I have a mirror of two realms

Chapter 62 The donor has a destiny with my Buddha

"Of course, I came to your temple this time because I want to do my best for Brother Liu's family."

Wang Teng nodded slightly and expressed his intention with a solemn expression.

It's a pity that the middle-aged monk seemed to turn a deaf ear to this, waiting for him to tell him with a faint smile on his face.

"Master, this is what happened."

Wang Teng smiled and quickly recounted the whole incident to the middle-aged monk in detail.

From the moment he came home and received the wedding invitation until he left the Liu Mansion, he described it very clearly from the perspective of a bystander.

"No, that's not right."

After listening to Wang Teng's story, the middle-aged monk lowered his eyes and murmured to himself.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Wang Teng was very curious, as to what the abbot of Tanyun Temple in front of him saw.

He himself has always felt that this matter was very strange, but he has always been unable to find a reasonable explanation.

It would be a good thing if the master in charge of Tanyun Temple could solve his doubts.

"What the poor monk wants to say is that nothing is right here, yet the donor made the whole thing so natural."

The middle-aged monk replied with a warm smile, then raised his eyelids and looked at Wang Teng: "The donor has a very sophisticated breath-containing technique, but the traces of a monk on his body are too heavy, and he doesn't look like an ordinary citizen at all."

"Uh"

Wang Teng suddenly became excited. He didn't expect that his breath-containing technique was actually seen through by the person in front of him.

But listening to his words, it seems that it is not that he has not mastered the breath-containing technique, but that his behavior has exposed himself.

He smiled and replied in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "Master Mingjian, I have just started practicing martial arts and I dare not show my shame in front of Master."

"The poor monk didn't mean to blame the donor, he just found it interesting."

The middle-aged monk waved his hand, and his wise eyes seemed to see through everything: "Donor, do you know why the poor monk asked Huijing to invite you here?"

"I don't know."

Wang Teng was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt at a loss.

Isn't it because of the Heart-Eating Corpse Demon thing?
Or maybe it’s not the secret of the Liu family’s treasure?

He secretly speculated in his heart, but there was no clue to answer it.

"Amitabha!"

The middle-aged monk recited the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "The donor is destined to be my Buddha."

Shrimp?

It’s the Buddha’s fate again!

Wang Teng was stunned, feeling that the scene in front of him seemed very familiar.

A few months ago, an old monk seemed to have said similar words to himself.

He subconsciously reached into his arms and took out a dull Buddhist bead and placed it in front of him.

"Amitabha! Since the donor has the token of faith with him, why should he abandon the near and seek the far away to find Huijing's head."

The middle-aged monk shook his head, and a different color bloomed in his originally calm eyes.

"Master Mingjian, this Buddhist bead was left by an eminent monk."

Wang Teng's brain was running rapidly, and a set of lies that was [-]% true and [-]% false came out of his mouth.

He also knows that the highest level of lying is the extremely silky smoothness of nine truths and one falsehood, which can make people feel deeply convinced invisibly.

But the incident happened suddenly and he had no time to prepare, so he had to try his best to beautify himself on the basis of logical and self-consistency.

"Amitabha!"

The middle-aged monk chanted the Buddha's name and looked at Wang Teng with piercing eyes: "The donor has a deep relationship with Buddha, so he was favored by the old man and gave him Buddhist beads. This poor monk is really envious!"

"But. But the master didn't leave his title, and he couldn't find it after he left. I wonder if the host master can tell me something?"

Wang Teng was puzzled, but he still asked with a pretense of regret.

"Everything has its own fate, so why should the donor be impatient?"

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly and started playing riddles again.

"I hope so, and I would like to thank you for your kind words, Master." Wang Teng nodded, sighed, and remained silent.

"The donor came to Tanyun Temple to make wishes and pray for blessings, but he went to the wrong door."

The middle-aged monk changed the topic and brought the topic back again.

"Oh?"

Wang Teng asked in surprise: "Excuse me for being stupid, but I hope you can teach me!"

He really didn't expect that Tanyun Temple would have such an attitude.

"The poor monk may still be able to intervene in matters outside Qingyuan County, but what about inside Qingyuan County?"

The middle-aged monk said half of his words and looked at Wang Teng without saying a word.

"I understand what the master is saying, but I still don't understand why it is so?"

Wang Teng understood what the Master of Tanyun Temple meant, but he still couldn't figure out the twists and turns.

Adhering to the principle of asking if you don't understand, he asked in person without any hesitation.

"There is the mighty power of Heaven above, and there are constraints from all sides below. What can I do!"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and refused to reveal the truth. He kept asking Wang Teng riddles.

"In other words, the imperial court suppresses it, the city god ostracizes it, and the local sect forces are not united?"

Wang Teng blinked and summed up briefly.

He didn't dare to speak too clearly, lest he cause trouble for himself.

Even the dignified abbot of Tanyun Temple had to play riddles and kept his secrets secret. How could he, Wang Tenghe, speak so freely?

"If the donor thinks it is, then it is, and if it is not, then it is not. This is what the poor monk said."

The middle-aged monk held up the flowers, smiled, and made a gesture to see off the guests.

"Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I'll take my leave now!"

Wang Teng bowed his hands as a gift, thanked him, turned around and walked out of the meditation room.

After going out, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though the middle-aged monk had always been kind and courteous to him, the pressure he endured when facing a big boss was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Donor, please follow this poor monk out."

Zhike monk Huijing watched Wang Teng walk out of the Zen room, and quickly took a few steps forward and said.

"Excuse me, Master Huijing."

Wang Teng cupped his hands and followed Huijing, the monk who knew the guest, to go out.

"Master Huijing, the name of the abbot of this temple."

On the way, he quietly asked Huijing about the name of the master in charge of Tanyun Temple.

"Amitabha!"

Huijing, the monk who knew the guest, stopped, clasped his hands, and replied with a pious face: "The abbot of this temple, the master, is called Zhenghua."

Then the two of them left the temple gate one after another, and Huijing turned around and returned to Abbot Zhenghua.

The purpose of Wang Teng and Tanyun Temple's team has basically been achieved. There is no need to go to Biyou Temple anymore, and they are ready to go down the mountain and go home directly.

Tanyun Temple.

Host the meditation room.

Zhike monk Huijing's face was as pale as paper, and she kept shouting: "Disciple knows that he is wrong, disciple knows that he is wrong"

"Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and doing good is great."

Host Zhenghua lowered his eyes, not even looking at Huijing, who was shaking like chaff in front of him.

a long time.

Huijing, who was sweating profusely, heard Master Zhenghua say calmly: "If this benefactor comes to Tanyun Temple again in the future, bring him directly to the poor monk."

"Disciple understands!"

Huijing knelt down on the ground with a pop and replied in fear.

(End of this chapter)