At noon, Fatty Jiangcheng came to the dining hall to eat. Everything was still the same as before. A bowl of porridge and rice so clear that one could almost see a person's figure was placed in front of him, which made the Fatty frown.
Ye Qiutang, Song Tianming and others also came. They brought enough dry food themselves. They must not like the porridge and rice in the temple. Jiang Cheng also knew their purpose of coming here. Naturally, they were looking for Monk Huicong.
But it is a pity that monk Hui Cong did not appear in the dining hall today. Not only Hui Cong was not there, but the familiar faces of Hui De and Huiming were also absent.
After eating porridge and rice, Jiang Cheng came to the great monk in charge of the precepts in the fasting hall and performed a Buddhist ritual. "Master, may I ask why Master Huide didn't come to eat the fasting meal today?"
Upon hearing this, the great monk clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, do you have something to do with Huide?"
"I had some misunderstandings with Master Huide yesterday. I would like to ask him to explain it to me today. I would like to ask the master for his convenience."
"Amitabha, it turns out that this is how it is. Today, Huide and a group of fellow disciples went to the Buddhist Sutra Pavilion behind the temple to debate scriptures. The monks in the temple did not eat after lunch. If the donor waits, he will not come." The great monk is Gao Ma Da. , with a physique that is stronger than that of a fat man. It is hard to imagine that this figure can be grown by eating porridge every day, but his words and demeanor are full of humility.
Jiang Cheng returned the greeting to the great monk, "Thank you, Master."
Seeing Jiang Cheng and the two leaving, Song Tianming also pretended to have finished his porridge and rice, and followed them very naturally. When they reached a quiet place with no one, the two parties met. After Jiang Cheng briefly introduced the situation to him, he continued Find branches and draw the tattoo on Huicong's back on the ground.
Before the tattoo was completed, Song Tianming nodded and was sure that this was something belonging to Daozong. He seemed to be worried that Jiang Cheng and the others would not believe it, and pointed to one of the places, "Look, you two, this is Yinghuo, this is Taibai, and the bottom is Sui Xing." …This is the constellation diagram that Dao Zong is good at using, and it’s unmistakable.”
"Senior, do you know what this picture represents?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Song Tianming hesitated for a moment, with a rather strange expression on his face, "It's strange, this star map seems... like a broken picture."
The fat man anxiously wanted to take out his phone and show Song Tianming the picture the doctor had drawn before. That picture was obviously more detailed and complete, but considering that such technology might subvert Song Tianming's cognition, it would lead to Unnecessary misunderstandings had to be settled in my heart.
After making no further discoveries, Fatty Jiangcheng chose to leave, and the two of them walked towards the Sutra Pavilion in the direction indicated by the great monk.
But as they walked, the two realized something was wrong. They were walking further and further off the road. At first, they occasionally met a few monks, but now the buildings on the road became sparse and the surroundings became more and more desolate.
Until they stopped in front of a small forest.
The fat man opened his eyes wide, "It seems like we have been to this place...this place before?"
Needless to say, Fatty said this. Jiang Cheng had realized this just now. Although this road was not the one they walked last night, the direction was the same, so the final location they reached was not too different.
Sure enough, after passing through this small forest, a magnificent building appeared in front of them, and in a small area paved with bluestone slabs in front of the building, dozens of monks sat cross-legged.
These monks sat on the ground in a circle, and in the middle of the circle was the thin monk Huicong.
At this moment, Monk Huicong looked quite miserable. His whole body was tied up like a rice dumpling, and his mouth was blocked with a piece of golden cloth. There seemed to be vague scriptures on the cloth.
The monks closed their eyes slightly, and the chanting sounds were not synchronized. The sound of the sutras reached the ears of Fatty Jiangcheng, leaving only a "buzzing" sound.
Soon, Fatty Jiangcheng was discovered. Monk Huide came over with a few people, his expression extremely ugly.
"Donor, this is the Ksitigarbha Pavilion, the most important part of our temple. It is also the retreat place for the abbot and several eminent monks. Why do you come here uninvited?"
"Master Huide, what are you doing?" Jiang Cheng did not answer, but turned to look at Monk Huicong.
"Junior Brother Huicong has too many inner demons, so we will chant sutras for him to drive them away."
"Haha, it seems to me that the donor has evil thoughts about my precepts temple. Could it be that he dreamed that there are monks here stealing wine and meat?"
Compared with Huide's restraint, Huiming was obviously more aggressive. He led several monks behind him and slowly pressed towards the fat man in Jiangcheng. It seemed that he was planning to take action if he disagreed.
At this time, the other monks stopped chanting sutras and turned their heads to watch the excitement.
"Huiming, don't be rude!"
An old voice came from the distance. The voice was not loud, but it was very intimidating. After hearing the voice, Huiming immediately stopped. The monks who were watching the excitement also looked away and continued to chant sutras.
After a while, an old monk wearing a gray coarse cloth monk's robe came over. This man was probably in his early 70s. Rosary beads.
But these are not the most important. Jiangcheng Fatty's eyes focused on the old monk's face, because the old monk was blind.
The eye sockets were sunken, and the withered eyelids clung tightly to the bones. Jiang Cheng immediately recalled what the abbot had said. The eyes of the old monk in front of him were probably not as simple as blindness. He should have had his eyes gouged out.
Seeing the old monk approaching, Hui De and Huiming saluted one after another, "I've met Master Uncle."
The old monk stared at Jiang Cheng and Fatty with his empty eyes. For a moment, Jiang Cheng and Fatty actually felt like they were being watched.
"Two donors, please follow me."
The old monk walked briskly, without the feeling of being in his twilight years at all, and his whole body exuded a strong aura. Following this man, the fat man did not dare to breathe.
All the way to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, Jiang Cheng was sure that when he saw the door, it was the building he came to last night, but it was in a dilapidated state, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.
Similar to Gongde Hall, day and night are like two worlds, different time and space.
The old monk turned around and continued to stare at them with his sunken eye holes. After a long time, he slowly spoke, but this time the old monk's tone changed, as if he could not suppress the excitement, and his voice was trembling, " The person that senior abbot has been waiting for has finally arrived, Amitabha, good, good, good!"
This sudden move confused Fatty Jiang Cheng. After careful consideration, Jiang Cheng asked, "Master, what do you mean?"
"Huicong was haunted by inner demons. Although the monks in this temple tried their best, they still had little effect, which may lead to a catastrophe. The abbot brother and other brothers joined forces to retreat, and finally found an opportunity from a secret scripture. To overcome this calamity, I, the Precepts Monastery, need to wait for a destined person to come."
Some people died, but not completely...
