Mad Monk

Chapter 1 White Clothed Little Monk

"Dudu Dudu... Dudu Dudu..."

"Who is it?"

A simple dressed young woman lazily got up from the bed and thought to herself:

"In the midst of wind and snow, there's still someone knocking on the door, isn't it a Mongolian Yuan dog?"

"A kind-hearted family, I am here to make amends."

A timid man's voice said.

The young woman became angry and said, "Go away, go away. In this world, I can't even eat enough myself. How can I have any surplus food for you, monk?"

The monk outside seemed to be crying with grievances.

"Female benefactor, please do me a favor. My master is sick and the people nearby are unwilling to open the door. Please..."

The young woman's heart softened as she listened to the sincere and tender voice outside the door.

My husband was taken by Meng Yuan to become a strong soldier. In the blink of an eye, there was no news of him for three years, and I don't know whether he will die or live.

Meng Yuan exploited the people of Tianqi, causing them to struggle. As the people of Tianqi, if we don't help each other anymore, we may become slaves of Meng Yuan for generations to come.

This monk should have come from the nearby Lingjue Temple, that's all. Just be a good person again.

The young woman straightened her eyebrows and messy hair, opened the door with a creak, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Standing outside the door was a young monk wrapped in white clothes, with his hands clasped together and his body slightly leaning forward. Standing on the muddy ground with wind and snow, he looked very strange and spotless.

The young monk had a handsome face, delicate features, and a charming smile on the corner of his mouth. There was a fragrant scar with the character "swastika" (pronounced as Wan) on his forehead.

At first glance, it gives a warm and sunny feeling.

The little monk revealed his white and neat teeth, lifted the equally clean copper bowl, and smiled:

"Amitabha Buddha, hello, female benefactor. I guess your soul must be as refined as your face, cultivating good deeds and achieving good results. Please give me a steamed bun... Oh, what's cooking inside? It smells so good..."

The young woman felt a sudden burning sensation on her cheeks.

"Hey, how could you wear such thin clothes when going out? It's windy and snowy outside, so why don't you come in first?"

The little monk smiled and said, "What a goodness! So, it's better for me to be respectful than to obey."

After a cup of tea, the little monk walked out of the young woman's house holding a steaming bowl of soup in one hand.

With one hand, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the lingering fragrance on his lips. He took a sip of hot soup and chuckled to himself, "Today is a lucky day. This house is actually cooking wild rabbit soup. Hehe, the rules and regulations are no better than human life. How can one still comprehend Buddhism even if they starve to death... It's funny to think of the owner's widened eyes when I asked for meat soup."

Taking two steps, the little monk muttered to himself:

"However, Master Wild Rabbit Soup is definitely not something to drink. If he takes it back, he will throw it away, waste food, and end up in a hungry hell. This will not only create more evil karma. Anyway, Master's health is very good, so let me, Daolian, take care of him."

Speaking, Daolian gulped down the rabbit soup.

While indulging in a feast, I saw a one eyed wild dog on the roadside with a tearful eye, pitifully staring at him.

Upon seeing this, Daolian sighed and said, "It's just that. Those who see it have a share. Come on."

Daolian crouched down and placed a copper bowl containing half a bowl of rabbit soup in front of the wild dog.

"Let's eat."

The one eyed wild dog raised its nose and sniffed, then extended its long, bleeding tongue and greedily rolled up the broth.

After drinking, he didn't forget to lick the copper bowl clean inside and out with his tongue.

Daolian picked up the copper bowl and patted the gaunt head of the wild dog.

"In times of chaos, it's not easy for us to survive. Let's live well, little monk."

The one eyed wild dog seemed to understand, barking twice as an answer.

Daolian smiled and got up and left. Just now, Ke took two steps, but with a double eyebrow and a Xuan, he immediately disappeared behind a low wall.

A group of Mongolian Yuan soldiers wearing fur coats, felt hats, and wielding simple knives and sharp swords walked into the village, chatting and laughing.

I only heard one of the Mongolian soldiers say:

"Ge Laozi was sent to this poor place to collect grain, and I don't know if there is any oil or water. He angered me and cooked a lowly person who had an apocalypse to offer as a tooth offering."

After speaking, the soldiers all agreed and laughed heartily.

Daolian closed her eyes and silently recited in her heart:

"Everything is empty, everything is empty. I haven't seen anything, I haven't heard anything, so I have to go back to the temple for evening classes."

As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to sneak away.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the Mongolian soldiers shouting, "Haha, what more meat is cooked in this restaurant? It smells so good! Go and take a look!"

With a clang, the wooden door was kicked open by two Mongolian Yuan soldiers.

Ah.

A woman's scream echoed through the village, followed by the lewd laughter of the soldiers.

Daolian frowned and said, "Bullying the benefactor of the little monk is not very good. It's not a lie to sow good deeds and reap good results." In the room, a Mongolian soldier was looking for a container to scoop soup and drink, while two other soldiers were tearing at the young woman's clothes.

The soldiers, who were giggling amidst the screams of a young woman, suddenly let out a series of screams, and then bent down to cover their right hand.

A copper bowl stood upright on the ground, spinning incessantly, while a white clothed little monk stood at the door, chanting the Buddhist name and smiling.

The young woman saw Daolian and seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, shouting loudly, "Little monk, help me!"

"Gentlemen, if you want to drink soup and eat meat, you need to be polite. I really should learn from the monk about this."

"Little bald donkey, seek death!"

The two soldiers near the door were furious, both raising their plain knives and fiercely slashing at the bald head!

Amidst the screams of the young woman, the white shadow on Daolian's right arm flashed, and the two soldiers fell with their plain knives in their hands. They both covered their stomachs and flew back, spewing blood from their mouths. They fell to the ground without any movement.

The other soldiers saw this and abandoned their belongings one after another, shouting and raising their swords to pounce.

Daolian's feet did not move, only a white shadow flickered in front of her. After a loud "crackling" sound, her swords fell to the ground, and the soldiers seemed to have no bones, one after another collapsing.

The young woman widened her eyes and fell to the ground, trembling as she said, "Little... little... master, you... did you... kill... kill them?"

Daolian slowly took out the handkerchief, wiped her hands, put it away, then clasped her hands together and shook her head, saying:

"I will take it as a good thing to send them to life in advance, so that they can reincarnate with less evil karma. Amitabha Buddha, sins and sins... These corpses, please kindly ask someone to take care of them, benefactor. Remember to keep them clean and tidy."

The young woman understood that Daolian was afraid of Meng Yuan's retaliation, and even claimed that if she stepped over the soldier's body, she would bow down.

Qinglian quickly supported the young woman with both hands.

"You don't have to worship me, benefactor. If you plant good causes, you will receive good results. It's not too late. Please clean up these corpses quickly. I hope you don't speak up about today's matter."

"Also, the clothes and hats of these soldiers were also burned to avoid being criticized. It's best for people in your village to go out and take shelter recently. I'll go now."

The young woman dared not say a word of no, nodded and bowed as she bid farewell to the monk, and hurriedly went to find a familiar neighbor to take care of the body.

An inconspicuous ancient temple stands quietly in a valley within the Taihang Mountains.

The dark red horn and dark gray roof figures are exposed between the towering ancient trees, adding to the sense of mystery and solemnity.

The sound of the ancient bell is not very loud, but rather very cloudy and dull, mixed with the calls of birds and beasts, appearing harmonious and natural.

Daolian stood under the mountain gate of Lingjue Temple, brushing the dust off her feet before slowly stepping into the temple.

In the Lingjue Hall, an old monk with white eyebrows, wrapped in a tattered yellow robe, sat on a cattail and led over ten young monks to recite Buddhist scriptures.

This old monk is the teacher of Daolian and the abbot of Lingjue Temple, Master Wujie.

Daolian took off her shoes and quietly slipped onto an empty cattail. She sat cross legged and began reciting Buddhist scriptures.

At the end of the evening class, the monks gradually bowed to the abbot and left the main hall.

Daolian was about to leave, but he heard the voice of Zen Master Wujie, who was old and powerful.

"Daolian, why did you miss the evening class time?"

Daolian chuckled and said, "Master, it's windy and snowy outside, and the road is slippery. My disciple is walking slower..."

"Lie!"

Master Wujie angrily said, "With your cultivation, are you still afraid of the slippery road? Come here!"

Daolian had no choice but to take a small step and approach her master, bowing her head silently.

Master Wujie suddenly made a move and grabbed Daolian's chin.

Daolian grinned and tilted her bald head, then turned around to clasp Master Wujie's right hand.

Zen Master Wujie smiled, turned his wrist, and hit Daolian's hand with a "snap".

Daolian felt pain and let out a loud cry, then turned her head and ran away.

Master Wujie's smile was even stronger, as if he enjoyed playing tricks on this stubborn disciple.

I saw Zen Master Wujie shaking his hand, and a large string of Buddha beads appeared out of thin air. With a "brush" sound, they were placed on Daolian's bald head.

With a "ah" sound, Daolian quickly bent down and instinctively kicked her right foot out.

Zen Master Wujie chuckled, and the Buddha bead turned out of nowhere and wrapped around Daolian's ankle.

The Buddha bead gave off a sticky force and tightly adhered to the feet of Daolian.

Daolian was shocked and shouted in disregard of her image, "We're going to fall. Master, don't do it. Clothes... they're getting dirty!"

Zen Master Wujie's wrist trembled, and Daolian's right foot was pulled and fell in all directions.

The struggle between the master and disciple may seem complicated, but in reality, it was just a matter of the blink of an eye.

Daolian sat up with a bitter face, and Zen Master Wujie bent down and approached her delicate face. He sniffed and frowned, saying:

"Daolian, in just one day, you even broke the two precepts of meat and sex. Can't you even break the precepts of killing?"

"Master, I really don't blame my disciple. My disciple went to beg for alms. The family happened to be making wild rabbit soup, and my disciple was so hungry that he had to take control. The hostess of the family saw that my disciple was cute, so she kissed him. My disciple had already managed to dodge..."

"What about the bloody smell? Don't deceive me, it doesn't seem like it's from a beast."

Zen Master Wujie's white eyebrows were locked even tighter.

"It's the Mongolian soldiers!"

Daolian swallowed her saliva and continued:

"They acted recklessly, intending to tarnish the hostess of the house. The disciple was momentarily angry and took care of them. The disciple..."

"Well done!"

Master Wujie turned his anger into a smile and said:

"Well done! These Mengyuan barbarians have no human nature and regard my people as beasts. I regard them, but they are not even as good as beasts. It is our duty to eliminate demons and defend the Way. Daolian, come with me."

Daolian didn't know what Master Wujie was going to do, so she had to put on her shoes and follow her master.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, entered the residence of the abbot.

Zen Master Wujie sat on a wooden chair, with Daolian standing aside. I wonder what the old monk was up to.

Zen Master Wujie touched his gray beard and said, "Recently, my right eye has been jumping non-stop. Maybe there's some kind of disaster, right?"

Daolian smiled and said, "Master is too worried. My disciple will go and get some soaked tea for you to apply to your eyes. It will be good soon."

"No need." Zen Master Wujie then tore open his own blanket.

"Master, what are you doing? Are you planning to leave the temple? What should you do if you keep us monks?"

Zen Master Wujie seemed to have missed Daolian's joke and pulled out two stacked yellowed papers from the cotton wool.

"Master, is this...?"

Daolian couldn't figure it out when she saw Master Wujie's strange behavior.

Master Wujie handed two pages of yellow paper to Daolian and said:

"Daolian, this is a unique palm technique, but it's a secret that won't be passed down. If you practice it well, you will definitely benefit a lot."

Daolian exclaimed in surprise, "That's not right, Master. With this good news, why didn't you bring it out earlier? Unfortunately, today..."

Master Wujie smiled kindly and looked at Daolian kindly.

"By the way, you should also be sixteen years old this year. Although you are unrestrained and have no rules in your eyes, your true heart is pure and you deeply understand Buddhism. From now on, I won't have much time for the old monk. The monks in the temple will be handed over to you."

Daolian bent down and took two pages of yellow paper with both hands, showing a rare serious expression.

"Master, your old man is even stronger than a cow. He will live for another fifty or sixty years without any problems. Let's discuss the handover of responsibilities later."

Zen Master Wujie was still talking, but he heard a deacon outside the door respectfully say:

"Master, there is a starving young man outside the mountain gate who pulled two corpses..."