Mrs. Chen didn't even dare to say anything. After fetching water from the well, she continued to teach the maid how to make fried pancakes.
'Mrs. Chen is determined to follow the path of ghost cultivation and does not want to enter reincarnation. Now that the Hades Wheel has not appeared, the risk of reincarnation is too high, and more ghosts and monsters are accumulating in the world... The collapse of Buddhism and the collapse of faith are related to this.
It has something to do with it. The root of the disaster has been laid long before the Pluto Wheel did not appear."
Zhou Yi looked thoughtful, and an idea flashed in his mind.
If you want to revitalize Buddhism, you may have to start from the root... to recreate the netherworld and start the six paths of reincarnation?
'Stop it, stop it, I'm not the Lord of Hell, I'm just a monk. You're such a great king, don't get too involved in the drama.'
Curl smoke rose from the small courtyard in the south of the city.
The aroma of the food bursts out.
Just as everyone was preparing to have dinner, there was a knock on the door.
"Is the holy monk here?"
"Oh, no, it's Master Yichen."
"My disciple Kong Dongliu has come to pay his respects to Master."
"My disciple heard that the master likes to eat bilo, so he specially asked the accompanying Chang'an chef to use the best ingredients to carefully cook biro with eighteen flavors."
"Master... please open the door. Are you really ready to stop talking to me?"
In the small courtyard, Zhou Yi was eating cakes calmly. He was accustomed to the harassment from Kong Dongliu, the noble son of the capital.
Not long after that night, Kong Dongliu came to visit with gifts.
The heavenly ban imposed by Master Daming should only be aimed at those in the world of demons and ghosts who have malicious intentions towards him.
Among ordinary people in Wenhe County, it is extremely easy to find out the small courtyard in the south of the city where they are staying.
What's more, Kong Dongliu's temporary residence was in the Xu Mansion.
Zhou Yi was too lazy to talk to Kong Dongliu.
Even though Kong Dongliu asked for instructions in the morning and greeted him at night, he worked day and night without stopping, sincerely, and even kowtowed in front of the guards in the mansion.
Just won't open the door.
Young monk, your heart is as hard as iron, your heart is as rocky, and your heart is so ruthless. How can you wait until you are easy-going and hard-pressed?
Also...when did the little monk take a bite of Biro's privacy and spread like wildfire? Isn't it good? This is not good!
In front of the stone table in the courtyard, Xiangzhu winked and said with a smile: "Sir? That's eighteen kinds of delicacies. Hey, are you really not considering finding a cheap junior brother for Chen Chi?"
"ah?"
Chen Chi raised his head from the rice bowl. His eyes were blank, and rice grains were still stuck to the corners of his mouth. It was as if he had just heard the prayers outside.
"Is that Mr. Kong here again?"
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name in a stern tone: "You can eat more food, but don't talk nonsense. The young monk has never promised to be Chen Chi's master. You all need to keep this in mind."
Chen Chi put down his chopsticks and said respectfully: "Yes? Master."
"You...that's all."
Zhou Yi sighed softly and shook his head slightly.
Xiao Wuzuo was confused all day long, but he was very stubborn and refused to let go of calling himself "Master".
The same goes for Kong Dongliu outside the door? He obviously has a family fortune that is among the top ten or even the top five in the Tang Dynasty waiting to be inherited? But he is determined to become a monk and become a monk himself?
Mr. Kong? Did you drink too much fake milk and fake tea in the dream before, and your mind was not clear? If it were someone else? You would have been so wild already, okay?
Sure enough, you will die of thirst? You will die of drought.
"Xiangzhu? Drive him away."
"okay."
Xiangzhu jumped up and just grabbed the broom when a solemn Buddha's chant sounded in her ears.
"Amitabha, please keep Biluo. We can't eat it, so we can share it with our neighbors and the poor. It's good, it's good."
Wow!
The bolt is pulled and the wooden door opens.
"Little Miss Zhu..."
Kong Dongliu looked at the handsome maid who stood tall and proud in surprise. Before his smile could bloom, he saw a wicker broom hitting her head and face.
"What a pig, you are the pig, each one is more incapable of talking than the other!"
The fragrant beads snatched away the large steaming steaming and fragrant Biluo.
Snapped!
Crack!
The door is closed and the bolt is pulled back.
Kong Dongliu stood outside the door for a long time, then smiled and bowed to the small courtyard.
Then he walked back happily.
"After begging for so many days, I am finally willing to accept a little bit of my disciple's wishes. Hahaha, this hardship is not in vain."
The accompanying servants and guards all looked ashamed and angry.
At that moment, a confidant of the Confucius family said: "Little Langjun, this monk in the south of the city is too outrageous. I think he did it on purpose. Humph, what is the status of my young master? He is the nephew of His Highness the Crown Prince and will be Ning Guo Gong in the future.
The number one heir, the baby's bride is the general of the country... Oops!"
Before he could finish speaking, Kong Dongliu slapped him on the head.
"No nonsense! From now on, if anyone dares to slander my master, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Although everyone stopped talking, their faces showed grief, anger and humiliation.
In their opinion, their young man is one of the most noble men at the feet of the Emperor of Chang'an City. Even if he meets those princes and grandsons, he never has to bow his head and give way.
Now, I spend my whole day running to the door of the monk's house in this remote southern county, greeting him in the morning and evening, serving him like a grandson, and getting rejected all day long.
After finally getting the monk to accept the gift, my young master felt like he had received a great favor and was dancing with joy.
What is this if not a fool?
The old servant who followed Kong Dongliu like a shadow finally spoke.
"My master has caught a cold and is recuperating in the Xu Mansion. Therefore, young man, you need to be more cautious about your words and deeds. If someone with ulterior motives spreads the news back to the capital and His Highness the Crown Prince knows about it, it will be very bad."
Kong Dongliu looked at his loyal servant who had just recovered from his illness and sighed softly.
"Huang Weng, how many times do you want me to tell you that this master of mine is no ordinary monk. If it hadn't been for him in Qingchun Tower that night, you and I would have died at the hands of the female ghost."
Huang Weng looked complicated and said in a low voice: "All the bad guys from Guangyuan County have come to investigate and confirmed that there were no ghosts causing trouble in Qingchun Tower that night."
Kong Dongliu rolled his eyes: "Bad people? Humph, how can they be half as good as my master? They are just eagle dogs of the powerful... cough cough."
Seeing the crowd, his eyes became more and more complicated and weird.
Kong Dongliu gritted his teeth.
He suddenly remembered something said by Mr. Xu Xiaolang, who was becoming more and more attached to him.
When he reached the small courtyard in the south of the city, a hundred steps away, Kong Dongliu stopped.
"I know you don't believe it. Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. My master once predicted to others that there will be heavy rains on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don't deliberately want to promote my master's ability to predict the future, but I don't want you to harbor any slander anymore.
That’s all.”
Hearing the words of this kind-hearted young master, there was a hint of coldness in his words.
Only then did all the relatives and followers realize that the young master was really angry. They stopped laughing and joking, restrained their expressions, and prostrated themselves on the ground, not even daring to speak.
After Kong Dongliu finished speaking, he fell silent.
He glanced at the sky.
It's dusk, and the sunset is like fire.
The sky was clear with not a single dark cloud in sight, and there was no sign of rain at all.
He was very determined in his heart.
If Master says it will rain, it will definitely rain!
Unknowingly, he had an almost fanatical trust and worship for the holy monk master, no less than his good friend Xu Zhongcai.
…
Night falls.
Not far outside the small courtyard in the south of the city, there was a cloud of gray mist that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
Some transparent figures were whispering to each other.
"Is it tonight? Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival on Earth."
"I've heard about it too... Hey, we good ghosts have to hide, so we don't suffer unreasonable disasters."
"From the tone of the noble son of the capital, it seems that the great king in the south of the city has calculated that there will be a heavy rain tonight?"
"Then did he calculate what will happen in the underworld tonight..."