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In the autumn scenery, Chen Yuan arrived at the Xiaoqing River that was mentioned by the two tables of guests in the tea shop. Originally, he did not need to go this way, but he heard that a senior monk from Wanfo Temple went there. It would be good if he could get to know him.
With the Zhenhai monk as a foundation, the eminent monk from Wanfo Temple can’t be too bad, right?
Soon, we entered the town of Xiaoqinghe. On both sides of the long streets with solid hard soil, vendors shouted at passers-by, and hawkers carrying goods walked through the streets. In the open window, there were urchins throwing debris into the street below.
It attracted abuse from passers-by.
Chen Yuan got out of the car and walked with Master, who was looking around, in the bustling market. She felt very comfortable. Before she even passed the street, she saw many people gathered around her from a distance.
In front of a house, I saw a figure wearing a gray and black monk's robe, setting up an altar, manipulating a few talismans, stringing them together with a peach wood sword, stepping on the gang steps, making signs and chanting in front of the main house.
Diagonally opposite, there was a monk sitting cross-legged, making vertical seals to worship the Buddha, unmoved by the sultry temperature and the coming autumn sun.
Chen Yuan approached, and there happened to be a few people in the town beside him who were chattering: "Is this the eminent monk invited by Wanfo Temple?"
"Yeah, I've been sitting here since I got here, and it's been almost an hour."
"I thought that when the eminent monk came over, he wouldn't just punch the person away with three punches, but he would just use his mouth. But when he got here, he just said: Donor, please don't act rashly, so he meditated here without moving."
"Haha, are you afraid that you are going to make the Taoist priest run away?"
Chen Yuan roughly organized the whole story in Chen Yuan's mind with the babble of market talk. It seemed that the meditating monk wanted to use this method to persuade the Taoist priest.
It's just that the other party doesn't seem to appreciate it and still manipulates his own rituals.
I wonder if the monk was sitting there, making it difficult for the Taoist priest to concentrate. The rituals he performed several times fell short. He swung the peach wood sword a few times and fell to the ground with the talismans on it.
"Monk, I'm here to help my master's house. Why are you blocking me here? Believe it or not, I'm really going to make a move and break your wooden head!"
On the ground, the monk, who was estimated to be nearly thirty years old, had a straight face, closed his eyes and clasped his hands while chanting sutras, without paying any attention to the Taoist priest's words. The anxious Taoist priest saw him walking back and forth, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his hand.
"Wait!"
Seeing that the monk was about to be beaten, Chen Yuan used his magic power to bring out the sound. The Taoist priest stopped immediately in shock. The people in the surrounding town followed the direction of the sound and looked over. The crowd over there separated, and Chen Yuan held the hand.
He followed his master, stepped out from the crowd, and saluted the Taoist priest who still had his hands raised.
"How much more is it for monks to embarrass monks? This master is just meditating here and has not touched you. Why should he hit someone? In other words, this Taoist monk has a low level of cultivation and cannot tolerate others."
The people in the town who reacted around them nodded: "Yes, the eminent monk is meditating here, is it in the way of you, a Taoist priest?"
"No, almost every household in our town believes in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. How come you, a wild Taoist priest, dare to hit people!"
"Hey, even though every family believes in it, I think this Taoist priest is pretty good. Didn't you see that the Li family has invited the other party to control the house?! This monk is sitting here as soon as he comes. Isn't he just here to disturb the situation?"
The people around him gradually began to quarrel because of the two of them. In the noise, the Taoist priest was also looking at Chen Yuan. Seeing that he was wearing ordinary clothes and having a southern accent, he thought he was a vendor who came to sell goods. Now that he was so disturbed, he felt quite confused.
Feeling uncomfortable, I raised my hand toward the host's house over there.
"Master Li Blessed, Pindao has performed the first method today and will come again tomorrow."
"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"
The Li family thanked each other one after another, and the Taoist priest also politely returned the gift. After looking at the monks on the ground and Chen Yuan, he hummed, put his mahogany sword on his back and swung his sleeves away.
Here, when the two groups of people who had stirred up the anger saw the Taoist priest walking away, they had no intention of continuing and dispersed in twos and threes. The door of the Li family residence was also slammed shut, and only Chen Yuan and the monk were left in half the street.
"Master, they are all gone."
The monk who was meditating slowly opened his eyes and said: "My Buddha is compassionate!" He stood up and bowed vertically to Chen Yuan.
"The poor monk is grateful to this benefactor for speaking for me."
"I have great admiration for Wanfo Temple, and I know a monk from your temple, so I offered to help." Chen Yuan's words are certainly correct, and there is no need to hide them. When the monk over there heard these words, a smile appeared on his face.
: “I wonder which eminent monk the donor knows?”
Chen Yuan followed and smiled: "Eminent monk... maybe, his dharma name is Zhenhai."
As soon as he finished speaking, especially when he heard the word "Zhenhai" at the end, the monk was stunned for a moment, and then his smile became even brighter.
"It seems that the benefactor really has a fate with Wanfo Temple. That Zhenhai is a poor monk and junior fellow apprentice."
"The master's name is..."
"The poor monk's Dharma name: Zhen Kong!"
Zhenhai, Zhenkong? I just don’t know if there is still Zhenlu. Chen Yuan bowed his hands and saluted, and then said, "The sky is getting dark. I am afraid that the master will not be able to return to the temple at this time. The Taoist priest will be back tomorrow, so why not go to the inn in front together?
Eat."
Knowing that the Zhenkong monk in front of him was the senior brother of his good friend, Chen Yuan immediately became enthusiastic and called Sun Zhengde over there to drive the ox cart over, and together they walked to an inn called 'Yun Lai'.
"Brother, bring me a table of plain vegetarian dishes."
"Okay, the guests will sit down first, and I'll go get ready now." The store clerk wiped the tables and stools, invited the people who came in to sit down, and then went to the back hall.
Here, the four people sat down. Chen Yuan asked curiously why Zhenkong monk wanted to meditate with the Taoist priest. Moreover, what Chen Yuan felt from him was only a little magic power, which was not even Qi training. Compared with Ling County's
The father and son of the Qin family are similar. Half of their feet have stepped into the door of monasticism, while the other foot is still in the world of mortals.
"My Buddha is compassionate."
The vertical seal in the sky said the Buddha's name, and then he said with a smile: "That man is just a deceiver. The poor monk looked at him. He just used the method of holding the house to secretly lay out the moving technique. He thought he wanted to loot the house.
property."
Chen Yuan frowned: "Master, why don't you expose him directly?"
"So what if you expose him? It's just a violent act, hurting others, implicating innocent people, and then escaping somewhere else, or fighting to the death and dying at the hands of a poor monk." The monk shook his head, "Instead of doing this, it's better to let him understand the Buddha's law.
If you have the strength to retreat when faced with difficulties, you will not be able to do such evil deeds again in the future, and you will be able to save yourself if you are afraid."
this……
Chen Yuan could not think of any words to describe this monk. Compared with Zhenhai, there was a huge difference between his brothers. One dared to kill to become a Buddha, while the other relied on Buddhism to convert evildoers.
"Master and your junior brother are on the left and on the right."
Hearing Chen Yuan's suggestion, the monk smiled and said nothing. After the vegetarian dishes were served, the monk made a gesture of invitation, picked up the taiko without any courtesy, and began to chew slowly.
The sky gradually darkened.
In the field outside the town, there were two lights burning, and a tribute table was placed. Two candles flickered the flames. A Taoist priest in gray and black robes, with a magic spell and a peach wood sword in one hand, chanting mantras loudly in his mouth.
Fa, the next second, finger gestures, the sword tips all fell to the talisman paper placed on the table, as well as the two paper figures on it.
"go!"
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the paper man on the table suddenly stood up, jumped off the tribute table and disappeared into the darkness instantly.
"Hmph, if you ruin my good deeds, I'll make you lose your shit and escape from this town tonight!"
The dark wind blew through the treetops, and in the far direction, in the brightly lit inn, the crazy old man held a rope and dragged a wooden crab upstairs. Sun Zhengde sat at the door yawning, looking over there in boredom.
The layman and the monk were still chatting.
"Do you really have that much to say?" he muttered.
At this moment, the lanterns under the eaves outside the door suddenly flickered on and off, the flags hanging on the street whistled, and the shopkeeper in the inn who was calculating the accounts quickly raised his hand to cover the candle next to him. At that moment, a dark wind blew in,
There are also two vaguely green-faced and fanged figures.
Chen Yuan over there stopped talking, looked at each other with a smile and smiled at the monk opposite. He took out the finger tips from his sleeves and waved them away casually to blow away the cold wind.
The green-faced fangs mixed with the cold wind shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of shredded paper.
…
In the wilderness outside the town, the Taoist priest in front of the tribute table widened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood on the table. He looked at the tribute table in panic and started to sway. All over his body, the cultivation that he had finally achieved,
No more remains.
"Where's my spell? Where's the Talisman Ghost?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the night wind blew in his face, knocking over the table and everyone, and a vague and majestic voice sounded in his ears.
"roll!"
It was the voice that the Taoist priest had heard, that of the young man during the day.
His face suddenly turned pale, he threw away the mahogany sword in his hand, turned around and ran away into the distance.