Uncle Huzi asked little monk Yuankong a few words, but Yuankong never responded, just smiled at him.
Uncle Huzi suddenly felt bored and stopped pestering the little monk Yuankong.
I let Tang Wu and Uncle Hu Zi walk in front, and I walked behind with little monk Yuankong. He was as quiet as if he didn't exist.
"Little Master Yuankong, I see that the monks in your temple all seem to have some disabilities. I don't know how they are caused. I am just curious. If there is any offense, I hope Master Yuankong will not mind." I She looked at him with nothing to say and said.
I originally thought he would ignore me, but unexpectedly he glanced at me and said calmly: "The brothers and sisters in the temple are all abandoned babies picked up by my master from outside and raised alone. Because they were born with disabilities, they There is nothing unspeakable about being abandoned by your parents.”
As soon as I said this, I couldn't help but admire Zen Master Jueming. This is a true monk who is compassionate and saves all living beings.
"Zen Master Jueming is truly an expert in Buddhism. His level of achievement is beyond the reach of ordinary Buddhist disciples." I said with sincere admiration.
Yuankong just smiled and said no more.
And I looked at him, still looking like he was hesitating to speak. Yuankong glanced at me and said, "Donor Wu wants to ask why the young monk has no disability, right?"
I nodded and said politely: "I hope I didn't offend you."
"Amitabha, little monk, I have nothing to say. It's all because I was regarded as an unlucky person by my parents when I was born. I was golden in color, didn't cry, make trouble, or eat or drink. So I was abandoned by my parents in the wilderness. Fortunately, I was met by my mentor. After arriving, I took him back to the temple to practice." The young monk said again.
I nodded, thinking that this little monk's fate was similar to mine.
When I was born, I was regarded as an ominous person by the whole village. I was covered in hair and had sharp teeth. I almost scared the midwife to tears.
It seems that this young monk must also have an extraordinary background, and he has been with Zen Master Jueming since he was born. Although he is two or three years younger than me, he must have practiced Buddhism earlier than me. I only followed the master when I was nine years old. He started practicing as soon as he was born, and his cultivation is probably no worse than mine.
The two of us chatted all the way, and soon walked to the bottom of the mountain and found Tang Wu's car on the side of the road.
After Tang Wu started the car, he looked back at me and said politely: "Master Wu, where are we going now?"
"Go directly to that restaurant." I ordered.
"Okay." Tang Wu responded and immediately led us towards the restaurant in Jinling City.
Little monk Yuankong sat in the back row with me. As soon as he got in the car, he clasped his hands together, held a string of rosary beads in his hands, and recited scriptures with his eyes closed.
In this way, he read all the way, and more than two hours later, we arrived near the restaurant.
At this time, it was only about 11 o'clock in the evening, and there were still many pedestrians walking on this street.
Tonight, a big battle is inevitable, and I can't help but feel a little nervous.
The main reason is that I don’t know much about the cultivation level of this monk Yuankong, and I don’t know what methods he has. If the sloppy Taoist priest is here, I will definitely not be afraid of anything. After all, the two of us cooperate tacitly, but this little monk Yuankong, we are the first This is the first time we are collaborating. Neither of us is very familiar with each other, so it is inevitable that we will feel unsure.
It was still early, and this was a bustling business district. Even though it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, there were still many people there. We could not enter the restaurant until one or two o'clock in the morning, so we could only sit in the car and wait. .
The little monk Yuankong always looked calm. He sat in the back seat for several hours without moving, and just kept reciting scriptures silently.
I have never seen such a monk, so pious.
Soon it was the dead of night, and there was no one around the restaurant.
I opened the door and got out of the car, and when I was about to call the little monk Yuankong, he had already opened his eyes and followed me down with a string of rosary beads in his hand.
Uncle Hu Zi and Tang Wu also got out of the car and followed the two of us.
I looked back at the two of them and said, "This time, Master Yuankong and I will go in together. You two should not follow."
"Master, I have to follow you. You have to have someone to help you." Uncle Huzi said.
"The ghosts in this building are very vicious. They are not much worse than the dormitory building at Yanbei University. But it is a dangerous place where two hundred people died. I don't know what I will encounter. I may not be able to protect you when the time comes. You It's better to wait here with Mr. Tang." I looked at Uncle Hu Zi and said.
"Since Master Wu won't let us follow, let's just wait here to avoid causing trouble to Master Wu like last time." Tang Wu also said at the side.
Uncle Huzi really wanted to go with him, he was the kind of person who was both good and fun-loving, but Tang Wu was completely frightened by the scene last night.
He is not afraid of fighting someone with a knife. This kind of ghost is not something that ordinary people can deal with. Let alone a knife, a gun will not work.
Therefore, Tang Wushiba had to let him follow.
Uncle Huzi didn't insist anymore and followed Tang Wu back to the car.
"Master, be careful. If anything goes wrong, we can go to the mountain to find Zen Master Jueming." Uncle Hu Zi warned.
I nodded and took little monk Yuankong to the door of the restaurant.
He stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, and the door opened with a creaking sound, and a cold wind blew in front of him.
I glanced at the little monk Yuankong. At this moment, he no longer chanted sutras. Instead, he clasped his hands together, hung the string of rosary beads between his two thumbs, and walked slowly towards the house.
Not long after the two of us entered the house, the door closed by itself.
The young monk Yuankong's delicate eyes flashed slightly, a golden light appeared, and he used his clairvoyance method.
I was also quite surprised by this move. It is not easy for those who practice Buddhism to reach the stage of clairvoyance. The young monk has already understood this technique at such a young age. I can’t help but feel more confident about coming here this time. point.
"Little Master Yuankong, all those ghosts should be gathered on the third floor. Last time we only made it to the second floor and evacuated due to an emergency." I said.
Yuankong nodded, took steps, and walked straight towards the stairs.
I followed him, and just after walking a few steps towards the stairs, I heard all kinds of strange noises coming from all directions in the hall on the first floor, including the sound of footsteps, crying, and... Laughter and tragic wails went straight into his head.
After a while, many ghostly shadows suddenly appeared from all directions on the first floor and began to move closer to us.
Good guy, start working as soon as you come in. These ghosts are very anxious.
