Chapter 62 Feeding pigs?
Taking care of my uncle-master, this task seemed very ordinary. Zhao Yushu was more and more confused.
If he just wanted to survive in this strange temple, he would be invincible with the Buddha beads. Even smart people could hide themselves.
But how to get out of here, or how to kill the ghosts and Buddhas?
These questions are a bit far-fetched. The most serious problem facing me right now is: where the hell is this unlucky uncle-master?
Zhao Yushu looked around and found that the monk who had just delivered the message had not left. It seemed that he was the monk specially assigned to this uncle.
"Senior Brother," Zhao Yushu ran over and greeted him.
"Junior brother, why don't you hurry up and do your work? What do you want from me?" Well, the monks in this temple are very aggressive. They are a bunch of ghosts. It will be a problem if they all keep calm.
"It's like this, my uncle asked me to take care of my great uncle on behalf of Brother Huicheng, because Brother Huicheng has to go to perform a ritual for the great benefactor. I don't know if my great uncle has any preferences or, hehe, taboos. Unfortunately, there is no time to ask Brother Huicheng at this time. Everyone says that you are the most helpful, so I came to ask you for advice."
The messenger monk was usually only responsible for delivering messages, and had never been treated so highly of others before. He was quite pleased with himself.
So he put his hands behind his back and looked up: "Junior brother, you are too cautious. We respect our teacher and call him Grandmaster Uncle, but he is just a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered. Just go to the canteen and get him some lard rice to eat."
What the hell did I hear?
Zhao Yushu could hardly believe his ears. He actually heard words like fat pig and lard from a monk in a temple. The word fat pig was even used to describe his great-uncle master!
Zhao Yushu's astonishment made the messenger monk narrow his eyes: "Junior brother, do you have any doubts?"
“No, no,” Zhao Yushu waved his hands, “It’s just that I’m timid, and I’m still a little scared to do these things.”
"You, why can Brother Huicheng perform rituals while you can only feed the pigs?" The monk Chuan Xin looked disappointed and said, "Forget it. Today I feel sorry for you, so I will personally take you to perform the ritual. Just watch carefully."
"Thank you, senior brother! You are so kind, you will surely have a bright future. I will never forget your kindness today!" Old Zhao continued to flatter him. The messenger monk waved his hand and walked out of the courtyard with Zhao Yushu in a swagger.
The monk Chuan Xin was obviously not of high status, and few monks greeted him along the way, but he didn't care at all. A little brother following him gave him a lot of confidence.
When they arrived at the dining hall, the messenger monk went straight to the kitchen and said, "Give me a bucket of lard rice!"
The monk in the kitchen looked up at him and ignored him.
The messenger monk was furious: "My uncle personally told me to bring Junior Brother Huiming here to get food, how dare you refuse to give it to me!"
The monk in the kitchen turned sideways and saw Huiming following behind the messenger monk: "Aren't you Brother Huicheng on normal days? Why are you here today?"
"Brother Huicheng has gone to perform a ritual," Zhao Yushu answered honestly.
The monk in the kitchen sneered and said, "He is lucky. He ran away and threw this hard job to you."
Zhao Yushu's eyes turned: "Senior Brother will be back in three days."
"I won't exchange it with you even if I come back. Just finish the last seven days honestly." The monk in the kitchen brought out a large wooden barrel from the kitchen. It was filled with lard rice. The white fat was almost overflowing. Zhao Yushu felt uncomfortable in his stomach.
"Let's go." Seeing that the monks in the kitchen still ignored him, the messenger monk decided not to bother himself and walked out of the kitchen.
Zhao Yushu carried a large bucket of greasy rice and followed the messenger monk to the top of the mountain. As the two walked further and further away, there were fewer and fewer monks on the road. In the end, there was no monk left.
"Master's uncle lives in a remote place." Zhao Yushu looked at the deep bamboo forest around him. There was a hint of gloom in the quiet place.
"Who would go to the pigsty? If it weren't for you being honest and sincere, I wouldn't come even if you gave me ten taels of silver."
"When I have the chance to perform the ritual and receive the reward, I will present it to you to thank you for your kindness today," Zhao Yushu promised without hesitation.
The messenger monk nodded with satisfaction: "Everyone says you are sensible, and today I see that you are indeed sensible. If you have any problems in the future, just report my name Huijing."
It turns out that this monk's name is Huijing, but judging from the attitude of other monks towards you, your name seems to be of no use.
However, Zhao Yushu still nodded and thanked him: "Thank you, Senior Brother."
After walking a few more steps, a faint stench came. Zhao Yushu sniffed. Could there really be a pigpen on the top of the mountain?
As time went by, the stench became stronger. Hui Jing stopped and covered his mouth and nose: "Brother, I will take you here. You can go forward by yourself. Come back after feeding. I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain!"
Before she finished speaking, Huijing had already turned around and fled.
Zhao Yushu thought, you just left like that, I flattered you and promised to pay you, and you got this? But the stench is too exaggerated, even public toilets are not so outrageous.
But now that I'm here, I have to bite the bullet and go ahead.
After turning a corner, a simple bamboo hut appeared in front of us. Judging from the hawks flying around, this must be the source of the stench.
Zhao Yushu had a bad feeling. The next scene was something he didn't want to see, but he had to watch it.
After searching for a long time in his arms, he still couldn't find anything to cover his mouth and nose. Zhao Yushu had no choice but to carry the bucket to the front of the bamboo house and open the door of the leaky room.
"vomit!"
Zhao Yushu turned around and vomited. He had never vomited so miserably in his two lives. Even when he was carried by Zhang Hong to fly, it was not so outrageous.
There is indeed a pig in the house
Unfortunately, this pig is a human.
A person who can no longer be described as a human being
After Zhao Yushu finished vomiting, he held the door and looked inside.
If I could weigh it on a scale, it would probably weigh more than a thousand pounds.
An old monk wearing only a torn cassock, who was as round as Maitreya, sat on a wide bamboo bed. The human head placed on such a huge body made people feel physically uncomfortable.
The bamboo bed was specially made, with only the edges supported by bamboo, and the middle was completely empty. Under the bed was a pool of excrement that had not been cleaned for who knows how long, with flies flying around and maggots crawling back and forth.
"Ugh!" After taking a look, Zhao Yushu couldn't help but turn back and vomit violently.
What the hell is this? What the hell are they doing? Why are they treating an old monk like a pig?
"Is it Huicheng?" a faint voice came. The old monk's eyelids had become so swollen that they covered his eyes. The old monk, who could not see anything, could barely hear someone coming and asked with difficulty.
"Uncle Master, this is Huiming. Brother Huicheng cannot come today due to some matters. I will serve you in the next few days." Zhao Yushu felt a little compassion for the old monk. He suppressed his nausea and replied respectfully.
"It's Huiming," the old monk seemed to be recalling who Huiming was. After a while, there was no further news.
Zhao Yushu sighed, picked up the wooden barrel and walked forward, picked up the wooden spoon in the barrel and scooped up a spoonful of lard rice.
As if he heard the sound of scooping rice, the uncle's huge body trembled.
"Huiming," a voice filled with fear came from the mouth of the master's uncle.
Zhao Yushu quickly replied: "I'm here, Uncle Master."
The old monk moved his lips, and his tone was filled with pleading: "Can I not eat?"