After the old laughter sounded, in an instant, the sky and the earth were bright, and the spirit was like the sea.
Directly in front, on an ordinary wooden wheelchair, a white-haired old man covered his lips and coughed twice. His face was like gold paper, his energy seemed to be absent, and the look in his eyes was so dim that it was almost negligible.
In the mottled hall, the dying old man is like a rotten ancient corpse that has just opened the coffin, dark, moist, deep, deep, and twisted...
Behind the old man, two plain white silhouettes were pushing the wheelchair. They had flat faces, no facial features, and no trace of human sexual characteristics.
Wu Ming suppressed the fear in his heart, clasped his hands together and bowed silently.
"Amitabha……"
"Wu Ming, monk of the Vajra Temple, do you have any purpose in coming to my city in Taizhou to hold a lecture?" The old man chuckled twice, and stood up slowly with the help of the two plain white silhouettes behind him.
He raised his head.
The joints all over his body were crackling, like a violent explosion like fried beans, and a rotten smell was coming to his nose. Even if his nose was blocked, he could still smell it clearly.
It was a putrid smell that came from the depths of the soul, colorless, odorless, formless, formless, yet pervasive...
"There has never been much friendship between our two families." The look in the old man's eyes gradually surged, and his voice gradually became as loud as a bell, making his ears ring and his ears dazzled:
"As early as in the previous dynasty, after the fighting monk Kongfa was exhausted by Wang Qiuyi and returned to the temple to sit there and die, your then abbot of Jingang Temple blamed my Yan family for not being able to rescue them enough. Since then, there has been little contact between the two families... This incident
It’s an old story, have you heard it from your elders in the temple?”
"Never heard of it." Wu Ming shook his head.
"Have you never heard of it?" The old man smiled and said, "Then you came all the way from Jiangbei to Taizhou, but what can you learn from me?"
"How dare you, the elder, be such a humble monk..." Wu Ming smiled bitterly. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain clearly what it was exactly:
"The poor monk came to Taizhou just to travel extensively and gain knowledge. If there is any offense inadvertently caused by this trip, I would like to express my gratitude to you. If the elder does not like it, the young monk can stay away from Taizhou tomorrow.
Dare to obstruct sight and hearing."
"There is no reason to chase people away like this. The young monk is too scheming." The old man exhaled a filthy breath:
"You and I have been estranged from each other for many years, and you are willing to come to Taizhou to hold a forum to teach the Dharma. Isn't this the intention of reconnecting and repairing each other? I can't keep you, so how can I drive you away?"
"The young monk is just a monk of the Wu generation, and the elders think too highly of me." Wu Ming had an unnatural look on his face.
"You must have come to Taizhou not only to increase your knowledge." It took only a few exchanges between the old man and the old man to stand up, but his skin and flesh began to fill up, and every inch of his skin was awakening from its deep sleep, as if it contained millions of things.
The divine furnace with its blazing mouth, its light is divine:
"How organized are the traces of living creatures in the upper world that your temple ordered you to look for?"
"There is no whereabouts. After searching for it for so many years, the young monk even doubted in his heart whether the living thing really existed."
Hearing him ask about this, Wu Ming was not surprised at all. Over the years, the deeds of the living creatures in the upper world are no longer a secret in the world. However, after many years of searching and finding nothing, he once learned about the living creatures in the upper world.
The enthusiasm gradually showed signs of calming down:
"The elder called me here because of He Gong's divination?" Wu Ming raised his head and said calmly: "I have also heard that the little monk once appeared in the divination of He Gong's divination of living creatures in the upper world.
image."
"That's what the old idiot's divination was like. Thousands of people appeared in that divination, and the next time, there were tens of thousands of people."
The old man waved his hand disapprovingly: "Calling you here has nothing to do with this matter. Not only you, but also those bastards Di'er and Yan Ling have appeared in the hexagram."
Is it possible that they are all related to the living creatures in the upper world? This is ridiculous."
Wu Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The appearance of oneself in the He Gong hexagram is not a big problem, but it is still a big trouble.
He knew that Jie Jingshan had sent people to keep an eye on him, and that the relationship between the Yan family and the Jingang Temple in Taizhou was mediocre. If the old man in front of him used this reason to attack, there would be nothing he could do.
"I called you here not because of the living creatures in the upper world, but because of another thing..."
When Wuming was lost in thought, the old man's voice suddenly came faintly. He raised his head and saw only a sarcastic old face:
"Monk, you are so bold. How dare you come to Taizhou to steal scriptures?"
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My heart suddenly sank.
The hands under the robe of the ignorant monk couldn't help but tremble, and the blood cooled down inch by inch. He was confused. In a panic, he wanted to open his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by the old man raising his hand.
"You two masters and disciples are really crazy and rebellious, treating the people of the world as nothing! You originally wanted to steal the scriptures, but after you discovered that things were not harmonious, you simply went along with the situation and lectured on the Dharma once, thinking that you were prevaricating.
Little monk, do you think that what you have done can really be hidden from my eyes?"
The old man smiled half-heartedly, and then said something that Wuming never expected:
"But it's not that I can't give you the scriptures."
"Give it to me..." Wu Ming's mind went blank. He raised his head blankly, but the tips of his fingers could not help but tremble slightly.
"Do one thing for me, and if it succeeds, you can choose any of the five minor sutras, whether it is "The Hidden Appearances of the Sages" or "Micro Commentary on the Dragon and Tiger Sutra".
"...I wonder what's going on?"
"Tear out the stone monk for me and find out where his mouse hole is." The old man said with a mellow smile:
"Stone Monk is the rebel monk of your Vajra Temple. If we really kill him, your abbot will definitely get a reward. Think about it, this is a rare thing that can benefit both sides."
"..."
The place suddenly fell silent.
In the long silence, there was always a sly smile on the old man's face. He looked at the silent Wu Ming without urging him, as if he had already determined in his heart that he would not refuse.
And finally.
In the long silence, Wu Ming nodded reluctantly.
"Okay." He reluctantly agreed.
"Stone Monk has a big grudge against me, why don't you ask why I have to ask you to make fishing bait?" The old man was a little curious.
"After all, he was an elder in the temple before rebelling against the clan. I have heard of some of his deeds."
Wu Ming was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Because this person, Stone Monk, especially loves to slander the Buddha!"
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After all the lanterns were extinguished, the vast Qingliang Palace quietly fell silent.
The shadows of trees and people were vague, and the rain hit the silent streets late at night, splashing little bits of water. Xie Fanjing stood under the shade of a tall tree, his body gently pressed against the old stone wall.
She silently looked at the street corner in the distance. On the shallow layer of water floating in the small street, there was a sound like wind chimes.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I still can't find you!" Xiaoqiu stepped on the carriage's shaft and stuck out half of her head, her beautiful eyes filled with anger.
Wu Ming, who had just finished his conversation with the old man and walked out of Qingliang Palace, was stunned. He was suddenly intercepted and felt a little at a loss. After seeing the girl on the carriage clearly, he laughed softly again.
"Like a big fool, he just laughs and laughs." Xiaoqiu curled her lips and quickly retracted her head into the carriage. Only the voice came quickly:
"Tomorrow, you must remember to wait for me there. Don't forget it!"
The carriage also quickly disappeared around the corner of the street, its wheels passing over a layer of light purple flowers floating in the shallow water. Wu Ming took a deep breath, looked towards the direction where the carriage disappeared, and remained silent without speaking.
He walked slowly along the corner of the wall. The wind and rain were sudden and crazy. Heavy raindrops hit his white clothes and also hit his silent face that was already covered with rain.
In the other direction, Xie Fanjing also lowered her head. She rubbed her eyes vigorously and remained silent.
One south, one north...
Even if there were a few faint lights, they soon became dim in the torrential rainy night. In the crazy wind and rain, the two people walked in different directions without speaking, and they never looked back at each other.
