Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 223 Two extreme monks

In the autumn, Chen Yuan arrived at Xiaoqinghe, which was mentioned by the two tables of guests in the tea shop. Originally, he didn't need to go this way, but he heard that there was an eminent monk from Wanfo Temple. It would be nice if he could get acquainted with him.

With Zhenhai monk as the base, the eminent monks of Wanfo Temple will not be too bad, right?

Soon after entering the town of Xiaoqinghe, on both sides of the long street rammed with hard soil, vendors yell at passers-by, and hawkers carrying loads walk through the streets; through the open windows, there are urchins throwing sundries to the street below. Passers-by cursed.

Chen Yuan got out of the car and walked in the bustling market with her master who was looking around. She felt extremely comfortable. Before she could pass the street, she saw many people surrounding her from afar.

In front of a house, a figure in a gray and black Taoist robe set up an altar, manipulating a few talismans, strung together with a mahogany sword, stepping on gang steps, gesticulating and scribbling in front of the main gate of the house.

Diagonally opposite, there was a monk sitting cross-legged, with a vertical seal and worshiping the Buddha, unmoved by the sweltering temperature and the coming autumn day.

As Chen Yuan approached, there happened to be a few townspeople chattering nearby, "Is this the eminent monk invited by Wanfo Temple?"

"That's right, I've been sitting here for almost an hour since I came here."

"I thought that the eminent monk would come here, not to say three punches to beat people away, but even to move his mouth, but when he got here, he just said: donator, don't do anything rashly, so I just sit here and sit still."

"Haha, I'm afraid you want to send that Taoist priest away?"

Chen Yuan's mind probably organized the ins and outs of the chattering market words. It seemed that the meditating monk was trying to persuade the Taoist priest in this way.

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to appreciate it, and still manipulates his own rituals.

I don't know if the monk was sitting there, making it difficult for the Taoist priest to concentrate. The rituals he performed several times failed.

"Monk, Pindao is here to help the master's house here. Why are you blocking it here? Believe it or not, Pindao will really start to break your elm head!"

On the ground, the monk was estimated to be close to thirty, with a straight face, closed his eyes and folded his palms to recite sutras, and did not listen to the Taoist's words at all.The anxious Taoist watched him walking back and forth, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his hand.

"Wait!"

Seeing that the monk was about to be beaten, Chen Yuan summoned up her mana and brought out the sound, which made the Taoist priest stop immediately. People in the surrounding towns followed the direction of the sound and looked over. Looking at the master, the more people came out, bowing to the Taoist priest who was still raising his hand.

"Let's make it difficult for monks. This master is just meditating here, and he didn't hurt you. Why did you beat him? Or, this Taoist priest has a low level of cultivation and can't tolerate others."

The surrounding townspeople who reacted followed and nodded: "That's right, the eminent monk is meditating here, is it hindering this Taoist priest?"

"No, almost every family in our town believes in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. Where do you come from, a wild Taoist priest, and you dare to beat people!"

"Hey, although everyone believes in it, I think this Taoist leader is good. Didn't the Li family invite the other party's town house?! This monk sits here as soon as he comes, isn't he just here to disrupt the situation?"

The surrounding people gradually started to quarrel because of the two of them. In the noise, the Taoist priest was also looking at Chen Yuan. Seeing that the other party was dressed in ordinary clothes and had a southern accent, he thought it was a vendor who came to sell goods. Feeling uncomfortable, he bowed his hands to the master over there.

"Master Li Fu, today Pindao has applied the first method, come back tomorrow."

"There is a Taoist priest!"

The Li family thanked each other one after another, and the Taoist also returned the gift politely. After glancing at the monk on the ground and Chen Yuan, he snorted and left with the mahogany sword on his back.

Here, the two groups of people who provoked the anger saw the Taoist priest walking away, and had no intention of continuing to talk, and dispersed in twos and threes.The gate of Li's house was also shut with a bang, and only Chen Yuan and the monk were left on half the street.

"Master, they are all gone."

The monk meditating slowly opened his eyes and said: "My Buddha is merciful!" Just then he got up and bowed vertically to Chen Yuan.

"The poor monk is grateful to this benefactor for speaking for me."

"I admire Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple quite a lot, and I also know a monk from your temple, so I offered to help." Chen Yuan's words were naturally correct, and there was no need to cover them up. The monk over there had a smile on his face when he heard these words : "I don't know which eminent monk the benefactor knows?"

Chen Yuan followed suit with a smile: "Eminent monk...maybe so, his dharma name is Zhenhai."

As soon as the words fell, especially when he heard the word 'Zhenhai' at the end, the monk froze for a moment, and then smiled even wider.

"It seems that the benefactor and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple really have a fate, and that Zhenhai is the poor monk's younger brother."

"The name of the master is..."

"The Poor Monk's Dharma Name: Zhen Kong!"

Zhenhai, Zhenkong?I just don't know if there are Zhenlu.Chen Yuan cupped her hands to salute, and then spread out, "The sky is going to be dark, the master may not be able to return to the temple at this time, and the Taoist priest will come back tomorrow, why not go to the front inn for dinner together."

Knowing that the Zhenkong monk in front of her was a good friend's brother, Chen Yuan immediately became enthusiastic, and called Sun Zhengde over there to drive the ox cart over, and walked together to the inn called 'Yunlai'.

"Brother, here is a table of light vegetarian dishes."

"Okay, the guest officers should sit down first, and the little ones will go to prepare." The shop guy wiped the tables and stools, invited the few people who came in to sit down, and then went to the back hall.

Here, the four of them were seated, and Chen Yuan asked curiously why the monk Zhenkong wanted to meditate with the Taoist priest, and what Chen Yuan felt from him was only a little mana, not even Qi training. The father and son of the Qin family are very similar, they belong to half of one foot stepping into the door of cultivating the Tao, and the other foot is still in the world of mortals.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Zhenkong said the Buddha's name vertically, and then he said with a smile: "That man is just a swindler, and the poor monk watched him, but he used the method of town house and secretly deployed the technique of moving, presumably to loot the house. property."

Chen Yuan frowned: "Master, why didn't you expose him directly?"

"It doesn't matter if you expose him, it's nothing more than violently hurting people, implicating innocent people, and then fleeing to other places, or fighting to the death, and dying at the hands of the poor monk." The monk shook his head, "Instead of that, it's better to let him understand the Buddha's teachings. strength, retreat in the face of difficulties, and say that you will never do such evil deeds in the future. If you are afraid in your heart, you can save it."

This……

Chen Yuan couldn't think of any words to describe this monk. Compared with Zhenhai, there was a huge difference between his brothers and sisters. One dared to kill to become a Buddha, and the other relied on Buddhism to influence evildoers.

"Grandmaster and your junior brother can be described as one on the left and one on the right."

Hearing Chen Yuan's point, the monk smiled and said nothing. After the vegetarian dishes were served, the monk made a gesture of invitation, picked up the chopsticks politely, and began to chew slowly.

The sky gradually darkened.

In the field outside the town, there are two lamps burning. There is a tribute table placed, two candles flickering flames, a Taoist priest in a gray and black Taoist robe, one hand formula, one hand peach wood sword, and Mimi is chanting mantras loudly. In the next second, the talisman and the tip of the sword fell to the talisman paper placed on the table and the two paper figurines on it.

"go with!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the paper figurine on the table suddenly stood up, jumped off the tribute table and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

"Hmph, spoil my good deeds, and tell you to get out of this town tonight!"

The wind was blowing the treetops, and in the direction of the distance, in the brightly lit inn, the crazy old man dragged a wooden crab up the stairs with a rope. Sun Zhengde sat at the door yawning, looking bored The lay monks were still chatting.

"Is there really so much talk?" He muttered.

At this time, the lanterns under the eaves outside the door suddenly flickered, and the banners hanging on the street whistled. The shopkeeper in the inn who was calculating the accounts quickly raised his hand to cover the candles next to him, and a gust of dark wind blew in. There are also two blue-faced fangs indistinctly.

Chen Yuan over there stopped talking, looked at the monk on the opposite side with a smile, pinched out a finger in his sleeve, and waved it casually, blowing away the wind that was blowing.

The blue-faced fangs mixed with the wind shattered and turned into a pool of shredded paper.

……

In the wilderness outside the town, the Taoist priest in front of the tribute table, with his eyes wide open, directly sprayed a mouthful of blood on the table.Looking at the tribute table in panic, it started to sway, and all the cultivation bases he had cultivated with great difficulty were gone.

"Where's my spell? Where's the ghost?"

As soon as the words were finished, the night wind pounced on his face, overturning him and the table, and an ethereal and majestic voice sounded in his ears.

"roll!"

It was the voice the Taoist priest had heard, the young man during the day.

His face turned pale immediately, he didn't want the mahogany sword in his hand, he turned around and ran into the distance.

(End of this chapter)