Zen Master Fukong smiled and said nothing. He neither scolded his disciple nor rejected Xia Zhichan's surprised look.
"What are you looking at? Don't you have to eat when you are a monk?"
Jie Se saw that his master had no intention of blaming him, so he took a step forward more confidently and directly blocked his extended hand in front of Xia Zhichan.
That means that if you don't take out the money, it won't be done.
Xia Zhichan looked at the two masters and apprentices who had a very good understanding of each other, and could only nod helplessly. He reached for his right cuff.
Um? Oops, I wasn’t wearing a black and white mysterious robe when I went out...
It's not that Xia Zhichan doesn't have money. After all, he often meets rich businessmen when he conquers demons. Naturally, he won't be polite to people who don't have enough money, so he still has some pocket money.
But because he had changed his clothes, he didn't have any money with him.
The Qiankun sleeve that came with the black and white Xuanpao was very useful, so Xia Zhichan put all her belongings in it, so she didn't have the habit of carrying a wallet with her.
"Uh, Zen Master, I'm in a hurry to go out today..."
Before Xia Zhichan finished speaking, the little novice monk Jingse understood what it meant. He rolled his eyes unceremoniously and curled his lips:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, no money! If you don't have money, please take it back..."
Anyone who heard this would frown.
Xia Zhichan looked at Monk Fukong, who was smiling but still silent. If he hadn't asked for help now, he would have given the master and disciple a few big mouths.
The evil energy in Nan Er's body could not be delayed, and his true energy happened to dry up.
Of the two people from the Taoist sect, Jiang Qin's cultivation level is high enough, but she is a simple swordsman, and the true energy in her body is too domineering and sharp. As for the red plum, let's just ignore it.
Buddhist Zen Master Fukong's cultivation level is also high enough, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually collect money from him.
He pulled off the jade from his waist and threw the anger in his heart to Jingse.
That was the ancestral magic weapon of Quelong Mountain. Xia Zhichan had relied on it to escape death countless times, but now she wanted to give it to others.
The master knew that he would probably beat himself to death, but he couldn't care less now.
"Amitabha."
Zen Master Fukong chanted the name of the Buddha and clasped his hands together.
As if receiving some secret signal, the little novice monk turned the jadeite over and over in his hand. He didn't understand this kind of jade, nor did he know how much the jadeite was worth.
"Isn't this thing just a stone? Can it be valuable?"
Now let alone Xia Zhichan, even the two postmen behind him who were responsible for carrying Nan Er couldn't bear to listen. This little novice monk must be deliberately looking for trouble. Even a blind man can see that this piece of jade is extraordinary. , he is still giggling now.
"Then what do you want?"
Xia Zhichan's views on Buddhism have now dropped from the clouds to the bottom of the stinking ditch. He is not so angry now, and his mind is unusually calm.
"Gold! Gold is the most valuable."
The little novice monk stared for a long time and thought for a long time. He looked at the golden crown on Xia Zhichan's head several times, his eyes full of yearning for money.
"good……"
Xia Zhichan reached out to pick off the magic golden crown on her head, but the little novice monk quickly waved her hand to stop him and even returned the jade jade.
"Your golden crown is not pure gold..."
The golden crown on the top of the head is forged from a whole strip of gold mine mixed with the copper of Shoushan Mountain. It can not only ward off evil spirits and avoid evil, but can also see through the secret realm of illusions and protect the user's mind.
"Pure gold..."
Xia Zhichan frowned and took out a gold seal from her arms.
The gold seal issued by the court to the representative of the Kunlong Mountain lineage was actually made of pure gold. Not to mention that he is very valuable, he can travel all over the world with just this thing, and officials from all over the world must be polite to him.
"Hehe...this one is made of pure gold."
Jiese snatched it from Xia Zhichan's hand. Looking at the words engraved on the front and back, he was a little unhappy, but after weighing the gold seal, it was still heavy.
The little novice smiled and held it in his hand.
"Amitabha, don't be angry, Xia Lingguan. As the saying goes, money is something external to the body."
Fukong finally spoke. He ushered everyone in with a smile, and said as he walked:
"The Buddha's Dharma is boundless and will not help those who have no destiny."
Xia Zhichan could still sneer and reply:
"Fodu is a destined person? I think it's a rich person from Fodu."
"Hahaha, you have to know that if you do good with bare hands, others will look at it like the wind, and then it will disappear. But if you do evil with bare hands, others will silently remember it and talk about it later."
"If there is no reward for good deeds, fewer and fewer people will do good deeds. If there is no punishment for evil deeds, more and more people will do evil deeds. So the Buddha said, it is easy to do good deeds, but difficult to know good deeds..."
Zen Master Fukong was worthy of being from Wanfo Mountain, but with just a few words, Xia Zhichan felt that he was wrong, and it was reasonable for others to repay him.
"Master, you really have a lotus tongue."
Xia Zhichan sighed.
The postman placed the still unconscious Nan Er on the futon, then untied the chains on his body, and left after receiving Xia Zhichan's signal.
"Amitabha……"
Zen Master Fu Kong put his hands together and sat on the futon opposite Nan Er, silently chanting profound Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.
It is said that when the Buddha opened the altar to preach, the sky was full of words, golden lotuses surged from the ground, and even all the beasts in the mountains and forests came to worship him, and a phoenix screamed above his head.
Although Zen Master Fu Kong was not that exaggerated, every word that came out of his mouth was golden, and then floated around the room.
"Well……"
Nan Er seemed to sense something, his body shook a few times, and those black evil spirits that Xia Zhichan had seen before emerged from his body again.
Pfft - the black air fell on the floating golden Buddhist scriptures, just like thin ice hitting a red-hot iron. It could only make a sound and was consumed by the Buddhist scriptures.
The black energy on Nan Er's body was like a river with its gate opened, suddenly rolling and surging, and the expanding black mist kept hitting the surrounding golden Buddhist scriptures, making a harsh sound.
But Zen Master Fukong was like a majestic mountain, always unmoved, but the Buddhist sutras he recited in his mouth became faster and faster, and the golden sutras also turned faster and faster.
Xia Zhichan looked at the door for a while and realized that she could not help at all, so she simply took a few steps away and sat on the steps in front of the door.
Not far away is the little novice monk Jingse who has been holding the gold seal made of pure gold. He has never let go of the gold seal since he got it, and his eyes are looking around like he is guarding against thieves.
Even when several maids from the palace passed by in the distant corridor, he nervously grabbed the gold seal in his arms, fearing that someone would suddenly come and steal his gold.
"People like you will have problems when they see you. In the world, there are many snitches and thieves who like to steal from people like you."
Xia Zhichan was also bored and chatted with the little novice monk not far away.
"I want you to take care of it, don't try to take the opportunity to steal my gold."
Jiese should be renamed Cai Mi now, clutching his arms tightly, as if he wants money rather than his life.
He is still a half-grown child, so if he does this, in Xia Zhichan's eyes, he is really stupid and has no scheming.
This means that in Prince Le's Mansion, there will be no bad people with evil intentions.
If you were in the world of martial arts, people like the little novice would be targeted very quickly. After all, you would look like a nouveau riche with a huge amount of wealth, so it is very likely that someone would steal or rob you.
When walking in the rivers and lakes, you should pay attention to not exposing your wealth. That is to say, don't show your money in front of others easily, especially in front of unfamiliar people. It is easy for the other party to have evil intentions and eventually seek wealth and death.
It was also the first time for the young novice to go down the mountain, and he had always been with his master, Zen Master Fu Kong, so he had never encountered these things before.
"Okay, okay, don't cry if your gold is lost..."
He gave it to him, but Xia Zhichan didn't miss it much. Although that thing was issued by the court, it did not have a great effect in his heart. Most of the time it was just to prove his identity.
"I won't lose it! You can't steal it, and no one else can even think about it..."
"Really? I can take it away quietly while you are sleeping. You won't know about it when you fall asleep."
Xia Zhichan was just teasing him. There were many ways to get the gold seal back, and since he gave it to others, it was considered Nan Er's "diagnosis fee" and there was no way he could steal it back.
"I...I don't need to sleep! If I don't sleep, I won't be stolen by you."
The little novice opened his eyes a little wider and signaled to Xia Zhichan that he could see everyone clearly and it was impossible for anyone to steal the gold in front of his eyes.
"Haha, okay, keep an eye on me."
Xia Zhichan was smiling when she suddenly saw someone at the corner of the corridor.
It's actually Chimei.
Yeah, he's not dead. It seems that he must have used some method to escape from Nangong's house covered in black fog yesterday.
When everything was over, Xia Zhichan and Jiang Qin searched the entire Nangong house, but did not find Chimei's whereabouts. They did not know whether he was killed after meeting the evil Nan Er in advance, or because he was really Frightened and ran away.
Chimei's face was a little pale, and he was walking a little distractedly. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Xia Zhichan sitting on the steps not far away.
"He's actually not dead..."
The teeth clenched together, making a crunching sound.
The unwillingness and resentment hidden in his heart were about to burst out in an instant, but he lowered his head first, put away his hateful eyes, and then left quickly.
It wasn't until Xia Zhichan could no longer be seen that Chimei slowly let out a breath.
"Hey Hey Hey……"
He raised his eyebrows with a grin, and his originally clear pupils were mostly covered by black mist, as if there was the most filthy thing, squirming its ugly body bit by bit in the depths of darkness.
"Xia Zhichan, I must kill you!"
