I cursed in my heart that this guy is really cowardly, a few broken pieces can scare you into such a bear-like state. I reached out and pushed Songzi's shoulder and said, "Hey, what are you doing?" Songzi didn't speak, staring blankly at the pile of fragments on the ground. The pen that was still writing in his hand also stopped, and the tip of the pen kept hitting the paper because of the trembling of his body.
I called him two or three times in succession, but he didn't answer me. This made me a little nervous, so I slapped him in the face, raised my voice and asked, "Songzi, what are you doing?" Only then did Songzi come back to his senses and looked at me in surprise, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to speak but was too surprised to speak.
He began to speak incoherently, saying some illogical sentences that I couldn't understand at all. My actions made Qin Bukong also notice that something was wrong. Qin Bukong patted me on the shoulder and said, don't disturb him now. He calmed down first before speaking. So I stopped talking. Instead, Qin Bukong and I helped Songzi up and took him to an open place to sit and rest to calm down. Because Songzi's weird reaction really made me feel that he seemed to know something.
Everything has been found, and the remaining work is to find a way to restore this place to its original appearance. This is simply impossible for us. So I stuffed all the things that were useless or didn’t need to be taken away into the body of the bronze statue, and then refilled the holes that had been opened during the previous day’s welding. This took me a lot of time, and I I’m very depressed why an injured person like me has to do this. While I was doing these tasks, Qin Bukong had been whispering something to Songzi next to him. It seemed that Qin Bukong's expression was not very relaxed, but he was a senior after all. At a time like this, He can't be as panicked as us, after all, we still need him to support the overall situation.
By the time I finished patching the hole, it was already afternoon. None of us had eaten, and we were probably all hungry, so we didn’t have much energy to work. In addition, the bronze statue has fallen down from its upright position. If we want to stand it up again, I'm afraid the three of us are at our wits' end. So Qin Bukong and I quickly gathered all the Arhat statues that had been crushed or knocked over by us into a pile, trying to make the whole hall look a little tidier. Maybe the monks would stop seeing us making such a mess. So angry.
Obviously, our optimistic guess is absolutely impossible, and even we ourselves don’t believe it. So after Qin Bukong thought for a moment, he grabbed the piece of clothing that he had previously painted with incantations, then opened the door and walked out. Before I could hold him back, I was thinking when would this old guy stop being so willful and tell us before making a decision. But it was too late, Qin Bukong had already stepped out of the door.
I cursed in my heart and ran to the door. I saw several monks sitting outside, including the old monk who had led us before. Everyone may have heard the noise in the hall a long time ago, but they didn't know what happened inside, but they would be very worried if they just left like this, so after I went out and yelled at them, they started They chose to supervise us silently outside the door.
I couldn't help but find it a little funny, thinking that the people who could stay and look after the temple were all pedantic people. Just as he was about to laugh, he saw another old monk who was about the same age as Qin Bukong standing next to the old monk. This old monk had piercing eyes and looked majestic. Even at first glance, he felt that he was different from the people around him. Other monks are different.
Qin Bukong raised the blood-stained clothes in his hands and said to the monks, Masters, I am really sorry. We are the ones who Abbot Mibao personally wrote a letter of introduction to come here to investigate the matter. I hope to damage the Buddhist temple. However, we encountered some changes along the way that I am inconvenient to disclose and cannot explain in a few words, which caused your bronze statue of Arhat to fall over. When it fell, it also smashed a lot of things. These mistakes were all caused by me, Mr. Qin. Please ask a master to tell me exactly how many things were damaged and how much the repairs will cost. I will definitely compensate you in full.
This really surprised me. Qin Bukong could have just said this directly, so why bother raising the clothes in his hands. Sure enough, just when I was wondering, Qin Bukong threw the clothes towards the monks. The clothes spread out in the air and then fell to the ground, so that the monks could see these strange incantations. Qin Bukong went on to say, to be honest, all the curses on this dress were drawn by my own hands. The blood scars on my fingers are proof that Qin is from the Miao witch lineage, and he also studied Taoism and Buddhism, and The difference among you masters is that you use chanting to save the common people, while I, Qin, am actually taking risks with my head in my hands. The blood spell on this dress is used to capture a demonic ghost in this palace. And it is precisely because of this that the damage to the Buddhist hall was so serious. So now that I have said that, I, Mr. Qin, and the two juniors will not shirk their responsibilities. I have no objection to whether they should report it to the official or pay compensation.
Qin Bukong's words seemed cunning, because he knew that these monks would never report to the official, because that would only cause the temple to be looted and criticized again. The monks were whispering to each other, some were frightened, some sighed, and some shook their heads silently. Only the monk we had never seen before kept looking at us with a determined look. Soon he stepped forward and faced Qin Bukong. He bowed and said, Sir, as for why you are here, the old monk also heard something from the abbot before he came here today. Can you lend me a step to speak? After saying that, he spread his clasped hands to the side, as if he wanted to ask Qin Bukong to go that way.
Qin Bukong didn't know why he suddenly became stubborn again. He snorted and said, "This old monk, do you dare to ask me your name?" Qin Bukong's tone was old-fashioned, as if he had learned it from the stage. The old monk put his hands together and saluted again, and said, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced you yet. Old monk Changming is the temporary supervising monk of Guiyuan Temple.
He was the real master, so Qin Bukong's tone became much more polite, and he followed Monk Changming to the side. Judging from Monk Changming's tone, it seemed that he had anticipated what would happen today, and when the two of them left, , the group of monks sitting outside all focused their attention on me. I was injured. I think this is the best proof. So I pulled off my clothes, then limped over to the piece of clothing covered with blood curses that Qin Bukong had just thrown on the ground, squatted down, and pretended to talk to myself. , but deliberately spoke loudly so that the group of monks could hear. I picked up the clothes and lit a fire to burn them, while saying, "You, you, you can go in peace. From now on, don't come back to cause trouble in the temple, and don't scare the monks in the temple." , Go where you should, yes, I know you are wronged...
While I was talking, I glanced at the expressions of the monks while no one was paying attention. Although everyone looked very sad, it was true that after what I said, several monks showed uneasiness and fear on their faces. Feel it.
I squatted on the ground until my clothes were burned off. At this time, Qin Bukong also came over. He probably guessed what I was doing, so he patted me on the back, and then said to me, OK, I just explained the situation to Master Changming, and he also roughly knows what happened here. When we go back and donate some money to the temple, this matter will be over. The Buddhist family is compassionate and will understand us.
So I still don’t know what Master Changming said to Qin Bukong under the instruction of Abbot Mibao that day, but it did save us a lot of trouble and allowed us to escape as soon as possible. It would affect our future progress, so spending a little money was nothing, so I readily agreed.
We didn't leave in a hurry that night, but stayed in the temple to help clean up as much as we could. Especially me, I worked even harder. Maybe I felt guilty for pushing someone else's Buddha statue, and I planned to use it to atone for my sins. The strange thing is that Songzi has been silent since then. It takes several times to get him to come back to his senses even if he asks him something. He is so distracted. But he seemed to have calmed down a lot from the initial panic, so I was sure that he was worried, but it was not because of fear, but something else.
After finishing everything, it was already dark. If we went home at this time, the traffic would be quite inconvenient. So Master Changming stayed with us for one more night. After dinner, Qin Bukong and Master Changming talked about something among themselves. I didn't participate. Since Qin Bukong didn't tell me, it was inconvenient for me. ask. In the side room, Songzi used to be a flower, but now he was silent, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. I saw that he was holding the piece of paper in his hand when he copied the words in the jar during the day, a short paragraph, He stared for a long time.
Finally, I got really impatient, so I got up and walked over to him, snatched the paper from his hand with a slap, and then read the passage again in a loud voice and very fast. , then threw the paper to him, I put my hands on my hips and asked Songzi, I said you brat, what are you looking at this thing? I watched them for a whole half day without saying a word, and you didn’t answer when I asked you. Since we are a team, should you speak out and discuss with everyone as soon as possible what comes to your mind? Why are you so silent?
I was indeed a little angry, so I spoke in a more irritable tone. Songzi looked at me for a moment, and then said, "No, I won't discuss it with you. I think you might not believe it if I say it..."
