Chapter 46 The Little Noodle Monk's Request

Author: Xiyumu

The fat monk Qingyue came towards Ling Changfeng and the others, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, saluting with his right hand, singing "Amitabha" and saying, "Two donors, my junior brother has offended me so much, please don't.

I am used to it. I wonder why the two of you are looking for Master Xuanye?”

Seeing that the monk Qingyue was very polite, Ling Changfeng bowed and replied, "Master Qingyue, here is Ling Changfeng, this is Xiaolan. We were entrusted by Senior Qinglian to find Master Xuanye to explain the situation.

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Monk Qingyue nodded and said with a smile: "It's a coincidence that if you come one day later, Master Xuanye will be in the gate and no one will see the guests. Please rest in the guest room. I will go to Master Xuanye.

Report it all."

Seeing that the person they were looking for was news so quickly, they were immediately overjoyed and nodded quickly, following the little monk to the guest room to rest and wait. The monk Qingyue walked straight to the Sutra Library in the backyard of Baima Temple.

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Along the way, Ling Changfeng saw that the monks in the temple were all in a hurry. Occasionally, one or two monks saw Ling Changfeng and the other were quite strange, and they showed a little disgust.

Ling Changfeng nodded at Xiaolan, and his eyes moved. Xiaolan immediately understood and turned Xiaoyu to his young master's shoulder without any trace, but he waved his hands lightly and walked beside Ling Changfeng.

Then Ling Changfeng spoke in a serious tone and asked the little novice monk in a low voice: "I don't know what to call this master?"

The little shaman stopped and said, "Amitabha, don't be too polite to the donor. I am a monk's Dharma name Qingyun."

Seeing that the little novice monk was kind, Ling Changfeng felt a move in his heart and whispered: "Master Qingyun, are the people here all in such a hurry? It is very different from the calm and composed image of a monk I usually hear."

The little shaman looked around and saw that he and Ling Changfeng were the only ones around, and whispered: "The day before yesterday, someone in the temple hanged himself in the room. That's why they looked like this. After meeting Master Xuanye, the two of them will be together.

Leave quickly.”

Ling Changfeng and Xiaolan looked at each other, and the two of them felt curious. Ling Changfeng asked again: "Since someone died, why don't you report to the official? You just said that you committed suicide with an unjust, is there anything else?

An unknown secret is not made?"

The little shaman knew that Ling Changfeng was talking, waved his hand and stammered, "This... this. Donor Ling should ask Senior Brother Qingyue later. The little monk just heard about it."

Seeing his expression of wanting to speak but stopping, Ling Changfeng pretended to be curious and said, "That's fine, I won't ask you anymore. After all, this matter is not very convenient for White Horse Temple to disclose. We are just satisfied with curiosity.

It’s just your heart, you don’t have to worry.” After saying that, he winked at Xiaolan.

Xiaolan suddenly looked serious on his face and said in a deep voice: "Young Master, don't joke! Now we have a request to White Horse Temple. Now that such a serious thing happens in the temple, we should help you! After all, you have the ability to investigate the case.

But I received praise from Senior Qinglian.”

After saying that, he turned his face away as if he was angry and stopped looking at his young master, but secretly glanced at the little monk Qingyun.

Ling Changfeng smiled, waved his hand, and sighed, "Xiaolan, don't be angry! It's not that I don't want to help them now. It's really hard for us outsiders to interfere in this matter in the temple, so we should not participate in this matter.

Now.”

The little monk Qingyun was originally simple by nature, and was arranged by the two of them in a good manner this time. Naturally, he thought that Ling Changfeng's kindness had been misunderstood by him, and he felt very ashamed.

So the young monk lowered his head, his red face looked hesitant. After the few people walked a few more steps forward, his tone said sadly: "Young Master Ling, since Senior Qinglian also praised the donor.

Ability to investigate the case. This time, please ask Mr. Ling to find out the real murderer and give me an explanation to my senior brother who passed away!"

After saying that, he raised his round bald head, his red eyes, stared at Ling Changfeng and the others, as if he had regarded Ling Changfeng as the only savior.

Seeing this, Ling Changfeng was quite surprised, nodded and said softly: "Master Qingyun, is there anything strange about this? Why did you have such a big reaction?"

The little monk wiped his wet corners with his wide sleeves, calmed down a little, and said slowly: "Don't call me a little novice master, you can't call me a little novice monk. The doubts about this matter will take ten days to go

Let me talk about it before." The little monk slowly expressed his memories.

It turned out that the young monk had both his parents died since childhood, and he was alone and helpless, becoming a wandering child in Luoyang. One day while begging, the young monk met Senior Brother Qingfeng begging for alms in Luoyang.

Monk Qingfeng looks handsome and kind, but unfortunately he is a mute. Monk Qingfeng saw a little beggar who was only five or six years old and was begging pitifully on the street. So he felt compassion and took the little beggar back.

White Horse Temple.

Originally, the host was unwilling to take in the little beggar, but in the end, under the slightest and hard work of monk Qingfeng, the host finally opened the net, took in Qingyun, and gave Qingyun's magic number to this little one.

beggar.

The little monk Qingyun was naturally dependent on his senior brother Qingfeng. Because monk Qingfeng could not speak, the monks in the temple had a bad attitude towards him. Now he had a rare partner, so naturally he had a deeper relationship with Qingyun.

There are rivers and lakes where there are people, and even this pure Buddhist place cannot be avoided.

The monk in the temple bullied Qingfeng and could not speak. Not only did he hand over all the chores to Qingfeng, but he also complained in front of the host: "Abbot, this Qingfeng neither participates in the morning recitation nor can he do rituals for others. Now he has brought it

A little novice monk who only knows how to eat but can't work makes us tired."

Monk Qingfeng was not only excluded everywhere in the temple, but also received more and more heavy work. He often did laundry and cook during the day, and carried water late at night to copy scriptures.

The little monk said sadly about his experience with his senior brother here. Now that he thought of his senior brother's death inexplicably, his eyes that had recovered became wet again.

After wiping the corners of his eyes, the little monk said slowly: "Ten days ago, my senior brother took me to Luoyang to beg for alms. During this period, when we passed by a farmer's house, we found that the door of the house was open and a woman in disheveled.

Seeing this, the senior brother walked over to check the situation and found that the woman was knocked out."

"Senior brother saw that the man was unconscious and there was no one else at home. So he told me to go outside to find neighbors. However, shortly after I left, Senior Brother Qingshui in our temple passed by here. After entering the house, he found Senior Brother Qingfeng standing.

The woman was beside her, without saying a word, accusing her senior brother of violating the rules and regulations, and even returned to the temple to complain to the presidency."
Chapter completed!