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Chapter 128 Buddha fights for a stick of incense

"Great monk!"

"Is it okay for Pindao to borrow your valuable land to catch a few fish?"

Yueyuan Temple, backyard.

In front of Crescent Lake, there is a carefully constructed bamboo forest.

Zen Master Zhenxing was sitting by the lake, meditating quietly while holding a fishing rod without a hook.

Suddenly.

There was a loud sound in my ears.

He was really shocked.

The fishing rod in his hand shook, scattering fish swimming in the lake.

Turning around, he saw an ordinary young Taoist priest looking at him with a smile.

The smile was casual.

There is no embarrassment or discomfort of randomly intruding into someone's backyard.

It's like returning to your own home.

Zen Master Zhenxing frowned.

However, he did not show any impatience.

He also did not ask questions in a panic, but said calmly:

"This...donor."

"This place is the backyard of Yueyuan Temple. It is a place where we and other monks cleanse and cultivate. It is not convenient for outsiders to visit."

Li Zhen nodded, with a serious look on his face:

"I know this!"

"It is precisely because this place is clean that poor Taoists come in."

He looked towards the Crescent Lake in front of him.

By the way, I looked at Zen Master Zhenxing’s fishing rod without a hook and shook his head.

"Monk, you can't catch fish like this."

"Let's look at Pindao."

After all, Li Zhen didn't wait for the great monk's reaction.

He took the fishing rod from his hand smoothly.

He took out a piece of golden metal that he broke off from somewhere. It looked like an ear.

Knead it in your hands, and in a few clicks you can create a shiny golden fishhook.

Familiarly tied to the fishing line.

Stand still and throw the pole.

All in one go.

As for bait and making nests?

When we, Daochang Li, are fishing, we don’t do anything fancy.

It all depends on one technology.

Bah, it’s not luck!

Look, here it comes.

Li Zhen retracted his pole with a smile.

A fat fish weighing more than three kilograms was struggling helplessly in the air.

"Borrow the bucket."

He took the wooden barrel next to Zen Master Zhenxing.

Turning around.

It seemed that he saw the look on his face where he was hesitant to speak.

Li Zhen put away the smile on his face and said seriously:

"Don't worry, great monk, I know the rules."

"You will definitely have a share of the fish I catch soon."

He patted his chest and vowed.

Li Zhen could swear by Crescent Lake that he must be a man of rules.

He who sees it has a share, he understands.

It's just a pity.

Such good luck today, but the monk next to me doesn't know how to fish.

It's a little less interesting if you can't compare it with him.

Zen Master Zhenxing was speechless.

There was a feeling of embarrassment in my heart that I was holding a breath but couldn't let it out.

He hid one hand in his wide cassock and clenched his fist tightly.

If you want to take action, give this man two hard punches.

But after thinking about it

The other hand quickly turned the rosary beads in his hand, constantly chanting Amitabha in his heart.

The poor monk is not angry, the poor monk is not angry.

There is no doubt that the person in front of him is a martial arts master, Zen Master Zhenxing is very sure.

But he didn't know exactly how high it was.

Don't say anything else.

Just this uncanny Qinggong movement and the way he took the fishing rod from his hand easily and freely.

This person is far from simple.

Not to mention, he is still fishing in front of him like no one else is watching.

You also said that after you catch something, you have to share it with yourself?

Namo Ami that Buddha!

With a radius of several hundred miles, no one knows that Crescent Lake is the property of Yueyuan Temple.

Let me ask, how can anyone in this world come uninvited?

It is a matter of taking the things belonging to the master and sharing them with the master afterwards.

Those who can do it are not those who are confident.

He is just a lunatic who is not afraid of death.

At the moment, Zen Master Zhenxing feels that the person in front of him is likely to be both.

So he didn't dare to move.

I just chanted sutras silently in my heart, suppressing my somewhat irritable thoughts.

Ever since.

The atmosphere in the bamboo forest by the lake became extremely strange.

One monk goes together, one is quiet and the other is moving.

If you were someone who didn't know better, you would have thought that these two people were close friends.

But in fact, it is not the case.

Time passed little by little, and Li Zhen was still fishing as if no one was around.

He seems to be very playful and enjoys fishing.

But as for Zen Master Zhenxing, he could hardly bear it anymore.

Fortunately, at this time, Li Zhen stopped.

And his harvest is already a bucket full.

I picked out two that were not too big or too small, and threw the rest back into the lake.

He was still muttering:

“Who said catching a fish and releasing it doesn’t count as releasing it?”

"Pindao did another good deed today."

Then, he did that in front of Zen Master Zhenxing.

There was a "pop" sound and he snapped his fingers.

Teng!

The flames rose and crackled.

A ball of fire appeared strangely at Li Zhen's feet.

The veins on Zen Master Zhenxing’s bald head twitched.

There was cold sweat dripping down silently on his forehead.

Li Zhen ignored him and just disemboweled the fish and packed up the catch.

Then put it on the flame and roast it slowly.

"It's a pity that there is no seasoning and it loses a lot of flavor."

Turning the bamboo stick in his hand, Li Zhen said to himself.

Then, as if he had realized something, he patted his forehead:

"Look at me, just look out for yourself."

"Don't worry, great monk, it will be fine soon."

"Pindao, let me tell you, my barbecue skills were outstanding back in the day. You are in for a treat."

Zen Master Zhenxing looked at Li Zhen blankly.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the Taoist priest in tattered robes in front of him.

He asked calmly:

"The donor came to Yueyuan Temple for more than just fishing, right?"

"Well, yes, that's right."

Li Zhen stared with innocent eyes and nodded:

"And eat grilled fish."

"This is my Buddha's place of purification and cultivation. It is not good for the donor to kill living beings here."

Zen Master Zhenxing said against his will as he smelled the aroma of grilled fish pouring into his nose.

"Tsk."

"The wine and meat passed through the intestines, but remained in the heart of the Buddha."

"Don't be afraid, Buddha will not blame you."

"Amitabha, has Yueyuan Temple ever offended the donor in any way?"

"Have the ordinary people in these three northwest states ever offended Buddhism in any way?"

Li Zhen looked at Zen Master Zhenxing and asked.

He paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect Li Zhen to ask this.

After a short while, Zen Master Zhenxing put his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"Buddha fights for a stick of incense."

"I, the Buddha, are here to bring hope to all sentient beings."

"cut!"

The great monk has a tough mouth.

Li Zhen had long been used to it and said:

"Yeah."

"Pindao came to Crescent Lake to bring relief to the fish in the lake."

"As for what you said about offending, that's not the case. Pindao is the most kind-hearted person. He is not accustomed to fighting or grabbing by nature."

"Even when others come knocking on his door, Pindao is always the most talkative. He is very talkative."

Do you look like a kind person?

Zen Master Zhenxing sneered in his heart.

But he was also wary of his strength and his ability to ignite the void.

He didn't say much, he just thought about whether to wake up the martial uncle in the golden body.

Then he listened again, and the Taoist priest suddenly said:

"correct!"

It was only now that Li Zhen seemed to remember that he came from the Bao family:

"My name is Li Zhen, and I am an old acquaintance with your Buddhist Zen Master Wuxiang and the Great Master."

"If you don't believe it, you can ask them afterwards."

"Who?"

Zen Master Zhenxing didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"Li Zhen!"

But the next moment, it was like a mouse meeting a cat.

After a while, he jumped up on the spot.

That healthy and rosy face turned pale in an instant.

He couldn't help but step back, looking at Li Zhen with unusual vigilance and horror.     "Daozhang Shi Li."

"You have made an agreement with me, the Buddha, not to interfere in these worldly matters."

Zhenxing swallowed and said nervously.

Just in time.

The aroma is overflowing and the grilled fish is already cooked.

Li Zhen couldn't wait to take a bite.

Fragrant!

My craftsmanship is still the same as before.

But it's a pity, because of practice.

Can only taste the end.

In order to avoid waste, he invited again:

"Great monk, Pindao's grilled fish is really delicious. Why don't you come and try it?"

"No, no."

Zhenxing shook his head decisively, and then took a few steps back.

It was as if there was some ferocious beast in front of him, and he didn't dare to step forward.

This was the only martial arts master at that time who had a record of killing beings of the same level!

Even Uncle Wuxiang was severely beaten by him, and it is said that he has not fully recovered yet.

With his little talent, how dare he come up to it?

Seeing his refusal, Li Zhen finally stopped forcing him.

It's just a pity.

Monks don't know how to appreciate delicious food, and life is too boring.

Besides, he's not here to fight or kill.

Why bother with such a defensive posture again?

hey~

The world is declining, and people's hearts are no longer the same.

Shaking his head and sighing, Li Zhen wiped his mouth.

Get up and slowly leave Crescent Lake.

Just passing by a bamboo forest, I found an inconspicuous little temple in a secluded place.

When his eyes were fixed on a statue of Gao Yueguang Bodhisattva enshrined inside.

He stopped.

There was a strange light flashing in his eyes.

His expression changed, and he looked at her for a long time.

Li Zhen walked in and picked up three fine incense sticks from the incense table.

Everyone in the world has a worldly atmosphere.

No one observes himself, but no one does not.

The incense of Buddhism is the earthly aura borrowed from believers.

Li Zhen has never looked at himself.

But he understood that there must be red dust in him.

I just don’t know if Buddha is willing to accept this little incense from him.

Also, can it be collected?

He was very curious and wanted to try it.

Ever since.

Just give it a try.

Li Zhen lit three incense sticks with a pinch of his fingers.

Put it in the incense burner and worship it sincerely.

At the same time, I made a wish in my heart.

"Buddha, Buddha!"

"Please ensure that I, a poor man, will live a long life in the future."

Smoke billows.

Covering the face of Moonlight Bodhisattva.

But, nothing happened.

I touched myself and found that there were no missing pieces.

Li Zhen curled his lips, a little regretful.

Sure enough, Buddha and everything else are all lies.

If you want to become an immortal and an ancestor, you still have to work hard on your own.

Forget it, let’s go.

Li Zhen turned around, put his hands behind his back, and left slowly.

Zen Master Dang Zhenxing watched him go away with a vigilant expression.

I hurried back to this ordinary little temple.

Suddenly, I was shocked.

Only saw:

In the incense burner, the three incense sticks lit by Li Zhen quietly went out without knowing when.

Only less than a quarter was burned.

The Moonlight Bodhisattva statue was originally carved from fine mutton-fat white jade.

At this moment, terrifying cracks emanated from the inside out.

It's like a gentle breeze blowing from the outside world.

The entire Bodhisattva statue will collapse with the wind.

But these are nothing.

The thing that scares Zhenxing the most, and even makes her legs and feet weak.

But in the eyes of the Moonlight Bodhisattva statue.

At some point, two lines of tears of blood shed.

"Master uncle, master uncle!"

"Please don't let anything happen to you, old man."

He was trembling, shaking every step he took.

I want to take a closer look at this Bodhisattva statue.

But he was afraid that he would cause some trouble, so he was afraid to step forward.

However, just when he tried his best to overcome the fear in his heart, he tentatively stretched out a finger.

Boom!

The roar started.

Right in front of Zen Master Zhenxing.

That statue of Moonlight Bodhisattva can be called a work of art.

Suddenly, it collapsed to the ground.

A withered body also fell on the incense table.

Lie on your back.

Those empty eyes filled with blood and tears stared straight at Zen Master Zhenxing.

He was stunned and stupid.

Then he wailed loudly.

Outside Wolwon Temple.

Li Zhen, who had just stepped out of the temple gate, seemed to hear something screaming.

Look back and stare.

"what?"

"Why is the incense cloud over this temple gradually dissipating?"

"It should, probably, maybe, it has nothing to do with Pindao!"

He blinked, feeling a little innocent.

Poor people just burn incense.

Besides, your Buddha didn’t agree.

"So, it must have nothing to do with Pindao."

Li Zhen nodded vigorously.

Turn around and run away quickly.

Ma Qianli is returning to Cheshi City this evening.

The soldiers guarding the city were a little puzzled.

You obviously didn't see the commander leave the city, why did he come back from outside?

Moreover, he also brought a close guard.

Scratching his head and wondering, Quan thought it was something confidential.

Ma Qianli was not injured.

We even had two vegetarian meals in the temple and had a rare sleep.

But, he also couldn't figure it out.

The monk from Yueyuan Temple went to great lengths to catch him.

You didn't do anything and just let them go again?

However, I heard from the guards who were captured together with him.

It seems that the thief Tutu of Wolwon Temple has committed a sin that makes people angry.

Even the Buddha couldn't stand it and punished him with thunder.

An ancient Bodhisattva statue in the temple was destroyed.

He didn't care about them and simply let them go.

When Ma Qianli heard this, his eyes widened.

Buddha appears?

And smashed a Bodhisattva statue?

No one would believe this nonsense.

But after Ma Qianli thought about it for a while, he suddenly felt that this was an opportunity!

If it works well, it can't be said to be of great benefit to the current stalemate in the war.

With his mind turning like this, he couldn't care less about what he had and what he didn't have.

He hurriedly returned to the government office, preparing to summon the generals to discuss matters.

And this moment.

There are still guards in front of the official gate.

It was brightly lit inside.

Ma Qianli's guards subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

But he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was staged to cover up the news of his disappearance.

He even stroked his beard and felt that the fighting men under his command had finally made some progress.

However, when Ma Qianli opened the door and walked into the depths of the official mansion.

Then he saw someone sitting in his usual seat.

There was a table in front of the man, and a basin on the table was bubbling.

Next to it, there was a green cow lying.

He was looking eagerly at the various foods on the table.

When the man saw them coming, he was not surprised.

Instead, he raised his head, pointed at the dazzling array of objects on the table and chuckled at Ma Qianli:

"You're back, how about eating something together?"

(End of this chapter)