had passed away, how would I have the face to meet my master?”

“What? This godly temple is the Mortal Life temple?”

Feng Fei Yun was a bit surprised.
“What!? You want to take me in as a disciple? To be a female monk?”

Feng Jian Xue shivered, and continuously shook her head. Even if someone beats her to death, she still wouldn’t want to be a monk, a shaved head would be very ugly. This matter was absolutely impossible, but there was no chance for negotiation.

Monk Jiu Rou nodded his head, and said:

“You and Buddha are brought together by fate. You have the Xiantian Buddhist Bones, if you didn’t come with me to join the monastery then it would be a great shame. Plus I’m not forcing you to be a female monk?”

“Then what?”

Feng Fei Yun also frown, naturally he didn’t hope for Feng Jian Xue to become a monk.

“A female nun!”

Monk Jiu Rou drank a large gulp of booze again, the sound of his swallowing wine was very loud.

Feng Fei Yun and Feng Jian Xue were completely speechless with this monk. Even if he wanted a disciple, he should be finding a male completely dedicated to Buddhism. But this monk only want a beautiful little girl like jade and flower in Feng Jian Xue, this was causing too much trouble for others!

But Feng Fei Yun also noticed that this monk Jiu Rou also have a bit of Buddhist tendency in him. Even though he appeared to be careless and drowned in alcohol and meat, but his attitude was very stubborn. Once he made up his mind, it would be difficult to change it.

“I don’t want to be a female nun, just kill me now!”

Feng JIan Xue stomped the ground, wanting to kick this monk Jiu Rou’s head.

“Great sin! Great sin! Master has never kill any living existences, not even an ant.”
(TN3: Great sin is a loose translation of a common monk’s saying. Basically when he sees a crime or something against Buddhist teaching, he would say it)

Monk Jiu Rou spoke while chewing on a piece of scorpion meat.
Feng Fei Yun smiled:

“Then the scorpion in the hand of senior, did it kill itself by slamming into a wall?”

“Not true, not true, it was the flame who killed it, not this monk.”

Monk Jiu Rou honestly spoke with a serious expression, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

But this sadness quickly disappeared, he continued to open his big mouth to eat the meat and drink the wine.

Feng Fei Yun admit that he was a bit shameless, and had done many bad things, but today he truly had to accept complete defeat before this monk Jiu Rou.

“Rumble!”

The entire Buddhist pagoda violently shook. The fight outside became more and more frightening. Countless sword energy scurrying in the sky destroying Buddhist pagodas one by one, and cutting bronze Buddhist statues into pieces.

But within ten zhang, these sword energy were unable to enter this Buddhist pagoda. Once reached, there was an invisible force dissipating these sword energies, turning them into a plume of smoke.

Feng Fei Yun opened a window inside the pagoda and stared outside. The three Ju Qings were still attacking with all of their onslaught towards the yellow muddy ancient well.

The ancient well was still standing strong. There were strands of smoke emanating outward turning into a sword will, and a grand battle occurred.

“Senior, you are the last monk of the Mortal Life Cavern, do you know there real secret inside the ancient well?”

Feng Fei Yun curiously asked.

After hearing the question, monk Jiu Rou became even more serious. He put down the scorpion meat in his hand then stared at the sad painting on the wall, and slowly spoke:

“The well buried a woman. One thousand eight hundred years ago, the abbot of the Mortal Life Temple caused all the monks to die in order to save this woman. He refined all the life essences of all the existences inside this grand temple, in order to create an immortal spring spirit water, in order to prolong the life of this woman.”


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