5094: C5094 Unable to Leave

C5094 Unable to Leave

Yang Bo stared at the Baolin Temple. He knew very well that he could not have come here for no reason.

This place was very likely to have something to do with the Vajra Buddha.

When the historical remains of the Buddhist Kingdom were opened, if the Vajra Buddha wanted to be resurrected, he would have to rely on the power of this world.

The longer Yang Bo stayed here, the higher the possibility of the Vajra Buddha being resurrected, and the more dangerous it would be.

Yang Bo had to leave this world as soon as possible!

At this moment, a little monk walked over. He seemed to have passed through all the living beings and stood in front of Yang Bo. He clasped his hands together, "Greetings, Benefactor!"

"Does Benefactor want to pay respects to Buddha, or do you want to clarify my doubts?"

Yang Bo looked at him, "There are so many people here, why are you asking me?"

The little monk looked to be eleven or twelve years old. His lips were red, his teeth were white, and his face was handsome. He laughed, "I feel that Benefactor is fated to be with me."

Yang Bo became vigilant. He looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"

The little monk said, "My name is Xin Hai."

Yang Bo heaved a sigh of relief, "You are still young. Do you have a Dharma name?"

The little monk shook his head, "I don't have a name for you. Let me bring you to see the Baolin Temple!"

Yang Bo shook his head, "It's getting late, I am going to leave. Young Master, can you send me away?"

The little monk looked at Yang Bo in confusion, "Why should I leave?"

"The Baolin Temple is well-known far and wide, and the reputation of the Master Chan Hai from the Baolin Temple has spread far and wide. When the Master Chan Hai is giving a lecture, even the Emperor has to come!"

"What you see is only the front hall of the Treasure Forest Temple. Come with me, and I will bring you to the back hall!"

The little monk seemed to like Yang Bo a lot. He led Yang Bo and walked towards the back.

Yang Bo was a little curious, so he followed him in.

After passing through the side door, the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

The back hall was even grander, the buildings were magnificent, and the thrones were towering.

Outside of the high clouds in the Buddhist Pavilion, the monk's room was quiet in the moon. The red clouds were ethereal, the green trees were dark and the wheel was clear.

Looking at the magnificent temple in front of him, Yang Bo couldn't imagine why the temple would be ruined and only the front hall was left.

The two of them took a few steps forward, but they were stopped by a young monk before they could even walk out of the corridor.

The young monk had a big head and big ears. He was wearing a white monk robe with peonies embroidered on it with gold threads. It looked a little strange.

The young monk stopped Yang Bo and the young monk, and coldly snorted: "In your heart, do you know what you're doing?"

"Is the back hall a place where you can come to?"

"Besides, you actually brought an outsider in. Are you trying to rebel?"

As he spoke, the young monk took out a black whip and whipped it at the little monk.

The young monk's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly shouted: "Senior Martial Brother, Senior Martial Brother Jing Hai, please spare me this once. I won't dare to do it again!"

"Pa!"

Pa! The black whip struck Xin Hai's body, causing his grey monk robe to instantly break and a blood-colored mark to appear on his white robe.

However, the young monk didn't seem to be able to vent his anger. He raised his whip and lashed it at Xin Hai once again, "I think you're courting death!"

"Outsiders are forbidden to enter the back hall. You know the rules, so why did you bring people here?"

"Are the rules of the Baolin Temple not worth mentioning in your eyes?"

"Slap!"

The whip struck his body once again, causing his whole body to tremble, and another bloody wound appeared on his back.

Yang Bo could not bear to watch any longer. He wanted to make a move, but was stopped by the pleading look in his heart.

Yang Bo frowned, but in the end, he did not make a move.

Even now, Yang Bo was still unsure whether what he was seeing was an illusion or a real world.

Yang Bo did not want to rashly ruin the development of the situation. He wanted to see how things would develop in the future.

Of course, there was another reason that was very important. After the little monk was beaten up, this matter would be resolved. If Yang Bo took action and caused a huge ruckus, the little monk would instead suffer a heavier punishment!

"Pah!"

The third whip came, and the young novice monk almost fainted from the pain. His eyes turned white and he almost fell to the ground.

The young monk coldly snorted. "Hurry up and get lost!"

Yang Bo did not dare to hesitate. He hugged the young monk and led him out.

At this moment, Yang Bo heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from behind him. It seemed that quite a few people had rushed over.

Yang Bo heard the monk's voice, "Reporting to Senior Brother Jingxian, it was an insensible young novice monk who accidentally barged in!"

"I have already taught him a lesson, so that he will remember this lesson!"

Following that, there was a ruthless voice, "You absolutely cannot enter the back hall. Tell all the novice monks in the front hall that if they dare to barge into the back hall next time, they will be killed without mercy!"

Yang Bo's footsteps paused for a moment, and his entire body froze for a moment. Then, he quickly walked out with the little novice monk in his arms.

When he arrived at the front hall and saw the crowded crowd, Yang Bo felt a little more at ease. He finally understood that the monk Jing Hai was beating up the little monk in order to save his life!

Yang Bo found a corner and put down the little monk. He fed him pills, crushed a pill, and sprinkled it on his wound.

Very quickly, the wound scabbed over and the little monk recovered.

The little novice monk looked at Yang Bo and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, "You aren't injured, are you?"

Yang Bo shook his head. He looked at the kind-hearted little monk and could not help but ask: "Why can't I enter the back hall?"

The young monk's face suddenly turned pale. He shook his head with all his might, "I can't tell you about it, and I can't ask you!"

"Don't tell me about it, and don't ask about it!"

Yang Bo couldn't help but frown. Since it was a part of the temple, why didn't the little novice monk have the authority to enter the back hall?

Yang Bo stared at the little monk, "Since you know the back hall is dangerous, why did you take me there?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and his eyes avoided Yang Bo's gaze, "I felt like we were old friends at first sight. I was overjoyed and forgot about this rule."2

"I can't possibly ask for a beating myself, can I?"

Yang Bo stared at the young monk. He noticed that the young monk's expression was unnatural. When he spoke, he kept his head down, not daring to face him.

Yang Bo could vaguely feel that there was something wrong with this.

However, Yang Bo was not willing to get involved in this. He opened his mouth and said, "Go back and rest first. I'll come back another day!"

With that, Yang Bo directly walked out.

However, when he reached the front of the temple's gate, Yang Bo seemed to have been hit by a ghost. He took a step forward, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not walk out of the temple!

Yang Bo was stunned, and his expression turned ugly. He faintly understood that when he saw the little monk, he might have already received a mission.

Next, he had to think of a way to complete the mission in order to break out of the illusion and leave this place.

The biggest problem with the Baolin Temple was the rear hall. Could it be that he had to walk around the back hall?

Yang Bo was deep in thought, when he was suddenly pulled back by an elder.

The elder's clothes were ragged, and his brown gown was filled with patches. "Young man, have you seen my daughter?"

"My daughter is dressed in flowery clothes. Yesterday, she came to the Baolin Temple to pay her respects to Buddha. She wanted to ask for a good marriage, but she never came back!"

"This old man has been looking for her here for the whole morning. Everyone said that they had never seen her, but she doesn't know the place well, so where could she go?"

"I've already told her that the Treasure Forest Temple isn't peaceful, but she refused to listen!"

"I only have this one daughter. How can I live without her?"

Yang Bo stared at the old man and looked at his wrinkled face. He couldn't help but frown.

Chapter 45 - The Death of the Elder

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