When the new King Qi Er of Lizheng came out of the village, he saw such a scene.
I saw a great monk, wearing a hundred-fold robe, holding a cane, lotus blossoms blooming on the soles of his feet, riding the wind to protect the sky.
Of course, it could be the dust raised when the sand exploded.
Wang Qi'er, a commoner with limited knowledge, thought it was the mythical and legendary art of riding on clouds and mist.
"Ouch,"
I have to say that this move shocked Wang Qi'er, a gangster in the village.
"Grandmaster,"
Wang Qier opened his mouth and said: "No, no, you are always the living Buddha."
As a scoundrel who is hated by gods and ghosts, Wang Qier can be regarded as a leader in this industry.
Not to mention anything else, just the talent of observing words and emotions made him reach the full value.
This great monk has great supernatural powers and can walk dozens of feet in one step. In the eyes of Wang Qi'er and Qingshan Xiaosi, doesn't he look like he is soaring in the clouds and riding in the mist?
Between a living Buddha who soared in the clouds and an eminent monk in a large temple, Wang Qier naturally knew how to choose.
Wang Qier trotted all the way, and before the great monk came, he knelt down at the intersection with a "pop" sound.
"Living Buddha, living Buddha," the ruffian hugged the monk's thick legs and refused to let go.
Xiaosi in Qingshan also knelt down quietly and kept kowtowing in salute.
Seeing the attitude of the two men, the great monk was stunned and held a plate of Buddhist beads in his hand.
As one of the six supernatural powers, his mind moved, and the thoughts of the two people fell into his eyes like lines on the palm of his hand.
"Amitabha,"
The great monk chanted the Buddha's name in a long voice, stepped lightly on the ground with his shoes, and said: "The poor monk is ashamed of the words of the donor."
"The title of Living Buddha is not something that a poor monk can bear. Although a poor monk may have little skills, he dare not claim to be a Buddha. He only makes people laugh."
"Don't say it again, don't say it again,"
At the end of the speech, he used his magic power to make a sound of thunder, which sounded like a big thunder sound, ringing in the ears of the two of them, and it lasted for a long time.
Wang Qier was excited and said quickly: "Yes, yes,"
"It is a disciple who falsely claims that our Buddha is merciful. It is a disciple's sin to compare himself to others."
Wang Qier ignored the villagers passing by, with a look of surprise as if he had seen a ghost, and a strong sense of flattery in his tone.
The great monk can be said to be well-informed and knowledgeable about Buddhism, so naturally he will not be deceived by these evil tricks.
His eyes were full of compassion, and Buddha beads were constantly spinning between his fingers. Under his great vision, he could see all kinds of qi and qi in front of him, and there was no way to hide them.
"The poor monk came to the temple and became the superintendent of Ci'an Temple."
He spoke slowly, with a gentle tone that seemed to convey tranquility and calmness.
This sound was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, an Arhat coming to earth and showing mercy to the world, which added another third of awe to Wang Qier's yearning heart.
Wang Qier led the way and brought Monk Tongda to a house.
It is the only mansion in Shanghe Village, with three entrances and three exits, and a bright brick hall.
Wang Qier said respectfully: "Master, please take a seat."
Although Wang Qi Er started out as a scoundrel, he still has some skills.
Otherwise, it would not have been possible for him to roam the countryside for more than ten years and remain at ease to this day.
He had the right attitude.
Liao Tong held a cane in one hand and performed Buddhist rituals with the other, saying: "The donor is the master of this place, why should I be so polite? The donor..."
"Master, you'd better call me Qi Er, it's more cordial."
Wang Qier smiled and said: "Master is an expert in Buddhism. I have admired Qier for a long time."
"To be able to see the golden face today is the blessing that I, the King, have gained through cultivation in seventy-two and three lifetimes."
Wang Qi'er's sincerity and kindness made it impossible to refuse.
Liao Tong glanced at Wang Qi'er calmly, his eyes seemed to have a hint of gold.
Above Wang Qier's top door, there is a trace of red air, standing in the void, a light red air machine, swallowing dozens of gray-white air machines, and a dozen light white air machines.
"Donor Wang has a good fate,"
He made a nonchalant comment.
The light red natal life should not be underestimated!
If you are an official, you can be the main hall of a county; if you are in the army, you can be in charge of a guard.
This Wang Qi Er looks unattractive, but in fact, he is somewhat outstanding in terms of energy.
Liao Tong thought to himself.
The monk Lingtong didn't come to this remote and remote place just for the sake of some ordinary person.
He came here under the secret orders of his abbot and senior brother, so he condescended to appear in this remote and remote place.
If it weren't for that, it was just one hundred and fifty taels of silver, which would really not be in the eyes of Monk Tong.
The courtyard with three entrances and three exits can be said to be a huge property in Shanghe Village.
But in the eyes of those who have seen the world, it is ordinary, even a little crude.
However, as a monk, all four elements are empty. You can enjoy the silk and satin, but you can also endure the death of the withered temple.
It’s just a superficial appearance, looking like a skeleton!
The great monk's heart was calm, but his face was still full of smiles.
"Tea," Wang Qier's flattering expression was revealed unabashedly, he clapped his hands and shouted.
Several servants filed out, carrying tea.
"Go ahead,"
For Wang Qi'er, it should not be underestimated that his rise to prominence was short-lived and his methods were not very glorious.
But in front of his servants, he was very dignified and commanding.
"Master, what do you think?"
After he sent away all the servants, only his confidant Xiao Si was left, so he said a little anxiously.
However, Liao Tong did not answer the call. Instead, he raised his head thoughtfully and looked southeast of Shanghe Village.
In the sky above there, there was a trace of black and red energy floating and swimming, and the evil energy was so fierce that his Zen heart was slightly shaken.
"The poor monk already knows everything the donor wants."
Liao Tong said softly: "The resentment is rising in the southeast. It doesn't look like a kind person, which is chilling."
"Difficult, difficult, difficult,"
After saying that, Liao Tong stood up and left.
One hundred and fifty taels of silver was worth it, the price of one trip back and forth.
If you want this great monk to really contribute, Wang Qier's hand is still too small.
Moreover, the great monk has a powerful Dharma eye. When he sees the black and red Qi machine, which is so malicious, he is unwilling to go into this muddy water.
"Master, don't be anxious,"
Wang Qi'er's expression tightened, and he was obviously very anxious. He waved his hand and said, "This is a little bit of my thoughts. Please accept it, Master."
He was sitting on the dark wood chair, and Xiaosi in green shirt came forward, holding a round plate with a wooden box on top. The four sides were tightly packed and seemed to be extremely valuable.
Monk Liao Tong raised his eyebrows, and his fingertips gently brushed against the tea cup that still carried the slightest breath of heat.
"Yeah," Wang Qier hummed softly.
Xiaosi understood at that time and opened the wooden box.
I saw an object as big as a cherry and full of jade color, lying quietly in this square wooden box.
Thousands of haloes of light shone on this object, shining with brilliance and brilliance.
Monk Liao Tong's body suddenly shook. He was no longer as leisurely as before. He unknowingly retracted his steps and said with emotion: "Is this?"
Wang Qier said with a smile: "Master, can this treasure be considered the master's intention?"
"How about I use this thing in exchange for Master's help?"
When Liao Tong saw this treasure, he suddenly pondered.
Wang Qier is full of confidence in this.
This so-called family heirloom is not an extraordinary thing. To the Buddhist disciples, it is like a cat that steals fish, with unimaginable temptation.
He is very self-aware that he is just a low-level person.
The gentry in the countryside treated it like toilet paper and threw it away after use, for fear that it might get stained with feces and pee, which would dirty their hands and feet.
This kind of people have today and no tomorrow. They have wine today and are drunk today.
Liao Tong was a monk, and even though his magical powers frightened a country bumpkin like Wang Qi Er, it might not be able to make Wang Qi Er truly obey him.
Wang Qier didn't urge him, but he couldn't help but tap his fingers on the table, showing that his mood was not calm.
"Relic..."
Liao Tong's mood swings are something that Wang Qi Er can only experience if he is an ordinary person.
His great wish in life was to prosper the Ci'an Temple.
Don't talk about becoming a leader in Buddhism, it means becoming one of the top temples, a state of prominence, and you will be satisfied if you have mastered it.
However, if you want to achieve this, you need countless amounts of money, regardless of anything else.
Money and food are the second most important thing. They must be recognized by the court and trusted by the people. These are invisible and intangible, but they are all necessary.
Although the foundation of Da Ci'an Temple is not weak, it is not to the point where it can affect the government's affairs and the people's livelihood.
But this thing in front of him is something that no monk can ignore.
"Amitabha, you must ask for something from others when giving gifts, and the donor can tell you what you want."
Liao Tong looked at the relic in the wooden box and couldn't take his eyes away for a long time.
Relics!
He is a Buddhist eminent monk who was transformed by his whole body cultivation when Nirvana was imminent.
For those in the Buddhist sect, its efficacy is no less than that of a treasure, and in some aspects it is even infinitely better.
In a large Buddhist temple, which side doesn't have many relics, how can it suppress the spirit?
This is the foundation that Buddhism values most.
In the hands of Buddhism, it is almost countless times more useful than a treasure.
"Hahaha,"
Wang Qier smiled happily and said: "Master, I am a rough guy and don't understand anything."
"I hope you will forgive me for being disrespectful."
The value of a relic is enough to give in and suppress the discomfort in my heart.
However, Liao Tong nodded and said, "The poor monk understands the benefactor's intention."
"only……"
His hesitant attitude made Wang Qier's heart even more gloomy.
"Master, let me make it clear that my disciples must listen attentively."