Make a big fuss for nothing

  Cheng Jun took the monk with him through the forest, came to a big tree, turned around, and pulled out something from a hidden hole in the tree, saying: "Let's go."

  "What is that?"

  Cheng Jun Dao said: "Just about to ask the master, you see if this thing is right or not?" Found a bright spot, lit a branch, and opened the scroll with the firelight, pointing it at the monk.

  The monk lowered his head and looked at it strangely, saying: "Huh - a map?"

  Cheng Jun nodded, this was the map of Wan Ma Temple, also known as Purple Cloud Temple, which was provided by Chong He. This was also what he asked Chong He to do, and it was one of his goals when he last entered Purple Cloud Temple.

  The last time he subdued Chonghe, he had him make a map. However, although Chonghe was a person from the Purple Cloud Temple, his return date was not long, and he was not completely familiar with the Purple Cloud Temple either. There were several ordinary secluded and critical places that he could not remember, and he didn't even have the opportunity to enter. Cheng Jun gave him one day to stroll through the secluded places, and for the critical places that were difficult to set foot in, Cheng Jun also gave him an opportunity.

  It was during this period of time that Jing entered the Purple Cloud Temple.

  This period of time was when Lao Dao had to entertain Cheng Jun at a fixed time and place, which gave Chonghe the opportunity to enter some places that were normally difficult to enter. The longer Cheng Jun stayed, the more time Chonghe had, so Cheng Jun had to stay for a while longer.

  Wait until Cheng Jun comes out, and after another whole day, it will be the time for Chonghe to hand over the map. The two agreed that Chonghe would hide the map in a designated location, and Cheng Jun would take it himself.

  Although Cheng Jun took the map, he didn't necessarily believe it completely and just used it for comparison. Originally, Cheng Jun wanted to let Xiao He Shang compare it, after all, he lived in Wan Ma Temple, now with Da He Shang, although this monk had been away for nearly a hundred years, in an emergency, he could also get some clues.

  "Hey, hey, isn't this our Wan Ma Temple?" He pointed at the map and said, "Right, after the Daxiong Treasure Hall is the Scripture Storage Building, the Chan Hall, the Abbot's Chamber, and the monks' quarters. I live in the east wing. Haha, that seven-story pagoda is still there, it's the highest place in the temple. Damn it, when I was a novice monk, the supervisor would always find fault with me and make me sweep the pagoda, sweeping for days on end, what a pain in the ass!"

  Cheng Jun Dao said: "Is the situation inside really the same as it was at the beginning?"

  The monk said: "I don't see much difference... Alas, after decades of hard work, I haven't even built a new house, this is really miserable."

  Cheng Jun Dao said, "The incense in the temple is not prosperous." This thought also knows that the old Taoist of Ziyun Temple occupied Wanjia Temple, and within two years, he won the hearts of the villagers. If Wanjia Temple really had a prosperous incense, it would have reputation in the mountain, how could there be no villager speaking out?

  "That's the way it is," said the monk. "The climate in Wanyun Valley is suitable, and there are several acres of good land inside. Outside, it's all poor mountains and bad water. The people in the temple don't need to bother with the outside world; they have enough food to eat. Who would still care about outsiders? They say that Buddhism saves all living beings, but actually, they're just holding onto their rice bowls to save themselves."

  Cheng Jun Dao said: "You tell me, if we were to imprison a woman, where should she be held?"

  "That monk did not hesitate and said: 'In my opinion, it must be here——' He stretched out his hand and pointed to the pagoda."

  Cheng Jun nodded and said: "I think so too, it must be locked in the top of the tower."

  The monk shook his head and said, "No, it's locked in the bottom of the tower. Under that tower there is a dungeon, built extremely heavily, gloomy and terrifying. I once went in for a day. At that time, I thought, even if you kill me, I won't go in again."

  Cheng Jun's heart sank - under that pagoda, there was something he cared about deeply, and he didn't want anyone to touch it. But then he thought again and secretly said: It doesn't matter, the thing won't appear for hundreds of years, so it shouldn't be taken away now. She is a woman locked in the tower, struggling to protect herself, how would she think of anything else? Why am I getting anxious and losing my calm heart?

  "That's the plan," said the monk. "I'll create a diversion at the main gate, and you sneak into the tower. Do you see that small door in the back? I'll go in through the main gate for about an hour, and when you hear the commotion outside, you can estimate the time is right and slip in from the back to check if Song Daoist is inside. The tower has stairs leading down to the underground palace. When I was there, the palace only had a single bolt on the door, no lock. You should be able to open it. But times have changed, and they may have added some restrictions, who knows? If you can't open it, just confirm whether Song Daoist is inside or not, then retreat, and we'll consider our mission accomplished."

  Cheng Jun nodded and said: "Monk, how is your martial arts?"

  "What?" said the monk.

  Cheng Jun Dao said, "There's a very powerful Piliu Array built there. Although your cultivation has surpassed theirs, once you enter the array, your magical powers will definitely be greatly affected. It's not as useful as martial arts."

  The monk burst out laughing: "If you asked anything else, the monk would still hesitate. But this one question happened to hit the monk's specialty. I once thought of entering the Tao through martial arts. If I had met my master a few years later, I would have also broken through the innate and entered the Tao on my own. Moreover, my cultivation is in progress, my body is strong and healthy, with ten diamond powers. Even if I were to empty-handedly demolish that Wan Ma Temple."

  Cheng Jun Dao said: "That's good, I don't have any iron on me, Monk, lend me a weapon to try it out."

  The monk waved his Zen staff and said, "This is my eating utensil, I won't give it to you. Let me see if there's anything else useful." He patted the Qiankun bag at his waist, and with a flick of his wrist, he produced a shiny blade, tossing it over and saying, "I only have this one magical artifact on hand, everything else is just ordinary ironware from the mortal world. This thing was what I used when I first left the mountain, although it's just a sharp tool, it's better than you being empty-handed. Today's a good day, let's charge over."

  Cheng Jun stretched out his hand and grasped the dagger, flicking it with his finger on the back of the blade, making a "ting" sound, and laughed: "In that case, let's - make a big scene."

  Wan Cloud Valley, at the first moment of the cock's crowing in the early morning.

  In the dead of night, it was the darkest and quietest moment. In Wan Yun Valley, there was only the sound of wind, not even a single insect chirping. The people in Zi Yun Pavilion were also sleeping soundly, including Qing Feng who was on duty tonight, he too was leaning against the doorhouse, fast asleep.

  Just then, a loud rumbling sound was heard, as if a thunderclap had burst forth on a clear day, shattering the darkness and silence.

  A gentle breeze suddenly startled him, and he abruptly lifted his head. In a daze, he felt the ground beneath his feet trembling wildly, and his ears were filled with the continuous rumble of thunder.

  He was shocked and thought to himself: "The mountain has collapsed!" Although his head was in a daze, his body reacted quickly, jumping down from the stool and rushing out.

  Just as he ran halfway, a loud roar was heard: "Damn Purple Cloud Temple, is anyone alive? Old Daoist Yuehua, stinky cow nose, get out, your Buddha master has arrived!"

  The clear wind was shocked and angry, saying: "It's not a landslide, it's the enemy! How dare you deceive Purple Cloud Temple!" He was originally arrogant, although he had just woken up from sleep and encountered the enemy, he still had some fear, but more anger. With a wave of his hand, he drew out his sword from the wall with a clang, shouting: "Who dares to deceive your humble Daoist master!" and rushed out.

  Just walked a few steps out the door, only to feel that something was off. The ground beneath my feet felt icy cold. I looked down and realized that in my haste to leave, I hadn't even had time to put on shoes or socks. I wanted to go back and change, but the front gate was already right in front of me, and there were people outside banging loudly on the door. I didn't want to go back, but my feet felt so cold that it was unbearable. My heart was torn with indecision, and I found myself unable to move forward or backward.

  He was hesitating, when suddenly a loud crash was heard, the two large gates flew out, and a dark figure appeared, shouting: "Slow and slow, Purple Cloud Temple is not all turtles."

  At this time, Qingfeng couldn't wait any longer to put on his shoes, and shouted: "It's your ancestor!" With a single thrust of his long sword, he stabbed towards the man's chest with a "brushing" sound.

  When the long sword reached the man's chest, Qingfeng felt a sense of unease, but couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. The sword in his hand continued to move forward, and suddenly there was a loud clang as it struck something metallic, causing his arm to go numb.

  Before he could even see what it was, he heard a sudden gust of wind and thought: Not good...

  But he only had time to react with a bad word, unable to take any action. With a loud crash, he flew out several feet and landed on the ground with a thud, his head down, dazed and disoriented, unaware of what was happening around him, his long sword nowhere to be seen.

  All he heard was the man laughing and saying: "I didn't know monks had ancestors who ate dog shit - dolls, put your pants back on."

  Qingfeng struggled to turn over, lying on the ground, wanting to shout: "Who didn't wear pants? I just didn't wear shoes." His hand touched his own thigh, smooth and slippery, where was the fabric? He touched again, his face turned bright red, it turned out that he was indeed too hasty, not only did he not wear socks, but also only wore a pair of briefs on his lower body, almost exposing his buttocks.

  He was both ashamed and angry, and for a moment he forgot the pain in his body. He stupidly watched as the monk kicked and punched his way down the road, first kicking in the door and then continuing to kick his way into the courtyard. His figure could no longer be seen, but only the sound of crashing and banging continued to echo in his ears. Amidst the chaotic noise, there were also sounds of people shouting. Only then did he hear his master, Yue Hua Dao Ren, shout: "Who is this Taoist friend? Why are you coming here at midnight to cause me trouble?"

  This sentence just happened to ask at Qingfeng's confusion - where did this monk come from?