Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 51 White clothes ward off evil spirits
In the county government office, Meng Yuan read the dossier all night, and countless words flashed through his mind like codes line by line, and all kinds of information were classified into categories, like a super computer running at high speed.

Now Meng Yuan feels very tired. After all, he fought against two gods in the virtual underworld with all his strength, and then drifted on the River of Forgetfulness for a day. He finally rushed back without stopping and used his eyes intensively all night.

But in the end, hard work paid off, and through these countless messy information, he was still found.

In front of him is a topographic map of Yuanzhou City, on which the densely packed dots represent the last place where the kidnapped child appeared.

There is no pattern for these missing children, big and small, boys and girls, poor and rich families, and the distribution is even more chaotic.

But among these densely packed dots, there is a place that is like a blank space in an ink painting. It seems to contain nothing, yet it says everything.

"It looks like it's here!"

Meng Yuan looked at one place in the picture, not a single child disappeared in a radius of ten miles, but the person behind it understood the truth that rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nests, but it's a pity that they couldn't escape their discerning eyes.

"Master, the master asked the little one to treat you to dinner." A young man called out from outside the door.

"Okay, please take me to see the county magistrate."

Meng Yuan got up, picked up the map and went back to the Yamen with the boy, and entered the hall. Four or five vegetarian dishes were already placed on the table. .”

Meng Yuan waved his hand and refused: "My lord, let's not eat, the poor monk already knows where the thieves are."

"what?"

Then he handed the map to the county magistrate for inspection. He also saw the blank areas in the map at a glance. If he could become a county magistrate, he might be bad but usually not stupid.

He praised: "The young master's wisdom is unparalleled, and he was able to overcome the difficulties that I have been waiting for for several years in one fell swoop."

Meng Yuan shook his head. If it weren't for the special reasons in this world, the lives of mortals are as cheap as grass, and many people would die every year. In the dynasties of Meng Yuan's previous life, there would have been such a large-scale case of missing children, and he, the county magistrate, would have long ago He was exiled to Lingnan.

Naturally, troops were dispatched and generals were dispatched, and the yamen servants were arrested quickly, and even the defenders in the city dispatched a battalion of soldiers and horses to go straight to the south of the city.

Meng Yuan took the lead and rode his white horse to the south of the city. The radius of ten miles was not a small area. When he got there, he opened the Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes Dharma. He didn't believe that the guy could escape his eyes.

I saw the white horse's four hooves flying like flying, Meng Yuan rode on it without the slightest sense of bumps, and galloped away all the way.

While rushing on the road, Meng Yuan recalled the Yakshas by the way.

The sixteen yakshas had been wandering around the city all night without being found. They all left a trace of mark on Meng Yuan's monk's clothes, and at this moment they were summoned and flew back one after another.

"Go to the south of the city to investigate, and then come back and report to me."

Bishamon led the brothers out of the city again.

When Meng Yuan arrived, they had already found out the general situation here. This is a plain suitable for farming, and there is a wharf twenty miles to the south, so this side is very prosperous.

A smell of sandalwood wafted in the air, and Meng Yuan was a little familiar with it. It was the smell in the main hall of Xiaofa Temple.

People were coming and going on the street, and Meng Yuan soon discovered that many people had this smell, and everyone had awe and disgust in their eyes when they saw him.

At this moment, a woman holding a three- or four-year-old boy suddenly came up to her and cried: "Master, please save my child, he is about to die."

Meng Yuan hurriedly carried the boy over, only to see that his face was sallow and haggard, his brows and eyes were full of black air, his eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was weak.

"This is an evil spirit, and the evil energy has penetrated into the bone marrow. Why didn't you find someone to treat it earlier?" Meng Yuan asked while inputting a wave of spiritual power to protect the child's heart.

The woman wept and said: "Master, the little lady really had no choice but to go to Qingye Temple in the morning, but the master of Qingye Temple said that it would take ten taels of gold for the Buddha to save my son's life, so he drove me down immediately. "

A group of people had already gathered around, some sighed slightly, and some cursed secretly, but some people argued there, it is already very cheap for the Buddha to cast spells to save people, is it more than ten taels of gold for a life?
Aoba Temple?
Meng Yuan wanted to ask, but at the moment it is still important to save people, and then he took off his clothes in the street, revealing his strong body, causing many girls and daughters-in-law to cover their eyes in shame, and then gently covered the boy with white clothes .

"Look, the bad luck on this little baby's face is starting to dissipate!" Someone shouted.

I saw that the boy whose face was extremely ugly, as if he was about to die, spit out wisps of black air from his mouth and nose, as if accompanied by some vicious roar, but with a slight flash of the moon-white monk's clothes, he instantly turned into a Soot.

Meng Yuan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. He doesn't know much about medicine, but his clothes made of blessings from hundreds of thousands of dead souls can prevent fifteen kinds of evil deaths, namely starvation, shackles, hatred, military formation, tigers and wolves. , snakes, water and fire, poison, poison, madness, falling off a cliff, wicked people, evil gods, disease, suicide.

This child was murdered by an evil god, so it happened to be rescued.

With just a cup of tea, the child's breathing became steady and his complexion became rosy. He was even healthier than before, making the audience call him a living god.

Meng Yuan then put on the monk's robe again, and said to the boy's mother beside him, "He's fine."

The woman was about to kowtow to express gratitude, but Meng Yuan supported her: "No, no, monks are compassionate, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, it is my merit."

The woman didn't understand what merit was, but she knew that Meng Yuan saved her child's life, which was almost equivalent to saving her life. She took out an embroidered silk cloth from her arms and said: "Master, there are three taels of silver in this. I beg you." Master, please accept it to add some incense to the Buddha."

Meng Yuan shook his head and refused: "Buddha does not need these things. It is my blessing that my wife raised her young son well."

Everyone immediately applauded, this monk seems to be a little different.

"Thank you Master, the women must remember the Buddha's grace and recite Buddhist scriptures sooner or later."

Meng Yuan continued to shake his head and said: "It doesn't need to be like this, as long as you have Buddha in your heart. However, I think it seems a little weird that your son is trying to harm evil spirits. I will share with you a Buddhist sutra and recite it often. If you encounter evil spirits and recite it loudly, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva may be able to heal you." saved."

Meng Yuan immediately borrowed a pen and paper from the side of the road, wrote down the Duoxin Sutra and handed it to the woman, then turned around and led the white horse away in the midst of her gratitude.

The direction he went to was the Qingye Temple that everyone said. His wise eyes guided him here, not only to save his disciple Manzhu, but also to save the people.

Then this Qingye Temple must go.

After he left, someone next to him immediately said to the woman: "Madam, how about I spend a hundred taels of silver to buy the scripture in your hand?"

But the woman packed it tightly, and said with a vigilant face, "I won't sell it."

"Then let me copy a copy of the head office. We are all worshipers of the Buddha. Besides, you can't read, so I can recite it for you."

The woman nodded after hesitating for a moment, and a group of people copied the Duoxin Sutra by the side of the road.

(End of this chapter)