I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Inside the rice shop.

Ah Cha was stunned.

What is this operation?
"Teacher Acha."

Suddenly, Black Rose turned to look into the shop, beckoned to him and said, "Please come out and explain to the big guy."

Acha: "..."

Lord Buddha, what should the little monk do? ? ?
"Teacher Acha, why are you so dazed, come out quickly." Seeing him frozen in place, Black Rose beckoned again.

Acha stepped out bravely, clasped his hands together: "Buddha of Infinite Life."

"Farewell Buddha, tell me quickly, are you coaxing our children to become monks?" An uncle shouted loudly.

Everyone likes to take advantage of things, but this thing of the future is like the most vicious curse in the world, and no one wants it to happen to them.

It has to be said that Black Rose hit everyone's pain point with one sentence.

Ah Cha silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and explained: "All benefactors have learned from me, my Buddha never forces others to convert."

Black Rose sneered: "Just handing them Buddhist scriptures and instilling in them the greatness of Buddha, isn't this inducing conversion? A group of children with immature minds, how could they possibly withstand this kind of induction?"

Seeing the increasingly fierce eyes of these villagers, Ah Cha's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said loudly: "We are monks, and we have been studying scriptures since elementary school. We only know scriptures. How can we teach the children other things?"

"Isn't this the truth?" Black Rose clapped her hands and said, "You studied the scriptures since you were a child, you were instilled with the greatness of Buddhism and Buddha, and then you became a monk when you grew up. You are also a victim of this system. who!"

Acha: "..."

This……

It's outrageous!
Ah Chu looked at Sister Gui in shock, and murmured, "I'm crazy about killing, I'm crazy about killing!"

He's sure, let alone his master, even if Daoist Qin is here, it's hard to hit this kind of crit!
"Rose donor, I'm not a victim, I'm just an ordinary monk."

Acha took a deep breath silently, facing countless doubts and even scrutinizing gazes, put his hands together and bowed: "Maybe I shouldn't come today, sorry, I'll take my leave first."

"You can't go!" The uncle, who was worried about his own ruin, said sternly: "Here today, you must explain your words to us."

Ah Cha was helpless: "I can only say that you are thinking too much, we have no plans to open a hall here to accept disciples."

"Then how do you explain the test of Buddha's fate and focus on training?" Sister Gui questioned.

Acha's spirit was extremely tense, and in order to prevent too many words and mistakes, and even inadvertently expose the purpose of their trip, he had no choice but to blame: "The poor monk is just a little monk, and he has no ability to answer questions for the benefactors.

If you must have an answer, please go to Venerable Atisha, he is the leader of our group, he is the most powerful person with magical powers, supernatural powers and wisdom, and I think he can give you an answer. "

"Sister Gui, let's go and ask Atisha for an explanation. We all support you." The uncle who led the battle said loudly.

Playing around in front of her own shop, Black Rose didn't have much pressure to do it, but when she heard about the trouble of going to the ancestral hall to find a group of monks, she faltered on the spot and said: "Go by yourself, don't drag me, my Xiami is not at all today. If I didn't go to the ancestral hall, if I went to find them, I wouldn't be tough."...

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and then the uncle waved his arms and shouted: "Those who have children in the ancestral hall go with me, and I will take you to ask for an explanation."

"Uncle Geng is doing great."

"Everyone follow Uncle Geng, we must find out about this matter."

The two youths cheered loudly and encouraged others to walk towards the ancestral hall surrounded by Uncle Geng.

"I exposed this matter, am I not good?" Looking at the backs of them leaving in a hurry, Black Rose said indignantly.

"Sister Gui, of course you are doing well." Ah Chu gave her a thumbs up, and then ran after the crowd.

"Brat, why do I feel like you're plotting against me?"

Hei Meigui frowned, and resumed the game afterwards, suddenly felt that this matter might not be that simple, so she called out to the rice shop: "Xiami, I'm going out to do something, you stay at home and watch the shop carefully..."

In a blink of an eye.

Inside the ancestral hall, in front of the hall that was converted into a school, a monk stopped the crowd and saluted, "Blessing benefactors, the children are all in class, so it's inconvenient to go in and visit at this time."

"We want to go in and see what the children are learning. Is there a problem?" the uncle asked righteously.

"It will disturb the children, please cooperate?" The monk shook his head.

Uncle: "Why do you ask us to cooperate with you instead of you to cooperate with us and let us sit in on your lecture?"

"What's the noise?" At this moment, Atisha with a beard stepped over the threshold and asked the monk.

"My lord, these parents want to watch our teaching." The monk saluted.

Atisha quickly realized something was wrong, and looked up at Uncle Geng: "Benefactor, what exactly do you mean?"

Uncle Geng was silent for a moment, and said: "We just want to come over to see if you are training our children towards monks."

Atisha understood now, and immediately said: "Please don't worry, we will definitely not induce them to break off their ties and join Buddhism."

"Then what are you doing to test Buddha's fate?" Uncle Geng questioned: "If you just want to teach them knowledge, insight, and culture, they should be the same in essence, why divide them into three, six, and nine? Wait?"

Atisha fell silent, this matter was really not smooth, even saying a wrong sentence would break the already tense trust bridge between them.

"Okay."

Looking around at all the faces, Atisha sighed and said, "I didn't want to announce this matter in advance, but it's the end of the matter, it seems that I can't do it anymore.

Ladies and gentlemen, to be honest, we came to Gantian Town this time, in addition to preaching, we also shouldered a major task, that is to find the reincarnated soul boy of the previous abbot of the shrine, and invite him to return to the sect.

The current abbot of the shrine, Lord Basiba, calculated that the reincarnated soul boy of the previous palace lord is in Gantian Town, so we came here and conducted a test of Buddha's affinity on those children. "

"Reincarnated soul boy?"

"Buddha test?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard it.

Atisha glanced at them again, and said loudly: "The reincarnated soul boy will rule the shrine in the future and become the master of the monks.

If one of you is the parent of the reincarnated soul boy, you can go to Tubo with you. As the reincarnated parent of the soul boy, just like the Buddha mother in the Buddhist scriptures, the status in Tubo is comparable to that of a prince. "...

How about saying that this generation in Gantian Town is abolished? Hearing this, everyone's anger subsided, and they couldn't help but imagine the scene where their own child became a soul boy and the whole family followed to enjoy the blessing.

"Is this true?" Uncle Geng hesitated.

"really!"

Atisha nodded: "The master of the shrine will come over in a few days and select the soul boy from among the children of Buddha's fate."

Seeing his convincing appearance, Uncle Geng coughed dryly and said with a smile: "So that's it, this matter is so troublesome, I'm sorry to disturb your class."

Like everyone else, all he thinks about now is the matter of one person gaining the Tao and the whole family enjoying happiness, so why care about other things?

What's more, they all have their own little calculations in their hearts, don't they think it's just a few more days of study?
After the matter of the soul boy is settled, it will not be too late to take the child out of the ancestral hall, the bet is the chance of wealth!

less Yan.

Ah Chu ran into Fuxi Hall from the front of the ancestral hall, and stepped into the main hall with one stride: "Master, Mr. Qin, the truth has come to light..."

"Are they looking for the soul boy?" Qin Yao sat on a wooden chair and smiled slightly.

Ah Chu was dumbfounded, and asked nazily, "You were also there at that time?"

"Qin Daochang hasn't left Fuxitang today." Mao Xiaofang said.

A Chu: "..."

This can be calculated, isn't it a joke in his eyes?
"Qin Daoist, what should we do next? Soon, Ah Chu asked sincerely.

Qin Yao: "Wait, the real enemy has not yet appeared..."

at the same time.

Outside Gantian Town, on an unnamed green hill.

A long-faced monk with a yellow monk robe, flat hair and black hair shrank back an inch, and in an instant came to a yard surrounded by a wooden fence, and asked loudly, "Is anyone there?"

"who are you?"

A child with pigtails on his head, who looked about seven or eight years old, ran out with a small windmill made of paper in his hand.

"The poor monk Nyingma came from the Tubo Shrine. Passing by here, he smelled the aroma of the food coming from the courtyard. He felt very hungry and wanted to ask for a bowl of vegetarian food." Even in the face of a child, the old monk's attitude was still sincere, Seriously said.

"If Master doesn't mind, let's go into the house and eat something together." The woman in a floral jacket wiped her hands, came out of the kitchen, and said kindly.

Ningma shook her head and said, "No, no, just a bowl of rice, and I'll eat it outside."

"Son, come here and bring a bowl of rice to Master." The woman stood in front of the kitchen and waved to the child.

The child rushed into the kitchen, and after a while, he brought the bowls and chopsticks to the fence, tried to lift the bowls and chopsticks up, and delivered them to Ningma.

Ningma leaned over to take the bowl and chopsticks, quickly ate the rice in the bowl, then handed the bowl and chopsticks back to the child, reached out and touched his little head: "Thank you, child."

The child grinned at him, and ran towards the kitchen holding the bowl and chopsticks.

A few hours later, it was evening.

The young woman in the flower jacket led an honest-looking man into the Fuxi Hall, knelt down in the hall with tears on her face, kowtowed and said, "Master Mao and Daoist Qin please make decisions for us."

"Brother Qing, sister-in-law Qing, get up quickly."...

Mao Xiaofang took two steps forward, stretched out his hands to pull the two together, and asked, "What happened?"

The young woman in the flower jacket was full of grief, and said: "This afternoon, a monk named Ningma came to my house to beg for a bite of food. I asked my son to give him a bowl of rice. After he finished eating, he reached out and touched me. My son's head, it won't be long before my son will die...Master Mao, please seek justice for us."

Mao Xiaofang's heart throbbed, and he quickly asked, "Sister Qing, what does that monk look like?"

Young woman in flower jacket: "Yellow clothes, black hair, crew cut, old face, yellowed teeth, long face..."

Mao Xiaofang tried his best to recall the group of monks in the Buddhist school, but none of them matched up!
"Brother Qing, Sister Qing, you go back first, I will try my best to investigate this matter. By the way, don't touch the child's body for now." Later, Mao Xiaofang said softly.

After suffering so much, even though he still doesn't improve his good nature, he has learned to protect himself verbally.

"Yes, thank you, Master Mao..." The husband and wife had nothing to say, and left with gratitude.

"Qin Daochang, what do you think?"

Watching the figures of the two disappear outside the gate, Mao Xiaofang took a silent breath, turned around and asked.

Qin Yao took out the magic pearl, summoned the red and white evil spirits, and asked, "How is the cultivation of the evil spirits going?"

Miyake beheaded all the ghosts bred by the two "mother queens" last time. It hasn't been long now, and he doesn't know the progress of the two queen mothers.

"It will take at least seven days to conceive a new evil ghost." Hong Sha said.

"Seven days... No, I can't wait for such a long time."

Qin Yao ordered: "There are no evil ghosts running errands, and this job will be left to you two. Listen carefully, search the whole town for me, looking for an old monk with flat black hair and long face and yellow teeth. Don't get close, remember the location, and report back as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The two ghosts took the lead and left immediately.

That night.

The moon is sparse and the wind is cold.

Hungry, Ningma walked slowly past the doorway with the signboard of Gantian Town, and stepped into the quiet long street.

As he was walking, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw several figures walking towards him slowly with an awe-inspiring air.

Ningma paused and narrowed her eyes: "Everyone came for me?"

"We want to ask Master about one thing." Mao Xiaofang said.

"What's the matter?"

"Today, have you ever begged for alms from a family on the mountain?"

Nyingma: "It is true."

"You still touched that child's head?" Mao Xiaofang said again.

"Is there any problem?" Nyingma was puzzled.

"The child is dead."

"What?" Ningma suddenly widened her eyes.

"The child's parents said that the child only had physical contact with you today." Mao Xiaofang said again.

Ningma pursed her lips and asked, "Is the child's body still there?"

"It should still be there. I told his parents not to touch the body for the time being."

Nyingma: "I didn't do this thing, please follow me to have a look."

Mao Xiaofang looked up at Qin Yao and saw him nodding to him, so he agreed.

Shortly after.

Everyone gathered in the small courtyard in the mountain, and was brought into a bedroom by Qing Ge and Sister Qing.

Facing the frightened and resentful eyes of the husband and wife, Ningma came to the child's bed, took off the clothes on the child, looked carefully, and found no damage, then put her hand on the child's head, closed her eyes, and silently induction.

"Tantric exercises!"

After a long time, he opened his eyes abruptly, and murmured, "This child died from a tantric practice, and even his soul was taken away."

Qin Yao remembered that in the original book, this master Nyingma was not the murderer.

But he wasn't sure whether there was any magical change in the story, so he said, "So far, Master, you are the most suspected. I wonder if you have any way to prove your innocence?"