The first time Lu Hanjiang heard the name Master Bugui was not long after he joined the Jinyi Guards. This man was a world-famous wandering monk. Not only in the world, but also many important figures in the court had heard of him. A person's name.
The age of Master Bugui should be similar to that of Lingxu, the abbot of Northern Shaolin. Before Lu Hanjiang was born, he was traveling around the world, doing good deeds and accumulating virtues in various states around the world. He was respected as a Living Buddha by the world, and he was almost a benchmark figure for Buddhist monks.
However, Master Bugui does not belong to any force. Since his debut, he has been a solitary monk. He does not stay in any one place, does not have close friendship with anyone, and does not get involved in the affairs of the world.
This is also the reason why Jin Yiwei has never taken care of him. There are countless strange people in the world. As long as they are not bastards who clamor to be chivalrous and righteous and then use force to break the ban, the court will generally not care.
Jin Yiwei's energy is not unlimited. He is already tired of dealing with this group of weed-like people, so why bother to cause so many troubles to him again.
However, judging from the current situation, it was Jin Yiwei who misjudged Master Fugui this time. I am afraid that Master Fugui is not a peaceful solitary monk. The power hidden behind this monk is equally astonishing.
But soon Lu Hanjiang no longer struggled, because it was not just his imperial guards who had misled him, but the entire world had been deceived by the old monk.
To this day, people all over the world still think that this monk is an ascetic who devotes himself to spiritual practice. People have to admire the power of this old monk.
His thoughts returned to reality, and Lu Hanjiang, led by Monk Lingjing, came to a thatched cottage in the back mountain.
"Master Bugui came here a few months ago to wait. Donor, please hurry up and invite me." Monk Lingjing stopped in front of the thatched cottage, and then made a gesture of invitation to Lu Hanjiang.
Lu Hanjiang was not in a hurry to step into it. He first took a look at Master Bugui's residence. It was next to a pool. The water came from a clear spring flowing from the top of the mountain behind, forming a waterfall here.
The water reflects the spiritual realm and cleanses the dusty heart. At first glance, it is indeed a place with a very sublime artistic conception. I am afraid that this is also one of the treasures of Northern Shaolin. They are actually willing to lend this place to Master Bugui to live. This also shows that this master His reputation is indeed astonishingly high.
However, after Lu Hanjiang approached the thatched cottage and closed his eyes to feel it for a while, he couldn't help showing a strange expression on his face. He turned back to Lingjing and asked: "Master Lingjing, I don't know who came up with the idea. Doesn’t Master Gui live here?”
Monk Lingjing looked at Lu Hanjiang strangely and said, "Why did the donor ask this? This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is a rare geomantic treasure land in the world. Is there anything wrong with arranging Master Bugui here?"
Lu Hanjiang said meaningfully: "That's true. It has mountains and water. It's a great place."
After saying that, he laughed, stepped forward, pushed open the wooden door of the thatched cottage, and stepped inside, leaving Monk Lingjing behind, confused.
Shangluo, who was following behind, curled her lips and did not follow Lu Hanjiang into the house. She was not interested in Master Bugui. Instead of going in and listening to two people talking riddles, it was better to take a good tour of the Northern Shaolin.
So Shangluo took Yongle and left. The little princess was still a little confused at this time. She followed Shangluo and asked as she walked: "Aluo, husband, what does he mean? The sage said that the wise are happy in water and the benevolent in mountains. The scenery in this place is superb, what’s wrong with it?”
Shangluo turned back and pointed at the waterfall behind the pool, and said slowly: "Is this also called excellent? Normal people who live here will definitely be disturbed by the sound of the water breaking. I think some small-minded person may have let people sleep on purpose. My family lives here, and I just want to drive them away as soon as possible."
Yongle was stunned, and then she looked back, and sure enough, the sound of the waterfall seemed to be natural and wonderful at first glance, but when she thought about it carefully, such a place was indeed not suitable for living.
Seeing Yongle's astonished expression, Shangluo smiled and dragged him away.
But Monk Lingjing, who was not far behind them, had a look of disbelief on his face at this moment. He was the narrow-minded guy that Shangluo said.
But the world can tell, Lingjing definitely did not want to drive away Master Bugui. He really felt that the scenery here was unique and it was a good Feng Shui place for Zen meditation and Taoism.
But now after listening to Shangluo's explanation, he closed his eyes and felt it, and found that there was no need to talk about Zen. The sound of rushing water made his scalp numb, and he couldn't calm down at all.
Not to mention how much self-blame and embarrassment Monk Lingjing would feel outside, Lu Hanjiang entered the thatched cottage and finally met the rumored Master of No Return.
I saw this old monk with a long beard, gentle eyebrows, and a kind face. Sitting on a futon, he looked as kind as a Buddha statue. With his slightly dark skin and thin body, he looked like an ordinary old man at first glance. Praise, only those old but not cloudy eyes.
The old monk's coarse cloth robes have been washed and turned white. He has a broken bamboo stick that can be seen everywhere in his hand, and a pair of simple woven straw sandals at his feet. This is Master Bugui's entire wealth.
After Lu Hanjiang came in, he looked down at him quietly. After a long while, he said, "Master Bugui, I have admired your name for a long time. You won't be surprised that I didn't bring a gift when I came to visit you for the first time."
"Amitabha."
Master Bugui stood up from the futon. His withered body was thinner than expected. When he stood up, he could not reach Lu Hanjiang's shoulders.
He raised his head and said slowly: "The donor came from afar. This sincerity is the best gift. I have thanked you."
Lu Hanjiang asked with a half-smile: "Since Master Bugui is willing to come out and meet each other, why bother talking about such self-deceptive words anymore? Just now a young monk said that Buddha is everywhere, could it be that Master Lian and others, Can you also see Buddha?"
"Why not?"
Master No-Gui raised his left hand slightly, and Lu Hanjiang noticed that there seemed to be something in the other's sleeve. He squinted and stared at the cuff. After a while, a black and blue scorpion crawled out of it.
"This is this?" Lu Hanjiang asked enthusiastically. He had learned about poisonous insects in the world based on illustrated books, but he had never seen this type of scorpion.
The scorpion let out a hoarse cry of "hissing", climbed up Master No Return's arm to his shoulder, and pointed its index-finger-long tail needle at Lu Hanjiang, as if on guard.
Master Bugui raised his hand and touched the scorpion and said: "This scorpion is the most poisonous thing in the world. Just one drop of scorpion poison can kill hundreds of people. However, I kept it by my side and never harmed it in my life." One person passed."
"Oh, so what?" Lu Hanjiang's eyes moved away from Scorpion and fell back on Master No Return.
Master Bugui replied: "This is a naturally poisonous creature. As long as it never hurts anyone, there's nothing wrong with saying a word of kindness. Since I stepped into the Jianghu of the Central Plains, I have never killed anyone without permission in half my life, and I have never harmed anyone in half my life. What I have done is , are all great virtues and good deeds, so why can’t we see the true Buddha?”
