You say it is the beginning of the third lunar month, the warm wind is coming, and in a blink of an eye it is the slight summer heat in June.
This season is the most humid and sultry time of the year, and Huang Donglai and his party also crossed the Qinling Mountains and entered Xi'an in these few days.
Let's say that at dusk that day, the four of them walked down the mountain road and when they reached the northern foot of Guifeng Mountain, the sky was gradually getting dark.
At this moment, the outlines of several buildings appeared in the distance.
Although it was still far away, all four of them could tell that the shadow was most likely a temple.
So, they quickened their pace and wanted to try their luck before it was completely dark and see if the monk in the temple would let them stay for a night.
Let me briefly mention here that the relationship between Buddhism and Taoism at that time was quite good, so generally speaking, it is okay for Taoists to "hang orders" in monk temples; of course, if your ability allows, it is best It's also "meaningful" to add some incense to others. If you really don't have it, forget it. Anyway, don't just hang around without giving money.
To make a long story short, Huang Donglai and the others are very fast, and this distance can be reached by just raising their legs.
But when they arrived at the temple gate, they were dumbfounded...
All I could see was that there was a crowd of people in front of the temple at this moment. A large group of people lined up in a long queue, all the way from the temple gate down the mountain road, and the queue reached very far away. The end of the queue could not be seen at a glance.
"What's going on? It's getting dark today, and there are so many people queuing here? Are you queuing up all night to grab concert tickets?" Huang Donglai immediately complained in his mind.
Fudozi, Lin Yuancheng and Tyrell were also confused.
Just when they were wondering, a monk wearing monk's robes came towards them holding a lantern.
"Hey! How many of you? What are you doing?" When the monk opened his mouth, it was in a lecturing tone. He didn't even say "Amitabha", he didn't even say "donor", "Walk in line over there, are you?" How did you get here?"
"Uh... this master..." Huang Donglai didn't compete with the monk. He just took a few steps forward and replied politely, "We are just passing by. We just came down the mountain, but we didn't know that there were so many people waiting in line. This is for..."
"Huh? Passers-by?" When the monk heard this, he raised his eyebrows, raised the lantern a little higher, and looked at Huang Donglai and the four of them. "Oh...then you are not locals?"
"No." Huang Dong replied.
"Ha... then it's no wonder you don't know." The monk's tone softened a little at this time and turned into a feeling of pride. He turned his head and motioned to those who were queuing up at the entrance of the temple, and then said, "These people all come here to seek medical treatment."
"Seeking medical attention?" Huang Donglai added another sentence, hoping that the other party would continue talking.
"Yes." The monk continued arrogantly, "Everyone in this Hu County area knows that the ninth day of every month is the opening ceremony of Mr. Xiong Fengshan, the miracle doctor of Wuren Temple. During the consultation, so every night on the eighth, eighteenth, and twenty-eighth day of the Lunar New Year, there will be a long queue here... Everyone is afraid that if they arrive late, they will not be able to see Mr. Xiong."
While the monk was speaking, Huang Donglai quietly turned his head and exchanged glances with the three companions beside him.
Obviously, the four of them are strongly skeptical of this so-called "miracle doctor"...
First of all, if this "miraculous doctor" really has extraordinary medical skills and wants to help the world, wouldn't he just open a medical clinic in the city? Why did you come to this temple to stay and do this whole "clinic opening every ninth day" thing...?
Secondly, the words and deeds of the "monk" in front of him did not look like a monk who cultivated his moral character. Instead, he looked like a vicious servant of the local tyrants and evil gentry. In fact, Huang Donglai, who had an extremely sensitive sense of smell, had already smelled the smell of wine and meat from the other man. So he was very sure that this was definitely not a serious monk... Then would the "master" of such a person be a good person?
Third, as we have mentioned before, in the past twenty years, there have only been three "miracle doctor" figures among the people. They are: "Medical Sage" Qing Feiyun, "evil doctor" Yue Qicheng, and "Fairy Hands" Hu Ning'er.
Although Huang Donglai is young, as a person who aspires to become a "Bai Xiaosheng", he has heard of these three names for a long time.
However, this is the first time Huang Donglai has heard of this "Xiongfeng Mountain"...
To sum up, although it was just his first time here, Huang Donglai had basically concluded that the so-called "miraculous doctor" in this temple was a liar, and the possibility that the "Wuren Temple" in front of him was a den of a fraud gang was also very high.
"Oh, that's it..." Huang Donglai paused for a moment before speaking again, wanting to test the monk, "Then... Master, we don't want to see a doctor, we just want to stay here for one night. I don't know how expensive it is." Can the temple make it easier..."
"What? Stay overnight?" And the monk's reaction was consistent with Huang Donglai's prediction. Before he could hear Brother Huang finish what he said, he interrupted impatiently, "No, no! I didn't see how busy we are here. Where do you have time to entertain idle people like you?" He said, waving his hands, making a driving gesture, and continued, "Go, go, go, wait in line if you want medical treatment, and hurry up if you don't want medical treatment. Come on, don’t sneak around here and get in the way.”
The wording he used in this statement was actually considered "very polite" in his own opinion.
According to the context, the phrase "leave quickly" should be "get out of here". If it weren't for the purpose of maintaining the "monk" persona, this guy would have said something even more unpleasant.
When he heard this, he kept silent, but he couldn't listen anymore.
I saw the old Taoist step forward, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of the "monk", staring at him with an unhappy look on his face.
Ladies and gentlemen, this guy is over a hundred years old, but he looks like a young man in his twenties or thirties, and he is about 1.8 meters tall. Under his robe, he is covered in sinews, and his two arms have tendons... …
Such a strong man poked the "monk" in front of him and stared at him with a condescending look. The latter must have been a little scared.
"You...what are you going to do?" The monk only stared at him for two seconds before feeling his scalp numb and instinctively retreating.
"Are you really a monk?" Fudozi looked into the other person's eyes and asked word by word.
"Of course...of course." The monk stuttered a little because he was afraid.
"Why don't I feel like it..." Fudozi said, "How about you recite a few lines of the Diamond Sutra to me?"
By this time, the monk had somewhat recovered from his fear. Maybe he was a little angry out of fear, and a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his face: "What's the matter? Looking for trouble, right? I Why did you sneak down from behind the mountain? Are you here to cause trouble?" As he said this, he immediately turned back and shouted at the top of his voice, "Brothers! Come on! There are a few here. Troublemaker!"
This guy is really in a hurry. Words like "brothers" that don't seem to be used by monks are blurted out.
And his "brothers" also reacted quickly, because several "monks" who were patrolling elsewhere had also noticed the situation here, so when they heard their companions calling for help, they all ran over quickly. .
But when I saw this group of so-called "monks", all of them were very skilled and had fierce eyes. In addition to lanterns, they often carried sticks and sticks, and some even held ropes. They looked like they were always fighting with others. style of painting.
As soon as the battle came out, the people queuing up nearby also cast their eyes over and watched the excitement.
"Don't, don't, don't... misunderstand! Misunderstanding!" However, Huang Donglai did not let the fight break out after all, "Fellow eminent monks! My senior... senior brother has a hard time with his head and speaks in a daze. Don't be as knowledgeable as him. He has no idea. I mean, we are just passing by. We don’t want to cause trouble, so we’re leaving now! Let’s leave now…”
While talking, Huang Donglai stepped forward and held him still, dragging Lao Dao and turning around to go down the mountain; Lin Yuancheng and Tyrell saw this, they didn't say anything, and just followed the trend.
It's hard for those "monks" to say anything after Brother Huang makes peace with him. After all, he just asked the monk to recite a few sutras. Even though this request was inappropriate, it was by no means to the point of a fight. , it’s just that the guy who was asked by him felt guilty, so he reacted so loudly.
Now that Huang Donglai and his party have chosen to settle the matter and leave on their own, this group of "monks" who are responsible for maintaining order have no reason to pursue them and make things worse.
So, the conflict ended here.
The four of them followed the long queue of people and walked all the way down the mountain. After walking a long way, Fudozi spoke to Huang Donglai and said, "Donglai, do you have another idea?"
This old man is not stupid. He naturally guessed that Huang Donglai had an agenda, so he cooperated with the latter and did not continue to entangle with those "monks".
If Fu Fuzi's original thoughts were followed, he was just planning to show the group that "there is a high wall between (my) bare hands and (you) armed with weapons."
"It's not a clever idea..." Huang Dong replied, "I just think that we still don't know what this group of scammers have done. It's easy to make mistakes if we just meet them and directly conflict with them. The matter may have slipped through the net...so I think it’s better to take it slow first, and it won’t be too late to take action after the matter is investigated clearly.”
"Okay! Very good!" Fudozi said after hearing this, "'Eradicating all evil' is a great righteousness. Coming from the east, you have such a strategy and mentality of swallowing your anger in order to eradicate the roots. I should learn more from you, the leader."
Fuzi said this sincerely, but in the ears of others, it always felt a bit strange, and he didn't know whether it was a compliment or a loss.
Of course, Huang Donglai would not dwell on this. He just continued what he said just now: "Well, since my uncle understands, you might as well listen to my plan..."
Then, Huang Donglai immediately made some arrangements with the other three people, which would lead to that——
Tyrell made a big fuss in Wuren Temple, and Huang Donglai outsmarted the fake miracle doctor.
