Chapter 232 The Old Monk and the Young Monk
The night was dark and scary.
Lonely souls roamed among the withered trees. The north wind howled, sweeping the top layer of snow, like thin sand rolling across the ground.
From afar, there was only a solitary lamp in the vast snow and wind.
That was an inn.
The moon was high in the sky, and two figures, one big and one small, appeared on the rugged mountain road in front of the inn.
These are two monks.
An old monk, looking gaunt and skinny, was wearing a thick cotton robe that seemed to weigh him down. The few strands of white beard under his chin seemed to be about to fall off in the wind.
Next to him was a little monk, who looked about seven or eight years old, also wearing a thick cotton coat, dressed like a ball, with red lips and white teeth, and was incredibly cute. His face was rosy, and he didn't look cold at all.
Two monks, one old and one young, came to the door of the inn and knocked.
Knock knock knock.
"Who is it?"
A seductive voice answered the door, and a woman in a red headscarf peeked out.
The old monk said, "Shopkeeper, we are just wandering monks passing through. We would like to ask for a place to stay and... some food."
The woman glared and raised her eyebrows: "There is not much business all day long, but you poor monks are here to have fun. No, no, go somewhere else!"
"Hey." The old monk grabbed the crack of the door and pleaded, "Look, this is a desolate place. I think there's only one store like yours within a radius of dozens of miles. Even if you don't give us food, at least let us stay in the woodshed for one night."
The woman's eyes sparkled, and she was about to say something else when she heard a gruff voice behind her asking, "Madam, who are you talking to?"
"It's nothing. They are just two poor monks begging for alms. They are worse than beggars. They stink and don't have any meat on them. Yet they are trying to imitate others and become wandering monks. I will chase them away now!" the woman replied.
“No, no.”
Then a fat man with a face full of flesh shouted repeatedly, then he pulled the woman away and opened the door.
The wind and snow poured into the house, and the candlelight inside the door suddenly dimmed.
"Oh, two masters, you must be frozen. Come in, have a bowl of hot soup and rest for a night." The man warmly invited the master and apprentice into the house.
"Amitabha, thank you very much, donor." The old monk thanked repeatedly.
The little monk also followed suit and put his hands together, looking solemn and cute.
"Go and fry two vegetarian dishes, warm up a bowl of hot soup, and serve them to the two chefs." The man said to the woman with raised eyebrows.
The woman was still somewhat reluctant, but she did not dare to disobey, so she twisted her not-so-thin but plump waist and ran to the kitchen muttering something.
The inn was not very big, with only about three or five tables in the small hall on the first floor, and they were all occupied by guests at this moment.
The two monks were arranged by the man to sit at the only empty table, and next to them were three wealthy men who looked like wandering tycoons, all with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and beards with scars. Their straw raincoats and bamboo hats were piled up on the side, and it seemed that they had also come from far away.
The three noble guests were chatting happily when they saw two monks sitting over. They looked at each other and smiled.
One of them started by joking, "Little monk, do you know... why there are more people in the north than in the south?"
The little monk glanced at him and shook his head slightly.
"Hehe." Another high-handed guest said with a sly smile: "Look at the weather outside. The winter in the north is bitterly cold. Every household cannot go out. They can only give birth at home."
"Ha ha……"
The old monk sighed slightly, as if sighing that these people did not care about food or meat and told dirty jokes to the children. But strangely, the old monk did not stop them.
At this time, the man brought two plates of vegetarian dishes and two bowls of hot soup, placed them on the table, and said, "Please enjoy your meal, and drink the soup first to warm your stomach."
The old monk did not thank him, but sighed again.
The little monk simply put his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted scriptures.
"Hey?" a wealthy customer asked, "Monk, why don't you eat? Do you think this is a small mountain shop with crude cooking skills?"
"Yeah, why are you sighing again?" Another person laughed and said, "Are you sighing that the vegetarian dishes are not to your taste and you want to eat meat?"
The old monk sighed and said, "I sigh for you. You are born obsessed and ruin the law of fate. Why do you bother?"
"Um?"
As soon as he said this, the faces of the guests in the inn changed.
The old monk didn't waste any words, he put his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha——"
boom--
As he chanted the Buddha's name, it seemed as if the heaven and earth changed drastically, and all the light and shadows around him seemed to fade.
A warm little building in the mountains suddenly turned into a dilapidated house made of broken tree trunks, and the wind and snow from all directions suddenly poured in.
The vegetarian dishes on the table instantly turned into two plates of severed human fingers, and the two bowls of hot soup turned into bright red blood, still steaming in the cold wind.
The heroes at the same table turned into three wild badgers. Guests at other tables also turned into various mountain spirits and wild beasts.
As for the boss and his wife in the kitchen, one turned into a wild boar and the other turned into a long snake.
The sudden change happened in just a moment. All the mountain spirits and wild beasts were terrified. Only then did they realize that they had offended Tai Sui, and they wanted to flee in all directions.
Unfortunately, the old monk said again: "Good, good——"
In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible wave spread out. These evil spirits that had gathered in the mountains to harm people suddenly broke apart at the same time! Amid the bangs, only one evil spirit survived.
It was the long red-spotted snake that the proprietress transformed into.
The little monk stood up without knowing when. He raised his hand and caught the long snake in his palm, turning it into a small red light.
"You are the only monster in the field who has had a kind thought. Because of your kindness, I will allow you to come to my Demon-Suppressing Pagoda and listen to the sutras for five hundred years."
The young monk said something softly, and without giving the snake demon any chance to resist, he simply put it into his sleeve with one hand.
The lively scene just now suddenly turned into just the master and his disciple alone in the wind and snow.
The young monk said to the old monk, "Twenty-four people have died here. Just chant the sutra twenty-four times to pray for their souls to be reborn."
"yes."
Upon hearing this, the old monk sat cross-legged on the ground respectfully and began to chant scriptures.
After a long time, he stood up again and asked, "Master, where are we going next?"
It turns out that of the two, the young monk is the master! After hearing his question, the young monk thought for a moment and said, "The Buddhist meeting is about to begin. Let's go back to the mountain."
As he said this, he raised his hand.
A dead leaf on the ground was picked up by an inexplicable force, and suddenly swelled up in the wind, expanding to about ten feet long and wide.
The young monk stepped on first, and the old monk followed closely behind.
Immediately, a huge dead leaf rose up into the wind and whistled away.
By the early morning, the outline of Shenluo City could already be seen.
Hongdu Mountain and Bailong Temple are right at your feet.
The two monks did not enter the temple directly, but landed on the ground far away and watched.
Today is the day when the Buddhist Association at Bailong Temple begins.
The so-called Buddha Fate Meeting is a grand event that has been passed down in Bailong Temple for thousands of years.
That is, monks from all over the world or people who believe in Buddhism can participate and strive for the Buddha's Dharma.
The final Buddhist fate is divided into several levels. The best fate method may be a treasure of the White Dragon Temple, the upper-level fate method may be a volume of ancient scriptures in the Sutra Library, the middle-level fate method may be to become a disciple of the White Dragon Temple, and the lower-level fate method may be a consecration and exorcism performed by the elders of the temple...
As for what kind of Buddhist affinity you can obtain, it all depends on fate.
In the early years, the Buddha's Fate Association was once a supreme event for Buddhists all over the world.
However, in recent hundreds of years, with the rise of Yunfu Temple and the decline of Bailong Temple, the Buddhist affinity has gradually shown signs of fading.
But it is also known as the Flower City Conference, and is considered to be the only two grand events in Shenluo City.
but……
This year's Huadu Conference was suddenly held in winter, and it was close to the time of the Buddha's Fate Conference, which had always been held in winter. The reputation of the Buddha's Fate Conference suddenly fell to its lowest point in history...
This also allowed the monks of White Dragon Temple to see the true colors of these so-called devout believers.
When you have a woman, you forget about Buddhism...
What the hell is piety?
Therefore, this year's Buddhist Association was forced to make some reforms.
Originally, the conference was watched spontaneously by believers. However, in order to attract more people this year, the first round of the Buddhist Association was changed to see which participant could attract more popularity.
And now is the time to start registration.
A small incident occurred at the gate of the mountain temple.
The young monk who was recording the list of contestants asked a handsome participant with a smile.
"Name?"
"Li Chu."
"Profession?"
"Taoist priest."
“……”The smile on the little monk’s face gradually disappeared.
After making sure that the person in front of him was serious and not joking, the young monk asked slowly.
"This donor...are you here to challenge me?"
I just realized that this book already has nine leaders. It's hard to complete the chapters, and I feel bad... I've been playing Douyin recently, so why not share my Douyin account when there are ten leaders? Let those who are interested see what Liang Chaowei from Jilin looks like, and attract some fans. (I also follow more than a thousand beautiful anchors on Douyin) (End of this chapter)
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