Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

Chapter 85 The monk is fake!
The scholar in white clothes has a delicate appearance, red lips and white teeth, and an elegant temperament in his behavior.

Looking back, Fan Xin smiled and cupped his hands: "Fan Renyan, may I ask my brother's name?"

"My Excellency, Li Taiping." The scholar in white returned the greeting with a smile.

"It turns out to be Brother Taiping. I wonder what the miracles of the eminent monk you are talking about are referring to?"

Li Taiping seemed willing to talk about miracles and explained with a smile.

"Of course it's the miracle of Master Xue, the abbot of Hanguang Temple. I don't know, brother. He holds a Buddha's Light Conference on the fifteenth day of every month in Qingshi Square and recruits some young men and women who are close to Buddha to be his disciples."

"And he will also perform miracles such as having his chest broken with a big stone, his iron palm floating on water, being transformed into a living person, being lowered into a pan of oil, and having the Buddha's light shine all over him."

Speaking of Master Xue's miracles, the scholar in white looked pious, like a believer.

Fan Xin thought it was some kind of miracle and that feelings were some charlatanism, but he did not expose this trick, but pointed at the mountain gate and said.

"Brother Taiping, the mountain gate is open, let's go in and take a look."

"Okay, you'll know Master Xue's prestige when you get in."

The two briefly exchanged a few words and each led the guards into the mountain gate.

Li Taiping was right. Master Xue's prestige was indeed high. The huge Qingshi Square was full of worshipers, numbering at least tens of thousands of people.

There are more people than all the people in Wushui County combined, which shows how high its status is in the hearts of pilgrims.

In front of the main hall stood a dozen monks wearing cassocks, holding Buddhist beads and silently reciting scriptures.

"Fan Shaoqing, Monk Huineng is not here." Li Lang looked around and whispered.

Fan Xin nodded and said to Li Taiping: "I want to go shopping elsewhere first. I will discuss the miracles with Brother Taiping another day. Say goodbye!"

"Brother Fan, walk slowly."

Watching Fan Xin leave, Li Taiping said unhappily: "This Fan Renyan didn't react at all when he mentioned miracles. He really has no sense of awe."

"Your Highness, do you want to inform the Luozhou government to arrest this person?" the guard whispered.

"Forget it, the Queen Mother will come to Hanguang Temple to offer incense in a few days. Let's keep a low profile for a few days."

"Let's go see Master Xue." After glaring at Fan Xin's back, Li Taiping happily went to the abbot's residence.

On the other side, Fan Xin took Zhang Huan and Li Lang to the Main Hall and donated two cents to the merit box in front of the monks.

"Amitabha, do you want to draw a spiritual lotus to solve your doubts?" The old monk glanced at the two cents and said.

Fan Xin shook his head and said politely: "I have no intention of asking for a signature. I just want to see Master Huineng. I wonder if Master can inform me."

The old monk stared at his face for a long time and said calmly.

"I wonder what the donor wants to talk to Junior Brother Huineng about?"

Sensing the old monk's vigilance, Fan Xin explained: "Yesterday, Master Huineng said that my wife was destined to have a catastrophe. I wanted to ask him face to face how to solve it."

Hearing that they came to Huineng to solve the disaster, the old monk looked surprised.

"Did the donor make a mistake? My junior brother is the sweeping monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and has never left Hanguang Temple. How could he instruct you to overcome the calamity?"

"It's impossible. We saw him at the tofu shop yesterday." Zhang Huan vowed.

"Master, why don't you invite Master Huineng to come out and ask, so that we all know better." Fan Xin suggested.

He believed that it was impossible for people to lie under the threat of death, and the name Huineng must be true.

Seeing a few people insisting on seeing Huineng, the old monk sighed: "Please wait a moment for the donors, while the poor monk goes to call for junior brother Huineng."

Not long after the old monk left, a middle-aged monk followed him into the Main Hall. He looked like Master Huineng who was plotting evil in Qingyi Lane.

What surprised Fan Xin was that Master Huineng looked solemn and solemn at this time, without the frivolity of yesterday. "Amitabha, the young monk heard from senior brother that several donors met for something. I wonder what it is about?"

"Master Huineng, yesterday at the tofu shop, I told you that my wife was destined to have a catastrophe, and I don't know how to resolve it?" Fan Xin asked politely.

He had doubts before, but now he is sure that there is indeed a monk named Huineng in Hanguang Temple.

What's puzzling is that Master Huineng's attitude is as blank as that of the old monk.

"What kind of tofu shop? The young monk has never left the Sutra Pavilion."

Zhang Huan wanted to confront him but Fan Xin stopped him. He took a deep look at Monk Huineng and smiled.

"I'm really sorry. I made a mistake. That master is an alms monk, his name is Hui Xing."

"It turns out he's not a monk from our Hanguang Temple." Huineng breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Some donors don't know that our temple rarely accepts single monks. You can look for them elsewhere."

"That's all we can do." Fan Xin and the other three left the Hanguang Temple after apologetically bowing their hands to the two monks.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Zhang Huan asked in confusion: "Fan Shaoqing, what on earth is going on? It was Huineng we saw yesterday?"

"Yes, I followed him all the way to Hanguang Temple last night. I can't go wrong."

Fan Xin stopped and looked at the two people who had vowed.

"The old monk is right. The person who deceived Jin Niang yesterday was indeed not the monk Huineng."

"What! Was that monk yesterday a fake?" The two were shocked.

"No." Fan Xin turned around and looked at Hanguang Temple and said coldly.

"The deceitful monk we saw yesterday is Zhen Huineng."

"And this majestic master is the fake!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Zhang Huan and Zhang Huan changed slightly, and they came closer and whispered.

"Fan Shaoqing, how did you find out?"

Recalling the scene of the meeting, Fan Xin mused: "At the beginning, I thought Huineng was afraid that things would be exposed and did not dare to recognize us."

"It wasn't until I saw that the ring scar on his head was newly added that I was sure that the Master Huineng we met yesterday had been replaced by someone else."

There is one thing that Fan Xin can't understand. Even if the monks of Hanguang Temple are all swindlers, as long as Master Xue, who has great hands and eyes, is there, there is no need to replace Huineng.

Unless there is something hidden inside that forces these people to replace Huineng.

What will be the secret?

Fan Xin thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply put it behind him and returned to Dali Temple.

He planned to take Huineng to Dali Temple in the name of deceiving a common woman, and deliberately alerted the snake and lured out the person behind the scenes.

However, when the minister of Dali Temple learned that he was going to take people to Hanguang Temple to arrest the monks, he was so frightened that he hurriedly walked out from behind the case.

"I said Fan Xin, you are really not afraid of death. You stabbed Hanguang Temple on the first day you took office!"

"Do you know the relationship between the abbot of Hanguang Temple and the Queen Mother?"

"Believe it or not, if Dali Temple catches a monk, then you have to pack up and get out?"

Fan Xin didn't expect the Dali Temple Minister's reaction to be so big, and frowned slightly.

"Are we going to ignore monks who break the law?"

(End of this chapter)