I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

This group of lewd monks were all horrified and frantically looked around for something to cover themselves up in an attempt to hide their ugly appearance.

Even though they knew that any excuses seemed so weak at this moment, they still reluctantly tried to weave the last line of defense with words.

"My fellow disciples, we were careless for a moment and were confused by our inner demons, which led to this huge mistake!"

They spoke hastily, trying to shift the blame onto the illusory demons in their hearts.

The monk soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Witnessing such an extremely absurd thing, they really didn't know what to do.

At this moment, in the dim moonlight, a quiet figure slowly appeared.

"Why make so much noise in the dead of night?"

There was a hint of majesty in his voice.

When the monk soldiers saw the newcomers, they all put their hands together and saluted respectfully.

"Greetings, Uncle Huijue!"

Uncle Huijue glanced at the group of lewd monks.

Seeing that they were naked and looked ugly, a trace of displeasure flashed across his brows.

"In a peaceful place like Buddhism, how can you be so unrestrained? Quickly tidy up your appearance and stop losing your composure!"

The lecherous monk who was scolded was instantly filled with ashamed.

They hurriedly covered their vital parts and put on their robes.

Then Uncle Huijue turned around and gave instructions to the group of monk soldiers.

"I have understood this matter and I have my own way to deal with it. You go on patrol and maintain the peace of the temple."

When the monk soldiers heard Huijue say this, they clasped their hands together in greeting, picked up the water-ground Zen sticks that had fallen on the ground, and quickly left.

After the monk soldiers walked away, the lecherous monk finally spoke.

However, his tone lacked the proper respect for elders, and was instead filled with dissatisfaction and complaints.

"Uncle Huijue, you're too late."

When Huijue heard the voice, a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"If I hadn't come here today, you guys would have been doomed to eternity. How dare you complain here?!"

The lecherous monks were intimidated by the majesty of Uncle Huijue. They all shut their mouths and dared not say another word.

"What happened to you? Why were you discovered by the patrolling monks?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment when they heard this.

"We don't know either. We have always followed the rules. How come he suddenly appeared in this yard today?"

Someone spoke, his words full of confusion.

At this moment, Monk Huijue suddenly seemed to realize something. He raised his head and looked around, with a hint of alertness between his brows.

Yan Xiu, who was hiding in the dark, witnessed this scene and couldn't help but sneer.

It seems that the filth and corruption inside the Fanyin Temple is not something that happened overnight.

Even the highly respected Master Huijue seemed unable to remain immune and became a part of it.

"This matter is a bit strange. I will tell Chan Yuan about it."

"Tomorrow is the grand lecture ceremony. Please be patient for a few days and wait until the ceremony is over before we talk."

After saying this, Monk Huijue turned and left.

The group of lewd monks did not dare to stay in this place for long and quickly disappeared.

...

The inner hall of Jingxin Hall.

This place is the place where monk Chanyuan practices meditation and also his resting place.

On ordinary days, apart from Chan Yuan, few people would set foot here.

At this moment, Monk Chanyuan was sitting cross-legged on an ancient cushion, his eyes lightly closed, as if he had entered a state of selflessness.

In front of him was a palm-sized incense burner with five incense sticks on it.

Although it is an incense burner, it has a unique structure.

The furnace body is pitch black, and is surrounded by two hideous-looking beasts.

The legs of the furnace are supported by the four legs of strange beasts, and the ears of the furnace are the proud heads of beasts.

Wisps of green smoke escaped from the tip of the incense and slowly lingered.

Finally, as Monk Chanyuan took a deep breath, he inhaled all of it into his nose.

The moment Chan Yuan inhaled the curling green smoke, his breath quietly became more powerful.

It is like rivers converging together, with great momentum.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a barely perceptible evil gleaming in them.

It's like the starlight in the dark night, faint but captivating.

Then he carefully hid the incense burner and returned to his compassionate, peaceful and reserved appearance as a monk.

Then Chan Yuan opened the door and left quietly.

After a moment, the air suddenly became distorted and blurred, and then Yan Xiu's figure appeared out of thin air.

He walked straight to where Chan Yuan had hidden the incense burner and took the thing out.

Although this object is an incense burner, it exudes a dark and evil aura that makes people feel uneasy and vaguely ominous.

Yan Xiu originally wanted to directly control the monk Chanyuan and use the soul-searching technique to get the information he wanted.

However, he discovered that there was a strange and turbid evil haze in the monk's mind.

With Yan Xiu's ability, it would be easy to eliminate such evil spirits.

However, this move will certainly severely damage Chan Yuan's soul, making his mind chaotic, no longer as clear as before, and turning him into an idiot.

In this way, you won't get the information you want.

After pondering for a moment, he separated a bit of spiritual power and attached it to the incense burner.

Fanyin Temple secretly uses evil things to harm people's lives. There must be an unknown conspiracy behind it.

Yan Xiu concluded that this incense burner might be one of the keys to communicating with the mastermind behind the scenes.

As long as he waits until Monk Chanyuan uses the incense burner again, the spiritual power attached to it will become his eyes and ears, and he will be able to find out what's going on.

After doing all this, Yan Xiu's figure disappeared like smoke.

...

...

"Hui Jue, it's so quiet at night, why are you visiting?"

Monk Chanyuan struck the wooden fish with his hands and uttered Buddhist mantras, and he entered into a state of meditation with each sound.

Upon hearing the voice, Huijue clasped his hands together and recounted what had just happened in detail to the person behind him, revealing his doubts in his words.

"Could it be that someone outside has noticed something is wrong? This matter is so strange that it is hard to guess."

After Chan Yuan finished listening, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.

He turned slowly and stared at Huijue with sharp eyes.

“I have warned you many times that although this matter is hidden, once it is discovered, there will be no recovery.

Not only did you turn a deaf ear to my advice, but you became even more daring.”

Chanyuan's words were stern and every word was weighty.

"Tomorrow is the once-in-five-years grand lecture. If something goes wrong at this critical moment, even I can't protect you."

Chan Yuan snorted coldly, his voice was as cold as ice to the bone, and it contained a warning that could not be ignored.

"I will investigate this matter to see if anyone is secretly investigating. During this time, I'll ask those idiots to mind their own business and not cause any more trouble!"

Huijue lowered his body, apologized respectfully, and then quietly retreated.

...

...

The next day.

The first light of dawn in the sky seemed to be somewhat sacred, gently brushing across the ancient eaves and corners.

Inside the temple.

The bells and drums rang, and the Buddhist sounds lingered.

The long bell sound penetrates the sky, calling believers from all directions to gather here.

A tall altar had already been built in the courtyard surrounded by towering ancient trees.

The altar is covered with exquisite brocade, and in the center is a Buddha statue with kind eyes, overlooking all living beings.

The colorful flowers and green vines around the altar are interwoven into a natural barrier, emitting a faint fragrance.

Intertwined with the everlasting scent of sandalwood in the temple, it creates an otherworldly mood.

The believers, dressed in neat cassocks and holding rosaries in their hands, walked slowly into the open space in front of the altar with solemn expressions, either kneeling or sitting, in an orderly manner.

Following a deep chant of the Dharma name, the abbot of Zen meditation slowly stepped onto the platform.

He was dressed in a cassock, looked solemn, and every step he took seemed to be walking on auspicious clouds.