Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 343: The monk is born, Xiao Se asks for divination

"Amitabha."

In the far west, an old monk woke up from his trance, and saw that he had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He clasped his hands in front of the Buddha statue and bowed respectfully three times.

"Fifty years ago, the Zen master calculated that the world would be in chaos when his mind wandered into the world. The common people wept with blood. Nine rooms out of ten were empty. His disciples had been sitting in meditation for thirty-seven years. Now I feel that I am going down the mountain."

The Buddha statue in front of the old monk was shaken. A large piece of gold paint fell off for no reason. The old monk sighed softly when he saw it.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

After saying that, the old monk stood up directly, said goodbye to the host, and went down the mountain.

The presiding abbot looked at the old monk's leaving figure with a trace of sigh in his eyes. According to the records in the courtyard, this old monk had been sitting in Bodhidharma Temple for thirty-seven years and had never left even half a step. He left today without even knowing it. Blessing or curse.

"Three Precepts, what is the name of this master?"

The abbot seemed to have remembered something, and turned to ask little Shani beside him.

"When I get back to the abbot, I don't have a name. On weekdays, everyone calls him the wall-facing monk."

The abbot was speechless. For a monk who had been sitting facing the Buddha statue for thirty-seven years, it was true that he was facing a wall.

A bird flew over the temple, and his sight gradually zoomed out. He saw the ancient temple, and could vaguely see three mottled and unseemly words on the plaque on the gate in front of the temple.

Before he passed away, he spent a lot of effort to deduce the future with his great supernatural power of destiny.

When the abbot heard this, he couldn't help but frowned. Of course, it wasn't that the name was famous, but that it was too common.

"This disciple doesn't know, but Bodhidharma Academy should have records, and I can check it."

"Where's the common name?"

The wandering spirit was born, and the people wept with blood. People's hearts are full of ghosts, and nine out of ten rooms are empty. Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water will not lead to a happy ending.

So he was very curious about who this person was and why he had been sitting in Bodhidharma Academy for thirty-seven years.

After burning the incense, the young monk ran back and said to the abbot: "Abbott, we found it. His name is Zhang Yihu."

The abbot recited the Buddha's name. Maybe Zhang Yihu was just an ordinary person back then, but after facing the wall for thirty-seven years, he has long been transformed. This time he was born, I am afraid the whole world will be shocked.

Zen Master Dabei is not only profound in Zen meditation, but also proficient in the Fate Path, one of the Six Paths of Buddhism. This is similar to Wangyou, but the difference is that Wangyou is proficient in the Other Mind Path.

The young monk named Sanjie was a little puzzled. Once he entered Buddhism, not all the past was forgotten. Why did the abbot ask about this?

The abbot waved his hand and asked the young monk to check.

"Hanshan Temple"

In the end, only one prophecy remained.

"Amitabha."

The abbot asked again. He had a feeling that if this old monk, who had been facing the wall for thirty-seven years, was born today, he would definitely bring huge changes to the world.

"Check it quickly."

There are Northern and Southern Zen sects in the Central Plains Wulin Buddhism. Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple was the leader of the Zen sect. Far opposite Hanshui Temple is Hanshan Temple.

At that time, there was also a monk named Dabei in this temple.

The disciples didn't know why at the time, and the Shenyou Xuanjing had long since disappeared from the world, so they didn't take it seriously. The Chu swordsman who appeared later, with one man and one sword, stained the capital with blood, which indeed showed the cruelty of war. Emptiness is not a lie.

So everyone once thought that the prophecy was over, but now it seems that is not the case.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

A monk from Hanshan Temple who had been facing the wall for thirty-seven years came down the mountain, and in the East China Sea, a fortune teller who was supposed to disappear appeared here.

"Xiao Se, I seem to have seen this person before!"

When Tang Lian saw Xiao Se stopped, he took a look at the fortune teller who even interested Xiao Se. However, after looking at him, Tang Lian found that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere. "What's wrong?"

Ye Ruoyi also asked curiously.

There is no shortage of experts in the world who are proficient in arithmetic, and Taoist experts are especially good at this.

Let's not talk about it far away, just say that the elderly Taoists in Qingcheng Mountain, Zhao Yuzhen who has now stepped into the Mystical Realm of Immortal Movement, and Fei Xuan, who is still a little guy, are all good players in this Tao.

She knew that Xiao Se didn't believe this, so Ye Ruoyi was a little curious in her heart as to what Xiao Se had discovered that made her stop moving forward.

Xiao Se did not stand still and did not answer immediately.

What this man who calls himself a tough-talking fortune teller just said was not nonsense. He said that many people here today will get rich. This is an interesting statement.

Today, the Mu family will come to recruit people, and those present are likely to be selected, which means that someone present will indeed get rich.

But the Mu family's money is not that easy to get. In other words, this deal is risky. After all, what good deal can a cannon fodder get?

Furthermore, he also mentioned a sentence, water produces wood wealth, water produces wood, which is not just the word mu.

But the news about the Mu family is not something that ordinary people can find out. If this person is not sent by that group of people, then the other party is definitely not simple.

If he could reach this level of divination alone, his achievements would probably be no less than that of the little Qingcheng Mountain kid he met before.

There was another thing that made Xiao Se a little concerned. This person was not here yesterday, but he suddenly appeared here today. He happened to hear those words. He guessed that this person's purpose was not simple.

Xiao Se didn't actually intend to pay attention to it at first. After all, at this time, one more thing is worse than one less thing. There are too many uncertainties in their industry, but in the end he stopped by some strange mistake.

"How many young masters do you want to count?"

This is an old man who looks a little oily. The clothes he wears are very strange. They are neither Taoist robes nor casual clothes worn by ordinary people. They are more like the robes worn by ascetics, but there is a Tai Chi embroidered on the chest and back. Bagua picture, in the end, a good piece of clothing turned out to be different.

But one thing is good, this strange-looking piece of clothing has been washed very clean.

"nature!"

Xiao Se's temperament is to take it as it comes. When he comes to a hexagram stall, wouldn't it be unreasonable if it doesn't count as a hexagram? So Xiao Se didn't hesitate and sat down on the bench in front of the Gua stall.

The old man chuckled.

"Master, let's agree in advance. The little old man's fortune is not cheap."

Seeing the other party's mercenary face, Sikong Qianluo frowned. She had seen many such swindlers, and was afraid that Xiao Se would be cheated, so she said something.

"Old man, what if it's not allowed! Don't blame me for smashing up your stall and hanging you from the tree."

The old man's voice paused, and then he smiled awkwardly.

"How could it be possible? The little old man is definitely a child."

Tang Lian on the side looked at the old man with a bitter look on his face, and several pictures flashed through his mind. She seemed to have seen this man when she was escorting the golden coffin.

"How to calculate?"

"Test the words!"

The old man thought for a while and gave a method often used by fortune tellers.

Xiao Se nodded and casually wrote the word "Shou".

When the old man saw this word, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"What do you want to ask, Master?"

"Ask about good or bad luck!"

(End of this chapter)