The Dark and Foolish King: The Fierce and Crazy Concubine Has Infinite Strength

As expected, Chanmu lowered his eyes and shook his head, "As a monk, I should cut off all emotions and desires. It is inappropriate to hang a portrait of a woman in the room. If someone sees it, it will humiliate the image of Buddhism."

Qu Xiaoyou pouted, rolled up the painting unhappily, got off the bed and put it in her closet, "Forget it, if you don't want to hang it, then don't hang it. I respect your beliefs. I'll put this treasure away so that I can have something to rely on when I miss you."

Zenmu didn't answer her, but turned around and changed the subject: "Breakfast should be ready, let's go eat."

"Okay, wait for me." Qu Xiaoyou also followed.

After they had breakfast, Chanmu and his fellow apprentices went to the main hall to chant scriptures as usual. Qu Xiaoyou sat cross-legged beside him as usual, not saying a word, so quiet that people could ignore her presence.

But this time, not long after they sat down, they heard a burst of noise from women behind them. In this majestic and solemn main hall, it was like sparrows talking at once, disturbing the tranquility of the room.

The monks all stopped chanting and looked behind them unhappily.

Then four or five women dressed up gorgeously walked into the main hall. While chatting and laughing with their companions, they looked around with wandering eyes at the monks who were sitting cross-legged and chanting in the hall, as if they were looking for something.

"Who are you? Please don't make any noise in this sacred Buddhist place." A monk stood up and asked the women.

One of the women flicked her handkerchief and said shyly, "I'm here to see your senior brother, Master Chanmu."

"Yes, let's go find Master Chanmu." The other women also echoed, each of them shy and timid, with wild eyes.

"What do you want from my senior brother?" The monk didn't think that these women could do anything good by looking for his senior brother.

However, since they had mentioned it by name, Chanmu could not remain silent, so he stood up from the cushion he was sitting cross-legged on, walked up to them, put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha, I am the Zen wood. What do you ladies want from me?"

When she saw him coming, the leading woman was like a wolf seeing a lamb, her eyes gleaming, and she pointed at Zenmu excitedly and said to her companions, "Look, sisters, it's him. I said there was a monk in this temple who was particularly handsome. It's not an exaggeration to say that he was as handsome as Pan An. Can you see it?"

The other little scoundrels swarmed around Zenmu, pointing and gesturing at him with astonishment on their faces, "Sure enough, his eyebrows are like painted paint, his eyes are like bright stars, look at his appearance and figure, I can't believe he is a monk."

"Oh my God, look at his bulging body, he's obviously full of tendons, let me touch his abdominal muscles." A woman couldn't bear it any longer and reached out to touch Zenmu's belly.

Zenmu took two steps back to avoid her touch. His face was as black as ink. He said in a very unpleasant and cold voice, "Donors, please respect yourselves. What exactly do you want from me?"

"Oh, little master~" The women flirted with him, and said coquettishly, "Don't be so heartless. We sisters heard that the head of this temple is a rare handsome man, and we admire him, so we came here to visit."

"That's right, Master, you have wheat-colored skin and a strong body. You must have endless energy, right?"

The women seemed unable to sense his impatience. They had wanton expressions and frivolous words, just like complete female hooligans.

"Master, it's such a shame that you have to be a monk. You might as well return to - ah!"

Before the woman could finish her words, she was frightened by the gleaming sword in front of her.

Looking around, she saw a girl in red standing next to Zenmu with a cold expression. The sword in her hand was pointing at her neck, just a hair's breadth away from her skin.

"You... who are you? What do you want to do?" The woman patted her rapidly beating heart, frowned and asked Qu Xiaoyou angrily.

"Are you tired of living by teasing monks in such an important place of Buddhism?" Qu Xiaoyou frowned, and every word he said was filled with murderous intent.

Several women were frightened by her aura and took a few steps back at the same time.

One of them took advantage of the fact that they were in a temple and retorted unconvincedly: "Who are you? How could there be a woman in such an important place for Buddhism? And she even carries a weapon with her."

"Are you qualified to question me about my identity?" Qu Xiaoyou snorted coldly, and thrust the sword forward a few more inches. "I'll count to three. If you don't leave, I'll make you bleed on the spot!"

Several women looked at the gleaming sword in her hand, swallowed their saliva, and felt a little scared, but were unwilling to leave in such disgrace.

“Oh, holy monk~” The leading woman stamped her foot and cast her eyes towards the Zen tree, saying coquettishly, “You don’t care. This rude woman wants to kill people in your territory. This is a great disrespect to the temple.”

Zenmu looked at her coldly and replied, "If you leave obediently, won't she not kill you?"

"You!" The woman's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Please leave quickly!" Zenmu didn't waste time talking to her and stretched out his right hand to make a "please" gesture.

"Leave immediately!" The other monks spoke at the same time and ordered them to leave.

The women were now completely furious. They felt that their dignity was being pressed to the ground and rubbed wildly, and all their face was gone.

"Okay!" The woman was furious and pointed at Chanmu and Qu Xiaoyou and yelled, "How can you be considered a proper monk? You keep a wild woman in the temple. Are you worthy of the Buddha?"

"I think you opened this temple just to swindle people out of money. On the surface, you are practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures, but secretly you are doing some shameful things.

"This woman is amazing. She has to serve so many of you by herself. Can her body handle it? What's the difference between you men and the clients of a brothel?"

"That's right, shameless, bah, not a good thing, a disgrace to Buddhism!" One person started talking, and the others also joined in the fight, cursing one after another, it was unbearable to hear.

Even though Zenmu usually had a good temper, he could not stand such verbal insults. Veins on his forehead were exposed, his fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire. He was about to lose his patience and take action.

The other monks were also annoyed. They stepped forward and surrounded the women, their faces full of hostility. The quiet and elegant temperament of the monks was gone.

However, these women still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter and continued to argue with them, "Hey, what are you wild monks trying to do? Beat someone up? All right, come on, everyone come and see, the monks are beating someone up!"

After she finished speaking, she clapped her hands and started shouting loudly, as if she wanted to call some people over to give her courage.