Plane hunting

Chapter 810 Mural, World

Thanks: 08a, Xin Chaopai, the rewards of the two brothers, thank you Xia Tian.

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"what's the situation?"

Huang Shaohong was a little dazed. Didn't he open up a new world every month before, 'discovering a new world'?What's the situation?
He communicated with the system in his heart, and the latter gave him the answer that the system opened up a new world, and it was consuming energy to actively search for the coordinates of Xiaoqian world.

In this Thousand Buddha Hall, the system has detected the new small thousand world coordinates, so it can save energy and omit some unnecessary steps.

"Can the coordinates of Xiaoqian world be detected here? So this is where the space-time chaos lies?"

Huang Shaohong's eyes moved, and he felt it carefully, no, with his ability as a supreme mage, if the time and space in the Thousand Buddha Hall are chaotic, how could he not feel it!
But put aside everything about landing in the new world, Huang Shaohong still has other things to do.

He clearly remembered that before he left the 'Liao Zhai World' last time, 'Shi Fang' saw the Thousand Buddha Hall, saw Lie Xinxi, and went in to pay homage to the thousands of eminent monks and arhats enshrined in the hall.

After the 'Ten Directions', another scholar and his bookboy also entered the Hall of Thousand Buddhas.

Then there was another man with a ferocious appearance who didn't seem to be kind, followed the pair of scholars and the boy into the Thousand Buddha Hall.

In the end, there was a short, fat and kind monk who claimed to be "Fudong" and entered the Hall of Thousand Buddhas.

That is to say, before I came in, there should be at least four people in this Thousand Buddha Hall.

But looking around now, apart from those Buddha statues, Huang Shaohong was alone in the entire temple.

He asked the system in his heart: "I'll talk about the login later, do you know where all the people who entered these temples have gone?"

But what he didn't expect was that the system suddenly fell silent, no matter how he called, there was no response.

In the end, in desperation, Huang Shaohong wanted to see if the system didn't want to talk to him, or something else, thinking that logging into the world would lock the return time, so as not to delay finding someone, he said to the system in his heart:

"I want to log in to the new world!"

But still no response!
"I go."

Huang Shaohong called a few more times, and finally confirmed that the system was out of contact. He called Potong a few times, but there was no response. This guy should still be in a deep sleep.

Huang Shaohong raised his eyebrows. Is this a system failure?Never seen this before!
He tried to contact both parties again, but the system still didn't respond, so Huang Shaohong had to give up temporarily. He knew that it was useless to be anxious. At this time, he could only wait for the system to contact him, or for Potong to wake up from his deep sleep.

And during this period of time, everything can only be relied on by himself. Fortunately, he has self-confidence. Even if he has no system and broken copper, he can still find ways to strengthen himself and find a path that belongs to him.

Huang Shaohong didn't walk out of the Thousand-Buddha Hall immediately, but walked around in the hall. It looked like he was visiting, but in fact he was exploring the mystery of the Thousand-Buddha Hall.

It doesn't matter whether he goes to Xiaoqian world or not, but Shifang is one of his own, so we can't let him go missing, right?

The Hall of Thousand Buddhas is said to enshrine a thousand Buddha statues, but it is not. There are not only statues of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras, but also statues of eminent monks and great virtues in this world.

Ordinarily, these statues are all kind-hearted and peaceful, but when people are among these thousands of statues, with the dim light, there will always be a creepy feeling.

Huang Shaohong was bold and bold, without any fear in his heart, he scanned back and forth among the thousands of Buddha statues.

I remember reading a crime novel in modern time and space. It said that after killing someone, it was made into a statue in a short period of time to deceive other people and hide the crime.

Huang Shaohong was thinking in his heart, those people who came in before, could they be the ones who were killed by others?
Ahem, he is of course just thinking wildly, not to mention other people, Shifang is a civil judge under the City God, with the blessing of divine power, how can he dare to get close to him when he is idle, let alone being killed by someone in a short time , make it into a statue.

Huang Shaohong was looking around when suddenly someone patted him on the back from behind, and at the same time a somewhat familiar voice asked:
"Sir, what are you looking for?"

Huang Shaohong was shocked at this moment. You must know that with his current strength, even if he can't use his true energy, he still has five senses that are stronger than that of a golden saint. How could someone walk behind him silently and touch him? touch his body.

Doesn't this mean that if someone uses a knife, it can be inserted into his back now!
Turning around suddenly, he saw a short, fat and kind monk. He was the short, fat monk among the few people who entered the Thousand Buddha Hall after Shifang entered the Hall of Thousand Buddhas.

At this moment, the smile on the chunky monk's face remained unchanged, looking at the shocked Huang Shaohong, he asked again:
"Benefactor, what are you looking for? The poor monk wants to see if he can help the benefactor!"

Huang Shaohong looked up and down on the monk, and found nothing wrong, and suddenly smiled: "Master, you scared me. Why didn't I see the figure of the master when I came in just now?"

He seemed relaxed on the surface, but in fact he was prepared inwardly, and even prepared for the possibility of making a move at any time. The monk in front of him was by no means simple!
The chunky monk chuckled: "The poor monk just added some lamp oil behind this Buddha statue!"

As he spoke, he shook the thing in his hand. It was a delicate metal oil pot. As he spoke, he turned and walked behind a Buddha statue, where there was a World War I oil lamp hanging on the wall.

The monk added some kerosene to the oil lamp, fiddled with the wick again, and the light emitted by the oil lamp became brighter in an instant.

The short and fat monk said to Huang Shaohong without turning his head while doing it: "The light in this hall is not good. There are only three lamps. If you add some lamp oil in from time to time, it will look even darker!"

Seeing that the monk didn't do anything else, Huang Shaohong felt relieved. Now that the monk said this, he realized that the light in the hall was really bad, obviously because there were too few lamps.

Although there is still sunshine outside, the windows are closed and the hall is deep and dark. With only these three oil lamps, the light is still too dim.

Huang Shaohong said casually:

"Then add more lamps. Master, you can't solve the problem just by adding oil like this. No matter how much oil is added, there is a limit to the place that can be illuminated!"

The fat monk suddenly sighed: "One Buddha, one lamp, there are only so many Buddhas, how can we add more lamps!"

"Master was joking, isn't this the Hall of Thousand Buddhas?"

As he spoke, he walked to the back of the Buddha statues, and sure enough, he saw an oil lamp on the wall behind each Buddha statue, but most of them were covered with dust, and there was no lamp oil or wick.

Huang Shaohong smiled and said: "Master, look, there are so many oil lamps, you just need to add some oil to them. When the time comes, thousands of lamps will light up, and this hall will definitely be resplendent. Why make it so spooky!"

The fat monk shook his head again: "With lamp oil, what's the use without a wick? Thousands of lamps can light up. How long has it been since I saw this poor monk!"

Huang Shaohong felt that what the monk said meant something, and was about to ask, but he heard the monk say: "The almsgiver was absent-minded just now, looking around in a daze, but what can't be done if you lost something in this hall?"

"The poor monk is in charge of taking care of the Thousand Buddha Hall. Donor, you may wish to tell me what you are looking for. Maybe the poor monk can help the benefactor, but I don't know!"

Huang Shaohong originally wanted to ask if there was something worthwhile in the other party's words, but when the other party said so, he realized that Shi Fang hadn't found it yet, and what he cared about other things seemed to be a bit off topic.

He shook his head and smiled wryly, opening his mouth to ask:

"Master, I don't know if you saw a little monk when you came in just now. He is my friend. He hasn't been out since he came in just now, but now I can't find him here."

"By the way, a scholar and his book boy also entered the Thousand Buddha Hall after him, and another man with a vicious face also followed in!"

The chunky monk shook his head: "The poor monk has seen too many people, and even if he does, he may not remember them."

Huang Shaohong laughed and said: "But just after they came in, Master, you walked into the Hall of Thousand Buddhas. Your front and rear feet are less than a stick of incense. How could you not see it, or maybe you can't remember it when you saw it!"

The short and fat monk suddenly rolled his eyelids: "The poor monk is old and his brain is not good!"

This is the start of a rogue.

Huang Shaohong was about to use some tricks to see what the monk was up to, when he heard the short and fat monk laugh:
"Forget it, the poor monk was just playing with you."

Huang Shaohong thought he was going to tell the whereabouts of Shifang and others, but unexpectedly the monk changed his voice and said something else:

"Some people say that when people come to this world, they are looking for things. Some people look for people, some people look for things, and some people look for themselves."

"However, some people can find what they are looking for, but some people go in the wrong direction, run counter to the goal they are looking for, and get farther and farther away. No matter how hard they try, they are destined to find what they are looking for in a lifetime. looking for something"

Huang Shaohong thought it was funny at first, and felt that the monk's words were like tongue twisters, but after a closer look, he found that what the other party said seemed to make sense.
Suddenly Huang Shaohong shook his head and laughed, and then realized: "I said Master, I want to find someone, you just say you don't know and that's it, what are you talking about Buddhism and Zen mechanism!"

The monk also laughed: "Old problems, some can't be changed, how about this, let me show you these murals, maybe you can find the answer in them!"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Huang Shaohong's consent, he lifted the oil lamp he had just refueled and pointed it at the mural on the wall.

Huang Shaohong remembered that the monk said that there were only three Buddhas and three lamps left, and he subconsciously wanted to see which Buddha statue and bodhisattva were behind the oil lamp.

He couldn't help being startled when he saw this, and saw that the Buddha statue in front of the oil lamp was a boy with a blue face and fangs.

There are seven buns on the top, the braided hair hangs down on the left shoulder, the left eye is closed, the lower teeth bite the upper lip, showing an angry appearance, carrying a raging fire, holding a sharp sword in the right hand, although the face is fierce like anger, but there is a strange solemnity revealed.

Huang Shaohong's understanding of Buddhist things is limited. As for the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, he only knows those who appear in Journey to the West.

He recognized Shakyamuni Buddha and Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, as well as Maitreya Buddha with big belly, and he also recognized the two Bodhisattvas Manjusri and Samantabhadra standing together, but he couldn't tell who was who when they were taken alone.

Such a buddhist novice naturally wouldn't recognize the blue-faced fang-toothed boy statue in front of him. He was looking at it, guessing which Buddhist power it was, when he suddenly saw the closed left eye of the Buddha statue, opened it suddenly, and then blinked at him twice , seems to be naughty and seems to be teasing him.

"Hey this."

Huang Shaohong pointed to the Buddha statue and was about to speak when he heard the short and fat monk next to the wall say:

"Benefactor, come here. No one will talk to you over there with wooden clay sculptures!"

Hearing this, Huang Shaohong walked up to the monk, and pointed to the Buddha statue that blinked at him just now: "Master, what kind of Buddha is that Buddha statue?"

The fat monk laughed: "That's not a Buddha, that's a Bodhisattva. Look over here, is that the scholar you're looking for?"

Huang Shaohong was instantly attracted by his words, looked at the murals, and saw that the murals on the wall were very exquisite, and the characters on them were lifelike.

In the upper right corner, there are many celestial maidens who scatter flowers. Among them is a girl with hanging hair, holding flowers in her hands and smiling. Her small cherry mouth seems to be talking, and her eyes seem to be rolling.

The painting on the left is the palaces and pavilions, one after another, surrounded by auspicious clouds, no longer like a scene in the world.

In the pavilion, there is an old monk preaching the Dharma on his seat, surrounded by many monks listening to the lecture, and a scholar is standing behind many monks, as if attracted by the old monk's Dharma.

The boy behind the scholar was carrying a bookcase on his back, with a tired expression on his face, he was pulling at the scholar's sleeve, as if he wanted to tell his master to leave quickly.

"This is."

Huang Shaohong's eyes moved, he turned to the short and fat monk and said, "I'm looking for a monk, a little monk named Shifang!"

The chunky monk nodded suddenly: "Then let's come over here and see if there is one on your side!" Then he pointed to the other wall.

The walls around the main hall are covered with all kinds of murals. Huang Shaohong didn't observe carefully at first, but now he followed the short and fat monk's finger to look over there, and saw the murals over there, which seemed to be related to monks.

The chunky monk led him to the wall, and pointed out, "Do you think this is the little monk you are looking for?"

Huang Shaohong looked there, and saw where the monk was pointing, a handsome young monk was leading a white horse dragging luggage and following a young monk.

However, the expression of this little monk is very abrupt to this mural, because he is looking around in a daze, as if he is at a loss and full of doubts about everything.

In the distance in the mural, a mountain with five fingers clearly identifiable, like a human palm, stands in the clouds and mists. In the farther distance, a Buddha with shining Buddha light sits cross-legged on a precious mountain guarded by thousands of Buddhas with his eyes closed.

Huang Shaohong could see clearly that that handsome young monk, who else could he be if not Shifang!
"This is."

The chubby monk smiled slightly: "This mural is "Master Xuanzang's Journey to the West to Seek Buddhist Scriptures"!"

Huang Shaohong pointed in all directions: "I mean, why is my friend in that mural?"

"Everyone has something they are looking for. Perhaps what this little monk is looking for can be found in this mural."

The short and fat monk said something unfathomable, and turned to Huang Shaohong, smiling slightly: "Then benefactor, what are you looking for?"

"I told you to find Shifang!"

"I'm asking about your heart!"

The short and fat monk laughed, turned around and put the oil lamp back on the wall, then walked out, and said with a smile: "Donor, please take a look at these murals, maybe you don't know what you get!" The Buddha statue went out of the door.

"Hey, master!" Huang Shaohong chased after him one step at a time, but when he turned around the Buddha statue, the shadow of the monk disappeared.

The corner of Huang Shaohong's mouth twitched: "Master, is it because you are too short and blocked by the Buddha statue, so it is difficult for me to see you!"

"Boy's mouth stinks!"

Sure enough, the short and fat monk's voice came out from behind a Buddha statue.

Huang Shaohong laughed, and walked towards the back of the Buddha statue, trying to find out the monk and ask the truth of the matter, but just as he took a step, he felt like falling into the clouds, the surrounding scenery changed, the flowers were fragrant and the birds were singing, and when he came to his senses, he found that I am no longer in the Great Country Temple.

(End of this chapter)