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386: Daming Hanshan Temple, Ksitigarbha and Diting. (Please subscribe.)

Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang had personally witnessed the methods used by the powerful Martial King at Hanshan Temple.

That was a scene that shocked the world and made the gods and ghosts weep. A seemingly ordinary fishing line was like a magical weapon in Meng Sheng's hands, indestructible.

Zhu Yuanzhang then looked at the sky and said directly to his fourth son: "Now, rush to Hanshan Temple as quickly as possible and hand this letter to Senior Meng Sheng. Remember, you must get a reply."

"Even a spoken word will do. The Kyushu Continent is changing too fast now. Our Ming Dynasty can no longer sail on the sea."

"Big fish from the bottom of the sea emerged one after another, causing a whirlpool to appear on the originally calm lake surface."

"If the Ming Dynasty was involved, there would be no way out."

Zhu Di, who was about to deliver the letter, was confused by these words. He himself did not quite understand what was going on.

After that, he bowed to Zhu Yuanzhang and turned away.

Although Di was only 16 years old, he was already as strong as an ox and could easily eat half a sheep in one meal.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the departing figure and sighed deeply.⒉

"Are we really old? We don't even have this much determination anymore."

Then he looked up at the sky, and saw the sun setting in the west.

, the sunset glows like a scene of thousands of troops fighting.

Hanshan Temple of the Ming Dynasty.

There seemed to be a lake under Meng Sheng's feet, but in fact there was a vast ocean underneath.

The entire Hanshan Temple is located on a small island floating in the center of the sea.

Meng Sheng is an old man fishing sitting on the edge of the island.

Even though Meng Sheng has been fishing here for many years and has a dark skin, he looks strong and does not look like a man who is over 8000 years old at all.

At this time, the abbot of Hanshan Temple came to the lake with a little monk about seven or eight years old.

However, Meng Sheng, who had not moved for many years and whose body was covered with snow, attracted the attention of the little monk.

"Master, didn't you say there are no fish in this lake?

What's more, the ice is six or seven feet deep. What's the point of the old man sitting on the fishing boat fishing? "Then the little monk suddenly had an idea and blurted it out.

"Is this what you call cultivation, Master? But this old man is so strange. I didn't see him reciting any Buddhist scriptures."

The little monk then touched his head, expressing his confusion.

Then he looked down at the lake below his feet and found that there was no living creature swimming at all. Fishing here was simply asking for trouble. It was impossible to catch anything, not even aquatic plants.

"This!" The abbot of Hanshan Temple was a little confused about how to explain it.

But in the next moment, the ice under their feet seemed to melt.

There was a sound of bubbles coming out continuously, which gave the little monk a fright.

Then a thin fishing line rolled towards the little monk from the bottom of the lake. Seeing this, the abbot of Hanshan Temple slowly left the lake.

At the moment when the abbot of Hanshan Temple left, the little monk

He was a little confused, but soon he felt the sudden restraints trying to pull him to the bottom of the lake.

But no matter how the little monk struggled, he was still entangled by the fishing line and dragged directly into the water.

The abbot of Hanshan Temple who was standing nearby took a look at the lake and bowed with his hands in his hands.

"Amitabha, good, good, please help me."

At this time, Meng Sheng, who was fishing on the lake, suddenly reeled in the line quickly. With a "splash", the little monk tied with the fishing line appeared in front of Meng Sheng.

"Ah... go."

The little monk who had just come out of the lake was shivering, and a "long dragon" appeared on his nose, which made people feel sick.

Then Meng Sheng put the little monk on the fishing boat and said jokingly.

"I usually just go fishing, but I didn't expect that someone would fall out today!" Meng Sheng muttered to himself and looked at the abbot of Hanshan Temple in the distance.

"Old bald man, don't you think so?"

Upon hearing this, the abbot of Hanshan Temple just smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and then replied.

"Mr. Meng, I am bald, so why do you have to add the word 'old'? I am more than 1000 years younger than you, and I will never be as old as you even when I am old."

At this time, the little monk who was shivering with cold finally came to his senses, but he had already started to feel sick in the wide part of the fishing line, so he said a little aggrievedly.

"Master, how can you cheat your apprentice like this? If you had told me earlier that this senior is your friend, I would never have endured this beating.

Then he bowed slightly to Meng Sheng who was holding the fishing rod.

"I, the junior, please listen carefully. Please forgive me for disturbing your meditation."

Meng Sheng put away the fishing rod in his hand and finally said with a smile: "You little thing, you thought I was sick just now, but now you have become so well-behaved."

"Just like your master, Dizang, the old man, he is full of evil intentions.

The abbot of Hanshan Temple, Dizang, who was standing nearby, put away his smile and said seriously, "A traitor has appeared in Buddhism, and he actually kept such an evil instrument as the human bone rosary. I would like to ask Mr. Meng to help me once."

After hearing this, Meng Sheng slowly opened his eyes and said seriously: "Don't think I don't know. Your cultivation may be stronger than mine. You are fully capable of solving this problem by yourself."

"Also, you know that if you want me to help you, the price is very high."

Meng Sheng raised his head and looked at the snotty-nosed little monk listening on the fishing boat, then his voice softened.

"You can ask me to help you, but I'll have to brew twenty jars of Bamboo Leaf Green for me."

After Meng Sheng said this, he stared at Dizang who was hesitating beside him.

For monks, drinking alcohol is a taboo, let alone brewing wine by themselves.

But he still underestimated Dizang's hatred and dissatisfaction towards the ancient Buddhist Tantric Buddhism.

Finally, Jizo slowly closed his eyes, put his hands together, and chanted: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Please forgive me, Lord Buddha. This is also for the sake of saving the people of the world."

"If the ancient Buddhist secret human bone rosary explodes, countless people will die."

Even Meng Sheng, who heard this, couldn't help but say in his heart: "If you want to talk about shamelessness, you, Dizang, are second to none. Who dares to say that you are second to none?

This is the young monk on the fishing boat listening carefully.

It took a long time for Ji Shidi Zang to react to what he heard.

Although the little monk's eyes were a little dazed, he reacted.

"Am I dreaming? The master is actually going to make wine for people."

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387: Buddhist telepathy! Listen carefully to the Buddhist genius! (Please subscribe.)

"Although Master made a living by brewing wine before he became a monk, that was many years ago.

"After all, the ten great Buddhist precepts are not to kill, not to commit adultery, not to steal, not to lie, not to drink alcohol, not to put on makeup, not to sing and dance or listen to music, not to sit on a high and wide bed, not to eat at inappropriate times, and not to hoard gold, silver, or other valuables."

"Not drinking alcohol is already a precept, let alone brewing wine for others."

The young monk has copied these precepts tens of thousands of times now, and he must know how important these precepts are in his master's heart.

Then the little monk looked at his master who closed his eyes with a look of disbelief.

Meng Sheng, who put away his fishing rod, did not seem to get the answer he wanted.

Suddenly his face changed, and then he said: "You old bald head, did I say that Buddhists don't tell lies? What's wrong with you now?"

"I tell you, there is only one chance. If you miss it, you miss it. Although I, Meng Sheng, am not a good person, I will say

"It's still a good thing."

"Even if the price is unreasonable, we can still negotiate."

"I won't take your things for nothing. I will leave my own legacy in Hanshan Temple. What do you think?"

And Ksitigarbha, standing on the lake, still had his eyes closed and said nothing.

This made Meng Sheng a little anxious, and then he said angrily: "You stupid ass, is this not enough?"

"You must know that my water law is second to none in the Kyushu Continent."

"Or do you think little of my martial arts heritage?"

"Hey! Hey! Can you please say something, old bald guy?"

"Fifteen jars of Bamboo Leaf Green plus my martial arts heritage, I tell you this is my final compromise."

As the young monk listened and observed attentively, he felt that Meng Sheng seemed to have gone through a great ideological struggle before deciding to lower the price.

Judging from his expression, although there was some request in his expression, it was actually just a psychological game between Meng Sheng and Dizang.

But this kind of psychological game is what Buddhism is best at.

When Meng Sheng first came to Hanshan Temple, he was addicted to alcohol.

But he was often scolded by Dizang.

Over the past two thousand years, Meng Sheng's addiction to alcohol has been completely cured by Dizang.

How could Meng Sheng miss such a rare opportunity for revenge?

At this time, Dizang, who had his eyes closed, seemed to notice Meng Sheng's move, but when it comes to psychological games, when has he ever lost?

As Meng Sheng became more and more impatient, just when he wanted to quit, Dizang opened his eyes and said slowly: "Zhuyeqing, I can give you at most ten jars..."

Before Dizang could continue, Meng Sheng interrupted loudly.

"You old bald donkey, you are so stingy. I have been guarding your door for thousands of years, but you don't even give me the slightest bit of face."

"Twenty jars of Bamboo Leaf Green, at least fifteen jars are needed, otherwise there is no point in discussing this."

Finally, Meng Sheng threw the fishhook without bait directly into the distance.

At this time, Dizang, who had not finished speaking, saw Meng Sheng like this, smiled, and then said: "Add fifteen jars of Baihua wine, a total of twenty-five jars of fine wine, plus the one you just drank.

The martial arts inheritance of the Law of Water.

Hearing this, Meng Sheng smiled like a child and said, "I thought you were a reliable monk, but I didn't expect you to be so generous."

But Meng Sheng did not mention a word about what he had just said and quickly agreed, fearing that the other party would go back on his word.

At this moment, Meng Sheng had already recalled the ecstatic scene he had experienced more than two thousand years ago.

And then a voice of "Ah...go" broke the picture.

When the little monk Di Ting raised his head, two pairs of big eyes were staring at him.

He was directly frightened and clenched his hands tightly, and instantly felt a chill on his back.

Because it was too cold, the young monk Di Ting didn't hear the conversation between the two clearly at all.

At this time, Meng Sheng said in his heart: "Since he is so familiar with the old place, he must have drunk a lot in private, and he even persuaded me to quit drinking. The most outrageous thing is that I actually quit drinking."

"Look, this time when I go out, I will definitely reveal the secrets of Hanshan Temple.

Let me reveal something and see if the old bald donkey moves. "

After Meng Sheng finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, shook off the snow on his body, and felt much more comfortable.

The last voice broke the silence again.

"My master is obviously very young, and he definitely never drank in private. How can you, as a senior, slander him?"

"We Buddhists never tell lies. Besides, there are no secrets in Hanshan Temple."

After hearing this, Ksitigarbha, the abbot of Hanshan Temple, instantly took the little monk Diting in his hand as if he were taking something from the air.

Meng Sheng, who had come to his senses, couldn't help but smile: "I didn't expect that after fishing for many years, I would be tricked by a fish today."

"You, my little disciple, Dizang, have you learned something that you have been unable to learn for thousands of years, the Buddhist supernatural power - telepathy."

Meng Sheng looked at Dizang and didn't say anything, and he felt certain in his heart.

"Haha, Dizang, your little disciple is only seven or eight years old at most, but he has such ability. This is the first time I have seen such ability."

"I have something to discuss with you. If you agree, I, Meng Sheng, will be there whenever you call."