Take the Fox Fairy To Catch the Ghost

Chapter 123: Monk Shang Zhiyuan

I don’t know what Zen the middle-aged monk in front of me is cultivating and what Buddha he respects. Judging from the monk clothes he wears, his status in the North Building should not be low. The first time we met, he broke the precept of lying.

I held back the smile in my heart, my face was as usual, and said, "The lies of the monks are like a layer of window paper, which breaks after a poke...According to the master just now, I think this person is in your temple. ."

His old face was flushed, and he was extremely ashamed, and then chanted the Buddha's name, and said: "I don't know why the little Taoist friends said this."

"It's easy." I finally couldn't hold it back, with a smile on my face. Of course, I didn't take the opportunity to sarcastically. "According to what the master said just now, you are convinced that we have never met this monk Zhiyuan before, and then insist that there is no such person in your temple. But how can you be sure that you have never met before? Woolen cloth?"

The middle-aged monk blurted out: "Do not ask about longevity, forgive me for my fault. According to the monk's eyesight, the two little Taoists are at most twenty or so years old. I have never seen two of them before, so it is natural to be sure that the two of them have never met the person you are looking for."

"Haha, you monk is so ridiculous." Jiang Yilong took the words and said: "My junior brother just told the family's lie like window paper and it broke with a poke. He didn't expect him to simply make a bend. Just expose your lies. In other words, you know that this monk Zhiyuan, there is a possibility that this monk Zhiyuan has not left the Xuankong Temple in the past ten or twenty years."

"Ah..." The middle-aged monk suddenly realized, busy thinking about sins and sins. "Don't hide the truth from the two little Taoists, there is indeed a monk named Zhiyuan in the temple, and he is my master."

With apprentices of this age, Zhiyuan must have reached the age of longevity, but I am a little worried that Monk Zhiyuan is still alive, otherwise, our trip would be really in vain.

I hurriedly said: "Master, forgive us, we have no intention of offending. This trip is a relic given by the master."

"Transfer the relics?" The middle-aged monk bowed towards the gate and said Amituo Buddha. "Master, his elders stayed behind closed doors for many years, and they have already ordered not to see visitors. This seems to be something..."

"He is still alive, so good..."

The middle-aged monk glared at Jiang Yilong. Jiang Yilong knew he was reckless, and the smile on his face sank immediately.

I said, "Master, forgive the sins. I have made it very clear just now that we have travelled all the way to the Xuankong Temple with the purpose of giving Master’s relics. Your master’s order cannot be violated, and we cannot violate the master’s order. So, can you please invite the master? Tong Rong Tong Rong, we will inform Master Zhiyuan of the facts. We will certainly act according to how Master Zhiyuan chooses at that time."

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, and said, "Otherwise, can you hand over the relics you want to donate to Master by my hand, and, can you report your master's name?"

Jiang Yilong said: "Master's name is Yuan Qiu. As for the relics that were given away, my master had confessed to the two of us when he was dying. They must be handed over to Master Zhiyuan."

The middle-aged monk did not say anything again, and asked the little monk to take us to the wing to rest for a while, and he notified Zhiyuan of the incident as soon as possible. It’s strange to say that since Zhiyuan is the master of the middle-aged monk just now, then Zhiyuan’s name and status are certainly not low in the Xuankong Temple, and the information he received from the God’s words of the little monk who received us seems to be I don't know anything about Zhiyuan's existence.

We drank some tea and ate two cakes. We thought it would take only a few minutes before and after. However, Jiang Yilong and Bai Ling and I waited for a full hour and have not seen the middle-aged monk return.

Jiang Yilong said: "This monk will not play a game of disappearance with us."

Bai Ling said: "If you can run, the monk can't run to the temple. We are in this temple now. Besides, he doesn't need to avoid us deliberately because of this."

I said: "Bai Ling is right. It's just that time has really been waiting a bit longer."

Roland walked around the entire Xuankong Temple under the guidance of the van master, and now she hasn't met us for a long time. She should be thinking of a way to give herself a souvenir somewhere.

After a few more minutes, the middle-aged monk finally appeared in our sight, with a polite remark that had been waiting for a long time.

"What does Master Zhiyuan mean?"

"Master has requested, you follow me."

We hurriedly put on our backpacks and bags and followed the middle-aged monk. Under his leadership, we left the North Building and finally exited to the gate of Xuankong Temple.

Bai Ling said, "You monk, where are you going to take us?"

The middle-aged monk said: "The donor forgive the sins, but I blame the monk for not clarifying it beforehand. Master and his old man kept doing repairs behind closed doors in his early years, and the number of pilgrims coming and going in this temple is counted every day, for fear of disturbing Master’s pursuing repairs. Therefore, Master long ago So I moved out of the temple and built a cottage at the foot of Beishan Mountain."

"That's the case, it's no wonder that it took so long for you to come here." I paused and said hurriedly: "Yes, Master, after transferring the relic to Master Zhiyuan, we should also leave here immediately and go with us. And there is a companion here, it takes a lot of time to go up and down, it is better to ask you to speak for the ward at that time."

"It's okay."

The middle-aged monk let us stay where we were. He confessed the matter to a young monk in the temple. After a few minutes, he continued to return to our sight, leading us down the cliff.

After a while, we can clearly see a grassy cottage between the clear mountains and green waters on the hillside. The middle-aged monk said: "Master is destined. The three guests will go by themselves. I will go back to the temple and the work is done. After that, you can cross that path and you can leave up and down in about twenty minutes."

Jiang Yilong and I saluted him and thanked him. After we parted ways, we walked straight down the dangerous road towards the grassy cottage at the foot of the mountain.

The door of the Caolu room was open, and there were seven or eight meters away, and you could see the old monk with silver beard and shabby robes sitting on the futon and meditating. No need to guess, this old monk was naturally the monk Zhiyuan mentioned by Master Yuan Qiu.

Before we were standing at the entrance of Caolu, the old monk Zhiyuan suddenly called out the Buddha's name, and Nan Wu Amituo Buddha, the sound was like a Hongzhong, there was a tendency to go straight through the clouds, and my ears shook my ears and drums. A long time ago, I heard Master Yuan Qiu mention that there is a magical power in Buddhism called the Buddha Roar, which has the function of shaking evil spirits and exorcising evil spirits.

"Buddha is quiet, how can you wait for it to trespass."

The voice was like Hong Zhong. Before I could react, I saw Bai Ling standing next to me. Suddenly, his face was painful, as if he was weightless and unbalanced. His body fell to the ground and his hands tightly covered his ears and rolled on the spot...

"shut up!"

Regardless of other things, I roared as if, and hurriedly helped Bai Ling up, but her face was pale and her face was distorted in pain. I was resentful, and I saw the monk Zhiyuan who was sitting in front of Caolu roaring again. "Shut up your **** mouth."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Monk Zhiyuan looked far away and said, "The Buddhist monk is quiet, how can you not allow you to stay, think of your mind to be good, and retreat quickly."

"You old immortal monk, Lao Tzu kindly asked me to give things away. You don't appreciate it. Now you are secretly using the demon method. You really think that there is no one in the Taoist school." Jiang Yilong was a little confused, and his tongue was confused. There is no logic at all.

It was Jiang Yilong's sentence that interrupted the reverberating Buddha's name and made Bai Ling tremblingly return to my side.

"Namo Amituo Buddha!"

"Ass, don't **** read it anymore!" Jiang Yilong roared again.

At this moment, Bai Ling's face was completely bloodless, and her current situation was like an invisible shackle tied to her body, letting me wait for no solution to help. I was angry and rushed in, standing in front of Monk Zhiyuan, and hitting him with a fist. "I told you not to read it, you don't understand it."

"Guilty, sin."

"I know I am guilty, but since sins are reincarnated, do you think you will sink into oblivion when you do so."

"Namo Amituo Buddha."

I didn't have that time, nor did I have that gap. I didn't care about anything else, when I passed the remnant painting wrapped in my backpack into his hand. "Master Zhiyuan, Yuan Qiu, the master teacher, had confessed on his deathbed. This scroll must be handed over to you. Things are not wrong, and you can't refer to them."