The sword rises

Chapter 938

Chapter 930 Eighth Empty Little Monk

In Dashi Zhongzhou, Gu Hengsheng and Tianci tossed and turned, and finally found a quaint small town.

The town is quiet, seemingly isolated from the world, without disputes and killings, and life is very comfortable.

Because the town is relatively simple, the cultivation of warriors here is generally low, and there are no forces stationed here.

However, there is an ancient temple on a deep mountain in the town.

The ancient temple is simple and simple, with only a few dozen monks living there.

Although this temple is ordinary and simple, it is well-known far and near, and monks often come to visit it from far away.Just because the presiding officer in this temple is an eminent monk who is truly proficient in Buddhism.

In the small town, Gu Hengsheng and Tianci walked unhurriedly.

Through inquiring, Gu Hengsheng learned that this place is located west of Zhongzhou.If you want to go to Fusheng Mountain, you have to go all the way east.

In just a short while, Gu Hengsheng heard people talking about the eminent monk in the ancient temple in the town and a young monk in the temple from time to time.

"The young monks at the age of 17 have comprehended the six ways of Buddhism and are proficient in Buddhist principles. If it is not exaggerated, this talent is enough to be called a monster."

"In a remote and backward town, is there really such a Buddhist arrogance?"

Gu Hengsheng was slightly curious and looked around.

What made Gu Hengsheng feel strange was that he heard that although the young monk in the ancient temple was proficient in the six ways of Buddhism, he did not shy away from wine and meat, and even often went down the mountain to the town to buy wine and eat meat.

After learning about this, dozens of monks in the ancient temple did not stop or blame them.Because, the old abbot said that the young monks of the ancient temples were allowed to practice by themselves, and he was very tolerant of the young monks of the ancient temples.

Someone once asked the old abbot: "Why do you only preach to the young monk, but you still refuse to accept the young monk as a disciple? Could it be that the talent of the young monk can't catch the old abbot's eyes?"

The old abbot replied inscrutablely: "The poor monk's Buddhist principles are still shallow, and he is not qualified to be a Wukong master."

Wukong is the Buddhist name of the little monk in the ancient temple.

17 years ago, the little monk was just an infant, drifting on a small stream at the foot of the mountain, and was brought back by the old abbot, named Wukong.

Wukong's background is unknown, and the people around him only know that he is a monster of Buddhism, and any obscure Buddhist truths will become extremely simple in his eyes.

On this day, the little monk Wukong came down to the town again, wearing a coarse cassock.

Thinking about it, the little monk was greedy for wine and meat again, so he swaggered down the mountain without any hesitation.

The residents of the town all knew the little monk Wukong, and they greeted him very politely.

With a faint smile on the corner of the little monk's mouth, he clasped his hands together and returned the salute one by one.

The only tavern in the town welcomed the young monk Wukong.

At the same time, Gu Hengsheng and Tianci were sitting in the tavern to recuperate.

"Benefactor, take two taels of wine and two taels of meat."

The little monk Wukong has a coquettish appearance, and the worldly words can't describe his appearance at all.In short, elegant is not enough to describe its temperament, and handsome cannot describe its eyebrows and eyes.

"Master Wukong is here, I'm going to prepare wine and meat for you, please wait a moment."

The owner of the tavern was very familiar with the little monk Wukong, so he immediately took the time to prepare the necessary wine and meat for the little monk himself.

"Thank you sir."

Monk Wukong smiled and nodded, standing at the door without entering, waiting quietly.

At this moment, Gu Hengsheng, who was sitting in a corner of the tavern, was stunned.

Gu Hengsheng looked at the little monk Wukong with waves in his eyes.In his heart, there was a feeling of deja vu, closeness and familiarity.

"Monk, can Buddhist disciples drink alcohol and eat meat?"

Gu Hengsheng walked slowly to the door of the tavern, looked at this alluring and handsome Wukong little monk, and asked softly.

"Wine and meat are gut-piercing poisons. This little monk just hopes that after sitting down, he will fall into hell, to dissolve those countless wronged souls, and save the common people in the world."

The little monk replied with a dignified look, clasping his hands together.

"As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart stays in the heart. The little monk studied Buddhism since he was a child, how could he be blinded by the world's greed, hatred and ignorance? Everything is just to spread the true meaning of my Buddhism."

The little monk paused, and then said: "This benefactor, has the little monk seen you before? Why do you have a feeling of deja vu?"

Do you also have a feeling of deja vu?
Gu Hengsheng was shocked in his heart. Although his face was expressionless, there were ripples in his eyes.

"Perhaps, we knew each other in the previous life." Gu Hengsheng took a deep breath calmly, trembling his hands hidden under his sleeves, staring into the eyes of the little monk, he said hoarsely.

"Perhaps! There are some things that have already been decided in the dark."

The little monk Wukong thought about it seriously and nodded slowly.

is it you?Or is it just a familiar shadow?

Gu Hengsheng's throat rolled, and a fat monk appeared in his mind, with complicated and depressed mood.

"The little monk Buddha's name is Wukong, I don't know what to call the benefactor?"

The little monk Wukong asked.

"Gu... Changqing." Gu Hengsheng was stunned for a moment before replying.

At this time, the tavern owner prepared the wine and meat and handed it to the little monk Wukong.

"Benefactor Gu, meeting is fate, and I feel that we will meet again in the future."

The little monk Wukong held the wine and meat in his hand, and smiled lightly at Gu Hengsheng.

Gu Hengsheng remained silent, quietly looking into the little monk's eyes, as if he wanted to see through the little monk completely.

"Young monk, leave first." The little monk Wukong left a word, then turned and left.

The figure of the little monk gradually drifted away, and when he reached the end of the street, he was no longer seen.

At this time, Gu Hengsheng opened his lips and murmured: "We will meet again, we will definitely meet again."

Gu Hengsheng's heart was no longer so lonely and heavy. He saw a hope, an unbelievable but real hope.

One day, I don’t know if it’s you, the monk, or... many, many people, we will meet again.

This trip came to the small town, perhaps it was a destiny in the dark, which made Gu Hengsheng feel very happy and excited.

Gu Hengsheng seemed to see the scene of the elders of Shimen dying in battle in the depths of the starry sky again, and his heart was heavy.However, soon, Gu Hengsheng looked in the direction where the little monk Wukong left, and a smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth.

"God-given, it's time for us to set off."

Gu Hengsheng turned his head and glanced at Tianci, before striding forward.

"Well, Brother Gu." Tianci replied, and hurried over.

The two of them headed east all the way to the depths of Zhongzhou.There, there is a mountain called Fusheng Mountain.

At this time, there were rumors that shocked all directions and deterred all major forces.

Rumor: Sword Master Dugushang went to Wufang Mountain alone with one sword, and scolded Wufang Mountain for disrespecting martyrs and heroes.An old antique in Wufang Mountain made a bold move to suppress Dugu Shang, but unfortunately Dugu Shang fled away.

(End of this chapter)