This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 782
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A wooden stick fell out of the jar. Lu Hanjiang picked it up and looked at it, and there were two large characters written on it, which was fierce.

He raised his eyebrows, handed the wooden stick to the sweaty master monk, and asked, "Little master, how do you explain this?"

The little monk was sweating profusely, he thought to himself that this nobleman's luck is too bad, for the sake of incense, there are a hundred and ten chips here, and there is only one big evil, which can be shaken out by the other party.

If it was an ordinary customer, the young monk would at most say a few words of good or bad, and then sell some consecrated Buddhist treasures such as amulets, and everyone would be happy.

However, the person in front of him obviously cannot be dealt with conventionally. The little monk doesn't recognize Lu Hanjiang, but he recognizes the Xiuchun knife in the hands of the hundred officials outside!

"Amitabha."

At this moment, the abbot of the Garan Hall came out, and the old monk stepped forward to fold his hands together and bowed eleven times, and said kindly: "Please also show the lottery to the old monk."

Lu Hanjiang gave a "huh" and passed the stick over. After the old monk took it, the Bodhisattva with Compassionate Eyebrows instantly turned into a vajra with angry eyes.

With a click, the fierce stick turned into two pieces. While the young monk was stunned, the old monk casually threw the broken stick on the ground, then fetched the small bucket containing the stick, and after some groping, took out the broken stick. A handful of good luck.

"Amitabha," the old monk sent a handful of Daji to Lu Hanjiang, then smiled and said, "Benefactor, please choose one and take it away."

"This..." Lu Hanjiang raised his head and glanced at the golden Buddha statue. The Bodhisattva lowered his gaze without emotion, but asked him to stretch out his hand, feeling a little at a loss as to what to do.

Lu Hanjiang whispered: "Master, in front of the Bodhisattva, is this not good?"

"The benefactor is too worried," the old monk resolutely said, "My Buddha is merciful. If you want to seek the Buddha, you must only ask for the heart. The heart is the Buddha. The benefactor should not be attached to the appearance. The heart is the Buddha, the heart is the Buddha, and the heart is not separated from the Buddha. The Buddha does not give up."

"Master's Dharma is really profound."

Lu Hanjiang sighed, and then asked: "One is not enough, can I take them all?"

The old monk smiled kindly: "Naturally."

Afterwards, the old monk packed all the good luck to Lu Hanjiang, and then respectfully sent him away from the temple. When he returned to the Garan Hall, he saw the disciple packing up the broken sticks on the ground in despair.

Seeing the old monk come back, the young monk immediately knelt down and cried, "Master, I have a demonic obstacle in my heart, please master to relieve me."

"Fool," the old monk shook his head and said, "Cultivating the Buddha is cultivating the mind. If you don't have a calm mind, how can you become a Buddha? You worship gods and Buddhas in this temple every day. Don't you know that worshiping the Buddha is worshiping me."

The little monk trembled all over, and after a while, he suddenly realized: "Master, I understand that I can only worship me if I have a Buddha in my heart. I was deceived by the appearance, and today I finally see the sun."

The old monk looked down at the young monk, but shook his head again: "Wrong, wrong."

He sighed and walked towards the back hall, the little monk hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Master, what is wrong with this disciple?"

The old monk stopped, glanced at the golden Buddha statue covered in tribute, and said disappointedly: "You don't have a Buddha in your heart, and it's useless to worship. As a teacher, asking you to worship Buddha and me is to ask you to worship as a teacher, not to worship me." The body of clay sculpture in this temple."

The little monk said dumbly: "Master, why do you have a Buddha in your heart, but my disciple doesn't?"

The old monk stretched out his hand and knocked on the head of the young monk, and said indifferently: "Because you take care of three meals a day for the teacher, you don't worship me, but serve as a slave to these stones, are you blind? .”

The little monk was stunned on the spot, and his heart of Buddha was broken immediately. At this time, he looked up at the Buddha statues in the temple, and felt that the corners of the slightly raised mouths of the bodhisattvas and Buddhas shining golden light were mocking him.

After leaving the Jialan Hall, Lu Hanjiang generously gave the lottery of great auspiciousness to Yongle and Shangluo, and the two girls took it away happily. He then asked Cui Yixiao if they wanted it, but unfortunately they all refused.

Others may not believe it, but in fact Cui Yixiao also believes in Buddhism, even though he has also worked as a torture officer in the imperial prison and has countless lives under his hands, this does not prevent him from believing in Buddhism.

This is also the reason why he declined the lottery. After all, he can't be like Lu Hanjiang, who treats ghosts and gods as nothing. However, although Cui Yixiao believes in Buddhism, he doesn't have a good impression of Shaolin Buddhism.

Cui Yixiao didn't bother about the lottery. He came to Lu Hanjiang and said to him: "My lord, I received the news that after Huangfu Lingyun escaped from the Buddhist pagoda in South Shaolin, he lost all traces in this area. I guess, He should be hiding here."

At this time, everyone had left Miaojiang and returned to the Central Plains. They were accompanied by the saint Caiwei. On the surface, they wanted to find out the real culprit who destroyed the Lingyue clan, but what was Lu Hanjiang really thinking about? But still no one knows.

They first went east to the border of Southern Shaolin. The disappearance of Huangfu Lingyun made Jin Yiwei quite concerned. After all, besides the crown princess, this is the only member of Huangfu's family who is still alive. They can't be careless whether they are public or private. .

"Have you found it yet?" Lu Hanjiang asked casually, playing with the stick in his hand.

"Humble and incompetent." All Jin Yiwei lowered their heads instantly.

"Forget it, let's continue to investigate, by the way, did Nan Shaolin respond to this matter?" Lu Hanjiang asked again.

Cui Yixiao quickly replied: "After Huangfu Lingyun escaped, Nan Shaolin didn't send any men to hunt him down. It seems...it seems that he didn't take this person seriously."

"Could it be that you really want to take this opportunity to throw away this hot potato?" Lu Hanjiang thought maliciously.

Thinking to no avail, he looked at Caiwei who was silent at the side, and suddenly asked, "What do you think, Miss Caiwei?"

Caiwei's spirit was in a trance visible to the naked eye, and after a moment of laxity, her eyes finally regained clarity: "What did Mr. Lu say?"

Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "No, just tell the girl that the itinerary has been arranged for tomorrow. I will go to Shaolin Temple to ask the abbot Lingkong first. Buddhism and Taoism have been fighting for many years. He may have some feelings for the mysterious Taoist." learn."

Caiwei nodded: "Please trouble Mr. Lu."

"Girl, don't forget, you still have to call me Young Master Yue when you are in the Shaolin Temple," Lu Hanjiang pointedly said, raising the Tianji Sword in his hand.

"Caiwei understands." Caiwei nodded slightly.

Lu Hanjiang looked back at the two girls who were fighting with sticks, sighed in his heart, then turned to Caiwei, and said with concern: "The girl seems to be in a bad mood recently, why don't you rest here for a few more days? I also know that the girl Worried about the blood debt of the clansmen, but you must cherish your body more."

Caiwei smiled warmly: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your concern. Caiwei is fine. I'm afraid it's just because I'm not feeling well in the water and soil of the Central Plains. I've been lethargic recently. It's okay."

"I heard that Abbot Lingkong is also good at medicine, let him see it then." Lu Hanjiang finalized the matter without any explanation, Caiwei was slightly taken aback by this overbearing concern, and then accepted it with a smile.

She looked at Lu Hanjiang's back in a daze, but the other party suddenly turned around, Caiwei was a little frightened, and she hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

I saw Lu Hanjiang's eyes fell on his forehead, and said for no reason: "The imprint on Miss Caiwei's forehead"

Caiwei touched the eight-winged mark on her forehead, and said strangely: "Why, what's wrong?"

"No, I just thought it looked pretty." After Lu Hanjiang finished speaking, he smiled and turned away first.

Caiwei caressed the mark on her forehead, suddenly shook her head in embarrassment, and then hurriedly followed.

(End of this chapter)