Chapter Nine: The Hanging Temple
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There are countries that can accommodate many sects, and there are sects that control many countries.
As the top sect in the Eastern Region and even the world, the Xuan Kong Temple's territory is vast, comparable to an ordinary kingdom.
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Most of it is concealed by formations, and what is usually presented to the world is just the mundane part.
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Just like in a celestial realm, tearing open the heavens, revealing an ethereal palace reaching for the sky.
The true main gate of Hanging Temple is even harder to find, and it's rare to see it.
Of course, being of the same generation as the current abbot, Ku Yue could come and go freely from Suspense Temple. He bypassed the numerous Buddhist formations and layers of defenses with ease, taking just a few steps to enter the temple's hallowed grounds.
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The core of the Hanging Temple is, as its name suggests, a hanging Buddhist temple.
Only its immense size is remarkable, reaching thousands of feet in height and spanning tens of miles in width. When standing beneath the tower, one can't possibly see its edge. If not for the monks' concealment, people in the northern region could even see this temple with a single glance.
And surrounding this suspended main temple, monasteries floated like a forest on all sides.
In this holy land of Dongfozong, all kinds of temples hang in the air, a truly wondrous sight.
However, the truly astounding contrast lies here — throughout the entire Dongfozong Holy Land, all the floating Buddhist temples can feel the fluctuations of the formation. The reason they can hang in mid-air is entirely due to the monks' magical powers.
Only the real Sky-Hanging Temple in the center has no trace of formation fluctuations whatsoever!
That is to say, such a huge and magnificent temple, it stands suspended in the air solely by its own weight. What a wonder!
The building materials of this temple are all taken from extremely precious suspended stones.
It is said that when the temple was first founded, it used up all the sky stones in the world to build it.
There is only one in the whole world, none other.
The bitter taste walked directly into the main temple, without greeting anyone. He stuck to the edge all the way, looking rather stealthy.
"Bitter taste!" A voice suddenly shouted.
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This voice was magnificent, like a great bronze chime resounding throughout the heavens, shaking one's ears to the point of deafness.
The monks who passed by all ignored him, only their subconsciously quickened pace betraying the unease in their hearts.
This is a test.
Ku Jue unhappily scratched his ears and turned back, "What"
He who calls a halt to suffering is also an old monk.
He was just thinner than the old monk with a yellow face and suffering, so thin he was practically skin and bones.
The whole person looked like a skeleton, terrifying to behold.
Hearing the bitter reply, his eyes widened, making him even more frightening: "How can you be so unreasonable in front of so many disciples"
This scrawny person, seemed to have boundless power hidden within their frame, every word bellowing like a roar of pure effort.
“You’re getting more and more outrageous, Kū! ” Kuge made a furious expression: “Do you still want to call me privately”
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This emaciated old monk, who looked like skin and bones, was actually the head of Dragon Subduing Temple, suffering from a severe illness. He was renowned as the strongest among all the temple heads.
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However, faced with the bitter taste, he had no place to use his strength. He couldn't have a "fraternity clash" right in front of all his disciples, could he
He glared fiercely at those around him, causing all the monks on this floor to scatter quickly in fear.
And then, he continued to persuade in a loud voice: "You are so old, you shouldn't always be so unruly!"
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“You're old enough to know better, aren't you Stop scaring people.” Ku Jue slanted his eyes at him: “Anyone who didn't know would think our Xu Kong Temple was so poor we were all skin and bones, starving to death. Is that what you want”
His illness left him speechless, he could only murmur, "Master Fang, Master Fang called for you!"
“Master Fang Zhang, your magical powers are world-renowned. Do you still need me to relay messages Mind your own business!” Ku Jue said with a displeased look.
At this time, all the other monks had already dispersed.
The illness finally couldn't take it anymore, and roared: “Then don't always pretend you can't hear Master Fang's 'voice' either! Even if it's delivered straight to your heart, will you still claim you can't hear”
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"Why are you still in such a hurry This is a place of purity, the Buddhist temple!"
The illness was taking its toll, now only the grinding of his teeth could be heard.
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"Sigh," Ku Jue sighed again, "You have such good teeth."
"A bitter taste." Kubi coughed a few times, then in a loud yet gentle voice said, "We may not have sparred in years. Why not seize the opportunity Let's test our skills"
“Alright, alright, old bones, you're still thinking about moving around! Don’t worry about pulling a muscle.” Seeing Ku Bing was truly anxious, Ku Jue patted his butt and walked away: “Since Master Fangzheng needs me so much, I'll go see what he requests.”
"Hey, why are you following me"
"Is the Dragon Gate so free"
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"If you don't want to handle it, I will!"
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However, no matter what Kuge told him afterward, Kufuku remained silent and just followed along.
If he were to turn, illness would block his path.
Knowing full well that there was no escape, with no other choice, he could only reluctantly make his way to the abbot's meditation hall.
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“I went in.”
"I'm really in."
"Don't follow me anymore, okay"
“Grandmaster, my brother-in-arms and I have important matters to discuss! You, a mere abbot of the Dragon Subduing Temple...”
The suffering sickness seems to have followed the taste of bitterness into Fangzhang's Zen room.
Kǔ mìng is a fat and broad-shouldered monk with a sorrowful countenance. He looks as though he has experienced much suffering, both physical and emotional.
Especially compared to the old monk Kujue, with his yellow complexion, and the sickly monk Kuping, who looked gaunt and emaciated, he appeared much younger, like a man in his forties.
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His face was etched with worry, as if perpetually burdened by injustice. Even his eyebrows, which usually spoke volumes about the passage of time, hung listlessly, devoid of their usual vibrancy.
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"Brother Kuju," said Bitter Fate with a troubled expression, "How was your journey this time"
"Don't worry, senior brother!" Ku Jue's face instantly lit up with excitement: "I've taken another exceptional disciple! The fortune-telling my master did for me years ago predicted this. In the next hundred-year competition, I'll surely show those bald donkeys from Mount Sumeru what they're made of!"
What's wrong with the monk scolding the donkey, after all...
His face turned even more sullen, and even the bald head seemed troubled.
"On the contrary, it was the Sickly One who suddenly chimed in from the side: " 'Peerless Disciple' is not necessary! Our Hanging Void Temple has many talented disciples, both among the senior and junior generations. It's just that the Pure Text generation is quite sparse. The few masters are all busy, so you'll have to take on a disciple to make up the numbers."
“What kind of a farce is this!” Ku Jue jumped to his feet: “I, Ku Jue, only accept extraordinary disciples! How could I just take someone to make up the numbers”
With a pained blink, his eyes widened as if to speak.
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The unfortunate one spoke first, "Brother Ku Jue, you're talking about another 'peerless disciple'. When will he enter the mountain gate After all, time is running out."
“No need to rush, brother,” Ku Jue said solemnly. “Although my disciple cried and begged to enter the mountain gate soon, the more he does so, the more I must temper his character. Remember, sharpening a knife won't delay chopping wood, and you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Good things always come with hardship, and a sharp blade comes from honing…”
"Come on!" cried the ailing man, "Is that all"
“Hmph, you know nothing!” Ku Jue sneered: "A summer insect cannot speak of the taste of ice sugar gourd!"
Having said that, she suddenly flicked her threadbare sleeve and swept away.
It's bad enough that he's rude to himself, but in front of the Abbot, he's still like this! Truly, his illness is a pain: "Abbot brother, look at this fellow! What manner of upbringing has he had He's so utterly rude!"
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“Alas.”
With a sigh of misery, the unfortunate one lamented: "I arrived here three days before you, yet you never call me 'senior brother'!"
The illness had taken him aback.
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