high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 396 Stone Monk

For a moment.

But momentarily.

After the old laughter sounded, in an instant, the world was bright and the spirit was like the sea.

Directly in front of him, on an ordinary wooden wheelchair, a white-haired old man covered his lips and coughed twice. His face was like gold paper, his aura seemed to be there, and the look in his eyes was so dim that it could be ignored.

In the mottled hall, the dying old man is like a rotten ancient corpse that has just been opened, dark, damp, deep, deep, twisted...

Behind the old man, two plain white silhouettes are pushing the wheelchair. They have flat faces, no facial features, and no human sexuality.

Wuming suppressed the fear in his heart, clasped his hands together, and saluted silently.

"Amitabha……"

"Wuming, monk of King Kong Temple, do you have any intentions to open an altar in Taizhou City to teach the Dharma?" The old man chuckled twice, and slowly got up with the support of the two plain white silhouettes behind him, raised his head.

The joints of his whole body crackled, as if they were frying beans, and there was a rancid smell coming out of his nostrils, even with his nose blocked, he could smell it clearly.

It was a rancid smell from the depths of the primordial spirit, colorless, tasteless, formless, formless, but pervasive...

"There's never been any friendship between your two families." The look in the old man's eyes gradually surged, and his voice gradually became like a big bell, making Wuming's ears ringing and dazzled:

"As early as in the previous dynasty, after Dou Seng Kongfa was exhausted by Wang Qiuyi and returned to the temple to sit dead, the abbot of your King Kong Temple at the time blamed my Yan family for not being able to rescue them. Since then, the two families have lost contact with each other... This incident Old story, have you heard the elders in your temple tell it?"

"Never heard of it." Wuming shook his head.

"Have you never heard of it?" The old man smiled: "Then you came to Taizhou from Jiangbei on purpose, but what advice do you have?"

"In front of the elder, how dare the little monk be so arrogant..." Wuming smiled wryly, he instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain exactly what was wrong:

"The poor monk came to Taizhou just to travel extensively and increase his knowledge. If there is something inadvertently offended during this trip, it is best to look at Haihan. If the elders don't like it, the young monk can stay away from Taizhou tomorrow. Dare to obstruct the view."

"How can there be such a reason to drive people away, the little monk is too scheming." The old man let out a foul breath:

"You and my two families have lost friendship for many years. If you are willing to come to Taizhou to open an altar to teach the Fa, isn't this the meaning of reconnecting and repairing? It is too late for me to keep you, so why are you willing to drive you away?"

"The little monk is just a monk of the 'no' generation, and the elder thinks too highly of me." Wuming had an unnatural look on his face.

"You must not only come to Taizhou to increase your knowledge."

It has only been a few times since the old man got up to the present, but his flesh has filled up, and every inch of his skin has been awakened from sleep, as if there are thousands of blazing furnaces, bright and sacred:

"Your temple ordered you to find the traces of the living creatures in the upper realm, but what is the order?"

"There is no whereabouts. After searching for these years, the little monk even doubts whether the living creature really exists."

Hearing him ask about the experience, Wuming was not surprised in the bottom of his heart.Over the years, the deeds of the living creatures in the upper realm are no longer a secret in the world, but after years of searching for them, the enthusiasm for the living creatures in the upper realm has gradually shown signs of calming down:

"The elder called me because of Hegong's hexagrams?" Wuming raised his head and said calmly, "I also heard that there was a young monk in Hegong's hexagrams for divination of living creatures in the upper world. images."

"The old idiot's divination is just like that. Thousands of people appeared in that divination, and the next time, there were thousands of people."

The old man waved his hand indifferently: "Calling you here has nothing to do with this matter, not only you, but even that bastard Di'er and Yan Ling have appeared in the hexagram."

Could it be that they are all related to the living creature in the upper realm?This can be described as ridiculous. "

Wuming breathed a sigh of relief.

He appeared in the hexagram, although it was not a big deal, it was still a big trouble.

He knew that Jie Jingshan had sent people to watch him, and that the Yan family in Taizhou had no friendship with Jingangsi, if the old man in front of him used this reason to make trouble, he would be helpless.

"I called you here, not because of the living creatures in the upper realm, but because of another matter..."

When Wuming was in a trance, the old man's voice suddenly came faintly. He raised his head, only to see a mocking old face:

"Monk, what audacity, how dare you come to Taizhou to steal scriptures?"

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The heart suddenly sank.

The hands under the ignorant monk's robe couldn't help trembling, and the blood was cooling down inch by inch. He was in a state of confusion, and he wanted to open his mouth to argue in a panic, but was interrupted by the old man raising his hand.

"Are you two masters and apprentices really mad at each other, and treat the people of the world as nothing? You intended to steal the scriptures, but after you found out that there was a discrepancy, you simply pushed the boat along and gave a Dharma lecture, thinking it was a prevarication.

Little monk, can you really hide these things from my eyes? "

The old man smiled half-smile, and then said something that Wuming never thought of:

"But the scriptures, it's not that I can't give you."

"Give it to me..." Wuming's mind went blank, he raised his head in a daze, his ten fingertips still couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Do one thing for me. If you succeed, you can choose one of the five small scriptures, whether it is "Sage's Zangxiang" or "Dragon and Tiger Sutra."

"...I don't know what's going on?"

"Find out the stone monk for me, and find out where his mouse hole is." The old man smiled mellowly:

"Monk Shitou is a rebellious monk in your Vajra Temple. If you really kill him, your abbot will definitely reward you. Think about it, this is a rare and mutually beneficial matter."

"..."

The field suddenly fell silent.

During the long silence, the old man always had a sly smile on his face. He looked at the silent ignorance and didn't urge him, as if in his heart, he was sure that he would not refuse.

And finally.

In the long silence, Wuming nodded awkwardly.

"Okay." He reluctantly agreed.

"The stone monk has a big grievance with me, so why don't you ask why I have to ask you to be the bait?" The old man was a little curious.

"After all, he was an elder in the temple before rebelling against the sect. I have heard of some deeds."

Wuming was silent for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile:

"Because Stone Monk loves to slander Buddha!"

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After all the lanterns were extinguished, the vast Qingliang Palace also quietly fell silent.

The shadows of trees and people were vague, and the rain hit the quiet street in the middle of the night, splashing little by little. Xie Fanjing stood under the shade of a tall tree, leaning against the old stone wall.

She silently looked at the far corner of the street, on the shallow layer of water floating on the side street, there was a sound like a wind chime.

"Where did you go? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I haven't found you!" Xiao Qiu stepped on the carriage frame, poking out half of her head, her beautiful eyes were angry.

Wuming, who just walked out of the Qingliang Palace after finishing the conversation with the old man, was stunned. He was a little at a loss when he was suddenly stopped. After seeing the girl in the carriage clearly, he smiled softly again.

"Like a big fool, you can only laugh and laugh." Xiao Qiu curled her lips, and quickly retracted her head into the carriage, only the voice came quickly:

"Tomorrow, you must remember to wait for me there, don't forget!"

The carriage also quickly disappeared at the corner of the street, and the wheels ran over the shallow purple flowers floating on the shallow water.

Wuming took a deep breath, looked in the direction where the carriage disappeared, and remained silent without speaking.

He walked slowly along the corner of the wall, and the wind and rain came suddenly like mad, and the bean-sized raindrops hit his white clothes, and also hit the silent face that had already been covered with rain.

In the other direction, Xie Fanjing also lowered her head. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, but also remained silent.

One south, one north...

Even if there were faint lights, they quickly became faint in the torrential rainy night.In the frantic wind and rain, the two walked in different directions, did not speak, and did not look back at each other.

Everything is sleeping under the rain.

The world is lonely and silent.

(End of this chapter)