"Master, I have something to ask during this trip." The middle-aged man was obviously a little suspicious, but seeing the monk's compassionate face, he didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and took a futon, asked the monk to sit cross-legged, and then Ask.
The Tulou has always been a place where all three religions and nine streams gather together, let alone the monks. The wandering Taoists are out and about, and even many people from the government come to the Tulou to inquire about the news. Therefore, they are not surprised at all, and they just think that the monks in front of them are a little incompetent. Asking about trivial matters, so it is not considered caring.
"May I ask the donor, have you heard of recent changes in Nangong Mountain?" The monk was still compassionate, but now that he was sitting cross-legged on the futon and speaking, his words were a little louder.
The ground was damp and cold, and the man was holding a golden hook to play with the charcoal fire. Hearing the monk's words, the charcoal fire suddenly regained its brightness, "Where did you hear this, sir? Although the gate of Nangong Mountain in Yizhang is not long, it can be said that it will not last long." This is a practicing sect, and Buddhist sects should not inquire into what is going on here. I don’t know why the guest is so elegant."
The monk recited a Buddhist chant loudly, with a calm expression on his face, "You really shouldn't inquire about such things, but the abbot of the temple entrusts a poor monk to come here, so it's better not to go against the master's wishes. In addition to Nangong Mountain, there are countless cultivation sects in the world. Whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, not all people who are proficient in cultivation will end up in the world, there will always be those who voluntarily settle down in a corner."
The middle-aged man looked the monk carefully up and down again, slightly bent his fingers, then flattened his knuckles, and said gently, "If you want to ask for news about Nangong Mountain, the price is not low. After all, this is the matter. He's big. If the price is insignificant, it would be a bit of a bargain." Then the man stood up, picked up a pot of water, put it into the charcoal fire, and said calmly, "Look at Master's clothes, he probably came from afar. , The waiter before was also unreasonable, he lured me here by himself before even giving Master a cup of tea, it was really against the rules, Master please don't take offense."
Although the description states that this place is a wine cellar, it is not actually the case. From here, it still takes hundreds of steps to reach the area where the wine is stored. Even so, the surrounding walls are still covered with blue bricks to block the heat. At this moment, green smoke is rising from the tea stove, steaming upwards. Although the basement is cramped and cramped, all the hot steam is absorbed by the green bricks, so it does not appear hot.
The monk still had a calm face, sitting quietly on the futon with his eyes closed and his hands folded, not looking at the middle-aged man in front of him at all.
"The tea has been brewed, Master, you might as well try it." After a while, the man had refilled the tea, brought his hands to the monk, and said with a smile, "Although the art of making tea is not elegant, I still know a little about the rules. ,please."
The monk opened his eyes, nodded and smiled. He held the bottom of the teacup with his left hand, reached forward with his right elbow, slightly cupped the side of the teacup with his palm, and held it firmly in his hand. He thanked him calmly, then took a slow sip and sighed. He said, "Good tea. There is rarely a time to drink tea in the temple. Even if I drink one occasionally, most of it is the leaves I picked from the mountains and forests. The taste is very different. I have to thank the donor."
The man took back his hand, suddenly shook his head and said, "Originally, I thought that most of the world's masters were in the sect, and the rest were in the court army. I lit up two armfuls of lanterns in the five religions, but I couldn't find any of them. Now it seems , but I am ignorant."
"I wonder what the guest officer wants to ask?"
The monk drank a cup of tea soup cleanly and held it in his palms. "The eminent monk, the abbot of our temple, once calculated that there were seven wonders of Buddhism on Nangong Mountain. However, due to his old age, he could not calculate the seven wonders of Buddhism. The wonderful thing is, so I sent a poor monk to go out to look for it. I would like to ask the donor, can you tell me who is holding the wooden clam?"
There was silence in the dark room, except for the boiling water in the furnace, there was no other sound.
"Sir, I'm sorry to say something ugly upfront. If you want to ask about such a big thing, the price is really not cheap." After a long time, the man looked up and said, "It is true that the Seven Wonders of Buddhism are sacred objects of Buddhism, but aside from In addition to being a Buddhist sacred object, it is also an object whose power is higher than that of a spiritual treasure. I think the guest officer also knows how heavy it is."
"We still need to see what the almsgiver wants to exchange for the poor monk." The monk clasped his hands and immediately smiled. "The poor monk really doesn't have any ordinary money on his body. He only has a pair of monk's shoes, a yellow cassock, and a piece of paper in his luggage." , no matter how many objects there are, the poor monk will really be short of money."
It's an understatement, as if it's the way it should be.
The man was speechless for a moment, then frowned and thought for a moment, but not long after, he looked at the lonely monk in front of him and said, "In this case, it is better for me to form a good relationship, and treat it as a blessing to Master from Tulou. No other items are needed. Master only needs to report the name and location of the temple. As for the whereabouts of the Seven Wonders, Master will naturally trace its whereabouts in two days."
But the monk didn't even think about it, and said loudly, "North of the Yuan Dynasty, there is no temple, the poor monk's name is Yingsu."
The man nodded, wrote down something with pen and ink, and then took out a scroll of bamboo slips and handed it to the monk, "This kind of bamboo slips is unique to my earth building. Once the sale is completed, within three days, the things the master asked about will naturally appear on the bamboo slips." . I never deceive customers when doing business in Tulou. Master only needs to stay here for three days and he will know."
The monk took the bamboo slip and nodded with a smile, "The poor monk is not in the world, but he knows that the reputation of Tulou has always been excellent. Of course, he is relieved, but he has to worry about it for another three days. Besides, he is short of money, so he can't help but feel a little short-changed."
It wasn't until the monk thanked him and left that the man walked back to his seat and stared at the words "Don't Seek Temple" on the paper with a clear expression on his face.
Only in such a big temple, which has been hidden for thousands of years, can such a monk walk out. Because of his cultivation in the three realms, he can't see clearly what the realm is inside the old yellow cassock. He can only feel that the monk Wherever you sit cross-legged, you will be the same as you are, blending into the surrounding scenery.
Probably only the appearance of the Seven Wonders of Buddhism can make monks who do not seek temples seek something.
"The world is really small." The man closed his eyes.
As the shopkeeper of Zihao Tulou, in Zihao alone, dozens of new faces have come here in recent days. There is no distinction between them. They all come to inquire about things in Nangong Mountain. The Buddhist Wooden Tridacna appears in Nangong Mountain. , is no longer a secret, but who owns the Tridaca now, many people have come to ask.
The price of exchanging this news with Tulou was even more surprisingly heavy.
"Since it is a treasure of Buddhism, why should others interfere with it," the shopkeeper of Tulou shook his head and put away the rice paper in front of him, "I can test the weight by passing tea to distinguish whether he should be called guest guest or master. Others are testing, Could it be that you want to see what King Kong’s angry eyes are like?”
