I can see the script of life

Chapter 27 Master Kuchan of Great Buddha Mountain

Xu Cheng sniffed the sandalwood scent that was close at hand, and could tell from it that the sandalwood was not ordinary. He glanced at the pilgrims around him in surprise. It seemed that these pilgrims were not ordinary people, and they had their own opinions when chatting.

"This master."

The little novice who was held by him looked him up and down, and quickly glanced at Wei Chengnian and the two from the corner of his eye.

"The donor is courteous."

"I would like to ask, is there an old man living in your temple?" Xu Cheng asked in a deep voice.

The little novice swept aside a pile of fallen leaves with the broom in his hand, thought for a while, and shook his head, "Mingde Temple is a pure place of Buddhism, and there are no pilgrims living there for a long time. As for the old man mentioned by the benefactor, I don't know."

No?

Xu Cheng thanked the monk, "Can we enter the temple for a look?"

"Please benefactor."

……

Mingde Temple is named after Mingde, which places the highest emphasis on the virtues of monks. Although the temple can be regarded as a school of martial arts, it pays more attention to the virtues of monks inside, so it also attracts countless wealthy families in the city to worship Buddha.

As the sun gradually rises in the east, more and more pilgrims go up the mountain.

The three of Xu Cheng were walking around the courtyard of Mingde Temple. In front of them was the famous pagoda of Mingde Temple, which had the most pilgrims.

The pagoda is tens of meters high, and there is a merit pool in front of the pagoda. In the pool, there are bluestone carved dragon turtles. The water in the pool is crystal clear, and there are many merit money left by pilgrims at the bottom.

Xu Cheng looked around, but there was no one who could be called an old man, so he was a little speechless.

Could it be that the old man will not appear in Mingde Temple until three days later?
Are you here early?
After searching for nothing, Xu Cheng decided to go to the back mountain to inquire. The case has not yet been revealed, and he still needs to investigate it urgently.

As for praying to Buddha... Xu Cheng didn't believe it.

Just as he was about to leave, a Buddha's horn came from the top of the pagoda.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Kuchan, please come into the pagoda for a prayer."

Xu Cheng looked up, and saw an old monk with a yellow face looking at him on the highest floor of the pagoda. His face was full of dimples, but he had a sense of Zen. Just one glance, Xu Cheng felt that he had practiced "Iron Legs" before. The trace of Zen acquired by "Gong Gong" is just around the corner.

It's a pity that I don't know if it's too far away or for other reasons, the script panel can't display its properties.

After the old monk spoke, a burly monk with extremely strong energy and blood came out of the pagoda, and made a Buddhist ceremony to Xu Cheng, "Benefactor, Master Kuchan is here."

Xu Cheng stood still, he didn't want to go, the old monk could tell at a glance that his cultivation was extremely advanced, he had already started to practice "Extreme Eyes", and his eyes had changed a little, I don't know if he would see through him.

What's more, he really doesn't want to deal with these extremely high-level masters now.

The great monk frowned, and said again, "Benefactor, Master Kuchan is here to invite you."

"I've heard that Mingde Temple convinces people with virtue. I don't want to see people. Could it be that the great monk wants to take me there by force?" Xu Chengbin asked politely instead.

The great monk was at a loss for words for a while, and then said after a while, "The poor monk presides over the mortal nature for Mingde Temple. The benefactor knows that Master Kuchan is the head of the Damo Temple in the Great Buddha Mountain. I don't know how many people in the world want to see Master Kuchan. Profound, able to become a poor monk and apprentice."

【Name】: Jin Yueming (Dharma name Fanxing)
[Life level]: short-lived species

[Talent]: Martial Arts★★
[Destiny Script]: The protagonist of "Passing the Torch" (red)
[Playing script]: Supporting role in "Daxueshan Puja" (unopened)
[Current main line]: Master Kuchan went down the mountain to find a destined person, and stopped at Mingde Temple in Qingshan Prefecture. Guided by Master Kuchan's knowledge of Buddhism, Taoism, supernatural powers and fate, he explored the mystery of his life experience, but was dismissed by Master Kuchan...

Xu Cheng turned around and left without saying a word. Even if the powerful monk in front of him was just the attendant of that master Kuchan, he didn't dare to imagine the realm of that master Kuchan.

At this moment, the sisters of the Yu family and the guards led by them came down from the pagoda, and behind them was the emaciated Master Kuchan with a sallow complexion.

"Since the benefactor doesn't want to see me, it's better for the poor monk to come down and see the benefactor."

【Name】: Bitter Cicada
[Life Level]: Longevity species

【talent】:? ? ?

[Destiny Script]:? ? ?

【Play script】:? ? ?

[Current Main Line]:? ? ?

Xu Cheng's scalp was numb, he couldn't see anything, and in the column of Kuchan's life level, there were three words of longevity species, which almost made Xu Cheng unable to speak. What kind of terrifying cultivation is it to change the life level.

He clasped his fists and said to Master Kuchan, "Master is polite. It's not that the junior doesn't want to see the master, but that the junior is an official of the imperial court and is currently investigating an urgent case. I hope the master will be merciful."

Perhaps seeing Master Kuchan looking at Xu Cheng differently, the sisters of the Yu family also stopped and watched from a distance.

The gully on Master Kuchan's face moved, and he seemed to be smiling, but because he hadn't smiled for a long time, combined with the yellow face with ravines, he looked a little scary, "The donor has a destiny with the Buddha, I wonder if the poor monk can ask a question? "

Xu Cheng returned it with Buddhist rituals, "The younger generation is less talented and less learned, so I dare not make fun of it, but if the senior wants to ask, it's okay to say it."

"Everyone has a destiny, where is the destiny of a donor?"

The eyes of the sisters from the Yu family in the distance brightened when they heard this question. The younger sister Yu Hongyi couldn't help pinching her older sister Yu Baixia, and said in a low voice, "Sister..."

This question is surprisingly similar to the question raised by the two of them in the pagoda, Master Kuchan.

According to the understanding of ordinary people, birth origin is a person's origin and surname.

The answer of the two of them at the time was 'Taizhou Misty Sect. '

Immediately, Master Kuchan stretched out his left hand, and the cloud and mist in his palm changed, and a golden Buddha appeared faintly, "This is the fate of the two of you. If you understand it, it is fate, and if you don't understand it, it is fate."

Master Kuchan softly called out the Buddha's name, and the sisters of the Yu family knew that they had finished speaking, so they took people downstairs, but unexpectedly, Master Kuchan came to find a young policeman.

……

When Xu Cheng heard Kuchan's question, he just felt that he had heard this question somewhere, and it seemed that he had this question in his previous life.

However, Xu Cheng heard from Xu Xin when he was very young about this kind of dexterity of Buddhism. When you encounter a Buddhist bald donkey who asks you a question, don’t follow his words. If you can beat him, just slash him. East, you just ask him West.

Buddhism has always been hypocritical, and when you encounter you messing around, maybe you can still gain the upper hand.

Xu Cheng figured out the joints, then raised his head and said, "Everyone in the world has a life, where is your life?"

Master Kuchan frowned, only to see his eyeballs rolled, and suddenly a look of joy appeared on his face, and he stretched out his right hand, "My fate is in my Buddha's hands, why does my hand look like a Buddha's hand to the benefactor?"

"The poor monk's fate is in my Buddha's hands, so my hands are like Buddha's hands."

Xu Cheng laughed, this old monk is really interesting, both of them obviously answered irrelevant questions, but somehow they have a sense of Zen.

A sentence of fate is my Buddha, which can solve all tricks.

(End of this chapter)