Seeing my expression of surprise, several people were stunned. Uncle Hu Zi also looked at me with a surprised look on his face and said, "Master, do you know this Zen Master Jueming?"
"I have never seen it, but I have heard about it. You must have heard about the time during the Three Tribulations, when people from the four major Feng Shui schools competed with my master to accept me as his disciple?" I said a little excitedly.
Uncle Huzi suddenly realized something, slapped his thigh and said, "Oh my God, that great monk can't be the leader of the Feng Shui sect of the Bazhai School, the great monk known as the "Southern Monk"?"
"That's right, it's him. No wonder he was able to suppress so many ghosts in that restaurant. Only such a master can do such a big thing. Otherwise, with the hatred of the ghosts in that restaurant, maybe It has long surpassed the terrifying existence of Ruan Na." I said.
Uncle Hu Zi took a deep breath and said: "Master, something is not right. Since Zen Master Jueming is so powerful, why didn't he clean up all the ghosts in that restaurant? It's been two years since then. It has been more than ten years, but people are still dying. This great monk is not doing his job well. Is it because his cultivation is not good enough?"
"Since he is the top figure of the Bazhai Sect and his methods are absolutely superb, I think the main reason is because of the identity of Zen Master Jueming. He is a monk and a monk. He is compassionate and cannot bear to commit murder. He Even if he had the ability, he would not kill all the ghosts, but he could not save so many ghosts at once, so he used the Buddhist method of confinement and sealing to suppress the resentment and hostility of the ghosts and surrounded the restaurant. After reciting the scriptures for three days and three nights, if he didn't do this, it wouldn't be a matter of one or two people dying a year, but whoever entered that restaurant would die, just like the girls' dormitory of Yanbei University. Same." I analyzed.
"Listening to what the young master said, it seems to make sense. It seems that this great monk is really a very powerful master." Uncle Huzi nodded.
"Boss Tang, do you know where the Lingjue Temple is? I want to pay a visit to Master Jueming." I looked at Boss Tang and said.
"I've never been there. I heard that Lingjue Temple is on a remote mountain on the outskirts of Jinling City. There's usually not much incense, and there aren't many monks in the temple. If you look carefully, it shouldn't be difficult to find it. Yes. Let Tang Wu take Master Wu there." Boss Tang said politely.
"Master, are you really going to find Zen Master Jueming?" Uncle Hu Zi said with some worry.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
"The head of the family doesn't seem to be happy that you have anything to do with people from the four major Feng Shui schools. The old man is very jealous. If he finds out, you might get a few more shoe soles on your butt." Uncle Hu Zi chuckled.
"What do you care about him? I have been practicing with him for eight years. It is his disciple's matter. It has been settled for a long time and no one can change it. Is it possible that Zen Master Jueming still wants to keep me as his disciple? Even so. Even if he is willing, I won’t agree to it. When you are a monk, you can’t drink alcohol or eat meat. The most important thing is that you can’t marry a wife, don’t you think so?” I chuckled.
"That's right, let's take a trip." Uncle Huzi stood up and said.
Just do it. Boss Tang and An Yuzhang sent me to the door, got in Tang Wu's car, and the three of us went straight to the southern suburbs of Jinling.
When we went out, it was already evening. After dark, we left Jinling City and drove for dozens of kilometers southward before stopping in the middle of high mountains. There was no way to go further.
After Tang Wu parked the car, he pointed to a hilltop not far away and said, "Master Wu, Lingjue Temple is halfway up the mountain in front. We have to climb the mountain for at least half an hour to get there."
"Let's go. Now that we're here, let's go and meet Zen Master Jueming." I took a step forward and walked towards the mountain road ahead.
As I walked, I thought about Zen Master Jueming. When I was a child, my father said that the monk was quite fat, at least over 200 pounds. In order to steal me as his apprentice, he almost fought with my master Li Xuantong, but then he left alone in anger. .
There is no way, who made me so outstanding and good-looking, the people in the village hope that so many masters will come to my house to accept me as an apprentice. The key is that I am also very stable in learning, and ordinary people can't compare.
I'm also very curious about what the great monk looks like, and what kind of attitude will he have if he knows that I am the original Wu Jie?
If I asked him to take action, he would probably help... After all, I almost became his apprentice.
That proves that I have a destiny with this great monk.
We climbed the mountain for more than half an hour before finally arriving at the entrance of Lingjue Temple.
After looking around, I found that the temple was indeed quite dilapidated, with grass growing on the walls.
Just because this temple is built in such a remote place, it is destined to have little incense.
Who has nothing to do to burn incense and still have to travel such a long distance? The key is that he still has to climb mountains, and he is almost exhausted.
Outside the courtyard of the temple, there is even land planted. There are two large vegetable gardens, and the vegetables in the vegetable gardens are growing vigorously.
It seems that the great monks in this temple are completely self-sufficient. Only such monks are truly practicing.
In today's world, people's hearts are old and the world is cold. Many monks in temples are fake monks. Usually there are five or six people in the temple. When one day the monks hit the clock and leave the temple, there will be beautiful women with luxury cars and fun. He's happier than anyone else.
What is incomprehensible is that there are actually many wealthy people who send large amounts of incense money to those temples in the hope that the Buddha will bless them. As a result, all the money goes into the pockets of those fake monks to provide them with food, drink and fun. , there is no trace of a monk at all.
When I saw this dilapidated temple, I knew that there must be an expert living inside.
The door of the temple was closed. Uncle Huzi walked over immediately, knocked on the door, and shouted politely: "Is there anyone in the temple? We are pilgrims who come to offer incense."
Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from the courtyard. After the courtyard door opened, a young monk opened the door. However, he saw that the young monk's mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and his words were not fluent: " Amitabha...everyone...donors, it's so late, you...you still come to offer incense?"
"Well, little master, let us go in and burn incense." Uncle Huzi said politely.
The little master opened the courtyard door and let a few of us in.
This small temple is very small, with only a few rooms. After entering the courtyard, there is a main hall not far away. In the main hall, the Buddha is enshrined. Uncle Hu Zi and Tang Wu went there to offer incense and kowtow, and each of them took out 10,000 yuan. Money's incense money.
I didn't go. Although I am a Feng Shui master, my master is a Taoist disciple. After all, I am also a Taoist disciple and cannot worship Buddha.
