surnamed Wang

Chapter 225 Solve doubts and revive doubts

The young monks seem to have endless Zen ideas, from morning to noon, from noon to night.

In the middle of the night, there were not many people who insisted on sitting in the square.

Among the few people was the ten-year-old young teacher-uncle from Hanjing Temple.

When those monks who still stayed in the realm of "seeing flowers but not flowers" returned to the square the next morning, they saw that the young monk was still talking about it.

No one expected that this little-known young monk would talk all day and night.

It's just that it's coming to an end now, and there are less than five fingers left in the square.

There are tens of thousands of monks in Zhongzhou, and nearly 3000 of them can be called eminent monks who are qualified to participate in the puja.

Among them, less than five could understand what the young monks said.

The young monk who talked about a day and a night in one breath, calmly glanced at the audience, his eyes paused for a while when he passed the young monk, and there was a smile in his calm eyes.

Among the five people in the audience, the rest are much older than the young monk, and their expressions are much more tangled than his. It seems that the words of the young monk are difficult for them to understand.

Only the little monk was alone, from a calm face at the beginning, to a slight frown later, until now smiling, in a daze.

The young monk calmly walked down from the podium, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered softly:

"It seems that I am really not the material for lecturing. There are so many people, but only one person understands it."

After the young monk left, the scene returned to normal, and other monks came to the stage to give lectures one after another.

It's a pity that Zhuyu is the first, and no matter how brilliantly the others speak, it is the Hinayana method after all, which cannot stir up waves.

It's like eating dragon liver and phoenix gall, even eating bird's nest and shark's fin, it's like chewing wax.

When the young monk under the stage came back to his senses, the figure of the young monk had long since disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

What the young monk said is good medicine for others, but he likes it.

At the same time, he also felt a deep sense of frustration. He had already guessed the identity of the other party without asking.

For the first time in his life, the little monk laughed at himself:

"What two Living Buddhas, they think highly of me too."

……

Wang Gangquan and others bid farewell to Congmo Courtyard and returned to the inn where they stayed. Hearing the words of the young abbot, the burden in their hearts was relieved a little.

Pu Wen was obviously in a much better mood, and went shopping with mooncakes and Ah Cha. Before leaving, he wanted to call Wang Bingquan, but was rejected.

Sitting inside the room, Wang Gangquan frowned like twists and turns, this matter has to start from just now.

Since the monk Laitou who was fighting against him at the beginning had strange martial arts skills, and they were all advanced skills of Congmo Academy, so he took this opportunity to ask by the way, but unexpectedly, something went wrong with this question.

At that time, Wang Gingquan had just said, "I don't know if the abbot knows a black-robed monk?"

In the living room, the solid wood table weighing tens of kilograms shattered in front of everyone.

Several people were dumbfounded, and looked at the young abbot who was still kind and calm just a moment ago.

The young monk felt impolite, put his hands together and recited a mantra, saying:
"It was the poor monk who was rude."

Looking at the case that was so broken that it could only be used as firewood, Wang Gingquan swallowed unconsciously, wondering whether you have misunderstood the word faux pas.

I thought so in my heart, but I could only say "no problem".If this inadvertently stimulates the other party, who knows if the next one will be broken.

Fortunately, the young abbot was very good at nourishing Qi, and except for the wooden table that was destroyed at the beginning, there was no other excessive behavior.

At first, Wang Gangquan didn't understand why a monk had such a murderous intent, but after he understood the matter, he was relieved.

One year ago, late at night, an unexpected visitor came to Congmo Courtyard.

At first, everyone didn't take it seriously, thinking that Eighteen Arhats and Arhats could handle it.

As a result, the man's skills were strange, even if there were [-] arhats in the temple with copper skin and iron bones, he couldn't help him, and they were all knocked down on the ground instead.

The old abbot who heard the news took four senior elders in the temple and a dozen monks who were not inferior to the Eighteen Arhats to the Buddhist scripture pavilion, but they never returned.

Since the abbot ordered other people not to act rashly before leaving, the rest of the people could only be anxious.

Following bursts of scalp-numbing wailing, the crowd couldn't help but gather in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

When everyone arrived, the scene had already been littered with corpses. More than a dozen monks and four elders had passed away. The eighteen arhats were also seriously injured and unconscious. Only the old abbot was alive and sitting on the ground.

Several senior disciples in the monastery surrounded him and asked what happened.

The old abbot struggled to open his cloudy eyes, and only said one sentence:
"After I pass away, I will pass on the mantle to Jingkong. You can't wait to seek revenge."

Several people wanted to ask something, but they saw that the old abbot's eyes had lost his spirit, his hands were hanging down, and he had passed away.

Later, in the descriptions of the surviving arhats, the people who came that night were dressed in black monk robes, with a naked head, and there were thousands of beetles when they waved their hands.

This black beetle is extremely weird, it can't be killed by ordinary means, and it has a strong restraint on internal energy.

Even the Golden Bell Shield of the Third Elder was easily breached.

The abbot and the four elders exhausted their energy after being surrounded by these black beetles, and finally died of exhaustion.

"The poor monk once studied the beetle corpses left on the ground. I think the abbot and several elders were not so much consumed to death, but rather drained of their skills."

The young abbot looked at Wang Gangquan and the others, and slowly told everything he knew.

Wang Gangquan nodded upon hearing this, and said:

"This is right with my guess. The monk Laitou is still young, and it is absolutely impossible for him to practice so many profound skills at the same time. He must have used the method of embedding flowers to steal them from others."

"Listen to the benefactor, have you fought against him?"

The young abbot was visibly shaken. Although the old abbot left his last words not to seek revenge before his death, he abandoned the law and studied the exercises because he thought that if he met that monk one day, it would come in handy.

Wang Gangquan sighed, and then told the details of his battle with Monk Laitou.

After hearing this, the young abbot couldn't help showing surprise. The black-robed monk, who couldn't bear the five masters, was killed by the young man in front of him.

Wang Gangquan also realized that his act of killing Monk Laitou was too shocking, and quickly explained that there were three masters to help out, and another top assassin was hiding in the dark waiting for an opportunity.

Wang Gangquan spoke nonsense with his eyes open, not caring about the taboo of Buddhists not to lie.

Of course, Yan Rongrong, Ning Yingxue, and Zhongli are indeed masters. That skinny monkey, who was so stubborn from the beginning to the end, killed the monk Laitou who pushed Wang Quanquan into a desperate situation in one blow. In some respects, he can also be considered a master. The ultimate assassin.

The young abbot who had avenged his vengeance put his palms together, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his eyes, and saluted Wang Quanquan.

Naturally, a monk would not say words like "Thank you for avenging me", but the human heart is fleshy after all, even the Buddha can get angry, let alone a monk who has eaten all the fireworks in the world.

Before Wang Bingquan could speak, Pu Wen interjected first:

"Master, let me be fair. If someone avenges me, even if it's unintentional, I will take out a hundred and eighty treasured cheat books in return."

Pu Wen looked upright and dignified, he didn't know what kind of person he was, and he really regarded him as a chivalrous man who spoke out for justice.

Wang Quanquan quickly refused:

"The chivalrous men of our generation should do chivalrous deeds, how can we ask for rewards."

The expression on his face was much more sincere than Pu Wen's. At this time, his hands were behind his back, and he looked like a hero.

But at a position where the young abbot couldn't see, he gave Pu Wen a thumbs up behind him.

In terms of the thickness of his skin, Wang Gangquan recognized him as the first, and no one dared to recognize him as the second.

What Pu Wen said just now was also instructed by his gaze.

This move is tantamount to being a whore and setting up a memorial archway.

Sure enough, the monk on the opposite side who didn't know the dangers of Jianghu just thought for a while, and immediately said:
"This benefactor is right, and he wants to repay."

After finishing speaking, he called the little novice just now, and told him to go to the Sutra Pavilion to get some excellent martial arts classics from Congmo Academy.

Wang Gangquan and Pu Wen kept their eyes on each other throughout the whole process, and their faces were upright, but in fact they were already happy in their hearts.

"If you have an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard", Wang Gangquan always said this sentence, and now Pu Wen felt that it was more and more reasonable.

The other three women present also had different expressions.

Moon Cake and Yan Rongrong had already seen the clues, but they didn't reveal it. As for the rest of Acha, they didn't see the two people's dirty tricks at all, so they admired their chivalry.

After the little novice brought the five secret books, Wang Bingquan pretended to evade, and then after the young abbot's insistence and Park Wen's "kind persuasion", he finally ended up saying, "Then I will be disrespectful." Put all the cheats into your arms.

Although Wang Bingquan had figured out the source of Monk Laitou's skill, he still didn't know his true identity, how the immortal Gu came from, and what the so-called "chess game" he said before he died meant what it meant.

Just when he was at a loss, the young abbot seemed to think of something and added:
"I checked the monk's identity before, but I only found the title of 'Living Maitreya', but these are not important now."

"Living Maitreya..."

Wang Gingquan muttered softly, he had heard of this name before, and he was a master of the same era as the sword god Zhao Zhiyi, also known as Sheng Endi.

Father... Wang Gangquan's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Because he remembered that he had been tricked by the other party more than once, so would it be the same this time...

Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head and tried his best to forget this terrible thought. After all, he really almost died this time, and a tiger's poison does not eat its children, so it wouldn't be... right?

Wang Gangquan, who was in a mess, had no intention of staying any longer, and got up to leave in a hurry.

After they returned to the inn, they saw the previous scene: Pu Wen went shopping with mooncakes and Ah Cha, while Wang Bingquan stayed in the house, frowning in silence.

Yan Rongrong gently sat aside, poured a cup of tea for himself and Wang Gingquan, and asked softly:
"What do you think?"

Wang Gangquan took the tea, with a smile on his face, and said:

"Before, I always felt that Monk Laitou appeared strangely. After passing through Congmoyuan, this feeling has not diminished but increased. Do you think it is possible that the two of you knew each other from the beginning since he recognized the sword skills of the emperor?"

Yan Rongrong also frowned when he heard the words, "They are all masters who have been famous for a long time, so it's not surprising that they know each other. Do you think that monk was sent by Emperor Shengen?"

Although Wang Gingquan didn't want to admit it, he still nodded. After all, in order to force Wang Bingquan to expose, Sheng Endi could spin a bottle of poison himself.

No matter how unlikely it is after thinking about it, if he hadn't been well-prepared against Monk Laitou that time, he would have died on the spot. Even if Emperor Shengen had no plans, he wouldn't have killed his son, right?
Thinking of this, Wang Bingquan leaned weakly on the back of the chair, raised his head, and was in a daze.

……

In Congmo Courtyard, since Wang Gingquan and others left, the young abbot personally cleaned up the case table that was shattered by him in a fit of anger. This was the first time this happened in the ten years since he became a monk, which shows how deep the hatred is.

When he lowered his head to clean, a childish voice sounded from behind him:

"What a wrathful King Kong."

The visitor came silently, but the young abbot was not surprised at all, and continued to do his own thing with his head down, until the broken wood was cleaned up.

After finishing everything, he turned around calmly and looked at the person coming.

The person who came seemed to be an ordinary little monk, but he was wearing a brocade cassock that did not match his identity, and he was holding a string of pure white giant clam beads worth thousands of gold. Huiming's uncle of the young master of Hanjing Temple.

Huiming pinched the Buddhist beads in his hands lightly, stared at the opposite person for a while, and then said:
"Do you regret it?"

The young monk didn't answer, just shook his head.

"Is it worth it?" The little monk continued to ask.

The young monk didn't even shake his head this time, just remained silent.

"The time limit is approaching. I have to leave for Xichi. I won't be able to return in a short time. Please take care of me at Hanjing Temple."

The young abbot remained silent and nodded.

"Hey..." The young monk who was only eleven or twelve years old sighed like an old man, "Mahayana Buddhism can save people but not oneself."

Then turned away.

After the figure of the little monk disappeared completely, the young abbot who cherished words like gold from beginning to end also sighed and murmured:
"Heart, restless."

The little novice who was helping to clean up the teacups next to him blinked and scratched his bald head, not knowing whether the word "quiet" in the mouth of the abbot he admired meant quietness or cleanliness.

……

At dinner time, Pu Wen finally rushed back with large bags of moon cakes and Ah Cha.

Now that the matter of the moon cakes has been settled, Pu Wen is in a good mood, and he bleeds hard. Not only did he take the two girls to visit all the shops in the city, but he also bought a lot of things in large and small bags, including Wang Gangquan. For the husband and wife.

Wang Gingquan picked up the mutton fat white jade that the other party gave him, and said suspiciously:
"You kid robbed the silver number in the city?"

Pu Wen smiled and said:

"Thanks to senior brother for taking care of me these days, a small gift, a little token of my heart."

Wang Gangquan knew that the other party was happy, so he didn't refuse, he picked up a big red silk cloth and asked:
"I understand the truth, but what are you buying this thing for? Why, when you're happy, how many concubines are you going to marry to celebrate?"

Pu Wen naturally didn't understand what the meaning of "aunt" was, and he should be similar to a concubine, so he scratched his head and said:

"I passed by the cloth shop just now. It looks good and the price is cheap, so I bought it for the mooncakes to save for the wedding."

Wang Gangquan gave a thumbs up when he heard the words, "Yes, you are a daddy, I accept it!"

The moon cake on the side rolled her eyes.

……

(End of this chapter)