Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 326. 325. White Monk

Winter mountain spring ding-dong.

The spring water becomes a waterfall and falls into the pool.

By the pool, a monk sat withered.

handsome.

It is in harmony with the heaven and the earth.

At this time, an old monk with eyebrows longer than his face also appeared by the pool.

The old monk was wearing a simple unlined garment and stood next to the young monk.

The young monk opened his eyes.

Get up and salute:

"Master."

But the old monk answered irrelevantly:
"It's time to go down the mountain."

Hearing this, the handsome young monk bowed:

"Master, there is something that I don't understand. What is this disciple looking for this time?"

The old monk still answered irrelevant questions:
"The person who makes your heart flutter is right and wrong, and it is also your fate. When you arrive, you will see him. When you see him, you will understand."

"The disciple doesn't understand."

The young monk shook his head directly.

But the old monk turned around and left:

"It's time to go down the mountain."

"..."

The monk was silent for a moment, then turned his head and walked down the mountain.

……

Zhemayu.

On the eve of the new year, the group of bandits occupying Longmen were also idle.

There are almost no people on the road these days, so tolls cannot be collected.But the commander-in-chief has ordered that the defense in the mountains must not be relaxed.

A group of unlucky people who draw lots to guard the mountain gate on the eve of the new year can only live by gambling.

And just when one of them was about to throw dice into the broken bowl, he subconsciously glanced into the distance.

Suddenly, the dice in his hand flicked.

Not far away, a monk in white came.

Seeing that the person suddenly stopped moving, the companion next to him urged:
"What are you doing? Hurry up and throw it away!... This one is definitely big! Grandma's! I don't believe it's so evil today!"

Urged by his companion, the bandit holding the dice came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head:

"Here comes!"

"Ok?"

The bandits around the table were also taken aback for a moment, but turned around the next moment holding the weapon next to them.

then……

A group of people were stunned.

The bandit who urged me just now also muttered:
"What a handsome monk..."

While speaking, the monk had already walked up to several people.

"Amitabha. The poor monk has seen all the benefactors."

The handsome monk was very polite. After clasping his hands together and prostrating eleven times, he asked:
"May I ask you benefactors, is Luoyang the direction?"

Upon hearing this, the professional ethics of several people began to show.

Temporarily suppressing their admiration at the appearance of this monk who was sold to a brothel with more prospects than becoming a monk, they put their hands on the scabbard knife and nodded:
"That's right, want to go to Luoyang? Just go straight behind me! However, since you are passing through here, according to the rules, of course you have to leave money to buy the way! Monk, do you have any money?"

While speaking, he looked at the monk's clothes.

White is true white.

The material is just coarse cloth.

Worthless.

"Amitabha."

The young monk sang the Buddha's name again and shook his head:

"Benefactors, the poor monk set out from the temple and came all the way for alms. His food and clothing are all supported by good faith, and he has no money."

"No money?"

Another person sneered:
"You want to go there without money? No way!"

After laughing, he said to his companion:
"This monk is dishonest! How can the temple have no money? Seeing that this monk is clean and white, with this skin, those rich and young ladies must go to him. Let's tie him up. Let his temple take money to redeem people!"

He wasn't afraid of the monk hearing it at all, and he didn't know if he was trying to scare people, or if the Chinese New Year was really idle.

After speaking, he said to the monk:
"Monk, where is your temple? I will tie you up and ask for money!"

And the young monk didn't seem to realize that these people were going to tie him up. When he heard someone asking him a question, he clasped his hands again and said in a respectful voice:
"Amitabha, all benefactors, the temple where the poor monk lives is called Bodhi Temple, and the name of his family teacher is Du'e. The poor monk just wants to know how to get to Luoyang, and he doesn't intend to disturb you. Please benefactors, please do me a favor."

"Dang..."

Accompanied by the monk's words, the knife in the hand of the thief who was asking just now lost his grip and fell directly on the table.

The expressions of the others also changed.

Looking at the monk in front of him is no longer a joking look at a down-and-out handsome guy, but a fear like looking at a tiger or leopard.

Bodhi Temple! ? ? ?
Ferry monk! ? ? ?
The world's number one Buddhist Pure Land, the world's sixth God of Ferrying Evil?
"You...you...you lied!"

Several thieves trembled.

But after hearing this, the monk shook his head:

"The monks don't tell lies. The poor monk is from Luoyang. He became a monk at a young age and has been practicing in a Buddhist monastery. His master's name is Du'er. He hasn't returned to his homeland for many years. The road is a bit unfamiliar, so I want to ask a few benefactors. Everything is the truth. Nothing false."

What he said seemed to be that those thieves were interrogating him.

But as everyone knows, the thieves are almost scared to pee.

Even one of them simply pulled out from his waist... a bamboo tube was pulled out and he pointed to the sky.

Twist the mechanism!

"Whoosh!!!"

A loud rocket flew into the air, and the sound resounded through the valley!
……

After a while.

"Master, in front of you, if you go around a mountain ridge, you will be Houma County. When you arrive in Houma County, go east all the way, and you will be able to reach Luoyang in about three days' journey."

Accompanied by Wu Duan'er himself, and escorted by a group of personal guards, he sent the young monk to the mountains of Zhemayu.

After hearing this, the monk put his hands together again and saluted:
"Thank you sir."

Wu Duan'er didn't even dare to say that he didn't dare, and as soon as he waved, a warrior in armor next to him handed over a package.

He held up his hands:
"Master, there are some rations in here. To Luoyang, the mountains are high and the road is far away. Master will use the money for these few days."

"Thank you for the kindness of the benefactor, but I don't need it."

The young monk shook his head, his eyes filled with compassion:
"The poor monk can go to Luoyang before nightfall, and it is not enough to spend money."

"..."

"..."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone including Wu Duan'er was stunned...

Here is Jiangzhou.

It's Kawazu.

It takes at least two or three days to go to Luoyang.

This monk... actually said that he could arrive before nightfall?

What are you kidding?
Even if you come from Bodhi Meditation, you can't be so outrageous, right?

Thinking of this, Wu Duaner hurriedly said:
"Master, didn't you hear me clearly? It's still three days away from Luoyang..."

"The poor monk's foot strength is not bad, please don't worry about it, Commander."

"..."

Seeing the resoluteness of the monk's words, Wu Duan'er didn't know what to say...

For an ordinary person like him, the matter of a cultivator is really incomprehensible.

Had to nod.

And the monk whose facial expressions were all compassionate and sympathetic Bodhisattva from the beginning to the end turned around and saluted at this moment:
"Amitabha, thank you benefactors for escorting all the way. The path of the poor monk, the benefactors also have goodness in their hearts. Occupying the mountain as a king will only create killing karma. I hope that all benefactors will come back as soon as possible and put down the butcher knife. Amitabha~"

Hearing the monk's words, everyone felt a sense of peace in their hearts.

Especially Wu Duan'er.

It's just... no matter how strong the meaning of peace is...

How can it be?

Gradually, a little bitterness appeared in his heart.

People in the arena involuntarily.

However, he still nodded:
"Thank you for your teaching, Master. May I ask what is the name of the Master? I will enshrine it at a fixed time in the future. May the Master become a Buddha as soon as possible."

Who would have thought that the young monk would be taken aback when he heard this...

Then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"You can't become a Buddha if you save yourself."

"……what?"

Wu Duan'er didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

But the young monk didn't say much anymore, just bowed and saluted:
"Amitabha, the poor monk's name is Xuanzang. Thank you for your guidance. In this life, let's not live here. Namo Amitabha."

After speaking, his body flashed.

Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and when they looked again, the monk had already reached another mountain ridge.

Fluttering in white.

never see again.

(End of this chapter)