Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 77

There is no Western Paradise in this world,

If there is a Western Paradise, then Zen Master Jili should enter the Western Paradise to become a Buddha and become an ancestor.

It's a pity that after traveling all my life, it turned into a skin.

Xu Zi stared at the deceased monk in front of him, stood up and respectfully performed a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha."

"The great monk's wish is carried by the young monk. May the great monk be reborn in bliss."

The next day,

Xu Zisu buried Zen Master Jili in the mountain behind Dingyuan Temple, and used his supernatural power to carve a stone tower to stand on his tomb, named Jishi Pagoda.

All the monks in Dingyuan Temple had sorrow in their eyes and qi and blood in their bodies flickering. It was obvious that Zen Master Ji Li had passed away and his heart was moving.

After Xu Zisu settled down, he looked at all the monks in the courtyard. A very strong magic power enveloped them. Among the monks in Dingyuan Temple, the highest cultivation level was only at the Blood Refining Realm. His cultivation level at the Xuandan Realm was sufficient. repression.

He did not have the Buddhist practice of Zen Master Jili, so he could only make this decision.

"Amitabha."

"The little monk Pudu has met all the senior brothers. According to the last wish of Zen Master Jili, all the senior brothers still need to recite the scriptures for three months before they can enlighten the Buddha's mind and get rid of the hostility in their hearts. If there are those who do not want to, the little monk will put them in the pagoda forever. .”

Facing Xu Zisu's words, all the monks in Dingyuan Temple looked at each other, and finally turned around and walked into the Sutra Hall.

Xu Zi glanced at the pagoda solemnly and walked into the Sutra Pavilion. The Sutra Pavilion was full of scriptures, but the ink was a bit scrawled. It must have been copied by the monks from Dingyuan Temple.

On the third day of Jingge, there was a knock on the door.

"Little Master."

There was a long pause outside the door, and finally the words "little master" came out.

Although Xu Zisu was ordered by the abbot, but for them, the word abbot cannot be called.

After thinking about it for a long time, I can only call him a little master.

"come in."

The door to the pavilion was pushed open, and it was the middle-aged monk who opened the door to talk to him three days ago.

"Brother, is there something wrong?"

"Little master, there is a scholar outside the door, saying he is here to find you."

"Thank you, brother."

Xu Zisu left the scripture pavilion, first went to the scripture hall, and then went out.

At the gate of the temple, I saw a scholar standing with his hands behind his back. Standing beside him was a big man, Zhu Yan and Zhu Jiu.

After seeing Xu Zisu come out, Zhu Yan turned around with a wry smile on his face: "Little master, you are really easy for me to find."

Xu Zisu was taken aback for a moment, then recalled the agreement, and hurriedly apologized: "It's the little monk's fault for making the two of you wait so long."

"It's okay, I think the young master met a Buddhist temple. They were mostly exchanging Buddhist teachings, but the young monk interrupted him." Zhu Yan said with a smile, and then looked at Dingyuan Temple curiously: "It's just that the young monk heard that there is a rule in Dingyuan Temple. The temple needs extremely expensive incense money, little master...”

"As a member of the Buddhist sect, the young monk naturally doesn't have to do it. Besides, Dingyuan Temple has such a rule, so it's a helpless move."

Charging expensive incense money is just to dissuade some pilgrims. This is undoubtedly the best method. As for gossip and closing the mountain gate, even if there are any, just ignore it and let it go.

Hearing this, Zhu Yan nodded, but didn't ask any more questions.

"Little master, do you have time now? If you have time, it's time to check the background of the girl in the painting."

"Shan, I wonder if the donor has any clues?"

Zhu Yan frowned, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly: "To be fair to the young master, the young student has indeed inquired about this matter, but there are dozens of women who have disappeared in Ningzhou Prefecture. Even in Ningzhou Prefecture, there are There are eight cases of missing women, and most of them are beautiful women."

"Guess this is a repeat offender."

so?
Xu Zisu frowned slightly.

"If possible, we might be able to get some clues by going to the government office and checking the files. However, the government office is not an ordinary place. I'm afraid it will be difficult for people like us to get in." Zhu Yan said helplessly again.

After pondering for a long time, he hesitated and said: "The young man has something to say, but I'm just afraid that the young master won't listen." "Donor, just say it, don't take it into account."

Zhu Yan said in a deep voice: "In addition to his reputation as a painter, Brother Wang is also a disciple of Lord Ningzhou Prefecture. Perhaps we can ask him for help on this matter."

"It's all right."

Zhu Yan was taken aback when he heard the words: "So the little master agrees?"

"You can give it a try, but the monk has something to say first, and I hope the benefactor will listen to the monk."

"can."

"Then we'll tell you on the way."

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palace,

That is, Wang Tingxu's home, Zhu Yan knocked on the door.

After a few breaths, a man who looked like a butler opened the door.

"How many are?"

"Please inform Wang Sheng and ask Zhu Yan from Zhangyin County to see you."

"Okay, young master, wait a moment."

As a Ningzhou painter, Wang Tingxu is a master of painting and Taoism, and he has a good reputation. Naturally, there are not a few scholars who come to visit on weekdays. Therefore, although he does not know Zhu Yan, he dare not offend these scholars. He may be some dignified person .

After a while, a footstep sounded,

"Brother Zhu Xian, I miss you so much after seeing each other for a few days." Wang Tingxu came out of the mansion and greeted with a smile on his face.

Zhu Yan smiled and said: "Brother Wang, I have some free time today, so I came to ask Brother Wang for advice on painting skills."

"My dear brother, I still invite you from within the palace. If someone finds out about it while standing at the gate, they will think that Mr. Wang has neglected my dear brother."

"Brother Wang is joking."

Then he looked at Xu Zisu and saluted, "Little Master."

Xu Zisu returned the courtesy and said, "The donor is polite."

Then, Wang Yanxu welcomed the three people in.

living room,
After drinking tea and chatting, Zhu Yan took a scroll from Zhu Jiusheng's hand.

"Brother Wang, this painting was obtained by Xiaosheng from Qingping Mansion. The person who painted this painting has reached the pinnacle of painting. Xiaosheng brought this painting to ask Brother Wang for advice."

Then he handed the painting to Wang Tingxu.

"Oh? In this case, Mr. Wang would like to take a look."

As he spoke, he unfolded the scroll and saw a very familiar picture of a beautiful woman appearing in front of him. Wang Tingxu's face froze and he was shocked. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and he fell into obsession when looking at the beautiful picture in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhu Yan looked at Xu Zisu secretly, and then smiled.

He called out softly: "Brother Wang, Brother Wang?"

Wang Tingxu suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah~"

"Brother Zhu Xian, this painting is indeed extraordinary, and the art of painting is profound. Even Wang is not as good as him. I have a merciless request. I don't know my dear brother..."

"Brother Wang, just say it directly."

"My dear brother, can you lend me this painting for a few days to look at? Don't worry, dear brother, I will definitely return it to you in a few days."

"This······"

"If my dear brother is in trouble, I just don't say anything."

Zhu Yan shook his head, and a blush appeared on his face: "Brother Wang is too worried. I keep this painting by my side because I admire the beauty in this painting. If I can see her, I will die." regret."

"It's a pity that it's just a painting after all, not a real person. If Brother Wang wants to borrow it, I can just borrow it. I just have something to ask for."

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(End of this chapter)