Jin Qiao frowned: "Master, has he seen the aura of death? Generally speaking, only those who died within seven days will have the aura of death. Recently, I haven't heard of anyone dying in the temple. Xianggu Temple is a very famous temple. Once
If someone dies, it will definitely be on the news."
Xu Jia said firmly: "I am definitely not wrong. Within three days, someone must have died, and more than one person. It seems like there is something weird here."
Jin Qiao caressed his chin: "Then why wasn't it on the news? Is it kept secret?"
Xu Jia said: "Maybe the temple is deliberately concealing it."
"Deliberately concealing it?" Jin Qiao shook his head: "I don't understand what the master means."
Xu Jia said: "I still don't understand this. Didn't I tell you? There is not only death energy in Yang Qi, but also Yin energy. Tell me, where does this Yin energy come from?"
"Ah, I understand."
Jin Qiao blushed and spat: "Yin energy naturally emanates from women. It seems that the monks in Xianggu Temple are not good, and they are hiding women?"
Xu Jia said: "Don't be so arbitrary."
Jin Qiao said: "This is a place for observing and chanting Buddha's name. The monks in the temple meditate here. No women will appear here. However, the yin energy is extremely strong. Besides the monks seducing women, there is another way.
go?"
"have!"
Xu Jia's face was full of determination: "Maybe it was a woman hooking up with the monk."
Jin Qiao Nuonuo argued: "This is different."
"The gap is huge."
Xu Jia waved his hand: "There must be something fishy in this. Let's go. If nothing happens, take me to visit the great monk Pudu."
***
Pudu was drinking tea in the meditation hall.
He no longer had the gentle and elegant demeanor of a senior monk. His brows were furrowed, and he was pacing back and forth with a tea cup in hand. His steps were hurried, and he looked like he was in a hurry to urinate.
He had no shoes on his feet, and his sleeves were rolled up high, revealing his strong arms.
I felt that drinking tea was not enough, so I reached under the table, picked up a pot of wine, took a big sip, and exclaimed that it was refreshing.
boom!
The door was pushed open.
Pudu thought it was the young monk who opened the door, so he hurriedly threw the wine under the table and shouted: "Didn't I tell you, don't come in and disturb me without my call, you are so annoying, there are no rules at all, you little monk has no future."
"
He looked anxious and spoke without any Buddhist language. He looked like a ruffian, which was completely inconsistent with the appearance of a wise and eminent monk just now.
Xu Jia stood at the door, smiled and said: "Meet Master Pudu."
"ah?"
Pudu looked up and saw that it was Jin Qiao, followed by a handsome guy, and he was immediately shocked.
"Oh my god, why did I think it was a little monk? Was it because I was too anxious just now and had auditory hallucinations, or was it because Jin Qiao is an expert? It's impossible. Although Jin Qiao has some means, that's all. Could it be that
, this handsome guy is a master, how can he hide it from me?"
Pudu hurriedly regained his gentle look, put on his monk shoes, rolled up his sleeves, smiled and came to greet Xu Jia, shouting the Buddha's name: "Two donors, if you are far away from us, please sit down."
Jin Qiao always thought that Pudu was a fake monk who loved money. Especially when he saw Pudu's slovenly appearance and his angry and rude speech, he was even more convinced of his judgment.
Pudu knew Jin Qiao, and Jin Qiao had just given him a lot of reward, so he would help mediate the affairs between Ai Xuyi and Song Xiaoshu.
Xu Jia handed over to Pudu: "Master Pudu, Xu Jia, please give me some advice. Thank you very much for your help just now. I am very grateful."
Pudu smiled and said: "Helping others is my Buddhist fortune."
Thinking about Ai Xuyi and Song Xiaoshu fighting over Xu Jia, I felt a little jealous.
If a man is handsome, women will like him. I hate pretty boys.
Pudu smiled and looked at Xu Jia: "Mr. Xu, I will make tea for you."
Xu Jia waved his hand: "No need, I don't drink tea, I only drink wine."
Pudu hurriedly clasped his hands together: "Sin, sin, in the land of Buddhism, the six roots are pure, where did the wine come from?"
"It's right here."
Xu Jia smiled slightly, reached out and took a look under the table, picked up a bottle of Maotai, smashed it on the table, and said with a smile: "Maotai has a fragrant lip fragrance and endless aftertaste. Master Pudu, why are you hiding such a good wine?"
Come on, it’s really disappointing.”
"Ah? This..."
Pudu was dumbfounded.
He had just taken a sip of Moutai, and when he heard the sound, he hid it with lightning speed, confident that no one would see it.
But why did Xu Jia bring Maotai out at once?
He must have seen it.
Thinking of this, Pudu looked at Xu Jia up and down, feeling even more confused, but still had a gentle expression on his face, and smiled: "Hey, how can there be Maotai in the land of Buddhism? Isn't this blasphemy to the Buddha? Poor monk
My guess is that the pilgrims must have been ignorant and brought Maotai in. We must investigate carefully later."
He waved to a young monk outside: "Kong Jing, throw Maotai out quickly."
A young monk came in and carried Maotai out.
"Do you need it? It's a lot of trouble, so let me help you."
Xu Jia snatched the Maotai and drank it all.
"Hey, don't..."
Pudu's mouth watered with greed, thinking: No, leave some for me.
This guy is really good at drinking. Moutai is so powerful, why won’t you get drunk to death?
Xu Jia drank all the Maotai, but nothing happened. He held up the wine jar and showed off to Pudu: "Master, I don't need to bother you anymore, I drank all the wine."
Pudu cried sadly: "Just...just drink it all?"
Xu Jia asked: "Master, you seem to feel sorry for Maotai."
Pudu shook his head: "No, I don't feel sorry for Maotai. I feel sorry for you. Don't break your stomach."
Xu Jia patted his belly: "There is nothing I can do if I have a bad stomach. It is my honor to be able to share the worries of Master Pudu. Isn't there a saying, if I don't go to hell, who will? Hehe, well, is Master still there?
Maotai? I will work hard and go to hell again..."
Pudu was so frightened that he jumped up in a hurry and shook his head: "No more. There is no more bottle of Moutai. Mr. Xu, are you okay? If not, please come back. I have some things to do."
Xu Jia waved his hand: "It's okay, I just came here to thank you."
Master Pudu said: "Oh, you're welcome. Mr. Xu, please go slowly."
He was in a hurry to see off guests.
Xu Jia stood up, walked to the door, suddenly looked back at Master Pudu for a long time, and smiled: "Master dresses very well."
Master Pudu was stunned, checked the monk's robe, and said: "This is the monk's robe? Where is the character? I don't understand what Mr. Xu said at all."
Xu Jia said: "What I mean is, Master Pudu wears a monk's robe on the outside, why does he wear a Taoist robe on the inside?"
"Ah I……"
Pudu sweated profusely, his heart pounded, and he stammered: "No, how can I wear a Taoist robe? I am a monk, not a Taoist priest. Mr. Xu, are you dazzled?"
"Well, I'm probably dazzled."
Xu Jia opened his eyes and immediately penetrated the monk's robes and saw the Taoist robes inside Pudu.
Looking at Pudu's flustered look, he didn't express any concern and stepped over the threshold.
Pudu wiped his hands with cold sweat and said with a guilty conscience: "Donor, please go slowly."
Xu Jia rode on the threshold and refused to leave: "Master, I still have something to do."
"Ah? You still have something to do."
Pudu curled his lips and said with a guilty conscience: "I have an urgent matter and I don't have time to accompany you..."
Xu Jia said: "I just want to express my gratitude to the master. Since the master is so busy, I will give you the token of gratitude another day."
"Hey, don't."
Pudu secretly complained that he refused too quickly, and hurriedly rounded off his words: "It doesn't matter if the donor just said it. Although I am in a hurry, I still have a few minutes."
"Oh well."
Xu Jia took out a receipt and gave it to Pudu. He stared at Pudu's narrowed eyes and said, "I have laid out more than a dozen coffins at Hutchison Coffin and asked Master Pudu to accept them for backup.
"
"What? A coffin?"
Pudu had been able to hold back just now, but now he was frightened and angry. He tore the receipt into pieces and stared at Xu Jia with a cold face: "Donor, you are going too far. Okay, you actually sent a coffin to me."
I, are you expressing your gratitude to me? Go out and forgive me for not giving it away."
Xu Jia was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "Don't be upset, Master Pudu. I usually send you coffins, which is absolutely nothing. But now I send you coffins, but it is just the right time. However, more than a dozen coffins are
It’s a bit much. For now, five or six coffins are enough. The extra coffins will be used as backup. You will have to buy them sooner or later anyway.”
Master Pudu's face turned pale and he looked at Xu Jia coldly: "Donor, please go out. I don't understand what you are talking about, so I won't send you far away."
boom!
He immediately closed the door, blocking Xu Jia from the door, took out his handkerchief, and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead.
Xu Jia stood outside the door and said with a lively voice: "Master Pudu, I am a doctor and good at reading Qi. I see that your complexion is not good. Your eyebrows are black, your mountain roots are bruised, there is a vague green Qi lingering on the top of your head, and your face is white."
It is sallow and yellow, which is a sign of impending bad luck."
"Hehe, but this is just my conjecture and a joke. Don't take it seriously. Master Pudu, I hope we are destined to meet again. I will leave first."
After Xu Jia finished speaking, he left without stopping.
boom!
The closed door was immediately pushed open.
Master Pudu rushed out and chanted the Buddha's name to Xu Jiaqi: "Donor, please stay, it is the poor monk Meng Lang."
Xu Jia stood there motionless: "Pin monk? I think he should be called Pindao, right?"
"this……"
Pudu was stunned for a moment, then took off his monk's robe. As expected, there was a Taoist robe underneath.
At this time, Jin Qiao was stunned: Is Pudu a monk or a Taoist priest?
Pudu bowed to Xu Jia and said, "I have met Mr. Xu and asked him to sit in his room."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
When Xu Jia saw that Pu Du had finally taken off his monk's clothes, he knew that the heat had arrived, so he asked Jin Qiao to stand guard at the door and followed Pu Du into the meditation hall again.
At this time, Pudu no longer pretended to be a coward. He took out several bottles of Maotai from under the table and placed them in front of Xu Jia. He said: "Mr. Xu's flaming eyes are like stars. I'm willing to bow down. Come on, Mr. Xu has a huge amount. I'll toast you a few glasses."
.”
Xu Jia looked at Maotai, salivating with greed, and said with a smile: "This is the way to go."
Pudu hesitated for a moment and asked Xu Jia: "How does the donor know that I am a Taoist priest? My Taoist uniform is not exposed. I am puzzled."
Xu Jia laughed loudly and stared at Pudu: "Believe it or not, I guess you are not wearing any pants underneath. Hey, this robe is made of hemp cloth. Aren't you afraid of wearing it?"
Pudu was so shocked that he bowed deeply: "Exalted man, please bow to me." (To be continued)