Chapter 67: Secrets of the Temple 2 (1/2)

The pagoda was filled with dust and rusted mottles while the floor was covered with debris.

Even though there was a fight outside that turned the heavens upside down, the pagoda maintained its tranquility. The buddhist candle at the top of the pagoda was still radiating a faint and gentle light.

Feng Feiyun traveled along the wooden stairs and finally made it to the top. There were no creatures nor formations along the way. This was entirely outside of his expectations.

However, once he made it to the top, everything then betrayed his expectations even more.

“Crackling!”

On the wooden floor was a burning bonfire. On top of the fire was an iron staff with a giant scorpion, it was around the size of a human head. The scorpion was already burnt brown with white smoke and issued a meaty scent.

Roasting the scorpion was a monk around eight feet tall with a muscular body and huge chains over his body.

His chest was half revealed and there was a tattoo on it. It had the shape of a black dragon raising its claws to the left and a ferocious white tiger to the right.

With the tattoos on his body, it seemed like this was not a nice person. He was more like the boss of a certain gang.

Plus, this monk was also using his buddhist staff as a tool to roast meat, and it was a scorpion of all things. His arm, the size of a water bucket, continued to rotate while roasting and drinking wine at the same time.

The monk was seated on a wooden board. His chubby head glanced at Feng Feiyun and gave a very friendly smile, but in Feng Feiyun’s eyes, this smile was no different than a ferocious sneer of a butcher.

“Big Brother Feiyun, this monk won’t let me go. Big Brother, hurry and save me.”

Feng Jianxue was huddled in a corner. It was easy to see that she was very afraid of this monk.

Feng Feiyun gave her a quick glance, clasped his hands, and bowed. Then, he respectfully said:

“Senior is part of the buddhist circle, why are you making things so difficult for a little girl? This is clearly not the conduct of a person belonging to the buddhist faith.”

This monk lifted his head and smiled:

“Young Benefactor, your words are a bit incorrect. Look at me, do my conducts resemble a monk in any way?”

The moment this monk opened his mouth, it caused others to be surprised. His voice was extremely aged, like an old man nearing his death. It completely didn’t fit his tall and muscular physique.

“This…”

Feng Feiyun became annoyed. This monk looked more like an evil monk! Plus, he was also inside the pagoda. He was definitely an expert with a powerful cultivation so Feiyun absolutely couldn’t make him angry.

If it wasn’t possible to play hard, then one could only use softness!

Feng Feiyun laughed ‘haha’, and observed the surroundings of the pagoda. Then, he stepped forward.

In the middle of the pagoda was a buddhist candle. The materials used to create it and give it the eternal never-extinguishing property were unknown.

Besides the candle, there was also an engraving on the wall. It was a venerable monk that wore a white monastic robe. The monk had a cyan dragon ring along with buddhist beads and a pair of eyes filled with infinite sadness.

Even though it was only a painting, this sadness was very vivid. Anyone who saw the picture wouldn’t be able to contain their emotions.

“Cooked, finally cooked. Little Girl, do you want to eat?”

The monk bellowed.

Feng Jianxue almost vomited from just glancing at the scorpion so naturally, she shook her head repeatedly and shut her eyes tightly. Clearly, she didn’t want to look anymore.

“Sigh! What a shame, this is such a delicious meal yet no one dares to share it with this poor monk.”

The monk shook his head and stomped his foot. He was seemingly very disappointed.

“I will enjoy this meal together with Senior.”

Feng Feiyun sat next to the monk and ripped the tail from the scorpion on the buddhist staff. Then, he directly placed it into his mouth.

He initially thought that the scorpion’s meat would be very difficult to eat, but after chewing twice, it was very delicious.

“Good meat! Senior is indeed worthy of being a famous meat roaster.”

Feng Feiyun praised from his heart.

“Hahaha! This Monk Jiu Rou’s roasting is naturally the number one in the world. Even the number one cook of a heavenly golden little miss wouldn’t roast as well as me.”

The monk laughed. It was easy to see that he was very happy when others praised him for his roasting.

Feng Feiyun surprisingly asked:

“Senior’s name is Monk Jiu Rou?”

“Not right, not right.”

The monk shook his head repeatedly.

Feng Feiyun couldn’t help but laugh at himself. Why would he ask such a stupid question? How could there be a monk named Jiu Rou (Wine Meat) in this world?

“My buddhist title is Jiu Rou.”