Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 224 Sword Qi and Xiao Xin
(11)

After eating pickled vegetables, plain rice, and plain noodles for three days in a row, several officials soon couldn't bear it because they lived a life without wine and meat all year round.Taking advantage of this day that Mrs. Xiang finally got a banquet from the abbot of the temple, they were able to relax their supervision on her a little bit, and sent a few colleagues to go out and buy a few roast chickens and ducks to satisfy their hunger.

Mrs. Xiang and her party were successfully received by the abbot of the temple because they got up early in the morning and stayed in the dark for several days, and sincerely worshiped the Buddha.This is a rule of the temple. Anyone who wants to visit the abbot must first sincerely pay homage to the Buddha for several days, and practice Buddhism and Taoism personally.By chance and coincidence, the abbot may get out of his busy schedule to gather with believers for a moment to give advice and answer questions for those who come.

The rest of the officers and soldiers surrounded the abbot's meditation room as soon as it was lunch time, leaving only the invited people and the little novice monks who delivered meals to come in and out freely.

When the last plate of pickled nettles was served on the dining table, the old abbot sitting in the middle of the meditation room couldn’t help giving a speech: “Nettles are weeds when they grow in crop fields, but their young leaves are still a delicious vegetable.” "People can not only make it into medicinal food, but also weave nettle into cloth. Compared with ordinary crops, it doesn't need people to take care of it, and it can be harvested several times a year, as long as its seeds can take root."

The old abbot gnawed a mouthful of pickled vegetables with his beautiful white teeth, and added: "If you don't control it, it will become a weed that harms the crops; with a little effort, it will be the one on our table." Delicious food, and the clothes you wear! Everything in the world comes from this way, and what you see at this moment is weeds, why can’t it be delicious food after that moment?”

The juniors were ignorant of what they heard, and smiled at these great principles without saying a word. They just replied flatteringly: "Abbot, great advice!"

After the old abbot heard this, he shook his big earlobes, and said with a smile, "Excuse me for talking too much, please give me your chopsticks."

The tables of the three visitors were lined up in front of the old abbot, next to each other.They kept silent, just listened to what the abbot had to say, and ate with chopsticks.

The old abbot saw that they were very cautious, so he asked bluntly: "May I ask where the benefactors are? These days, the subordinates of the benefactors have made a lot of trouble in the temple, although this temple is boring. It’s okay to be lively sometimes, but this is a place of pure Buddhism, if it weren’t for the few people who recite scriptures and worship Buddha every day, and respect the Buddha’s Dharma, I would definitely not tolerate those fools!”

"Abbot, those are not my subordinates. They came to monitor me because... my husband fled in fear of crime. They guessed that I was going to secretly meet with him, so they followed orders..." Mrs. Xiang replied like this Said: "The two beside me are my good friends, we are all nameless and humble people, how can there be so many mighty warriors willing to stand by and provide shelter!"

"Then, why did the benefactors come to this Buddhist temple?"

Murong Yan sat on the table, bowed slightly and respectfully said: "Abbot Hui, we came to the temple only to pray for safety, not for other reasons."

"Most people who pray for blessings have lingering fears. Could it be that Mrs. Xiang wants to pray for her husband?" the old abbot replied.

"I want to know where he has gone. I'm afraid that my crippled body won't last the day he comes back..." After Madam Xiang said, she couldn't control her emotions in an instant, and she covered her face and sobbed.

The old abbot was deeply sympathetic to this, and he waved to Murong Yan, asking her to appease Mrs. Xiang, and asked, "If it's just to pray for blessings, why don't you tell the officials the truth, I think they will understand you Difficulties, they will naturally retreat. Like them who do not abide by the rules and run rampant in the temple, disciples and pilgrims have complained a long time ago, I am very embarrassed!"

"Old man, I think you are indeed in great trouble now!" The young swordsman who had been silent for a long time suddenly stood up and asked: "Last night, by chance, I heard from a servant who was punished. A rumor. The man thought that there was no one around, and cursed a few words in a low voice, saying, "The abbot of this temple is the same as me. He only entered the temple after stealing other people's certificates. Who knows how many stupid things he has done before. Why? I can only carry water and manure every day, but that guy can sit back and relax?’ If these words fall into the ears of those officers and soldiers, what is the abbot’s plan?”

The old abbot was fascinated by this, he loosened his chopsticks for a moment, then clenched his fists and cursed: "This... this is nonsense! Tell me, which disciple said this, is it Liu Aqi who just arrived? "

"Unexpectedly, the abbot is such a person?" Murong Yan pretended to be ignorant, and said in harmony: "So, you asked us to drive those officials away because you were afraid of being found out as a fake monk? "

"Benefactor, monks don't tell lies. The old monk has been in the monastery for decades. If he is really a fake monk, the old abbot would have kicked him out of the court long ago!"

"Then, can the abbot show you his degree certificate and let us have a look?" As soon as Murong Yan finished speaking, she walked away from Mrs. Xiang, bullied herself to the old abbot, and stretched out her hand to ask for the degree certificate.

"How could I carry such an important thing with me... I really forgot, I don't know where to throw it!" Facing the threat of the pretty girl in front of him, the old abbot sat on the felt and shrank into a ball.

Murong Yan took advantage of the situation and instructed Bai Feng: "Brother Feng, please go out and tell some senior officials that the abbot of this ancient temple is a fake monk. Since he can't come up with a certificate of proof, he may be harboring criminals!"

Mrs. Xiang, who was still in a daze, was at a loss, and saw that the beautiful couple in front of her were speaking and cooperating skillfully.

"Wait a minute!" The old abbot, who had collapsed on the felt, shouted loudly: "Benefactor, I really can't get that certificate back, just trust me once!"

"Brother Feng, leave him alone, go out and wait for a while!"

After listening, Bai Feng opened the door and walked out.

The officers and soldiers guarding the door heard some strange noises in the meditation room, so they started chatting with Baifeng. The young man said, "It's just discussing Buddhism..."

When Murong Yan saw Bai Feng went out to guard the door, she put down her veil in peace of mind, and made a face at the old abbot, who was so frightened that the other party was dumbfounded: "This...what's wrong with the benefactor's face..."

"You still say that you are not a fake monk? Is it possible that you have to ask those big brothers to come in and search for it?" Murong Yan asked again and again, seeing that the other party still refused, she smiled happily, and said: "Old man, I see that you also know something Dharma, but it’s a pity that your brain is not very bright. Since you can’t be afraid of officials sending big brothers to come in and search, then the Duyi must not be in the room, so I think, it must happen to be on you, right?”

Before she finished speaking, Murong Yan took out a dagger from her bosom, grabbed the white cassock and made a gesture to cut several times.

The old abbot struggled on the ground a few times, and ran away with his head in his arms. During this process, Murong Yan cut some thread, and a piece of silk-like certificate fell out of the cassock.It turned out that the ultimatum had been sewn inside the old abbot's cassock.

"This seal, is there a wrong word?" Murong Yan was quick-eyed, snatched the certificate, and said in surprise: "It seems that you not only snatched someone else's certificate, but also used a fake one?"

"Benefactor, what do you want me to do before you let me go!" said the old abbot.

"It doesn't need to do much, as long as the abbot takes us with him when he lectures on the lotus platform in the temple next time, and then no matter what we do, you don't have to ask."

After speaking, the "fake monk" had no choice but to agree, and Murong Yan then called Bai Feng who was waiting outside the door, and everyone continued to have lunch in peace.

After this incident, Mrs. Xiang once asked Murong Yan with doubts in her heart: "How did you know that the abbot is a fake monk?"

Murong Yan said: "I don't know, but there are many fake monks, especially in today's world. How many people try to become monks in order to evade taxes and military service. I didn't expect that it was just a small plan, and that guy would not recruit himself." .”

(End of this chapter)