Plane hunting

Chapter 466 Ancient Temple Giant Rat
The old monk didn't seem to have seen the purgatory-like killing scene in the temple at this time, put his hands together, nodded to Huang Shaohong, and walked in.

The little monk behind him also followed in tremblingly, and walked away from Huang Shaohong, and walked around the wall to a dry place on the other side of the main hall. After putting down his luggage and umbrella, he greeted:
"Master, this place is clean, come here to rest!"

Huang Shaohong saw that the only place in the mountain temple was clean at this time, he immediately raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "That's where I rest!"

"You..." the little monk just wanted to argue, but when he remembered that this person was a murderer, he immediately flinched and dared not speak.

After the old monk entered the temple, he took advantage of the half-candle light left by the bandit to look around in the mountain temple, then chanted the Buddha's name, took out a small hoe from under his white monk robe, and pointed it at the mountain temple. The little monk ordered:
"Shifang, ashes to dust, go and bury these corpses behind the mountain temple!"

The little monk called Shifang, although he was holding an umbrella when he opened the door, but the night outside was dark and cold, the wind was strong and the rain was strong, and a lot of rain splashed on his face. Clear as it is.

After the little monk wiped off the rainwater and rested in the temple for a while, Huang Shaohong finally saw his original appearance clearly, and found that he was [-]-[-]% similar to the actor surnamed Liang in Hong Kong Island.

At this time, when the old monk called the young monk "Shifang", Huang Shaohong couldn't help but move his eyes, and finally confirmed his guess, this world should be the one he thought of.

The little monk called 'Shifang' heard his master ask him to dispose of the corpse, his expression was bitter, he stepped forward to take the hoe from his master, and discussed:
"Master, it's dark and windy at night, and it's raining outside, why don't you bury it tomorrow morning?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "Hurry up, remember to put all these corpses together and let them rest in the ground."

"Oh..." the young monk Shifang's face became even more bitter when he heard the words, with a hundred reluctance on his face, he discussed: "Master, the back of the temple is too heavy, why don't we just bury it in front of the temple?"

The old monk glared at his apprentice: "Which tomb have you seen buried in front of the temple? Are you afraid that it will attract the wrath of the gods, make these people fly away, and bring disaster to their descendants?"

As soon as he stared, Shifang immediately faltered, said "Oh", turned his head to look at Huang Shaohong, then turned back to the old monk's ear and said:

"Master, this person is not like a kind person, be careful of the Golden Buddha!"

The old monk's face remained unchanged, and he said softly: "Speak less and do more!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the corpses of zombies cut off by Huang Shaohong on the ground and said:

"These two female corpses are full of resentment. I'm afraid they are not strangers. Let's put them in front of the temple and wait for the firewood to be burned tomorrow morning. Be careful when carrying them, so as not to get blood stains on them!"

Huang Shaohong looked at the old monk in surprise, and thought that the old monk had some tricks.

After the old monk made it clear, he found a clean corner, sat cross-legged, and began to recite the scriptures. His face was full of sorrow, facing the corpse on the ground, and he probably recited the Buddhist "Mantra of Rebirth" Class, special incantation scriptures for saving dead souls.

Huang Shaohong was bored, held Yitianjian in his arms, lit a cigar, leaned against the temple gate, and watched the little monk from Shifang carry the corpse back and forth leisurely.

Although the little monk Shifang didn't know what a cigar was, seeing him so leisurely, and thinking that these corpses were his masterpieces, but he had to suffer for himself, he immediately became angry.

He wanted to complain about something, but he always thought of the scene he saw when he opened the temple door and looked back. He glanced at Huang Shaohong, gritted his teeth, swallowed his complaint, and continued to work.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and by the time Shi Fang finished his busy work, the already damp monk's robe had been completely soaked through by the rain, dripping water continuously.

After closing the temple door again, Monk Shifang took off his robe and twisted it vigorously. Although it was still damp, it was much better than the dripping situation just now.

Just as he was about to put on the still damp monk's robe again, suddenly a long cotton robe was handed in front of him. Shi Fang looked up and saw that the person who was handing over the robe was the person who made him frightened and angry.

Seeing Shifang's complex eyes, Huang Shaohong chuckled, "Young monk, you should catch cold in wet clothes. I just have dry clothes here, so I'll give them to you."

Shi Fang looked at the dry cotton robe, his expression was quite moved, and he was hesitating when he heard his master say:

"Since the benefactor asked you to wear it, you can wear it. A monk eats a variety of meals and wears a variety of clothes, so there is no need to be too polite!"

Although the old monk looked indifferent when he spoke, he still looked at Huang Shaohong with some surprise in his eyes, because with his eyesight, he couldn't see where the other party took out the clothes.

Shi Fang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and after thanking Huang Shaohong, he reached out to take the robe and put it on.

Huang Shaohong smiled at the old monk: "Master can take it easy!"

The old monk nodded to Huang Shaohong and said: "I don't think the benefactor is like a person with great evil, but the evil spirit in his body is like a ghost. In the future, he needs to accumulate virtue and do good deeds to get rid of the evil spirit, so as to avoid karma in the future!"

The little monk Shifang's face turned bitter when he heard what his master said, thinking of Huang Shaohong's previous appearance of being alone with a sword and corpses all around him, fearing that he would become angry from embarrassment, he immediately laughed and said in a low voice:
"My master is old, and his brain is not working well. He is just joking, don't mind the benefactor!"

Huang Shaohong ignored Shifang, but smiled with the old monk: "Master's golden and jade words, I will remember them in my heart!"

"However, Master misunderstood what happened today. The people I killed just now were all bandits. It is said that they came all the way from Jinhua after chasing an old and a young monk with gold. If you have evil intentions and want to commit murder, I still have to bear it on behalf of others!"

The little monk Shifang was taken aback: "Isn't that chasing me?"

"Shifang, go clean the statue of the mountain god!"

The old monk interrupted his apprentice, then nodded to Huang Shaohong and said, "Golden jade is not good, I just hope that the benefactor will not kill, and the poor monk will have immeasurable merit!"

Huang Shaohong sneered, shook his head, and did not speak.

Shi Fang knew that he had slipped his tongue, stuck out his tongue, walked over and found a rag from his luggage, went outside to wet it with rainwater, and went to wipe the statue himself.

But while he was working, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and asked, "Master, don't our Buddhist sects worship Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats? What are you doing wiping this statue?"

The old monk stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed to the mountain god twice before explaining to his apprentice:
"Mountain gods and land, although they belong to ghosts and yin gods, they guard one side and belong to the ghosts and gods of fortune. We, the Samanas, should also respect them. Come and worship them after you finish wiping them."

Shiwan nodded ignorantly and said, "Understood Master!"

"Huh..." Huang Shaohong smiled kindly when he clearly saw the glaring statue of the mountain god after the old monk had finished speaking.

When he blinked and looked again, the smile disappeared, and the statue was still the same.

Huang Shaohong thought for a while, opened the door and stomped out the cigar on the ground, then took out three incense sticks from his luggage and lit them, then walked to the statue, put them in the dilapidated incense burner, and bowed respectfully a few times according to Taoist rituals.

Although he inherited the inheritance of the great shaman, he studied scriptures in Wudang Mountain in the "Dragon Snake World" for a period of time, and he was favored by Lao Tzu, so he thought he was a member of the Taoist sect.

Whether it is the mountain god or the land, they are all yin gods in Taoism. There is no reason for a monk to worship, but he is indifferent.

After the worship, seeing that Shifang had wiped the statue of the god, he also bowed to the statue, then walked to the old monk, took out two hard steamed buns from the luggage, and handed one to the old monk, and the master and the disciple took it. I started chewing on it in my hand.

Shi Fang smiled proudly, "I'm sorry to be the benefactor, but we only have the last two steamed buns left, but we can't invite you to enjoy them together!"

"Ten directions!"

The old monk glared at his apprentice, and then said to Huang Shaohong: "If the benefactor has never eaten, the poor monk should ask the benefactor to eat the steamed buns!"

Huang Shaohong looked at the steamed bun in the old monk's hand, and suddenly there were two teeth marks from biting, and there were red blood stains on the teeth marks, he couldn't help but feel nauseous, is it gum bleeding?
Disgusted, he quickly refused: "No need, Master, I brought my own food, so I don't need to trouble Master!"

As he spoke, he walked behind the statue and took out an alcohol pot. In addition, there was a black bag filled with hot pot ingredients such as mutton, fish balls, and dipping sauces.

The little monk Shifang stared wide-eyed: "When I wiped the statue just now, there was nothing. Where did you put these things?"

Huang Shaohong chuckled: "Maybe you didn't pay attention!"

He poured in the hot pot base, lit the alcohol pot, and after a while the soup was boiling, and the strong aroma of the hot pot wafted out.

Shi Fang looked at the dry and hard steamed bun in his hand, and looked this way eagerly.

Huang Shaohong put mutton into the pot. When the soup boiled again, the meat was cooked. He took a bite with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he pretended to invite sincerely:

"Masters, this is authentic lamb meat. The meat is delicious and has no smell. If you two don't dislike it, why don't you use some together?"

The little monk Shifang swallowed his saliva, forced a smile and said, "No, no, we are monks who can't eat meat."

After speaking a single sentence, he swallowed three times, which shows that the little monk's words were not right.

On the other hand, the old monk's concentration is hundreds of times stronger than his disciples. He looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his mouth with his heart. He said calmly, "That's fine!"

After speaking, he got up and came over to sit cross-legged next to the pot, clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, benefactor!"

After all, without using chopsticks, he stretched out his hand like a pot, picked up a piece of mutton from the boiling soup, put it in his mouth, chewed it for two bites, and swallowed it.

Both Huang Shaohong and Shifang looked at the old monk in a daze, and the former even asked: "Master, does the old Buddha know that you eat meat?"

The old monk picked up another piece of mutton and ate it, and said nonchalantly: "The wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha sat in his heart. For those who practice Buddhism in my generation, all four things are empty. In the eyes of the poor monk, this mutton is no different from green vegetable steamed buns."

Shi Fang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he leaned over and said with a sneer, "Master still said that, then I'll eat it too."

The old monk opened his eyes wide and pointed at the mutton in the hot pot and asked, "What is this?"

Shi Fang didn't understand, so he replied, "Mutton!"

The old monk scolded angrily: "I see it as a vegetable steamed bun, but in your eyes it is mutton. It proves that you haven't cultivated to the realm where the four elements are empty. Go copy the Diamond Sutra ten times, and then recite the Great Compassion Mantra five thousand times!"

"Ah, Master." Shi Fang had a bitter expression on his face, you can eat it yourself if you co-author it.

The old monk yelled while chewing the sliced ​​meat: "Hurry up!"

"It's the master!"

Shifang responded, walked to the side of the luggage aggrieved, took out a writing brush that was about to become bald, dipped it in the rain that dripped in from the temple gate, and began to write the Diamond Sutra on the floor tiles.

The monk nodded in satisfaction, muttered a few words and started eating.

Huang Shaohong's hearing was astonishing, he could hear the old monk's mumbled words clearly, and suddenly his hair was blackened, and he heard the old monk say:

"It's really unfilial to want to grab meat from Master!"

Huang Shaohong rolled his eyes, thinking of playing tricks, he immediately pretended to accidentally sneezed, and the spitting stars turned into a rain of flowers and shone in the soup pot.

"I'm sorry, master, I may have caught a cold and I couldn't hold back for a while!"

The old monk shook his head, and suddenly sneezed too. Most of the spitting stars flew into the pot, and he said with the same apology:

"It seems that the poor monk has caught a cold too. Donor, let's eat it quickly. If you eat more of this hot mutton, your body will be warmer!" After speaking, he didn't seem to notice the foaming stars of the two before, and continued to eat the meat.

Huang Shaohong was dumbfounded, and clasped his fists and said, "Master is really good, I'll take it, this pot of meat will be given to Master to enjoy, I have other food!"

As he spoke, he walked to Shifang, took out two steamed buns and handed one to the young monk, and asked in a low voice, "Is your master always so shameless?"

Shifang took the steaming steamed stuffed bun in surprise, took a bite and his eyes lit up. Hearing Huang Shaohong's question, he sneaked a glance at the master and saw that the old monk was eating with his back to him. Nodding his head, he answered his question.

"Copy the Diamond Sutra thirty times!"

The old monk did not turn his head and directly increased the price. The young monk Shifang immediately gave Huang Shaohong a bitter look, and then replied: "Understood, Master!"

After the three of them finished their dinner, the old monk returned to his seat and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He burped from time to time after eating and drinking. The smell of mutton made people wonder if this eminent monk was a monk.

The ten-fang monk who copied the Diamond Sutra [-] times with rainwater on the ground began to recite the Great Compassion Mantra [-] times. It is estimated that he will not be able to sleep that night.

Huang Shaohong held the Yitian sword, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and meditated, he suddenly felt that the Great Compassion Mantra had a hypnotic effect, and casually reminded Shifang to turn up the volume slightly, in exchange for the latter's eyes full of resentment.

It was windy and windy outside for half a night, and it didn't seem to restrain at all. On the contrary, the wind and rain became stronger and stronger. From time to time, lightning flashed across the sky, bringing rolling thunder.

'banging'

The gate of the temple was blown open by the wind and rain, and the burning candles in the temple were extinguished immediately.

Shi Fang hurriedly got up and went over to close the door, but at this moment, through the opened temple door, he suddenly saw a fiery red lightning meandering down from the nine heavens, striking a distant mountain.

When the red lightning appeared, it instantly illuminated the entire night sky, followed by a thunderous sound, which was deafening and at the same time, made the ground tremble with the sound of thunder, which shocked Shi Fang into astonishment. He took a few steps back.

Huang Shaohong and the old monk opened their eyes and looked outside at the same time. They both felt a huge coercion permeating the moment the red lightning fell, and at the same time, there seemed to be a sharp roar amidst the thunder.

"Shifang, close the door!"

The old monk gave a soft drink, and the young monk Shifang came back to his senses in an instant, and hurriedly closed the temple door.

At this time, red lightning bolts fell from the sky one after another on the hilltop in the distance, and at the end, several bolts of lightning flashed together and intertwined together, which was extremely frightening.

Both Huang Shaohong and the old monk got up and walked to the window, looking through the window lattice in the direction where the thunder fell.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two of them shrank at the same time, and at the moment when the lightning illuminated the night sky, they both saw a black light rising from the top of the mountain, tumbling up and down between the Thunder Snake grids.

Huang Shaohong was a little unsure, and asked the old monk, "Master, can you see?"

The old monk nodded: "It should be the ghost in the mountains who crossed the catastrophe, I hope I don't come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the black light turn around and come straight to this side, and the red lightning that fell from the sky followed closely behind, striking down one after another.

Huang Shaohong turned his head and said in admiration: "Master, this is the legendary crow's mouth, right?"

The old monk didn't have time to quarrel with him, and immediately shouted: "Shifang, quickly bring the teacher's magic weapon!"

But the black light was flying like lightning, and it was already approaching in a blink of an eye, so there was no time.

The old monk directly took off the beads on his neck and hung them on the door bolt, and recited the scriptures with his hands clasped together.

The black light approached and slammed directly towards the temple gate, and at this critical moment, a white ray of light rose from the temple gate.

At the same time, the old monk's Buddha beads also shone with golden light, and the black light was blocked by two rays of light, one white and one gold, as if it was being burned, and at the same time as bursts of white smoke came out, there was a "squeak" in the black light miserable voice.

Wu Guang resisted for a moment, then shot back, standing in the void more than a dozen feet away in front of the temple, his body appeared, but it was a wild boar-sized, black-covered, red-eyed mouse with sharp beak and fangs.

The big mouse raised its two dog-legged front paws in a pilgrimage, and then said: "I beg the mountain god to protect this encounter, my king will be very grateful!"

Huang Shaohong sneered in his heart, this mouse asked for help from others when it was in trouble, but he was very angry, and there was a faint feeling of being condescending, if he was a mountain god, he would not care about him.

Sure enough, after the mouse said something, the white light in front of the door not only did not restrain, but brightened even more.

(End of this chapter)