The monk held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and hung several strings around his neck. He stopped Yu Sheng without saying a word and just looked at Yu Sheng up and down.
"What are you looking at?" Yu Sheng took a step back and looked at him warily.
In my previous life, I had read "The Legend of Laughter", and under the monk's gaze, I suddenly remembered that the monk rarely had constipation.
"Amitabha," the monk said with his hands clasped together, "Donor, you are afraid that disaster will befall you in recent days."
"Disaster?" I don't believe it for the rest of my life. As long as the King of the Eastern Barren doesn't come, he will spend the rest of his life in the Eastern Barren where the wind will blow and the rain will rain. What kind of disaster can happen?
The monk took out a few books from his arms and said, "My Buddha is destined to be with you. I happen to have a few Buddhist scriptures here, little monk. Please give them to the donor to avoid disasters."
The pamphlet was spread out in front of Yu Sheng, including the "Honey Heart Sutra", "Su Sutra" and "Lao Tan Sutra", which made Yu Sheng dumbfounded.
He took the "Lao Tan Sutra" and asked, "What kind of sutras do you have?"
I also know some Buddhist scriptures about past and present lives, but I have never heard of this name. “Is there a Pickled Cabbage Sutra?”
"Wait a minute, I'll look for it." The monk reacted as soon as he put his hand into his arms.
"What Pickled Cabbage Sutra, the donor is joking, this is the Fifth Patriarch Altar Sutra." He pointed to the "Lao Altar Sutra" and said, the so-called Five Patriarchs refer to the fifth generation of reincarnations of the Central Plains Buddhas.
"It's obviously three words, you're lying." After Yu Sheng said this, he patted the sutra book to the monk and walked away.
The monk caught up and asked, "Let me ask you, how many generations has the Buddha been reincarnated now? Isn't it thirty-two generations? Then the fifth ancestor is not old enough. What's wrong with the Lao Tan Sutra?"
"It makes sense." Yu Sheng nodded and continued walking, "Then I don't want it either. What kind of disaster can I cause in Yangzhou?"
"The donor's words are wrong. Just because you are not in trouble now does not mean that there will be no trouble in the future. It is always right to keep a book to report that you are safe." The monk followed Yu Sheng closely. Seeing that his pace was getting faster and faster, he ran quickly to block Yu Sheng's path.
, "Besides, the mummies are coming soon. When the time comes, you can recite a few verses from the book and you can expel the mummies and save your life."
Yu Sheng stopped. "Seriously?"
"Seriously, you can tell by my appearance that I am from the Southern Wilderness. The reason I was able to escape was because of this scripture." The monk said to Yu Sheng seriously.
"Then you can still read it." Yu Sheng took out the "Lao Tan Sutra", which was free anyway.
Yu Sheng continued walking, "Hey, hey, you haven't given me the money yet." The monk caught up from behind and pulled Yu Sheng's sleeve.
"You didn't say you would give it to me?" Yu Sheng was puzzled.
"Monks don't tell lies." The monk clasped his hands together, "But the young monk is so hungry that he can't stand it anymore, so I would like to ask the donor to give him a few pennies."
"How much?"
"Five hundred coins."
Yu Sheng immediately stopped thinking about giving money and said seriously to the monk, "Money is something external to the body. As a monk, it is too vulgar to talk about money. Besides, I have a fate with you, Buddha."
"That won't work." The monk refused.
Seeing this, Yu Sheng returned the book and said, "Then I don't want it anymore. Compared with losing my life, I think it's more important to lose money."
The monk was startled. He had seen many reasons, but this reason was fresh and refined.
Yu Sheng took the opportunity to leave, but was stopped by the monk again, "That's not possible. You touched this scripture twice and it has tainted the Buddha's energy to you. You must return the money to me."
"Are you buying and selling by force?" Yu Sheng realized at this moment. Seeing that the monk was honest and loyal, he didn't expect to be full of evil.
Yu Sheng's temper also grew, "I won't give you money, and I won't give you my life."
"Hey, kid." The monk said with a "hehe" smile, "Do you remember that I told you that you have been in trouble recently?"
While he was speaking, several monks on the street gathered around Yu Sheng. They were all tall and strong men. They took off their clothes and looked more like robbers than monks.
"Your calculations are really accurate." Seeing that he was surrounded by monks, Yu Sheng softened his tone. Buying that book can really avoid disasters.
The monk was happy and said, "Amitabha, donor, I'll give you five hundred coins for your appearance or knowledge. I won't give you any counter-offer."
"If you want money, you won't give me your life." Yu Sheng's expression changed and he continued on his way.
"Amitabha, this kid is obsessed with enlightenment. Find a corner and let me read a few passages from scriptures to enlighten him." The monk waved to his companions.
Several monks pinched Yu Sheng and pushed him around. The people in Yangzhou City nearby had been watching the excitement for a long time. Now they wanted to come up to help, but Yu Sheng stopped them with a wink.
"Wait a minute, I'll go by myself." Yu Sheng straightened his collar and followed the monk into the alley next to him.
The waiter from the tea shop next to him poked his head inside, "You deserve to be allowed to run wild in Yangzhou City. Are you unlucky now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound in the alley, and occasionally there was the sound of wailing like a pig being slaughtered, which made the people watching the excitement outside the alley feel pain.
A quarter of an hour later, Yu Sheng walked out of the alley in a happy mood, with several monk's robes draped over his shoulders, several money bags in his arms, and several scriptures in his hands.
There was a smile on his face. He stopped when he saw many people staring at him in the alley. He straightened his sleeves seriously and said, "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will never become a Buddha unless hell is empty."
Several masters have taught Buddhist scriptures well."
Seeing the people in the alley, they couldn't help but laugh. For the rest of their lives, they stopped pretending and asked, "What's going on?"
"Sir, they came from the Southern Wilderness and have been doing evil here for a long time," said the waiter at the tea shop.
"Jin Yiwei doesn't care?"
"Many refugees from the Southern Wilderness have poured into the city, and the Jin Yiwei are busy controlling the floods and rescuing the victims, and have no time to care about them," the waiter said.
Jinyiwei is currently short of manpower, many towns outside the city have been affected by the disaster, and the city lord also left the city not long ago.
"What about you, don't you care?" Yu Sheng took out a few dried fruits in his hand and knocked them. These were found from the monk's body.
The waiter smiled sheepishly, and Yu Sheng put the peel in his waiter's hand, "When the road is rough in the future, I will draw my sword to help. If you die, I, the shopkeeper, will resurrect you."
"Okay!" The waiter immediately stood up straight. Yu Sheng took the tea from him and drank it in one gulp, then turned and walked east along the avenue.
The waiter watched Yu Sheng disappear, turned around, picked up the bench and ran into the alley, but he quickly ran back. The monk's miserable appearance made him unable to bear to add insult to injury.
It was so miserable that the hair on the body was plucked clean by the monks biting each other with their teeth, just like a chicken that was plucked after being boiled in boiling water.
Then the teeth were scattered all over the floor, and when he moaned, he could hear the sound of the wind getting in.
As Yu Sheng was walking on the road, he casually opened a few scriptures that he had grabbed, and then he was stunned, "This Laotan Sutra is really made of pickles!"
These monks are really fake.
He put down the book and suddenly saw a person and a cat sitting around a table in a roadside restaurant. Between them was a braised fish, only half of which was left.
The little girl wanted to eat the mandrill, but the white cat buried her head in the plate and slapped it away with her paw. Fortunately, the restaurant proprietress brought a plate of fish fillets in time to satisfy the little girl's craving.
The landlady held a cat in her arms. I had seen it in my life, and it was the same cat that Mandrill always held in her arms.
The proprietress of the restaurant petted her cat happily, looking at the little girl and the white cat enjoying the food on the table, her eyes disappeared with a smile.
"Madam boss, where did you buy the cat? It's so beautiful?" Yu Sheng stepped forward and asked.
"I didn't buy it, I bought it from roasted fish." Seeing that her cat was praised for its beauty, the landlady said happily.