Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 109 Qinglan Buddha (joined chapter, please subscribe)
After agreeing on a time, the two left the mountainside.

Abbot Zhenguang asked curiously: "Little Master, was this the little guy you were talking about reading the scriptures with you yesterday?"

"Yes, I think I met Master yesterday." Pudu smiled slightly.

Abbot Zhenguang laughed heartily and said: "Hahaha, I never thought that I would have such a blessing in Qinglan Temple. The old monk would like to thank my little master on behalf of Huineng."

The two chatted together and left the back mountain.

The young master is regarded as the transporter of my Qinglan Temple. Not only can he rescue the master, but he also gives him a great opportunity in Qinglan Temple. It is difficult to repay this kindness.

Looking at Pudu's back, he secretly made a decision in his heart.

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In the Zen hall,

Huineng was lying on the futon, flipping through the scriptures with concentration. He didn't notice that the sky was already bright. Several figures walked in from the door of the monastery. After seeing a little monk lying on the futon, his eyes couldn't help flashing. A hint of doubt.

"Didn't you say that boy is in the meditation hall? Why is there only one young monk?"

A monk hurriedly explained: "Brother, when I came here yesterday, that boy was indeed reading sutras in the meditation hall."

The leading monk was the young monk that Pudu had rescued in Sushan County before. Unexpectedly, his status was not low.

The man frowned and looked at the little monk who was reading the scriptures and asked, "Who is this kid?"

"He is a handyman disciple in the temple, responsible for cleaning the monastery."

"Hmph, a small handyman disciple dares to read scriptures here. Who allowed it?"

Unable to find Pudu, he turned his anger on Huineng for a while.

A few people bowed their heads in silence. The management of Qinglan Temple is already lax. Generally speaking, after doing your own thing, there is no restriction on where you must go. This monastery is rarely visited by people. Normally, there is basically no one. No matter what, Huineng could only be blamed for hitting the muzzle of the gun.

Several people looked at each other and sighed secretly.

"Huineng!"

An angry scolding sounded, and the young monk hurriedly put down his book and stood up.

After seeing the group of people, his expression suddenly became tense.

"Brother!"

"What time is it now? Why don't you go clean the Zen courtyard?"

"Yes, little monk, go right away."

Heaving a sigh of relief, he turned around and hurried to leave.

Looking at Huineng's back, he suddenly thought of Pudu. The haze in his eyes flashed away, and a cruel look appeared on his face.

"stop."

"Brother, is there anything else?"

"As a handyman disciple, you neglected your duties and did not care about cleaning the monastery. You actually chanted sutras here. Can you plead guilty?"

"The young monk pleads guilty."

"Okay, just plead guilty. From today on, you are no longer a monk in my Qinglan Temple. Go down the mountain."

Huineng's eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment. He was sent to the mountain since he was a child, and he had long lost contact with his parents at home. This Qinglan Temple was his home, and now he was told to go down the mountain. This ······
His face was full of confusion, confusion and sadness.

"Senior brother, this is Huineng's first offence. Please spare him this time." Several monks on the side asked for explanation.

The man's face turned cold and he said coldly: "What? Do you want to go down the mountain too?"

Several people immediately bowed their heads and stopped talking.

"Haha, Master, you, the monk of Qinglan Temple, are so majestic." Pudu and Zen Master Zhenguang walked in from the courtyard gate and said with a faint smile.

Fortunately, the two of them walked a little slower while chatting. If not, how could they have seen this scene.

Pudu glanced at several people, and then looked at Hui Neng with a smile: "Since Qinglan Temple doesn't want you, how about you follow the little monk?"

"The young monk doesn't mind accepting a junior disciple for the master."

"Amitabha."

"Young master, how about calming down and leaving this matter to the old monk?"

Even though he was in the Purple Mansion Realm and his mind was generous enough, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising from his chest when he saw this scene.

Seeing that Pudu did not speak, Zen Master Zhenguang breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the leading young monk: "If the poor monk remembers correctly, you should have been brought up the mountain by Junior Brother Zhenyuan!"

"Abbott, the young monk's master is the leader of Zhenyuan."

"Haha, master? It should be father."

A flash of doubt flashed in the young monk's eyes.
Father?

His family is a wealthy family, and the master took him up the mountain only because his master passed by and saw his extraordinary aptitude. What does the abbot mean by this?
"In the past, Junior Brother Zhenyuan traveled down the mountain and returned after [-] years. When he returned, Yuanyang had already been discharged. I thought that his cultivation was not easy, so I didn't care about it. I never thought that he would bring you with him to the mountain, and also... So indulgent.”

"It's all the old monk's fault that you, father and son, were left behind."

Zen Master Zhenguang's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and an aura belonging to the Purple Mansion realm filled the entire Qinglan Temple.

After a few breaths, several old monks hurried over.

"Brother, are you expecting me to come here for something?" Several old monks looked at each other and asked doubtfully.

Zen Master Zhenguang didn't speak, as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, a fat monk walked into the monastery with a smile.

"Brother."

He gave a salute first, and then felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the monastery. He glanced at the disciple who was standing uneasy, and frowned slightly.

"Senior brother, what trouble did An Hui cause?"

The old monk did not reply, but said indifferently: "From today on, you two are no longer my disciples of Qinglan Temple. Go down the mountain."

Hearing this, Zhenyuan was slightly shocked: "Senior brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The old monk said very indifferently: "Donor, if I don't tell you this a second time, please go down the mountain."

Could it be?
Zhen Yuan frowned and thought for a moment, looked at his senior brother's livid face, and shook his head helplessly.

"Brothers, this poor monk has been living in the mountains for half his life. It's time for him to go down and travel."

As he was about to turn around and leave, a cold voice came from behind.

"Take your apprentice away."

Zhenyuan's footsteps faltered, and then he called An Hui, and the two went down the mountain together.

On the mountain road, Zhenyuan's plump face was full of coldness, and he was so cruel that he even drove him down the mountain in front of everyone. In this way, I am afraid that there will be no place for him in Yuhua Mansion.

An Hui glanced behind him and asked, "What on earth happened?"

An Hui hesitated for a long time, then remembered the abbot's words and asked weakly: "Master, are you my father?"

His really round eyes narrowed, was it really revealed?

However, if it was discovered, it should have been discovered earlier. In order to drive it down the mountain today, other things must have happened before that.

"Tell me everything that happened before."

When An Hui heard the words, he believed most of them, and then told what happened before.

Just because of a handyman disciple?
It's impossible!

"father······"

"Call Master!"

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zhen Yuan's cold voice.

"Master, I think this matter is related to the little monk Pudu."

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After driving the two men down the mountain, the true light fell on several monks on the side again: "I will punish you and others to copy hundreds of scriptures. Go down."

This is the best he can solve, I hope he will be satisfied.

Zhen Guang secretly said.

"Young master, are you satisfied with this solution?" "Master, what does this have to do with this young monk? He is the one you should ask!" Then he pointed to Huineng aside and walked straight towards the meditation hall.

Upon seeing this, Zen Master Zhenguang knew that the matter was almost settled.

Then he showed a kind smile: "Little guy, are you satisfied with this treatment?"

"Abbot, little monk..."

Everything the senior brother did was for this little guy?
Could it be that there is something extraordinary about this little guy?
Immediately, his spiritual consciousness probed towards him. When the spiritual consciousness of the monks was about to cover his body, Huineng unconsciously took a step back.

The monks couldn't help but be stunned, whether it was by chance or they could actually sense their spiritual consciousness.

When his consciousness fell again, he saw the little monk staying quietly in the same place, making no movement. It seemed that it was just an accident.

After some inspection, the monks finally came to the conclusion that this little guy was just an ordinary person, and his qualifications were not even average.

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"Don't be afraid. From today on, you are the Buddhist disciple of my Qinglan Temple and will be taught by the old monk himself."

The monks were taken aback again, Buddhist disciple?

When did Qinglan Temple have Buddhist disciples?

He actually set up a Buddhist trap for this little guy.

Seeing that Huineng was timid, he did not ask any more questions, but looked at the fellow apprentices at the side: "Juniors, I just heard that Huineng will be my disciple of Qinglan Temple in the future, so please don't neglect me."

"Of course, this is not the old monk's idea, but what the master said."

Master?

The monks looked at each other in horror.

"Brother, Master, is the old man still alive?"

"That's right, it's just that I'm delayed by something right now. I'll be back in a few days."

Seeing the smiles on the faces of the monks, the big stone on his chest seemed to be put down in an instant.At the beginning, no one except him knew that Master had become a demon, and no one knew how much pressure he had to bear because of it.

And it's just that they haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, so they can't help but be regarded as sitting down.

Now that a solution has been found, there is nothing wrong with telling the matter.

At the same time, this little guy also needs a backing. If he can't do it, Master can definitely do it.

"Do you have any objections to Huineng's appointment as a disciple of the Buddha?"

"There is no objection."

Zhen Guang couldn't help but smile when he saw Hui Neng's cowardly look. Even if this child would become a Buddhist Supreme in the future, he was still a child at the moment.

After the monks left, the news spread throughout Qinglan Temple in an instant. Countless monks were full of surprise and confusion. It was really strange that a handyman monk could become a disciple of the Buddha.

Hui Neng did not leave, but instead walked to Pudu and bowed slowly: "Thank you, brother, monk."

Pudu looked away from the scripture, looked at the young monk and asked with a smile: "Why are you thanking me?"

Hui Neng said soberly, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't be a Buddhist disciple. If it's not because of my brother, I can't think of other reasons."

"You don't have to belittle yourself, it's more than enough to be a disciple of Buddha in Qinglan Temple."

"Why is this?"

"You will know later."

When Pudu didn't answer, he didn't ask further questions. Instead, he asked doubtfully: "Brother, what is the position of this Buddhist disciple?"

Pudu explained: "Literally, the inheritance of a temple, the sons of a temple are the sons of Buddha, such as poor monks are the sons of Buddha in Tianluo Temple."

Hui Neng said excitedly: "In this way, the young monk is the same as the senior brother."

Pudu nodded when he heard this. He was still a child. If he were in the ordinary world, he wouldn't be happy right now.

The two asked and answered, and the whole morning passed quietly.

"Cuckoo!"

Listening to the hunger in his belly, Huineng slowly stood up and said, "Senior brother, the young monk is going to have a meal. Can you bring some to senior brother?"

"No need, you can go on your own."

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Since then,

The days gradually calmed down, chanting scriptures every day, going to the back mountain to drive out demons at night, and Huineng also indulged in the meditation hall all day long. Since he became a Buddha, no one cares about him. Although no one taught him, these scriptures are The best teacher always bothers him when he encounters something he doesn't understand.

In him, I saw a bit of his former self.

Time flies, two months pass in the blink of an eye, winter turns to spring, green buds sprout, and the cold retreats.

I have read all the scriptures in the meditation hall without knowing it, and the demonic energy in the old monk in the belly of the mountain is also similar. It can be completely gone in at most two times, and it is almost time to go down the mountain.

Time flies really fast!
night,
The two figures entered the mountain again. The dense chains of the past had long disappeared. The bound old man was now sitting quietly cross-legged on the stone platform.His long hair faded away, he put on his monk's robe, and transformed into a middle-aged monk from Pudu, without the white hair that he had seen before.

He found out about the realm of divine transformation after several exorcisms.

The old monk in front of him is indeed a great monk who has transformed into gods. Looking at his return to his true nature, few people will believe him.

"You are here."

When the two of them reached the stone platform, the old monk opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"Master."

"Old man."

"Thank you, little master."

"No problem!"

"Only the last trace is left. I believe that the evil spirit will be completely eliminated after this time."

When Zhen Guang heard this, a touch of excitement appeared on his face: "In that case, let's get started, little master."

Pudu nodded, sat cross-legged in front of the old monk, and then began to recite the salvation sutra.

After half an hour,
A grand Buddha's light filled the entire mountain, and the old monk's rickety body slowly stood up.

"The lead is gone, the body is flawless, and now we are truly transformed into gods!"

A murmur echoed throughout the mountain.

"Transcending demonic thoughts, rewarding 666 points of merit, Daluo Golden Bowl!"

Daluo Jinbo, the magical weapon of Zen Master Fahai?

Pudu couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect that this thing would be rewarded.

However, the golden bowl given by the abbot happened to be damaged, so the time was right.

"Congratulations, Master, on your escape."

The old monk took back his breath and nodded towards the true light.

"Thank you very much, little master. If you need anything, I, Qinglan Temple, will definitely help."

"You don't have to be polite, old man."

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The next day,

early morning,

The mountain wind howled and the cold wind blew on my face, as several figures walked out of Qinglan Temple.

"Little master, why not stay for a few more days?"

"We have been delayed for more than two months. It's time for the young monk to come down the mountain. Please take care."

"Senior Brother Pudu."

Pudu's steps faltered, and he turned around to see Huineng looking at him with a look of reluctance.

"Practice Buddhism well, and don't forget to recite the scriptures. If we are destined, we will see you again."

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(End of this chapter)