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Punish him?

Like just now?

Shen Yutang hurriedly grabbed the handkerchief from Yu Fan's hand, turned around and said in a low voice in embarrassment:

"You bastard, you dog monk, how dare you..."

Before she finished speaking, her face turned completely red. Under the moonlight, that half-red face looked very beautiful.

Yu Fan rubbed his fingers gently and thought to himself, no wonder the position of the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world was given to him, he really deserves it.

Yu Fan walked forward, and the light and shadow enveloped Shen Yutang in front of him. He raised his Buddha's hand and said:

"Amitabha, I really want to help you turn back to the right path."

Shen Yutang's face gradually cooled down after hearing this. He turned his head and looked at Yu Fan for a while with an ambiguous look, then sneered:

"It's a lie, so why don't you admit it now, Buddhist?"

Yu Fan was disappointed and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I lied to you."

Anyone who dares to lie to him will have to pay the price. Shen Yutang wanted to beat him half to death, but when he thought about the time they had spent together, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Turning his head, he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't need your apology, go away, as far away as you can."

Yu Fan could tell something was wrong with his voice, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. After thinking for a while, he took out a copy of the Diamond Sutra from his bosom and handed it to Shen Yutang:

"The donor is not a bloodthirsty person. Everything is just fate. As long as the donor continues to comprehend the Buddhist scriptures every day, he will be able to return to the right path sooner or later and benefit the people."

Shen Yutang took the scripture, read it for a while, and laughed out loud. His voice was full of desolation and ridicule. He turned his head and looked at Yu Fan coldly:

"Yu Fan, are you too naive? I am the leader of the Demon Cult, and my hands are stained with blood. You are the Holy Son of the Buddhist Realm, so why would you want to get stained with filth to save a demon like me who is hated by everyone?"

After saying that, he stood up and walked down the mountain, his back looking cold and stubborn:

"You've given me your inner strength, so I'll let you go for cheating me. Don't meet me again, or I'll kill you."

After saying that, he raised the scripture in his hand and used his inner strength to shatter the scripture into pieces which fell to the ground. In the snowflakes that filled the sky, Shen Yutang's figure gradually faded away.

Yu Fan couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He wanted to run away when he was being ordered around by this man before, but now that he could really walk, he couldn't help but think about every little thing that happened between them.

Especially since he slept with her. This was the first time for Hua Heshang that a young lady got into a bridal sedan. Although men are not responsible for each other, he felt that he could no longer treat Shen Yutang as an ordinary person.

Yu Lian saw the demon coming out with a cold face, and fearing that something might happen to his uncle, he hurried over and shouted at the entrance of the forest:

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master, Uncle Master, are you okay?"

Yu Fan came out with a gloomy face. He was already in a bad mood and said irritably:

"Why are you yelling? Do you think I'm as deaf as you?"

Yu Lian quickly covered his mouth, feeling aggrieved. Why was his uncle so irritable this time when he went out? Although he had only seen his uncle meditating from a distance before, he looked quite kind at that time.

After thinking about it, I realized that it must be that devil who threatened my uncle, which made him unhappy.

He raised his biceps and said, "Uncle Master, rest assured. With me here, that demon will not be able to hurt you."

Yu Fan glanced at his silly look and suddenly thought that the martial arts world was in turmoil and the leader of the martial arts world was murdered. It was obvious that someone wanted to frame Shen Yutang. His magic power was not yet complete, and every backlash gave others an opportunity to take advantage of it, making it very easy for something to go wrong.

He has more than a decade of internal energy, so his starting point is high. If he can use it flexibly, he will become a master instantly. When the time comes, he can protect Shen Yutang, and he won't have to practice the ninth level of Blood Demon Art anymore, so as to avoid losing his mind and becoming possessed by the devil.

After a change of mind, Yu Fan began to like his teacher's nephew.

"Master, Uncle Master, why are you looking at me like that?"

Yu Fan's face was full of smiles. He patted Yu Lian's shoulder in admiration and praised:

"Not bad, not bad. When I was down the mountain for investigation, you did not slack off in your practice. I am very pleased."

As he said this, he wanted to stroke his beard, but then he found that he had none, so he naturally brushed his clothes with his hand.

He was as handsome and holy as Buddha, and his smile at this moment was like a blooming golden lotus, exuding the true meaning of Zen.

Yu Lian was like taking a stimulant pill. His face turned red despite being over sixty years old. He scratched his head and said embarrassedly:

"Thank you for the compliment, uncle"

Yu Fan shook his head slightly and continued walking forward, chatting as they walked. The two of them soon became close through their interactions.

Yu Fan really liked talking to this old monk. He was well-spoken, knowledgeable, and most importantly, he was genuine and enthusiastic. It was very easy to chat with him.

As a senior monk who protects the religion, Yu Lian’s responsibility is to take good care of this young uncle. However, he did not expect that after getting to know him, this uncle was not only mature and steady, but also knew a lot of truths.

Yu Lian secretly admired him, no wonder he was the designated abbot, his cultivation level was higher than his.

God bless Huangjue Temple and give us a holy son to inherit the Buddha’s mantle. This is truly a blessing.

Yu Fan saw that the time was right and pretended to ask Yu Lian casually:

"My nephew, I also want to become a martial arts master like you, to benefit the people and save them from suffering. Do you think there is hope?"

Yu Lian looked at him curiously:

"Uncle Master, before Abbot Yu Cheng passed away, he told me that you had eaten Buddha fruit since childhood, and you have sixty years of internal strength. Before Abbot Yu Cheng passed away, he passed on another sixty years of internal strength to you. No one in the world today can match you. You are the strongest."

Well, it’s useless to say it. The key is how to use it, brother. No, nephew.

Yu Fan couldn't directly say that he didn't know how to use it, so he could only ask indirectly: "What else did my master tell you?"

Yu Lian thought for a moment and said, "The abbot said that if one day you need the answer, you can go to the Sutra Library to look for it. The top floor is locked, and only the abbots of all generations are qualified to enter."

That means he has to become the abbot first. Yu Fan feels that the day when he can eat meat is getting further and further away.

After traveling for a few days, they arrived at the foot of the imperial city of Beichen Kingdom. Looking at the Huangjue Temple, which covered an area of ​​one hundred acres and had continuous palaces, Yu Fan sighed. He didn't expect to be back after so many twists and turns.

Fortunately, the night was getting darker and the pilgrims were heading back to the city.

The fact that Yu Fan left the temple was kept secret, and many people in the temple did not know about it, otherwise there might have been some shocking incident!

There are towering old trees in the temple, and mosses covering the bluestone slabs. When the monks in the temple ring the bell for the last time, the Buddhist chanting is lingering and the sound of the bell is long and distant.

"Uncle Master, I will take you here. Have a good rest. The day after tomorrow will be the abbot's ceremony. Someone will come to give you a cassock and a Zen staff then."

Yu Fansheng nodded helplessly, and waved his hand to let Yu Lian and others leave. As soon as he closed the door, he fell on the bed and stared at the beams in a daze.

I felt empty inside and tossed and turned in bed until the second half of the night when I finally fell asleep.

The Huangjue Temple abbot ceremony was a grand event in Buddhism, and the news spread quickly.

The Blood Demon Cult's spies are all over the world, how could they not know?