I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 485 Master Nyingma

 Inside the rice shop.

 Acha was shocked.

 What is this operation?

 “Teacher Ah Cha.”

Suddenly, Black Rose turned her head and looked into the shop, waved at him and said, "Please come out and explain to everyone."

 Acha: “…”

 The Buddha is here, what should the young monk do? ? ?

“Teacher Ah Cha, what are you doing? Come out quickly.” Seeing him frozen in place, Black Rose waved her hand again.

Ah Ha walked out bravely and clasped his hands together: "Buddha Amitayus."

“Farewell, longevity Buddha, tell me quickly, are you coaxing our children to become monks?” an uncle shouted.

　　Everyone likes to take advantage of others, but this thing is the most vicious curse in the world, and no one wants it to happen to them.

I have to say that Black Rose hit everyone’s pain point with just one sentence.

Ah Cha swallowed his saliva silently and explained: "As you all know, I, the Buddha, never force others to take refuge."

Black Rose sneered: "Only giving them Buddhist scriptures and constantly instilling in them the greatness of Buddha. Isn't this inducing conversion? How can a group of children with immature minds be able to withstand this kind of inducement?"

Looking at the increasingly fierce gazes of these villagers, Ah Cha had sweat on his forehead and said loudly: "We are monks. We have been studying scriptures since elementary school. We only know scriptures. How can we teach the children anything else?"

"Isn't the truth now clear?" Black Rose clapped her hands and said, "You studied scriptures from a young age and were taught the greatness of Buddhism. Then you became a monk when you grew up. You are also a victim of this system. "

 Acha: “…”

this…

 That’s outrageous!

Ah Chu looked at Sister Gui in shock and murmured: "Killing crazy, killing crazy!"

He was sure that, let alone his master, even Taoist Master Qin would find it difficult to deliver such a critical attack here!

“Rose Donor, I am not a victim, I am just an ordinary monk.”

Ah Cha took a breath silently, faced countless questioning and even scrutinizing looks, clasped his hands together, and bowed: "Maybe I shouldn't come today, I'm sorry, I'll take my leave now."

"You can't leave!" The uncle, who was worried about his future, said sternly: "You must explain your words clearly to us here today."

Ah Cha was helpless: "I can only say that you are overthinking. We have no plans to open a church here to accept disciples."

“How do you explain the test of Buddhist affinity and focus on training?” Sister Gui questioned.

Ah Cha was very nervous. In order to avoid making too many mistakes and unintentionally revealing the purpose of their trip, he had no choice but to say: "The poor monk is just a novice monk and has no ability to answer the questions of the donors.

If you must have an answer, please go to Venerable Atisha. He is the leader of our group and the most powerful person in magical power and wisdom. I think he can give you an answer. "

“Sister Gui, let’s go to Atisha and ask for an explanation. We all support you.” The uncle who took the lead said loudly.

Playing tricks in front of her own shop, Black Rose felt no pressure to do it, but when she heard that she was going to the ancestral hall to cause trouble for the monks, she gave up on the spot and said: "If you want to go, you can go by yourself, don't hold me, my Xiami will not be able to do anything today." I didn’t go to the ancestral hall, but if I went to see them, I wouldn’t speak harshly.”

　　Everyone looked at each other, and then the uncle raised his arms and shouted: "Those who have children at home who go to school in the ancestral hall, follow me, and I will take you to ask for an explanation."

 “Well done, Uncle Geng.”

“Everyone, follow Uncle Geng and make sure to find out about this matter.”

 The two young men cheered loudly, encouraging others to join them, and surrounded Uncle Geng as they walked towards the ancestral hall.

"I was the one who exposed this matter. Aren't I a good person?" Black Rose said angrily as she looked at their backs as they left.

“Sister Gui, of course you are good.” Ah Chu gave her a thumbs up, then chased after the crowd.

 “You brat, why do I feel like you are plotting against me?”

Black Rose frowned, and after reviewing the matter, she suddenly felt that this matter might not be that simple, so she shouted into the rice shop: "Xia Mi, I'm going to go out to do some errands. You can keep an eye on the shop at home..."

 In the blink of an eye.

In the ancestral hall, in front of the lobby that was converted into a school, a monk stopped everyone and saluted: "Dear donors, the children are in class, and it is not convenient to go in and visit at this time."

"We want to go in and see what the children are learning. Do you have any questions?" the uncle asked sternly.

 “It will disturb the children, please cooperate with me?” The monk shook his head.

Uncle: "Why should we cooperate with you instead of you cooperating with us and letting us observe your lectures?"

“What are you making a noise about?” At this time, the bearded Atisha stepped over the threshold and asked the monk.

“Sir, these parents want to observe our teaching.” The monk saluted.

Atisha quickly realized something was wrong and looked directly at Uncle Geng: "Donor, what do you mean?"

Uncle Geng was silent for a moment and said, "We just want to come over and see if you are training our children to become monks."

Atisha understood this and immediately said: "Don't worry, we will never induce them to abandon their worldly ties and join Buddhism."

"Then what are you doing to test Buddhism?" Uncle Geng questioned: "If you just want to teach them knowledge, insight, and culture, they should be essentially the same, why do you need to divide them into three, six, and nine? wait?"

Atisha fell silent. This matter was indeed not smooth. Even if he said the wrong word, the already tense bridge of trust between them would be broken.

 “Okay.”

Looking around at the faces, Atisha sighed: "I didn't want to announce this in advance, but the matter has reached this point, and it seems that it is no longer possible not to say it.

Everyone, to be honest, when we come to Gantian Town this time, in addition to preaching and evangelizing, we also have an important task, which is to find the reincarnated soul boy of the previous abbot of the shrine and invite him to return to the clan.

The current abbot of the shrine, Lord Pasiba, calculated that the reincarnated soul boy of the previous palace owner was in Gantian Town, so we came here and conducted a Buddhist test on those children. "

 “Reincarnated soul boy?”

 “Buddha’s fate test?”

Everyone was stunned for a while.

Atisha glanced at them again and said loudly: "The reincarnated soul boy will dominate the shrine in the future and become the master of the monks.

If one of you is the parent of a reincarnated soul boy, you can follow him to Tubo. As the reincarnated parents of the soul boy, just like the Buddha Mother in the Buddhist scriptures, your status in Tubo is comparable to that of a king. "

How about saying that this generation in Gantian Town is useless? After hearing this, everyone's anger disappeared. They could not help but imagine that their children would become soul boys and the whole family would enjoy the blessings.

“Is this true?” Uncle Geng hesitated.

 “Seriously!”

Atisha nodded: "The Lord of the Shrine will arrive in a few days to select the soul children from among the children who are destined to be Buddhas."

Seeing the seriousness of his words, Uncle Geng coughed dryly and said with a smile: "I see, this has caused a scene, I'm sorry to disturb your class."

Like everyone else, all he thinks about now is that one person will become enlightened and the whole family will enjoy happiness. Why do he care about anything else?

What's more, they all have their own little calculations in mind. Don't they think they just need to study for a few more days?

 After the matter of the soul boy has been settled, it will not be too late to take the child out of the ancestral hall. The bet is on the chance of wealth!

 Shaoyan.

Ah Chu ran into Fuxi Hall from the front of the ancestral hall, and stepped into the main hall with a single step: "Master, Mr. Qin, the truth is out..."

 “They are looking for a soul boy, right?” Qin Yao sat on a wooden chair and smiled slightly. Ah Chu was dumbfounded and asked nervously: "Were you there at that time?"

"Taoist Master Qin has not left Fuxi Hall today." Mao Xiaofang said.

　Ah Chu: “…”



“Taoist Master Qin, what should we do next? Soon, Ah Chu asked sincerely.

Qin Yao: "Just wait, the real enemy has not yet appeared..."

at the same time.

Outside Gantian Town, on the unknown green mountain.

The long-faced monk in a yellow monk's robe, with flat black hair and an old face shrank back, and in an instant he came to a yard surrounded by a wooden fence, and asked loudly: "Is there anyone there?"

"who are you?"

 A child with pigtails on his head, who looked to be about seven or eight years old, ran out whirring with a small windmill made of paper in his hand.

"The poor monk Ningma comes from the Tubo Shrine. When he passed by here, he smelled the aroma of food coming from the courtyard. He suddenly felt hungry and wanted to ask for a bowl of vegetarian food." Even when facing a child, the old monk's attitude remained sincere. Said seriously.

"If Master doesn't mind, let's go in and have something together." The woman in a floral coat wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen, saying kindly.

Ningma shook his head and said, "No, no, just a bowl of rice, I'll eat it outside."

“Son, come here and bring a bowl of rice to the master.” The woman stood in front of the kitchen and waved to the child.

The child ran into the kitchen, and soon he came to the fence with the bowl and chopsticks. He tried his best to lift the bowl and chopsticks high and deliver them to Ningma.

Ningma leaned over and took the bowl and chopsticks, quickly ate the rice in the bowl into his mouth, then handed the bowl and chopsticks back to the child, reached out and touched his little head: "Thank you, child."

The child grinned at him and ran towards the kitchen holding the bowl and chopsticks.

 A few hours later, it was evening.

The young woman in the flower jacket walked into Fuxi Hall with an honest-looking man. She knelt down in the hall with tears on her face and kowtowed: "Please Master Mao and Taoist Master Qin make the decision for us."

“Brother Qing, sister-in-law Qing, get up quickly.”

Mao Xiaofang took two steps forward, stretched out his hands to pull the two of them up, and asked, "What happened?"

The young woman in the flower jacket looked full of sorrow and said: "This afternoon, a monk named Ningma came to my house to ask for a bite of rice. I asked my son to give him a bowl of white rice. After he finished eating, he reached out and touched me. My son will die soon... Master Mao, please seek justice for us. "

Mao Xiaofang's heart palpitated and he quickly asked: "Sister-in-law Qing, what does that monk look like?"

Young woman in a flower jacket: "yellow clothes, black hair, flat head, old face, yellow teeth, long face..."

Mao Xiaofang tried hard to recall the group of monks in the Buddhist school, but none of them matched the number!

"Brother Qing, Sister-in-law Qing, please go back first. I will try my best to investigate the matter. By the way, don't touch the child's body for the time being." Later, Mao Xiaofang said softly.

After suffering so much, although he still did not improve his good nature, he learned to protect himself with language.

"Yes, thank you very much, Master Mao..." The couple had nothing to say and left with a lot of gratitude.

“Taoist Master Qin, what do you think?”

Watching the two figures disappearing outside the gate, Mao Xiaofang took a breath silently, turned around and asked.

Qin Yao took out the Demonic Spirit Pearl, summoned the red and white evil spirits, and asked, "How is the cultivation of the evil spirits going?"

Miyake had killed all the ghosts that the two "mother emperors" cultivated last time. It hadn't been long now, and he didn't know the progress of the cultivation of the two mother emperors.

 “It will take at least seven days to give birth to new evil spirits.” Hong Sha said.

“Seven days... no, we can’t wait that long.”

Qin Yao ordered: "Without evil ghosts running errands, this job will be left to you two. Listen up, search the whole town for me, looking for an old monk with flat black hair and a long face and yellow teeth. After you bump into him, Don’t get close, remember the location, and report back as soon as possible.”

"yes."

 The two ghosts accepted the order and immediately turned into light and left.

That night.

 The moon is sparse with stars and the wind is freezing.

Hungry, Ningma slowly walked past the gate with the Gantian Town sign and stepped into the long, quiet and deserted street.

As he was walking forward, he suddenly felt something. He looked up and saw several figures slowly walking towards him with an awe-inspiring coldness.

Ningma paused and narrowed his eyes: "Are you all here for me?"

"We want to ask the master something." Mao Xiaofang said.

 “What’s the matter?”

“Have you ever asked for alms from a family on the mountain today?”

  Ningma: “This is indeed the case.”

 “You also touched that child’s head?” Mao Xiaofang asked again.

 “Is there any problem?” Ningma was puzzled.

 “The child is dead.”

 “What?” Ningma’s eyes widened suddenly.

“The child’s parents said that the child only had physical contact with you today.” Mao Xiaofang added.

Ningma pursed her lips and asked, "Is the child's body still there?"

"It should still be there. I asked his parents not to touch the body for the time being."

Ningma: "I did not do this. Please come with me and have a look."

Mao Xiaofang looked up at Qin Yao and saw that he nodded to him, and then he agreed.

Shortly after.

　　Everyone gathered in the small courtyard in the mountain and were taken into a bedroom by Brother Qing and Sister-in-law Qing.

Facing the frightened and angry looks of the couple, Ningma came to the child's bed, took off the child's clothes, looked carefully, and found no damage, then put her hand on the child's head, closed her eyes, and silently induction.

 “Tantric exercises!”

　　After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and murmured: "This child died from the tantric technique, and even his soul was taken away."

Qin Yao remembered that in the original work, this Ningma master was not the murderer.

But he was not sure whether the story had been magically modified, so he said: "So far, Master, you are the most suspicious. I wonder if you can prove your innocence?"

 (End of this chapter)