The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 115

After the celebration banquet, the beggars in the city were released again, and the tenant farmers who owed rent did not have to be sent to death, and returned to their original state of selling their sons and daughters.

It seems that nothing has changed in Suzhou City, but it seems that everything has changed.

Although the Blood Sacrifice of the Black Mountain Old Demon was interrupted, many people still died at that hour. Thousands of innocent people were blown to pieces by the Thunder of Materiality, Dharma and Space, and many dignitaries died.

Although it has not yet reached the point where the whole city is empty, it is still quite depressing.

Thanks to the recent appearance of a coir raincoat alliance, the people inside wear coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and draw swords to help when encountering injustice.It is said that he was inspired by the holy monk Daoran to do good deeds to accumulate virtue and do good things for the people.

Daoran sat on the Lanyue Pavilion of the Sanzang Building, overlooking the excitement below.

Unlike the Sanzang Tower in Hangzhou City, the Sanzang Tower in Suzhou was not built along the lake, but in the downtown area.

However, the design of this Sanzang building is unique, and it can overlook the prosperity of several streets, which makes people feel aloof.

From a distance, there are so many pedestrians, it really feels like watching ants.

Perhaps this is the reason why the high-ranking officials in Suzhou City are used to treating human life as worthless. Since birth, they have observed the world from this perspective, how can they regard themselves as one of them?
Daoran withdrew his eyes from looking downstairs, turned to look at the woman sitting in front of him, and asked, "Master Xuanji, is this your true face, or is it a trick?"

This is a stunning beauty with exquisite features, if she is not still wearing the simple Taoist robe, it would be difficult for Dao Ran to recognize that she is the Xuan Ji Zi he saw that day.

No plastic surgery can make her so beautiful, Xuanjizi not only becomes more beautiful, but even her temperament has changed.

"Oh, does the holy monk Daoran, who is praised by everyone, care about the appearance of flesh and blood?" Xuanjizi asked.

"The little monk hasn't cultivated yet, so what's so strange about not being able to detect the hue?" Daoran asked back.

Xuanjizi smiled and praised: "It's amazing. Daoran's holy monk is not only peerless in appearance, but also in his ability to argue scriptures. Other monks only know how to refute others. It's really rare to retreat like you."

"Amitabha, the troubles of all living beings are like this old clothes. If you want people to take off their clothes, the strong north wind will only make people cling to the skirts. It is better to be like the sun. As long as it is warm enough, people will naturally take off the clothes. Take it off. Buddhist disciples want to save the world, not teach the world." Daoran replied.

Xuanjizi was silent for a moment, and said to Daoran: "Zen Master Fahai is really a good teacher. I think he treats you like the warm sun on weekdays, which is really enviable."

Daoran: ...

Where is the sun in Fahai, it is a solar storm.

However, Xuanjizi's expression looks quite real, and these words should come from the heart.There is nothing wrong with thinking about it, Taoist Shi Chan was killed by Gu insects.Xuanjizi is also a disciple of the national teacher, maybe he was also fed Gu worms.

Daoran suddenly understood why he had an inexplicable intimacy with Xuanjizi, because this Xuanjizi also exuded the aura of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors. This is the mutual attraction of people of the same way.

Shouting Amitabha to suppress this weird emotion, Daoran continued to ask: "Daoist Xuanji didn't come here today to listen to a few verses from the little monk. You might as well get straight to the point."

Xuanjizi also restrained his expression, and said to Daoran: "I came here today because you asked someone to pretend to be me and talk nonsense a few days ago."

Daoran smiled, it seems that the news spread quickly, Xuanjizi had already run away, but couldn't help but show up, it can be seen that the rumor has a great influence.

"Daoist Xuanji was also harmed by the Gu insects of Master Qiansu. It should be a good thing for you, little monk, to deal with the national teacher." Daoran said.

"Oh, you don't understand. I practice the way of cause and effect, and I am most afraid of entanglement in cause and effect. I will point out the maze for you, teach you the art of refining weapons, and lead you to that heavy rain, and then I will borrow that heavy rain to bring you The Gu worms in the body are expelled. At this point, the grievances and grievances between you and me are eliminated, and the fate between each other is over, and we can live in peace.

"But you found someone to pretend to be me again to deal with my master. Not only did I re-entangle cause and effect with you, but even my master couldn't escape this mess of threads. It's hard for me to get out of the matter now. Do you think you are harming me?" me?"

Xuanjizi's weeping expression was pretty, but a bit fake.

Therefore, after listening to this long speech, Dao Ran only replied with one word: "Oh."

Xuanji frowned, and said dissatisfiedly to Daoran: "What do you mean by that sound?"

Daoran thought for a while, and added: "Oh, the monk knows."

Xuanjizi waited for a long time, and found that Daoran really said he knew, and there was no other reaction at all.

Xuanjizi suddenly understood that the little monk in front of him was not good at anything, so he couldn't be dealt with just because he was young, so he could only choose to be honest.

"Everyone understands, so I won't beat around the bush. I practice the way of cause and effect, and the power of cause and effect will be magnified ten times and a hundred times on me. Now you and I are already entangled in cause and effect. If I leave it alone, I will definitely be in big trouble. Therefore, I want to ask you to help me practice." Xuanjizi said.

"Amitabha, I'm a monk, how can I help you practice?" Daoran asked.

Xuanjizi didn't hear the other meaning of Daoran's words, and continued to explain: "The practice of the way of cause and effect is actually very simple, as long as divination is enough. Every time the calculation is accurate, the cultivation base will naturally improve. But divination Instead of imagining, you must carefully observe the causal entangled thread of fate in order to infer an accurate future."

"Young monk doesn't know how to do divination." Daoran said.

"You don't need to know, as I said just now, only by seeing through the thread of fate can the future be accurately calculated. Therefore, the more clues, the more accurate the calculation. There are too few karma in mortals, and there are too few clues to provide. You are different. The cause and effect are too heavy."

"How much?" Dao Ran asked curiously.

"Let's put it this way, the thread of fate on a mortal's body is as thin as a spider's silk, and seven or eight threads are considered as many. And the thread of fate on your body... weighs about seven or eight catties."

Dao Ran: (_)
Is this description a bit too much?

When reading novels in my previous life, it was said that the fate of the traverser was impermanent, and it was not within the scope of divination. How could it be my turn to fall into karma?

"I have already confessed what should be confessed. I just need you to ask me for a divination every day. I don't know what the mage wants?" Xuanjizi asked.

"Yes." Dao Ran replied in seconds.

"Huh? You just agreed?" Xuanjizi was a little surprised. Just now, the little monk still looked like he didn't see a rabbit or a hawk. Why was he so talkative all of a sudden?
Daoran smiled and said: "Amitabha, isn't it normal to become a monk to make things convenient for others? Daoist Master, you are not going to do something harmful to nature, and you don't need to work hard, and you can help others with just a little effort. What reason do you want to refuse?"

The treasure is majestic, start!
Suddenly, the little monk in front of Xuanjizi was so sacred and tall, as if a real Buddha had come into the world, looking at him compassionately.

Recalling the news I have heard, this Master Daoran in front of me is worthy of the words of compassion and salvation for all sentient beings. From his previous performance, he can only be said to be a cautious person, but not a villain with a sweet heart and a sword in his belly.

This made Xuanjizi a little guilty. Her previous behavior was too villainous.

If there is an opportunity in the future, you must repay the other party well, otherwise the kindness will be repaid.

I didn't expect to get what I wanted so easily, Xuanjizi felt a little embarrassed, so he politely said to Daoran: "Thank you, Chengquan, then I will give you a divination today, what do you want to ask?"

"Let's talk about the weather. How's the weather in the afternoon? Is it raining?" Daoran asked.

Xuanjizi felt a little strange, why did this little monk ask about the weather every time, shouldn't normal people be more interested in their own fate?
But it doesn't matter, because it's all the same.

Xuanjizi took out the tortoise shell and the copper coins, and said to Daoran: "Last time, I was so accurate because of the deep karma between you and the heavy rain. This time it's not such a good thing. Maybe it can only be vaguely counted as rain or shine." , and not necessarily accurate."

The copper coins jingled in the tortoise shell, and then were poured out with a clatter.

Xuanjizi's face froze.

Dao Ran asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Xuanjizi smiled wryly and said: "There was thunder during Shen Shi, and it stopped for a moment, with a total of [-] rings."

(End of this chapter)