Everything was within the great monk's expectation and under his control.
For such an expert, I naturally don’t know what he is thinking or what he is going to do.
But since he knew my purpose of coming and his attitude towards me was pretty good, he probably wouldn't embarrass me too much.
I smiled and said: "Zen Master Jueming, you are really good at predicting things. Last night, I went to that restaurant. I didn't expect that the ghosts in that restaurant were so fierce, and the number was not ordinary. Later, it was found out that you, the old man, had taken action to imprison and seal the ghosts in the restaurant, so that they did not cause greater disasters. Therefore, I want you to come out this time, and I will give you a hand to seal the ghosts in the restaurant. All the ghosts have been dealt with, and I really don’t want to see anyone die in that restaurant again.”
The fat monk smiled slightly, looked at me and said: "You asked the poor monk to take action, and the poor monk took action? Don't you want to lose face?"
"Fat monk, I advise you not to be disrespectful. They all say that the family is compassionate and saves all sentient beings. It was you who arranged the seal there to imprison those ghosts. Since you have intervened in this matter, you cannot ignore it. , If you don't care, I will stay here and not leave. I will eat and drink from you every day. There are two big eaters outside. They will eat up your temple and the vegetables you grow outside in three days. It's all gone to you." I said with a smile.
The great monk also laughed: "Interesting, interesting... It seems that you are still relying on the poor monk. You don't have to leave. The poor monk failed to accept you as his disciple. It was a regret in his life. You can stay here." It's better here. The poor monk will conquer you in a while, and he will be ordained and become a monk. You will stay in this temple for the rest of your life, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name. Let's see how you can meet that eight-tailed fox again."
"I've taken it, but ginger is still old and spicy. Let's make a clear decision, great monk. How can I take action? Do you want me to donate millions of incense money to the temple?" I looked at him and said.
"Money is something external to the body. A poor monk has nothing. He only has enough to eat and drink. What is the use of money?" Zen Master Jueming said with a smile.
"What does the master want?" I asked again.
Zen Master Jueming suddenly became solemn, looked at me and said, "Boy, this poor monk wants you to promise something."
"Master, please speak." I looked at him and said.
"When the poor monk wanted to accept you as his disciple, he saw that you have a great opportunity. No matter what happens in the future, you must remember the kindness of the poor monk. If these people in my temple meet When you are in trouble, when life or death is at stake, you must lend a helping hand." Zen Master Jueming looked at me for a moment and said.
I thought to myself, what kind of condition is this? It doesn't seem to be difficult, so I said: "Zen Master Jueming really thinks highly of me. In terms of cultivation, I am not one-tenth as good as you. Apart from some yellow and white things, there seems to be nothing that can help the temple." Are you the masters here?"
"Don't worry about this, you just need to agree." Zen Master Jueming's face remained solemn.
I had no choice but to nod and say: "Okay, since the Zen Master said so, I agree. If the monks in Fangui Temple have a high horse but a short stirrup, I, Wu Jie, will definitely sacrifice my life to help. How about that?"
Only then did Zen Master Jueming have a smile on his face, and he said: "Not bad, good, good, good..."
Then, Zen Master Jueming's eyes fell on the little monk not far away.
The little monk sat on the futon, silent all the time, as if he didn't exist.
I have talked so much with Zen Master Jueming, but he has never said a word, and there is not even a trace of fluctuation on his face.
This man is probably a god.
"Yuankong, please go down the mountain and follow this boy." Zen Master Jueming looked at the young monk and said.
The young monk saluted Zen Master Jueming and said respectfully, "Yes, Master."
I was a little surprised. After working together for a long time, Zen Master Jueming did not intend to go with me. Instead, he sent a young monk to follow me.
This little monk looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, several years younger than me. How can he be so young?
But then I thought about it, since Zen Master Jueming asked him to follow him, there must be something special about this young monk. Moreover, I just observed the young monk and wanted to see his condition through his face, but found that nothing could be seen. , this little monk seems to be completely natural and impeccable, so he must be very extraordinary.
Seemingly seeing my doubts, Zen Master Jueming added: "Boy, the disciples of the Feng Shui King are good, but the disciples of the poor monks are naturally not much worse. Just keep your heart in your stomach. I am like this." Disciple will definitely be able to help you defeat the ghost in the restaurant."
I nodded, bowed to Zen Master Jueming again, and said respectfully: "Thank you very much, Zen Master Jueming, for your help. Then will this junior leave with Master Yuankong?"
"Let's go." Zen Master Jueming waved his hand.
At this time, the little monk Yuankong had stood up from the futon and followed me.
I took the little monk and walked outside.
As soon as I left the house, I heard the great monk saying to himself: "There is a destiny in the dark. What should come will always come, and what should go will always go. You can't force it. For more than twenty years, The injustices sown before are over today..."
What the big monk said was very Zen-like, so I didn’t think too much, so I took the little monk out and headed down the mountain.
When I left the temple, I looked back and saw that the monks were still standing in the courtyard.
These monks seemed to have some disabilities, and they didn't look very normal. Only the little monk Yuankong who was following me looked normal, but he didn't like to talk much.
Uncle Huzi saw me coming out with Monk Yuankong, so he came close to me and whispered: "Master, why didn't Zen Master Jueming come with you? Doesn't he agree?"
"No, he just sent his apprentice out to visit with me." I explained.
Uncle Huzi glanced at the little monk Yuankong and said with some worry: "Master, this is still a child. He looks like a teenager. Is it okay?"
"That said, I started training when I was seventeen. I was not very young at that time. Can you say that I have no ability?"
"That's right. Since he is the disciple of Zen Master Jueming, it should be good." Uncle Hu Zi nodded.
Monk Yuankong may have heard what we said, but he still said nothing and just walked quietly behind us.
Uncle Huzi immediately came over, smiled and said to the little monk Yuankong: "Little master, it is very dangerous to go to that restaurant with our young master this time. Do you have any magical weapons with you?"
The young monk just smiled at Uncle Huzi and didn't say anything.
"Little Master, there are very scary ghosts there, can you handle it?" Uncle Huzi asked again.
The little monk still smiled faintly and remained silent.
