The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#483 - No matter how hard you try, you still can't find it

Lu Jing was just asking casually and didn't expect Zhan Zhi to give him an answer.

The true solution to the Mad Demon's One Hundred and Eight Staffs had not been found for so long, obviously because Grandmaster Honglian had hidden it very well. It was impossible to find out with just words.

So afterwards, Lu Jing simply had Grandmaster Honglian take him around, intending to search Ganquan Temple inside and out again. Lu Jing paid particular attention to the stone tablets and brick walls in the temple.

As a result, halfway through the search, he heard a clamor coming from the temple gate.

Lu Jing looked towards the direction of the sound and saw the monks, some holding carrying poles and others holding kitchen knives, surrounding one person, all of them filled with righteous indignation.

The person they surrounded was none other than one of the three wild monks from before.

Zhan Zhi also heard the noise outside the door and walked over, saying to the man, "Yong Yan, why are you back again? Did you see something else of value in the temple?"

Zhan Zhi's tone didn't sound very polite. After all, even with the best temper, being hit on the head would make it difficult to be polite.

But after Zhan Zhi finished speaking, he still told the monks to put down what they were holding.

The wild monk named Yong Yan didn't say a word and suddenly took out a silver ingot from his arms, throwing it to Du Neng, who was beside him. Then, he threw himself forward, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing three times to Zhan Zhi, making loud thuds.

The old monk was completely stunned. After Yong Yan finished kowtowing, he quickly stood up from the ground and strode towards the temple gate.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Zhan Zhi called out from behind. "Don't rush to leave, explain yourself clearly. What does this mean? Why did you rob us first and then return the silver? Are you making fun of us?"

Hearing this, Yong Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally stopped and turned around, saying, "The robbery was Li Hu and He Erbao's idea, oh, that's Fang Yuan and Fang Zheng. I didn't agree at first, but I couldn't beat Li Hu and was afraid of being killed by them, so I had to join. To gain their trust, I was the one who hit you on the head, Abbot."

Hearing this, Zhan Zhi couldn't help but touch the big bump on the back of his head, grimacing and saying, "You kid really went to great lengths to gain their trust."

"I'm sorry, Abbot. I'm a rough man, but I still understand the principle of repaying kindness. Moreover, after living in the temple for so long, listening to you and the other brothers chanting scriptures and expounding the Dharma every day, I also want to be good."

"Abbot, I'm afraid you really can't save Li Hu and He Erbao," Yong Yan said. "Especially Li Hu, he's different from us. He has practiced martial arts and has killed more than one person on the escape route."

"Is he that fierce?" Zhan Zhi was also shocked.

"Yes, so I have to leave," Yong Yan said. "I ambushed and knocked him unconscious, and also took the silver from him. He will definitely not let me go. With me leading him away, you, Abbot, and the brothers in the temple can be safe and sound."

Before Zhan Zhi could say anything, they heard an angry roar from not far away, "Yin Silang, you ungrateful wretch, you dare to attack even your grandfather! You must be tired of living!"

Yong Yan, or rather, Yin Silang, was startled by this roar and didn't dare to delay any longer, raising his leg to run.

As a result, he heard Zhan Zhi say, "Stop, why are you afraid of him?"

"I can't beat him, of course I'm afraid," Yin Silang said. "Don't even mention me, even if several senior brothers go together, they are no match for him, so Abbot, please let me escape quickly."

"Don't be afraid, since ancient times, evil cannot overcome good. This old monk wants to see what he's capable of."

Zhan Zhi swept away his usual caution and said with awe-inspiring authority.

His confident appearance once made Lu Jing, who was watching from the sidelines, suspect that he had misjudged him and that the old monk actually possessed unique skills.

As a result, after Zhan Zhi made his bold statement, he turned his gaze to Lu Jing, looking at him expectantly, as if hoping that the latter would come out and clean up the mess.

Well, Zhan Zhi had all the glory, and Lu Jing still had to help him deal with the aftermath. However, seeing that Li Hu had already rushed over, Lu Jing finally moved.

Amidst the expectant gazes of Du Jing and Du Neng, he met the menacing Li Hu.

Then, there was no then.

The grand scene that the two young monks had imagined did not appear. How could Lu Jing use more than one move to deal with this kind of level one trash mob who only knew a few farming tricks and hadn't even cultivated internal energy?

He directly tapped Li Hu's acupoints, making him unable to move.

Then, Lu Jing also conveniently grabbed He Erbao, who was lurking at the street corner as a lookout, and brought him back.

Seeing this, Yin Silang didn't run away. He kowtowed to Lu Jing several times with great force, repeatedly calling him benefactor, and then said to Zhan Zhi, "Abbot, I want to stay in the temple and cultivate with you. I don't know if it's possible."

Zhan Zhi nodded, "Your nature is not bad, and you can return after straying. Since you have a heart towards Buddha, then stay. However, since you took that Dharma name yourself, don't use it anymore."

Yin Silang said, "Please, Master, tonsure me and give me a Dharma name."

"Well, you are wholeheartedly good, so let's call you Du Shan. Although you have already shaved your own hair, the tonsure and ordination ceremony is very important for every monk and must be done again. Du Neng, Du Jing, go and prepare all the necessary items for the ceremony, including offerings, incense, ordination certificate, monk's robe, and monk's shoes."

"Yes, Master." The two young monks went to fetch all the items.

Zhan Zhi thought for a while and returned to his residence, taking out a wooden box. Zhan Zhi opened the wooden box, and inside was a razor.

The first time Lu Jing saw the razor, he felt a little familiar. Then, he couldn't help but look at it again and found that the material of the razor was indeed the same as the Zen staff he had previously held in his hand. They were both made of meteorite iron, and there were also natural lotus-like patterns on it.

Lu Jing asked Zhan Zhi, "Where did you get this razor?"

"A pilgrim gave it to me," Zhan Zhi said. "Uh, that person was a little younger than me and originally lived next door to the temple. He seemed to have an eye disease and couldn't see, but he used to listen to our morning classes next door, and he had a good memory. He could memorize a scripture after listening to it a few times."