351: Chapter 9 Hanging Monastery_1 351: Chapter 9 Hanging Monastery_1 Yun Country is a realm where sects and states coexist, their strength fluctuating constantly.
There are countries that accommodate many sects, as well as sects which control nurous countries.
As a top-tier sect not only in the Eastern Region but also in the whole world, the territory of Hanging Monastery is as vast as any ordinary nation.
However, most of the area is concealed by formations, and what commonly presents itself to the public eye is rely the mundane part.
It’s like tearing open the sky in Yun Country, only to see Lingxiao Pavilion appear.
The true gate of Hanging Monastery is even harder to find, rarely seen by ordinary folks.
Ku Jue, a peer of the current abbot, of course moved about freely.
Skipping through layers of Buddhist formations and evading multiple defenses, he took a few steps to enter the Hanging Monastery.
At the heart of Hanging Monastery, true to its na, is a Buddha temple suspended in mid-air.
Its sheer size is imasurable, towering up thousands of feet high and sprawling tens of miles wide, rendering it impossible for soone below to see its edges.
If the monks didn’t conceal it, it’s likely that one could spot this monastery even from the Northern Territory.
Surrounding the main suspended temple, nurous floating Treasure Pagodas peppered the sky like a forest.
In this sacred land of Eastern Buddhism, all the precious temples stood floating mid-air, truly a remarkable sight.
However, what truly astonished the discerning onlookers was this contrast—all other floating Treasure Pagodas in the holy land of Eastern Buddhism resonated with the vibrations of formations because they were suspended by the divine skills and the power of the monks.
Only the central, true Hanging Monastery was devoid of even the slightest trace of formation vibration!
In other words, such a magnificent and colossal monastery was suspended by its own ans.
What a miraculous spectacle!
The building materials of this monastery were exclusively the suprely precious levitation stones.
When the sect was first established, it was said that all the levitation stones in the world were used up to construct this monastery.
There is only one such monastery in the world, and no other.
Ku Jue went straight into the main temple without greeting anyone, walking closely alongside the walls, which made him look exceptionally sneaky.
“Ku Jue!” Suddenly, a loud call erupted.
The sound was as grand as a bell and a drum, deafening to the ears.
The passing monks all appeared to ignore it, but their subconscious quickening of pace betrayed their inner disquiet.
Ku Jue, annoyed, dug at his ear, looking back: “Who’s calling for spring, eh?”
The one who had halted Ku Jue was also an old monk.
However, compared to the yellow-faced monk Ku Jue, he was even thinner, practically skin and bones.
He looked more like a skeletal frawork, enough to strike fear into anyone who saw him.
Hearing Ku Jue’s response, his eyes bulged, becoming even more frightening: “How can you be so disrespectful in front of so many disciples?”
This emaciated man seed to harbor an endless well of strength within his body, his every utterance as though he were roaring with all his might.
“You’re talking nonsense, Ku Bing!” Ku Jue pretended to be angry: “Or do you wish to call in private?”
This skinny old monk was none other than Ku Bing, the head of Dragon Subduing Hall, known as the most powerful among all the heads in terms of combat strength.
Yet, facing Ku Jue, he was powerless to act, as they certainly couldn’t start a “civil conflict” in front of all the disciples, right?
After glaring fiercely around him, scaring off the monks on this level, he continued to ‘call’ with a volu more akin to persuasion: “You are of such an age, you really should act properly!”
“Aren’t you of age as well?
Stop scaring people.” Ku Jue gave him a sideways glance: “If people didn’t know better, they’d think Hanging Monastery is so strapped for provisions that it’s turned you into a ghost, starving you to death, hasn’t it?”
Ku Bing, left speechless by Ku Jue’s retort, could only mutter resentfully: “The abbot brother wants to see you!”
“If Abbot Brother’s divine skills are so peerless, does he need you to relay ssages?
Nosy!” Ku Jue responded with dissatisfaction.
By this ti, other monks had already dispersed.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ku Bing bellowed: “Then don’t keep pretending like you don’t hear Abbot Brother’s ‘inner voice’!
When it’s transmitted directly into your heart, can you keep pretending you’re too deaf to hear clearly???”
“Why are you in such a hurry?
Buddhism is a place of tranquility!”
Ku Bing stopped talking and just ground his teeth loudly.
“Ah.” Ku Jue sighed again: “Your teeth are really strong.”
“Ku Jue,” Ku Bing took a deep breath a few tis, then said as loudly and gently as possible: “We haven’t sparred in many years, why wait for another day, how about trying now?”
“Enough, enough, with your old arms and legs, you still want to move about!
Be careful not to twist anything by accident!” Seeing that Ku Bing was really becoming anxious, Ku Jue patted his behind and walked off: “Since the Abbot Brother can’t do without , I’ll go see what he wants.”
“Hey, why are you following ?”
“Is the Dragon Subduing Hall so idle?”
“If you don’t want to deal with it, I’ll help you!”
However, no matter what Ku Jue said next, Ku Bing just followed silently.
If he tried to turn away, Ku Bing would block his path.
Knowing he couldn’t avoid it, Ku Jue had no choice but to head to the Abbot’s ditation room.
“I’m going in.”
“I’m really going in.”
“Can’t you stop following ?”
“Abbot Brother has important matters with !
You, just the head of the Dragon Subduing Hall…”
…
In the end, Ku Bing followed Ku Jue into the Abbot’s ditation room.
Ku Ming was a fat monk with a sorrowful face, about two or three tis sturdier than Ku Jue and Ku Bing.
Especially compared to Ku Jue, the yellow-faced old monk, and Ku Bing, the sickly, skinny monk, he looked much younger, seeming to be only in his forties.
Only his face was always clouded with sadness, as if constantly wronged, even the two brows that should reflect the passage of ti hung listlessly, lifelessly drooping.
“Junior Brother Ku Jue.” Ku Ming said with worrying: “How was your journey this ti?”
“Brother, rest assured!” Ku Jue instantly beca animated: “I have just accepted another peerless disciple!
The destiny foretold by our master years ago must be fulfilled now.
In the next centennial competition, we will surely show those baldies of Mount Suru!”
Monks cursing baldies, what’s really wrong with that…
Ku Ming’s face grew even more troubled, and even his bald head seed unable to shake off the dark clouds.
But Ku Bing suddenly interjected from the side: “‘Peerless disciple’ is not necessary!
Our Hanging Monastery is full of two generations of talented disciples.
It’s just that the ‘Jing’ generation disciples are few, and the heads of the halls are all busy.
You just need to accept disciples to make up the numbers.”
“Make up the numbers!” Ku Jue jumped up: “I, Ku Jue, accept only peerless disciples!
How could I just make up numbers?”
Ku Bing’s eyes widened, ready to say sothing.
Ku Ming spoke up first: “Junior Brother Ku Jue, about this ‘peerless disciple’ you ntioned, when will you bring him into the sect?
After all, ti is already ticking.”
“No rush, brother.” Ku Jue said seriously: “Although my disciple was crying and begging to enter the sect early, the more he does so, the more I want to temper his character.
One must rember, sharpening the axe will not delay the work of cutting wood, and one can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry.
Great things co through many trials, and a sharp sword cos from honing…”
“Enough!” Ku Bing shouted: “So, you haven’t yet?”
“Hmph, what do you know!” Ku Jue scoffed: “Sumr insects cannot comprehend ice!”
With that, he swung his ragged hemp sleeve and left in a huff.
It was one thing to be rude to himself, but doing so in front of the Abbot, Ku Bing was truly annoyed: “Abbot Brother, look at this fellow!
What kind of deanor is this, utterly impolite!”
“Ah.”
Ku Ming sighed deeply with added worry: “Ku Jue entered the door three days before you, why have I never heard you call him ‘Brother’?”
Ku Bing was stunned.
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