Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"I wonder which monastery you are from?"

The alms monk said kindly at this time.

"I don't dare, I'm just a wandering monk." The old man replied, "But the path is at this moment, so I only stayed for a few days."

"Since both of us are destined, let's go have a meal."

"please……"

"please!"

The monk who asked for alms didn't seem too polite, so the two of them came to the backyard. We happened to be sitting at a table, while the rest of the Shi family drank wine and ate meat at another table.

Of course, they didn't know that the old man ate meat and drank wine, but there seemed to be no meat or wine at his table. What he ate was vegetables and what he drank was plain water. The monk in front of me didn't seem to mind, and just took care of himself, eating and drinking. The more I looked at this monk, the more I felt something was wrong, but when I saw his shabby cassock and a bunch of old beads, I became a little suspicious.

But there seems to be nothing wrong with this outfit.

So it’s not easy to find fault in the eggs.

"please!"

These two people seemed to be very polite.

I clearly heard the old man's stomach growling. His peripheral vision caught sight of the chicken, duck and fish on the other table, and he kept swallowing his saliva.

"Amitabha."

He muttered something, then closed his eyes and smelled it.

I smiled but said nothing.

"By the way, have you just come to this town recently?" The monk asked with a smile.

"yes."

The old man replied.

"No wonder, I see that you two are strangers to each other, so I ask this question. I hope it's not strange." After the monk finished speaking, he took a sip of water into his mouth.

"Do you move around this area all year round?"

the old man asked.

"No, I'm often in the county. This time I came home and wanted to come and have a look. After all, my hometown is the temple on the mountain in the town." The monk answered.

"Something strange..."

We were eating, and at this time, someone came in from the door, it should be the housekeeper and some people, talking and laughing.

"What's wrong?"

I said casually.

"It's really strange today. I see some monks going door to door asking for alms. Is it some kind of festival recently? I haven't heard of it yet?"

The butler said one more thing.

"Who knows?"

Someone replied.

"not good."

I suddenly thought that the voice from last night was still echoing in my ears. They were said to be experienced professionals and were obviously here to get information. Moreover, this method was absolutely effective, because no one was stupid enough to doubt a beggar. Monk.

"By the way, tomorrow is the day to talk about Buddhism. I wonder if you will go to Guangjie Temple?"

I asked suddenly.

"Of course, of course."

He smiled and nodded.

"What a weird thing."

Someone said, "The past few years have not been called a time of famine. Why are there so many monks?"

Yes, this has to make people suspicious, but now I can only pretend not to know, because at least we can get to Guangjie Temple in the county in time on the day when we are teaching Buddhism.

We said goodbye to the Shi family in the afternoon, so we prepared our things and headed to the county seat.

Sure enough, I saw many monks along the way, like a gang of beggars who came out to inquire for information. Each of them looked suspicious, as if they were secretly staring at the outsiders.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you something."

We said as we walked.

"What's going on?"

The old man was absent-minded and stared around.

So, I told what happened to those monks that night, and also recounted their conversations in detail.

"Monk?"

The old man was a little confused, "Look, are they..."

The old man suddenly pointed at the monks who were inquiring about the news, "I think something is wrong with them, that's how it is."

"You see, their hands seem to be worn out by frequent use of weapons, and they are very strong." The old man observed carefully, and almost no small movements could escape his eyes.

"But fortunately they don't know us so..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a monk came over.

However, the monk looked kind-hearted. He held a broken bowl in his hand and said, "Two donors, please do well and the Buddha will bless you!"

Obviously, it was made clear that they wanted to ask us for money.

"this……"

I dug into my pocket and decided to take it out. After all, at this juncture, I still didn't want to make a fuss.

I gave ten dollars.

"You are so generous." The monk smiled and said, "You are not a local, are you?"

"How do you know this?"

I was a little surprised.

"If you're a local, how could you give me ten yuan? It's only fifty cents or one yuan at most." The monk said with a smile.

"You're really accurate."

I answered nonchalantly.

"But……"

Suddenly, the monk's face seemed to change. I even saw him smiling like a heinous sinner, with a strange smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Then I saw the hand holding the bowl trembling slightly.