The monk was wearing a tattered brown cassock, with a sallow face and thin muscles. He was holding a wooden bucket in his hand. If he hadn't had a bald head, he could easily have been mistaken for a beggar.
Based on the information left by Dehui before, I carefully identified it and confirmed that this monk was not Master Yinguang, and I couldn't help but feel a little more vigilant.
"Donor, God has the virtue of reviving life. For the sake of the poor monk, how about releasing it?"
When the monk came to me, he put his hands together and bowed politely.
"Master is really good at joking. This wild boar came to the door by itself. If I don't kill it, it will treat me as its prey. Why should I release it?"
"Amitabha!"
The monk said solemnly: "It is human nature that the benefactor wanted to kill it out of self-defense. However, it is fate that you and I met today. I think this is why the Buddha asked the poor monk to come and persuade the benefactor to be good."
"What the master said makes sense,"
I smiled lightly: "But I haven't eaten today, and I think Master hasn't eaten either. Why don't we slaughter this wild boar and enjoy the food together? This is also a kind of fate!"
I meant to tease, but I didn't expect that the monk nodded after thinking for a few seconds.
"What the donor said makes sense. If that's the case, then the poor monk would rather be respectful than obey his orders!"
As he said that, the monk walked straight over, turned his left hand into a knife, and slashed at the black boar's throat.
Phew!
The wild boar's throat was cut straight away, splattering the monk with blood. However, the monk remained expressionless as he wiped the blood on his face, and then used both hands to force the two hundred kilogram wild boar directly against it. On your shoulders!
I stood nearby, dumbfounded and speechless.
This seemingly frail monk turned out to be born with divine power. This island in the middle of the lake is becoming increasingly incomprehensible!
"Donor, there are wild beasts all over this island, and there are many dangers in staying outside. Why don't you come and stay overnight in the monk's temple!"
After saying that, the monk picked up the wild boar and walked up the mountain.
When I thought about it, I couldn't let him take the wild boar that I risked to deal with, so I quickly followed him.
The monk watched the wild boar as if it were walking on flat ground on the steep mountain road. After a while, he reached the top of the mountain.
There is a cliff on one side of the peak, and there is only a pile of rocks and nothing else. I was about to ask the monk where his temple was.
I saw the monk walking quickly towards the side of the cliff, jumping down and disappearing.
This monk committed suicide?
I was shocked and quickly chased after me. I lay on the edge of the cliff and looked down. I found that there was a steep staircase spiraling down the cliff. At the end of the staircase, there was a temple built on the cliff. above.
The ray of light I saw at the foot of the mountain before was emanating from this temple!
The stairs are almost vertical, with no cover on both sides. Walking on them, you can feel the cold mountain wind blowing. If you are not careful, you will fall into the mountain stream.
I moved cautiously, step by step, but the monk, who was carrying the wild boar, still kept his eyes straight, taking three steps at a time, and soon jumped down the stairs and walked into the temple.
After a while, I walked down the stairs and entered the temple. I found that the temple was not large. There was a Buddha statue in the main hall, and three pillars of incense were placed on the niche.
At this moment, the monk was already kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, clasping his hands and chanting the Buddha's name silently.
But the wild boar disappeared.
I wanted to ask, but seeing the monk's eyes slightly closed and his face sincere, I patiently waited for him to finish reciting.
After a long time, the monk finally stopped chanting, stood up slowly, and looked back at me.
"Donor, you are here."
What do you mean, I've been standing here for a long time, and he just discovered my feelings?
I glanced at him angrily, and was about to ask him where he hid the wild boar, but the monk smiled faintly and waved to me.
"Donor, please come with me."
With that said, he walked to the other end of the main hall and lifted up a wooden board. There was actually a cave hidden inside!
I followed the monk and walked in, and found that there was a stone bed in the cave. There was a small window on the side of the stone bed, which allowed for air exchange with the outside world.
On the other side of the cave were a water urn and daily necessities such as pots and pans, and the wild boar was right inside the cave!
"Donor, please take a rest and wait for the monk to finish cooking the meal. Let's enjoy it together."
As he said that, the monk squatted down, picked up a machete, and chopped off a thigh of the wild boar. He then peeled off the skin, plucked the hair, and boiled water. He was quite skilled in this set of business operations!
There were obviously no spices in this pot, but after a while, I felt a strong sound filling the entire cave.
After nearly two hours, the monk opened the lid of the pot, and a pot of cooked wild boar meat appeared in my sight.
"Donor, please have a meal."
The monk handed me a wooden bowl, picked up a piece of wild boar meat, squatted aside, and started to feast on it.
When the monk was cooking just now, I had been watching him silently, making sure that he did not put any medicine in the pot. Then I felt relieved, picked up a piece of wild boar meat, and filled another bowl of broth. He ate without thinking.
I have to say that this monk's cooking skills are quite good. Without any seasonings, this wild boar meat is so fragrant, it is no less delicious than what I eat in restaurants outside!
After eating and drinking enough, I put down the wooden bowl, wiped my mouth, and turned my attention to the monk again.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Master. I don't know your name yet!"
"The poor monk's name is unintentional."
The monk ate a bowl of pork and returned to his indifferent expression, showing no emotional change at all.
"I wonder if Master has ever seen a monk from outside?"
I asked Wu Xin.
"What is the name of the monk from outside?"
Wu Xin said with some confusion.
"He is the abbot of Lanruo Temple, with the Buddhist name Master Yinguang."
"Master Yinguang?"
Wu Xin looked puzzled. After thinking for a while, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, donor, but the poor monk has never heard of this eminent monk's name, and has never seen any outsiders land on this island."
Judging from Wu Xin's expression, he didn't seem to be lying just now, but judging from his previous performances, I concluded that this person was by no means as simple as he seemed.
So, I decided to continue testing him.
"Master, I don't know where you studied, and how long have you lived here?"
Wu Xin was stunned for a moment, his eyes were blank, and he seemed to be deep in thought for a while.
"The poor monk has been practicing here for more than twenty years. As for the master, I did have a master once."
"It's just that later, I killed him!"
