The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 65, Hanshan Temple Monk

Liu Dongwei's family took this scroll and went down the mountain in a daze, completely dazed.But then he didn't think about it so much. There are only so many opportunities for the company to come back. If it is something valuable, then the company can survive and tide over the difficulties.

In fact, there are still other ways for companies to overcome difficulties, such as transformation and embrace of new technologies.

But for a company that has been in operation for nearly [-] years, it is too difficult to transform and embrace new technologies. It is far from as easy as filling a hole with a sum of money.
With all kinds of thoughts, Liu Dongwei and the others left the Taoist mountain.

Li Wei looked at their backs. The 'Fortune' on their bodies all showed traces of being scrambled for luck by that treasure, only the old man did not. Absorb and gradually decrease.

"What kind of treasure can absorb people's fortune and luck, and make those who have no blessings suffer from bad luck."

Li Wei rubbed his chin, a little curious about what this treasure that can swallow and absorb merit is.

Baihe, 48 years old, male, is from Guoan.

At this time, he was heading to a place called Hanshan Temple, followed by a local police guide, Wang Haiqiang.

"The eminent monk of Hanshan Temple, Master Kongwen, is a rare practitioner who has solved many major and important cases of supernatural events." Baihe said while reading the materials of Master Kongwen: "It's just that I don't know about it recently. For some reason, I went crazy."

"You still have to pay attention to these things about practitioners? Didn't you say that you can develop laissez-faire?"

Wang Haiqiang was a little taken aback.

"Generally speaking, we don't need to worry about it, let it develop naturally, and they generally won't affect the social order."

Bai He narrowed his eyes and said: "But it's different now. There is something that can drive a Youdao practitioner to go crazy, but it's not an ordinary thing. We have to find out the situation."

After finishing speaking, Bai He and Wang Haiqiang came outside the Hanshan Temple.

It's not the first time for Wang Haiqiang to visit this temple, but his impression is really not deep. After all, this temple is really luxurious.
"Many local rich people have membership cards here. I heard that only those who hold the membership cards can get the blessings of the temple."

"Tsk tsk, the Buddha's heart is outside, but people's hearts are inside. This temple is really luxurious."

Looking at this luxurious temple, Bai He just wanted to say that this monk really knows how to make money.

But at this time, this luxurious temple has a sense of desolation, an indescribable loneliness.

There are no novice monks guarding the gate, only a piece of withered vines and old trees, dim yellow crows.

Unlike the resplendent temples, the interior of this temple is already in a mess, with traces of being rummaged in many places, and it has not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time.

Just at this time, a monk was coming out of the temple with big and small bags, and there was a large and small golden Buddha and a necklace of beads in his backpack.

This fat face, protruding ears, and a dignified monk looks a little ridiculous now, and he looks really embarrassed when he runs away.

After seeing Wang Haiqiang in the police uniform, the big and small bags that the monk was carrying fell to the ground in shock.

"me."

"Huh?" Wang Haiqiang squinted at the monk with evasive eyes: "What are you? Where do you want to go with these things?"

"Mr. Police Officer, I just took back what belongs to me, and I definitely didn't take any extra cents."

Wang Haiqiang's professionalism of the police was directly on the body, and he said lightly.

"If you don't take a penny, then the things in your bag are worth a lot?"

"I, I. Abbot Kongwen has suppressed our wages for several months, and I haven't paid back my mortgage yet! I can't take something to repay the debt!" The monk couldn't help but said: "Forget it, I'm afraid of you, don't Just don’t, it’s really unlucky, what kind of monk came to this poor place.”

Speaking of which, the monk put down the Buddhist beads and wooden fish, and ran away in a hurry.

Wang Haiqiang didn't chase after him either, but just said.

"This monastery for practitioners is full of smoke and fire, and it can even be punished for arrears of wages."

"A person who cultivates the Tao should have a calm personality. Most of the practitioners belong to the sect of the world. Most of the disciples are enthusiastic about worldly affairs and pay great attention to the situation. There is not much tranquility in speech and behavior, but a lot of The desires of ordinary people in the world." Bai He said lightly: "Cultivators are also human beings."

This made Wang Haiqiang less awed by the unknown for ordinary "practice people".

Of course, deep down in his heart, he still feels that the one who looks like the one in Taixuan is the real 'practice'.

Chongxu and calm, detached from the world, but also in the world.

And the superb means, frankly speaking, when Bai He showed him the means of a practitioner, he was not surprised at all, on the contrary, he felt a little 'that's it'.

If that's the case, isn't the immortal Taoist in Taixuan even more mysterious?
Just as the two were thinking about each other, they had already reached the front of the temple. Although it was already a mess, there were still monks stationed inside.

Among them is a sweeping monk, who is confining the messy temple alone. Judging by the gray robes on his body, he is not a very senior monk.

It is admirable to work so hard after being owed wages, Wang Haiqiang said.
"This temple is about to collapse, why don't you run away?" Wang Haiqiang looked at the monk in gray and asked curiously.

"Amitabha, the temple is in my heart. If this temple is down, if the temple in my heart is not down, the poor monk will be there." The gray-clothed floor-sweeping monk smiled slightly, said the Buddha's name, and went to clean up.

In this busy and desolate feeling, only his whole body is like a paradise.

"Amitabha, I have seen Baihe's benefactor." On the other side at this time, a monk put his palms together and said respectfully. He is a high-ranking member of the temple and knew that Baihe was coming.

And Baihe also maintained basic respect for the monks, and said after saluting: "Master Fa Neng, this Master Kongwen"

"Just follow me and take a look."

Monk Faneng sighed, but there was still a trace of fear and dread on his face.

Bai He didn't think too much, and followed Monk Faneng into the Zen room.

Before entering, Bai He turned around and nodded to Wang Haiqiang.

Wang Haiqiang was puzzled.

"Me too?"

"Ah."

"Didn't you say that it's better for me to live on this side of the mirror and not get contaminated?"

"I changed my mind."

Bai He smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Then, would you like to take a look?"

"Hey."

Wang Haiqiang didn't think too much about it, so he followed. It was his initiative to step into the other side of the world.
After entering the meditation room, there is no sunlight coming in, and there is a gloomy smell of blood. It is not like a monk's meditation room, but like a torture room.
"Immortals. Immortals, I see immortals"

Master Kongwen was sitting on the futon in sloppy clothes, with a smile on his face, and he was chanting words. What made people creepy was that his eyes and ears were still bleeding
Master Fa Neng outside the door came in with a complicated expression on his face.

"Abbot Kongwen. After he came back, he... self-mutilated."

(End of this chapter)