The fisherman who went out to sea to fish before dawn saw a "corpse" in the waters near Shenbing City, and salvaged it. He found that it was a young monk. He sniffed, but he was not angry and his body was stiff. But what was scary was that the monk had body temperature!

At that time, the fishermen wanted to throw the monk back into the sea, but when they looked at the monk's peaceful eyes, they felt unbearable, so they simply stopped fishing and took the person back to the Divine Soldier City. As soon as they got off the boat, they went to report to the patrolling guards. The guard had been told before by Mo Qingchen. If they saw the monk appear in the Divine Soldier City again, they would tell him immediately.

So the two guards wrapped the monk tightly in sacks and carried it directly to Mo Qingchen, the city lord's mansion. Mo Qingchen was shocked when he saw it and hurried over to find Mu Yan.

At this moment, Mo Qingchen carried a sack into Mu Yan's yard, threw the sack onto the stone table in the yard, opened it, revealing a bare head.

Mo Qingchen looked at the monk's fair and handsome face and reached out to pat him. The monk was still like a dead person, without any reaction.

Mo Qingchen silently took two steps to the side and said, "Master, I've brought the person here."

Mu Yan opened the door and walked out. When she saw the monk, she nodded slightly and said, "It's him." This is the monk Mu Yan saw in the North City that day.

"Master, this monk is very evil, you have to be careful." Mo Qingchen reminded Mu Yan.

Mu Yan had already walked to the monk and saw the sack that was usually used to fill soil and stones. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and signaled Mo Qingchen to take the sack. So the monk was left lying straight on the stone table. The monk was quite tall, but the stone table was not big. His body was stiff, like a wooden carving, and his head and feet did not hang down. It looked really weird.

"Xiao Tian'er, let's put him on the ground. It's really evil to look like this." Mu Yan said to Mo Qingchen.

After hearing this, Mo Qingchen walked over, picked up the monk's body, then let go, the monk fell freely and hit the ground straight...

"Xiao Tian'er, don't be so rude." Mu Yan gave Mo Qingchen a white look.

Mo Qingchen looked at the monk who was thrown on the ground by him and said angrily: "I am rude? It's because of this bad-looking monk, otherwise we would have killed Li Yue long ago! I can resist not hit him, already for the sake of the Buddha!"

"You obviously slapped him in the face just now, thinking I didn't see it?" Mu Yan said casually, "Don't be angry. Li Yue was so seriously injured. Why did he separate from the monk who saved him? After you figure it out, what if Li Yue is in a miserable life now? Can we be happy?"

Mo Qingchen was speechless: "Master, you can really tell me. But this monk didn't know what evil skills he used. Even if he was not dead, how could he wake him up?"

Mu Yan squatted on the ground and took the monk's pulse, frowned slightly: "This is a problem. He suffered internal injuries, not yours. He should have fought with someone after taking Li Yue away. But he didn't even have a pulse and breath, so he wouldn't be like this and he would be half-dead, right?"

"Put him!" Mo Qingchen was ready to rub his hands and said that he was willing to serve at any time.

"It should be useless. He is now in self-protection mode." Mu Yan thought, "I saw a book that mentioned the Turtle Breath Magical Art before, but I don't know how to solve it."

"What should I do?" Mo Qingchen frowned.

"Son, come on!" Mu Yan shouted behind her.

Tuoba Yan ran out of the room with Xiao Xing'er in his arms: "What's the matter with me, mom?"

"Go to the bookshelf to get the Buddha's passing by." Mu Yan said to Tuoba Yan.

"Oh!" Tuoba Yan ran back and came out again soon, pushing an exquisite car. Xiao Xing'er sat in it with a smile, holding a pocket version of Xiao Xinghan puppet in his arms and was playing with it. The car was made by Xiao Yuanqi himself for Xiao Xing'er. At that time, Xiao Xing'er was still in Mu Yan's belly.

Tuoba Yan put the car aside, held a thick Buddhist scripture in his hand and asked Mu Yan: "Mom, the Buddhist scripture has been received."

"Read." Mu Yan said a word.

Tuoba Yan was stunned for a moment, and Mo Qingchen was speechless: "Master, do you think this stinky monk can wake up by hearing the sound of chanting?"

"Try it, what if." Mu Yan stood up and looked at Mo Qingchen and said, "Xiao Tian'er, you can leave now, it's too noisy."

"Master, why do I feel that you like this stinky monk more and don't like me anymore?" Mo Qingchen said with a "sadness".

"Because he is more interesting than you." Mu Yan said calmly.

Mo Qingchen covered his face and floated away. Before leaving, he carried Xiao Xing'er who was sitting in the car, and Mu Yan ignored him.

Mu Yan and Tuoba Yan both sat down at the stone table. Tuoba Yan glanced at the monk, then opened the ancient scripture in his hand and started chanting it seriously.

There are all kinds of books on the bookshelf in Mu Yan's study room. After reading it, she will not read it again for the time being. She will put it away and replace it with a new batch. Because there are too many good books in the treasure house of the Cang clan, some of which are scriptures, and they are not ordinary scriptures. Mu Yan has read a few of them, and Mu Yan likes the fonts very much. The one that Tuoba Yan held in his hand was copied by Mu Yan.

Before Tuoba Yan could reach the voice change period, his voice sounded full of youthful aura, and he recited profound scriptures, inexplicably harmonious.

The weather was clear, and the sun had just risen, not hot, and shone on the monk, as if he was shrouded in a thin layer of golden light.

Mu Yan looked at the monk and said that appearance was born from the heart. This monk looked like a very self-disciplined and pure and kind-hearted boy...

Tuoba Yan recited it for about half an hour. Mu Yan took the scriptures and asked Tuoba Yan to take a break and drink some water. Mu Yan continued to recite it later.

Tuoba Yan went back to the room to drink a glass of water and gave Mu Yan a glass of water. Mu Yan was chanting scriptures intently. Tuoba Yan put the teacup on the table, then frowned and looked at the monk who was still lying motionless on the ground like a corpse, and walked out of the yard with light steps. He planned to find Xiao Yuesheng because he felt that the way of chanting scriptures was not very good, and it was not very consistent with his mother's usual tough character.

Only Mu Yan and the monk on the ground were left in the yard. The breeze gently blew a wisp of hair on Mu Yan's forehead. She was not wearing a Thousand Shadow Mask. Her stunning face was as white and soft as warm jade in the sun. Her eyes were calm and her voice was clear and light, but everything around her seemed to have entered another realm...

Mu Yan didn't know how long it took. She had read and copied this scripture, but she still placed it on the bookshelf because she felt that it was worth reading again. She would have different feelings every time she read some of the scriptures. Now she read them, she doesn't feel boring, but she feels like talking to a monk.

The monk's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes. He saw Mu Yan's extremely beautiful face at first sight. A trace of confusion flashed in the monk's eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if he didn't believe what he saw.

The monk who closed his eyes found that the sound of chanting scriptures in his ears did not stop. For the first time in his life, he heard a woman chanting scriptures, which was gentle and pleasant, with the power to make people feel peaceful. He thought, this must be a kind-hearted girl.

The monk opened his eyes again, looked at Mu Yan, spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "Thank you for saving your life by the female donor."

Only then did Mu Yan see the monk awaken. She put down the scriptures in her hand and reached out to pull the monk up.

The monk looked at the white jade-like hand approaching him, and looked nervous. He actually rolled on the ground, avoided it, and then climbed up with his hands and feet. Then he realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly sorted out his clothes, stood there straight, facing Mu Yan, lowered his eyes slightly, closed his hands, lowered his head, and said, "Amitabha."

Mu Yan burst out laughing. It was not the first time she had dealt with a monk since she came to this world. In the years when she first lived in Dongyang Kingdom, she lived with Mu Lin in Qingxin Temple on the outskirts of Dayang City. The host of Qingxin Temple was Mu Yan's master, but the old monk was not a scheming person and did not dare to drink and eat meat. The monk in front of her seemed really a little stupid in Mu Yan's eyes.

Hearing the laughter, the monk looked up at Mu Yan. When he saw Mu Yan's face, he immediately lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, although he doesn't know why the female donor laughed, I still want to thank the female donor for saving his life. The female donor is kind and will have good fortune."

"My little master, what is your magic name?" Mu Yan looked at the monk and asked with a smile.

The monk lowered his eyes and said, "I am a monk named Xuan Ku."

"Master Xuanku, I saved you, how do you repay me?" Mu Yan asked at the monk who claimed to be Xuanku.

The monk still stood there with his hands folded, and did not look at Mu Yan again: "I wonder what kind of repayment the female donor wants me to do?"

"It's very simple, give me a smile." Mu Yan's lips curled slightly.

Xuan was stunned for a moment: "Donor, please don't play with me."

"I'm serious." Mu Yan looked at Xuan Ku and said, "As a monk, Master Xuan Ku should understand the principle of knowing kindness, right? I didn't let you harm the truth, and I didn't let you break the rules and regulations, but just made you laugh. Is this difficult?"

Xuan Ku lowered his eyes and said, "I can't laugh."

"How does Master Xuanku want to repay me?" Mu Yan looked at Xuanku and asked.

Xuan Ku was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know."

"Then I owe it first." Mu Yan said, "I have a question and want to ask Master Xuanku, Master Xuanku please sit down."

"I just need to stand." Xuan Ku didn't move.

"The wolf bit the rabbit to death and then became the prey of the tiger. Master Xuanku thinks, should we save the wolf from the tiger's mouth?" Mu Yan looked at Xuanku and asked.

Hearing Mu Yan’s question, Xuan Ku looked up at Mu Yan, then withdrew his gaze and said, “It’s time to save me.”

"Does that rabbit die?" Mu Yan looked at Xuan and asked bitterly.

Xuan Ku was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer this question. He knew that Mu Yan used animals to describe people. The Buddhist teachings that Xuan Ku taught him to save sentient beings and save people. Even evil people should not deprive them of their lives, but should influence them and drive away the evil thoughts in his heart. However, Buddhism did not tell Xuan Ku, how those who were harmed by evil people, or even those who were deprived of their lives, would be rewarded.

"I am ignorant, please ask the female donor to solve the problem." Xuan Ku clasped his hands together and said.

Mu Yan curled her lips slightly and said, "Rabbit deserves to die."

Xuan Ku was stunned again. Obviously, the answer exceeded his expectations. He heard Mu Yan say: "The reason why Master Xuan Ku is confused is because the Buddha taught you not to kill, so rabbits should not die, wolfs should not die, and tigers should not die. Tigers, wolfs should not die, and tigers should not die. Tigers, wolfs, rabbits should live happily together, is it a paradise, right?"

"Yes." Xuan Ku nodded slightly, "There should not be fighting or killing between people. We should live in peace and be kind to others."

Mu Yan smiled: "But this is the world of earthly affairs, people have seven emotions and six desires. I don't kill anyone, but people want to kill me. Master Xuanku thinks that I should recite Buddhist scriptures to influence my enemies when I was bullied and killed? Or should I fight back and kill me?"

Xuan Ku sighed slightly: "Donor, when will the revenge be repaid? No matter when, you should not commit murder."

"Master Xuanku, you are not well-educated and probably don't understand. The rules of this world are not to respect me one foot, but to respect you one foot, but to the strong." Mu Yan looked at Xuanku and said.

"I don't agree with what the donor said." Xuan Ku said with a frown.

"Master Xuanku saved Li Yue, do you regret it?" Mu Yan looked at Xuanku and asked.

"How did the donor know..." Xuan Ku looked around and looked at Mu Yan again, "Is the female donor the city lord Ajiu of the rumored Divine Weapon City?"

"That's right." Mu Yan nodded slightly, "Please ask Master Xuanku to answer my question, save Li Yue, do you regret it?"

Xuan Ku shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "Don't regret it."

"Even if he repays his kindness and revenge, you will almost die, don't you regret it?" Mu Yan looked at Xuan and asked bitterly.

Xuan Ku shook his head: "Don't regret. If you leave the donor's mind, I should advise him to return to the wrong path, rather than let him be cruelly tortured and killed."

"What an innocent little monk." Mu Yan curled her lips slightly, "I sent the people who were tortured and killed Li Yue in the forest at that time. What do Master Xuanku think about this?"

Xuan Ku frowned and looked at Mu Yan: "Ajiu donor saved me. I thought the female donor was a kind person, so why did he do such cruel things? Ajiu donor was the lord of a city. Not only did he not stop the atrocities on this land, but he was the lord of the master. It was not really worthy of it."

"Master Xuanku is polite. Actually, you want to say that I actually did such a cruel and bloody thing. Isn't it human, right?" Mu Yan curled her lips slightly, "I originally wanted to talk to you about Buddhism, but your understanding of the morality of Buddhism is obviously different. You are right, because you never do evil and have a clear conscience. But I am not wrong, because I just take revenge and have not hurt the innocent, and I have a clear conscience."

"Ajiu donor, as the lord of a city, govern a part of the land, and do not control violence." Xuan Ku looked at Mu Yan and said seriously.

"This is my city. You have no right to point fingers as I want." Mu Yan said with a faint expression, "Now, to answer my question, where are you from?"

Xuan Ku lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I come from wherever I come."

Mu Yan sneered: "Where are you going to? Xuanku, don't you want to say which dilapidated temple you came from, just say it directly, what kind of monk is pretending to be?"

Xuan Ku frowned: "The female donor is a polite person, why do he speak so much..."

"Rude?" Mu Yan sneered, "Do you think you are wrong? Do you think I must be a kind-hearted lady from the family at the beginning? Yes, you just misjudged. In fact, I am a cruel and rude city lord. Speaking of your eyes, don't say anything about what I should have done. When you saved Li Yue, you didn't think that he would harm you in the opposite direction, right? What you see in your eyes is often appearances, or even illusions. Do you choose to believe in illusions, and what are you talking about good and evil? Because good and evil are in your heart, how do you know that the good and the good and evil you see are true and good and evil?"

Xuan Ku was confused by Mu Yan. Seeing Mu Yan speechless, she didn't know what to say, she heard Mu Yan continue to ask: "What are you doing in Shenbing City?"

"I just traveled to the Divine War City." Xuan Ku said. His mind was a little confused now. Mu Yan said a lot of things, and he thought it was a fallacy, but he had no way to argue...

"Did you use sound attack when you dealt with me that day?" Mu Yan looked at Xuan and asked bitterly.
To be continued...