"So what if it's me? What were you talking about me just now?" Feng San asked him with cold eyes.
Tong Wu immediately became intimidated, his eyes darting around, "I, I didn't say anything."
Feng San sneered at his cowardly look.
Gu Mingtai continued to look towards Zhang Meng, "Xiao Meng, did you really just feel cold just now?"
Zhang Meng nodded vigorously, "Really, I didn't lie to you."
Gu Mingtai looked at the stone box with an unfathomable expression.
Wu Da stroked his chin and observed the stone box. "This is really strange. Can this stone box actually choose people?"
"Amitabha." At this moment, a loud old man's voice floated in from outside the room.
Gu Mingtai's eyes lit up, and he immediately looked out the door and shouted happily, "Master."
When everyone heard Gu Mingtai's call, they all looked outside the door.
Zhang Meng, in particular, looked at the old man standing at the door with curiosity. He had long hair, was dressed like a farmer, and wore straw sandals. He looked like a normal old farmer.
No one would have thought that this old man was once a famous abbot of a temple.
"Tai boy, I haven't seen you for five years. You have grown stronger." The old monk Jingchen looked at his disciple in front of him with satisfaction.
Gu Mingtai looked at his master with a smile in his eyes, "Master, didn't your last letter say that it wouldn't arrive until the end of the month?"
"Why, don't you welcome your master to come back so early?"
Gu Mingtai was startled and immediately shook his head, "No, Master, that's not what I meant. Of course I hope you come back soon. I also hope you won't leave again. Let me support you for the rest of your life."
Old Monk Jingchen smiled and waved his hand, "There's no need for retirement. I, your master, am used to traveling. I'm not used to staying in one place."
"Hey, this little girl must be your match." Suddenly, the old monk Jingchen looked towards Zhang Meng with a look of certainty on his face.
Zhang Meng took a step forward and called out to him, "Senior."
When the old monk Jingchen heard this address, he frowned and said, "What do you mean by 'senior'? You're too polite. Just call me Master like you do, little girl. Past lives are the result of present lives. Live well in this life. Do you understand?"
Zhang Meng was stunned and stared carefully at the eyes of the old monk Jingchen. She found that the old monk was looking at her with a smile on his face, as if he had seen through everything about her.
At this time, Zhang Meng had to admit that this eminent monk was indeed an eminent monk. One could tell at a glance that she was someone who had lived two lives.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master. Zhang Meng understands."
Old Monk Jingchen laughed heartily. But before long, his expression suddenly changed. He pointed at the stone box in the middle of the room and asked, "Where did you get this?"
Gu Mingtai saw the master's expression and stepped forward to ask, "Master, do you know what this box is?"
Elder Monk Jingchen took a few steps forward and stood before the stone box, examining it carefully for a moment. "This is a five-colored stone box. Legend has it that in ancient times, our goddess of creation, Nuwa, left behind five pieces of raw stone when she was mending the sky. It's said that these five pieces of raw stone were placed in five stone boxes. As long as you gather all five pieces of raw stone, you can open the exit to heaven. But this is just a legend. I never thought it was actually true."
"Where did you get this stone box?" Old Monk Jingchen looked at them all.
"It was given to us by the god of a river when we were on a mission. After giving it to us, the god ascended to heaven without saying anything." Wu Da quickly told him.
After listening to this, Jingchen stared at the stone box in silence.
Gu Mingtai stepped forward and asked, "Master, do you know how to open this stone box?"
"I heard that this stone box can only be opened with the blood of both the descendants of Nuwa and the descendants of Fuxi." Old Monk Jingchen said, stroking his sloppy beard.
"No wonder, no matter what we do, we just can't open it. So this is how it is. But do the descendants of Nuwa and Fuxi really exist?" Tong Wu looked at everyone curiously.
"Are you stupid? This story about the stone box is true. How could there be no descendants of Nuwa and Fuxi?" Feng San looked at him with contempt.
Tong Wu looked innocent. Why did Feng San always go against him?
But his parents taught him since he was a child that men should give in to women, otherwise, he would have quarreled with Feng San a long time ago.
Old Monk Jingchen withdrew his gaze from the stone box, touched his round belly with one hand and said, "Disciple, Master is hungry. Go and invite Master to eat."
"What do you want to eat?" Gu Mingtai looked at his master who was dressed in slovenly clothes.
"It would be best if we had meat and wine. I, your master, have been traveling around for the past few years, and I've only had a few meals a day. I can't even eat meat all year round. I'm craving meat right now, so you must make sure I have enough."
"Well, Master, aren't you a monk? Can monks eat meat?" Zhang Meng asked him curiously.
Old Monk Jingchen chanted the Buddha's name loudly, his face full of ease. "Amitabha, monks are not allowed to eat meat, but there are no monks now. To follow the local customs, I can only eat meat and drink wine. I also know that the Buddha will not mind. Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart."
Gu Mingtai smiled. Don’t think he didn’t know that his master often drank secretly when he was still in the temple.
Zhang Meng followed their master and apprentice out of the supernatural organization.
At the request of Master Jingchen, the three of them went to a state-owned restaurant in the county town for dinner. They ordered two meats, one vegetable, and one soup, and a bowl of rice for each person.
"Why is there no wine?" Old Monk Jingchen looked at his disciple Gu Mingtai with dissatisfaction.
"It's not that I don't want to give you wine, but now you need a ticket to drink. I, your apprentice, don't have one, so you can just drink it with plain water."
Old Monk Jingchen snorted at his disciple, "Zhang girl, from now on you must take good care of this brat for me. He doesn't respect me."
Zhang Meng secretly glanced at Gu Mingtai and found him winking at her. Zhang Meng smiled and then promised Master Jingchen with a serious expression, "Yes, Master, I will definitely take good care of him in the future."
"That's pretty good." Old Monk Jingchen immediately gave Gu Mingtai a smug look.
The dishes in the state-owned restaurant were all very oily and fried very fragrantly. Zhang Meng finished the entire bowl of rice by herself.
Old Monk Jingchen was even more terrifying. Not only did he eat up his bowl of rice, he also ate up the soup in the plate. He just kept licking the soup all over the plate with his mouth. When he had licked all the plates, Zhang Meng felt that the kitchen staff of the restaurant probably wouldn't have to wash these plates anymore.
When the three were about to leave, Zhang Meng didn't expect to meet Dean Zhao here.
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