This black guy looked rough and burly, but his smile was very honest. Only then did I put my heart back in my stomach and said my name.
I also expressed curiosity during the conversation. Xuankong Temple seems to be a Buddhist temple. So Huizhen should be a disciple of Buddhism. How could he go to such a remote place in the middle of the night?
Huizhen smiled and said, "I came with Master."
During the conversation, I saw another obese figure striding down the slope of the back mountain. As he walked, he said to the big black man,
"Huizhen, didn't I tell you to take care of your luggage? Why did you carry me to the river to wash my feet?"
The sudden sound attracted my attention. I immediately turned around and saw that the person coming was a fat old monk with a bamboo hat on his head. He was wearing a large yellow monk's robe. He had a kind face and kind eyes. He also held a string of rosary beads in his hand and kept a smiling expression on his face. At first glance, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha.
This great monk is also very tall, but against the backdrop of his fat body, he looks particularly kind.
I was dumbfounded. I wanted to say that monks are not all vegetarians. How come the master and the disciple are fatter than the other?
Just when I was stunned, this kind-hearted old monk had already come to me, looked at me with surprise, and asked the big black man,
"Huizhen, who is this little brother?"
Huizhen quickly explained that she was tired from walking just now and was washing her feet by the river when she suddenly saw me rolling down the hillside, followed by a very fierce female ghost.
"Female ghost?"
The old monk twitched his nose and glanced at the place where Widow Chen disappeared with his electric eyes. Then he smiled kindly and generously, put his fat palm on my shoulder and patted me, and said with a smile,
"Little brother, how could you be so embarrassed by a female ghost?"
I had long seen that this pair of masters and apprentices were capable people. If Huizhen hadn't stepped in to help me drive away Widow Chen, I would have been driven all over the mountain by now. I quickly took a breath and told what happened. Speak roughly.
"Hang on, you said you came to Yamawanggou to deliver the letter on Master's orders?"
After listening to my story, the old monk's face showed even greater confusion. He squinted his eyes and glanced at me. He seemed to have thought of a lot, and quickly added with a smile,
"Your master, is he Xuan Zhenzi?"
His words made me stunned again and asked, "Master, you know my master."
"Haha, of course we know each other."
The old monk laughed and suddenly reached out and slapped me on the back of my head. He hit me so hard that the pain made me grin. I quickly covered the back of my head and took two steps back. I asked with a puzzled look on my face,
"Master, why did you hit me?"
He retracted his hands as if nothing had happened, "Oh, it's nothing. The debt owed by the master should be repaid by the apprentice."
I was confused and wanted to say something, but the old monk had already stretched out his hand to interrupt me, "Let's go, take the poor monk into the village first, and go to Village Chief Qin's house to have a look."
"Um!"
I felt that this old monk was very mysterious and always had an air of calmness and authority about him. I didn't dare to disobey him, so I trotted ahead and led the way.
On the way back, I was still confused and wanted to know the old monk’s purpose, but I didn’t know how to ask.
The old monk saw my doubts and said with a smile, "The poor monk, whose name is Mingtong, is an old friend of your master. This time I entered the Yamagou Valley to fulfill the promise I made thirty years ago."
"What, you did it for thirty years ago..."
I was dumbfounded and really wanted to ask what happened in Yamawanggou thirty years ago. Not only did Xuan Zhenzi care so much, but even the Buddhist master and disciples had to rush to deal with it?
Old monk Mingtong smiled kindly, but did not explain. He looked at the road leading to the door of Qin's house, sighed slightly, and showed a look of reminiscence on his face.
"It's been thirty years. I didn't expect that today, when I revisit my old place, Yamawanggou has already reached this stage."
I was still puzzled and didn’t feel like asking any more questions, so I could only run forward and pat the door hard, shouting,
"Uncle Yong, open the door and see that I have found a helper for you."
After shouting three times, there was no response from the room. Qin Yong held a pole and ran over to open the door tremblingly. He looked at the master and apprentice who were following me and said with confusion,
"Brother Zhou, these two are..."
Before I could answer, Old Monk Mingtong smiled kindly and said, "Are you Qin Yong?"
Qin Yong was stunned, looked at the old monk Mingtong in surprise, and said with confusion on his face, "Master, you are..."
"hehe."
Old monk Mingtong shook his head with a smile, "No wonder you don't recognize the old monk. Thirty years have passed by. You must have just turned ten when I left Yamawanggou."
Qin Yong was completely stunned. He was dumbfounded for a long time, and then he jumped up with joy on his face.
"I remembered that you are Master Mingtong. When I fell into a smelly ditch when I was young and ignorant, you personally picked me up."
"Haha, I'm sorry you still remember."
Old monk Mingtong laughed, but while smiling, his face became a little stiff. He quickly glanced at the Qin family courtyard and frowned subconsciously.
"Your family has quite a lot of grievances."
Qin Yong immediately smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, it's all my fault for making you laugh at my incompetent brother."
"It doesn't matter, since the old monk has bumped into me, he will naturally solve this problem for your family."
The old monk waved his hand and indicated that he should go visit Father Qin first.
At this moment, Father Qin was still in that "lost-hearted" state. He was tied tightly with a rope, leaning against the corner and giggling, indifferent to the arrival of Monk Mingtong.
The old monk walked up to him, opened his eyelids, looked at it, and said thoughtfully, "The evil fool has entered the body, and the original consciousness has been covered up, so it is not a trouble."
The old monk asked his disciple Huizhen to help Father Qin up and sit on the bed. He walked around behind Father Qin, formed a secret seal of the Buddhist lion with his hands, slapped Father Qin on the back, and spoke with his tongue. Spring thunder bursts out, shouts loudly,
"Cha!"
The sound of the Buddha's trumpet was louder than thunder. It shook my ears and almost made me unable to stand still. My eyes widened in shock, but I saw a look of extreme pain on the face of the originally demented old man Qin. He groaned and opened his mouth. Mouth, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm with black blood, but the person felt a lot more energetic.
This old monk is so powerful!
Father Qin was infected with so much resentment that I thought it would take at least five or six days before he would wake up. Unexpectedly, the old monk's fingerprints forced the evil energy out of him.
After spitting out the thick phlegm, Father Qin's cloudy eyes returned to clarity. His body swayed and fell down. He half-opened his eyes and looked at the old monk behind him with a blank look on his face. He was completely stunned. .
After a few seconds of daze, Father Qin's body started shaking again, but again it was not because of fear, but because of extreme excitement, and he shouted with surprise on his face,
"Master... I'm not dreaming, why are you here?"
The old monk Mingtong nodded slightly and said, "Xiao Qin, you are not dreaming. The thirty-year agreement has come. The poor monk came here to keep the appointment. He just didn't expect to come a step too late and cause you to suffer."
