Suddenly, Black Rose turned her head and looked into the shop, waved at him and said, "Please come out and explain to us all."
Ah Cha: "..."
The Buddha is here, what should the young monk do???
"Teacher Ah Cha, what are you waiting for? Come out quickly." Seeing him frozen in place, Black Rose waved her hand again.
Ah Cha walked out bravely, clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha Immeasurable Life."
"Farewell Buddha, tell me quickly, are you coaxing our children to become monks?" an uncle shouted.
Everyone likes to take advantage of others, but this thing is the most vicious curse in the world, and no one wants it to happen to them.
I have to say that Black Rose hit everyone's pain points with just one sentence.
Ah Cha swallowed his saliva silently and explained: "As you all know, I, the Buddha, never force others to take refuge."
Black Rose sneered: "Only giving them Buddhist scriptures and constantly instilling in them the greatness of Buddha. Isn't this inducing conversion? How can a group of children with immature minds be able to withstand this kind of inducement?"
Seeing the increasingly fierce gazes of these villagers, Ah Cha had a faint sweat on his forehead and said loudly: "We are monks. We have been studying scriptures since elementary school. We only know scriptures. How can we teach the children anything else?"
"Isn't the truth now clear?" Black Rose clapped her hands and said, "You studied scriptures from a young age and were taught the greatness of Buddhism. Then you became a monk when you grew up. You are also a victim of this system.
He!"
Ah Cha: "..."
this……
That’s outrageous!
Ah Chu looked at Sister Gui in shock and murmured: "It's crazy to kill, it's crazy to kill!"
He was sure that, let alone his master, even Taoist Master Qin would find it difficult to deliver such a critical attack here!
"Rose Donor, I am not a victim, I am just an ordinary monk."
Ah Cha took a breath silently, facing countless questioning and even scrutinizing eyes, he clasped his hands together and bowed: "Maybe I shouldn't come today. I'm sorry, I'll take my leave now."
"You can't leave!" The uncle, who was worried about his future, said sternly: "You must explain your words clearly to us here today."
Ah Cha was helpless: "I can only say that you are overthinking. We have no plans to open a school here to recruit disciples."
"How do you explain the test of Buddhist affinity and focus on training?" Sister Gui questioned.
Ah Cha was very nervous. In order to avoid making too many mistakes and unintentionally revealing the purpose of their trip, he had no choice but to blame the blame and said: "The poor monk is just a young novice and has no ability to answer the questions of the donors.
If you must have an answer, please go to Venerable Atisha. He is the leader of our group and the most powerful person with magical powers and wisdom. I think he can give you an answer."
"Sister Gui, let's go and find Atisha and ask for an explanation. We all support you." The uncle who took the lead said loudly.
Playing tricks in front of his own shop, Black Rose felt no pressure to do it, but when he heard that he was going to the ancestral hall to cause trouble for the monks, he gave up on the spot and said: "If you want to go, go by yourself, don't hold me back, my Xiami will not be able to do anything today."
I didn’t go to the ancestral hall. If I went to see them, they wouldn’t be tough in their words.”
Everyone looked at each other, and then the uncle raised his arms and shouted: "Anyone who has children at home who go to school in the ancestral hall, follow me, and I will take you to ask for an explanation."
"Well done, Uncle Geng."
"Everyone, follow Uncle Geng. You must find out about this matter."
The two young men cheered loudly, encouraging others to join them, and surrounded Uncle Geng as they walked towards the ancestral hall.
"I was the one who exposed this matter. Aren't I a good person?" Black Rose said angrily as she looked at their backs as they left.
"Sister Gui, of course you are good." Ah Chu gave her a thumbs up and then ran after the crowd.
"You brat, why do I feel like you are plotting against me?"
Black Rose frowned, and after reviewing the situation, she suddenly felt that this matter might not be that simple, so she shouted into the rice shop: "Xia Mi, I'm going out to do some errands. You can keep an eye on the shop at home..."
In the blink of an eye.
In the ancestral hall, in front of the lobby that was converted into a school, a monk stopped everyone and saluted: "Dear donors, the children are all in class. It is not convenient to go in and visit at this time."
"We want to go in and see what the children are learning. Do you have any questions?" the uncle asked sternly.
"It will disturb the children, can you please cooperate?" The monk shook his head.
Uncle: "Why are you asking us to cooperate with you instead of you cooperating with us and letting us observe your lectures?"
"What are you arguing about?" At this time, the bearded Atisha stepped across the threshold and asked the monk.
"Honorable Sir, these parents want to observe our teaching." The monk saluted.
Atisha quickly realized something was wrong, raised his eyes and looked directly at Uncle Geng: "Donor, what do you mean?"
Uncle Geng was silent for a moment and said, "We just want to come over and see if you are training our children to become monks."
Atisha understood this and immediately said: "Don't worry, we will never induce them to break away from the worldly world and join Buddhism."
"Then what are you doing to test the relationship with Buddhism?" Uncle Geng questioned: "If you just want to teach them knowledge, insight, and culture, they should be essentially the same, why do you need to divide them into three, six, and nine?
wait?"
Atisha fell silent. This matter was indeed not smooth. Even saying the wrong word would break the already tense bridge of trust between them.
"Okay."
Looking around at the faces, Atisha sighed: "I didn't want to announce this in advance, but the matter has come to this, and it seems that I can't do it if I don't say it.
Everyone, to be honest, when we come to Gantian Town this time, in addition to preaching, we also have an important task, which is to find the reincarnated soul boy of the previous abbot of the shrine and invite him to return to the clan.
The current abbot of the shrine, Lord Pasiba, calculated that the reincarnated soul boy of the previous palace owner was in Gantian Town, so we came here and conducted a Buddhist test on those children."
"The reincarnated soul boy?"
"Buddha test?"
Everyone was stunned for a while after hearing this.
Atisha glanced at them again and said loudly: "The reincarnated soul boy will dominate the shrine in the future and become the master of the monks.
If one of you is the parent of a reincarnated soul boy, you can follow him to Tubo. As the reincarnated parents of the soul boy, just like the Buddha Mother in the Buddhist scriptures, your status in Tubo is comparable to that of a king."
Otherwise, it is said that this generation in Gantian Town is useless. After hearing this, everyone's anger disappeared, and they could not help but imagine that their child would become a soul boy and the whole family would enjoy the blessings.
"Is this true?" Uncle Geng hesitated.
"really!"
Atisha nodded: "The Lord of the shrine will arrive in a few days to select the soul children from among the children who are destined to be Buddhas."
Seeing the seriousness of his words, Uncle Geng coughed dryly and said with a smile: "I see, this has caused a lot of trouble. I'm sorry to disturb your class."
Like everyone else, all he thinks about now is that one person will attain enlightenment and the whole family will enjoy happiness. Why does he care about anything else?
What's more, they all have their own little calculations in mind. Don't they think they just need to study for a few more days?
After the matter of the soul boy has been settled, it will not be too late to take the child out of the ancestral hall. The bet is on the chance of wealth!
Shaoyan.
Ah Chu ran into Fuxi Hall from the front of the ancestral hall, and stepped into the main hall with a single stride: "Master, Mr. Qin, the truth is out..."
"Are they looking for a soul boy?" Qin Yao sat on a wooden chair and smiled slightly.
Ah Chu was dumbfounded and asked nervously: "Were you also there at that time?"
"Taoist Master Qin has not left Fuxi Hall today." Mao Xiaofang said.
Ah Chu: "..."
If he can calculate all this, wouldn't he regard any conspiracy as a joke?
"Taoist Master Qin, what should we do next? Not long after, Ah Chu asked sincerely.
Qin Yao: "Just wait, the real enemy has not yet appeared..."
at the same time.
Outside Gantian Town, on the unknown green mountain.
The long-faced monk wearing a yellow monk's robe, flat-top black hair, and an old face shrank back, and in an instant he came to a yard surrounded by a wooden fence, and asked loudly: "Is there anyone there?"
"who are you?"
A child with pigtails on his head, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, ran out with a small windmill made of paper in his hand.
"The poor monk Ningma comes from the Tubo Shrine. When he passed by here, he smelled the aroma of food coming from the courtyard. He suddenly felt hungry and wanted to ask for a bowl of vegetarian food." Even when facing a child, the old monk's attitude remained sincere. Said it seriously.
"If Master doesn't mind, let's go in and have something together." The woman in a floral jacket wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen, saying kindly.
Ningma shook her head and said: "No, no, just a bowl of rice, I'll eat it outside."
"Son, come here and bring a bowl of rice to the master." The woman stood in front of the kitchen and waved to the child.
The child ran into the kitchen and soon came to the fence with the bowls and chopsticks. He tried his best to lift the bowls and chopsticks high and deliver them to Ningma.
Ningma leaned over and took the bowl and chopsticks, quickly ate the rice in the bowl into his mouth, then handed the bowl and chopsticks back to the child, reached out and touched his little head: "Thank you, child."
The child grinned at him and ran towards the kitchen holding the bowl and chopsticks.
A few hours later, it was evening.
The young woman in the flower jacket walked into Fuxi Hall with an honest-looking man. She knelt down in the hall with tears on her face and kowtowed: "Please Master Mao and Taoist Master Qin make the decision for us."
"Brother Qing and Sister-in-law Qing, get up quickly."
Mao Xiaofang took two steps forward, stretched out his hands to pull the two of them up, and asked, "What happened?"
The young woman in the flower jacket looked full of sorrow and said: "This afternoon, a monk named Ningma came to my house and asked for a bite of rice. I asked my son to give him a bowl of white rice. After he finished eating, he reached out and touched me. My son’s head is broken, and it won’t take long for my son to die... Master Mao, please seek justice for us."
Mao Xiaofang's heart palpitated and he quickly asked: "Sister-in-law Qing, what does that monk look like?"
Young woman in flower jacket: "Yellow clothes, black hair, flat head, old face, yellow teeth, long face..."
Mao Xiaofang tried hard to recall the group of monks in the Buddhist school, but none of them matched his name!
"Brother Qing, Sister-in-law Qing, please go back first. I will try my best to investigate this matter. By the way, don't touch the child's body for the time being." Later, Mao Xiaofang said softly.
After suffering so much, although he still did not improve his good nature, he learned to protect himself verbally.
"Yes, thank you very much, Master Mao..." The couple had nothing to say and left with a lot of gratitude.
"Taoist Master Qin, what do you think?"
Watching the two figures disappear outside the gate, Mao Xiaofang took a breath silently, turned around and asked.
Qin Yao took out the demon spirit bead, summoned the red and white demons, and asked: "How is the cultivation of the demons going?"
Miyake had killed all the demons he had cultivated last time with the two "mother queens" in wedding clothes and mourning clothes. It hadn't been long now, and he didn't know the progress of the cultivation of the two mother queens.
"It will take at least seven days to give birth to a new evil spirit." Hong Sha said.
"Seven days... no, we can't wait that long."
Qin Yao ordered: "There are no evil ghosts running errands, so I will leave this job to you two. Listen up, search the whole town for me, looking for an old monk with flat black hair, a long face and yellow teeth. When you bump into him Don't get close, remember the location and report back as soon as possible."
"yes."
The two ghosts accepted the order and immediately turned into light and left.
That night.
The moon and stars are sparse and the wind is freezing.
Hungry, Ningma slowly walked past the doorway with the Gantian Town sign and stepped into the long, silent street.
While walking forward, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked up and saw several figures slowly walking toward him with a chilly air.
Ningma paused and narrowed her eyes: "You are here for me?"
"We want to ask the master something." Mao Xiaofang said.
"What's the matter?"
"Have you ever begged for alms from a family on the mountain today?"
Ningma: "This is indeed true."
"You even touched that child's head?" Mao Xiaofang asked again.
"Is there any problem?" Ningma was puzzled.
"The child is dead."
"What?" Ningma suddenly widened her eyes.
"The child's parents said that the child only had physical contact with you today." Mao Xiaofang added.
Ningma pursed her lips and asked, "Is the child's body still there?"
"It should still be there. I asked his parents not to touch the body for the time being."
Ningma: "I did not do this. Please come with me and have a look."
Mao Xiaofang looked up at Qin Yao and saw that he nodded to him, and then agreed.
Shortly after.
Everyone gathered in the small courtyard in the mountain and were taken into a bedroom by Brother Qing and Sister-in-law Qing.
Facing the frightened and resentful looks of the couple, Ningma came to the child's bed, took off the child's clothes, looked carefully, and found no damage, then put her hand on the child's head, closed her eyes, and silently induction.
"Tantric Kung Fu!"
After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and murmured: "This child died from the tantric technique, and even his soul was taken away."
Qin Yao remembered that in the original work, Master Ningma was not the murderer.
But he was not sure whether there was any magic change in this story, so he said: "So far, master, you are the most suspicious. I wonder if you can prove your innocence?"