Chapter 64 Bodhisattva Heart
Gao Xu regretted following Zhao Yushu up the mountain
When he smelled the stench, he began to hesitate whether to continue, but in this place full of evil spirits, it was very important to have a smart companion, so he held back.
Now when I think back to when Lao Zhao asked him to prepare a face towel at the foot of the mountain, his nonchalant look really deserved a beating
"I'm not bragging. I've been traveling all over the country for so many years and have seen all kinds of situations." So Gao Xu held onto the bamboo door and began to vomit.
This is the scene after Zhao Yushu spent the whole morning cleaning up.
"Who is such a beast to do such a thing, damn, ugh~"
"Is it Huiming?" the old monk heard the noise and spoke softly.
"It's me, my uncle."
"Who's coming with you?"
Zhao Yushu scratched his head. Hey, I forgot to ask Fatty Gao his Dharma name.
"Reporting to my uncle master, this disciple Huixin is here."
"Hui Xin," the uncle-master pondered for a long time, as if he could not remember this disciple. Come to think of it, this temple is not small. Zhao Yushu has seen nearly a hundred monks along the way, not including the many more who are now performing rituals in the main hall.
I call him my great-grandmaster, and it's been three generations, so it's normal that he doesn't remember.
The uncle stopped talking, Zhao Yushu picked up the shovel and continued to clean up. The tall fat man was stunned when he saw this scene, and pulled Zhao Yushu out.
"Brother Zhao, what are you doing?"
Zhao Yushu put his index finger to his lips outside the mask and hushed, "Brother Huixin, just in case, we'd better call each other by our Buddhist names in the temple, especially when there are outsiders around."
The tall fat man hurriedly covered his mouth, apparently forgetting this in his haste.
"Brother Huiming, why are you cleaning that thing? Isn't it disgusting?"
"It's disgusting. I vomited all the acid this morning, but don't you feel pity for him?"
Gao Xu hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Brother Huiming has a kind heart."
Zhao Yushu shrugged noncommittally: "Would you like to join us?"
Gao Xu waved his hand and refused. Zhao Yushu did not force him and turned back to work.
Gao Xu looked at his back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but turn around and leave.
"Where are you going, brother?"
"Find a shovel, you can't let me grab it with my hands!"
As the sun set over the hill, the two of them finally cleaned up the filth in the house. Although there was still a lingering stench, it was no longer as horrible as it was during the day.
When the night wind from the mountains blows through overnight, it will be mostly gone tomorrow morning.
The old monk had fallen asleep without knowing when. His huge body couldn't even lie down, so he just sat there snoring.
"Junior Brother Huiming, what are your plans for the future?" Gao Xu spoke in a muffled voice, with two pieces of cloth stuffed in his nose.
"I want to get a clear idea of the whole temple layout first, and it would be best if I could get to the main gate and try to get out." The two sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the sunset in the west and discussing countermeasures.
Gao Xu agreed: "Leave it to me."
"Well, then I'll go look for Bujie and the others. They are Buddhists themselves. If they are still alive, it would be more convenient for them to meet us."
Gao Xu was a little worried: "It's hard to tell the difference between humans and ghosts here, so it's better to take a long-term view when trying this kind of thing."
"Don't worry, I have my own way"
Seeing Lao Zhao so confident, Gao Xu didn't say anything more. Everyone was not stupid. If they could avoid the first kill when they opened their eyes, it would not be a problem to save their lives later.
Watching the setting sun getting lower and lower, Zhao Yushu stood up and said, "We will meet here every evening to exchange information."
"Okay, take care, Brother Zhao."
"Take care, Brother Gao"
After returning to the monastery, Zhao Yushu, who had been hungry and vomiting for a day, forced himself to eat something. Now that he had no cultivation, it was very important to maintain his physical strength.
The monks in the monastery gathered in groups of three or five to chat and play cards. They really played cards, but they were just wooden cards. Zhao Yushu had never seen the rules of the game before, so he did not participate.
"Junior brother, what's wrong with you today? Don't you like to play a few games on weekdays?" Zhao Yushu turned around and saw that it was the monk who woke him up in the morning. He even gave him his broken palm.
"Alas, I went to the back mountain to feed my uncle today, so I really don't have the energy to play." Zhao Yushu believed that this excuse would definitely work. If these monks knew the state of their uncle at the top of the back mountain, they would never doubt him.
As expected, after hearing his words, there was a burst of laughter in the monastery, and the monks all laughed at him with glee.
These damn things
"We have to go again tomorrow, I'll take a rest first, Senior Brother." Ignoring their ridicule, Zhao Yushu lay down with his clothes on. After dark, quietly visiting the enemy camp is something that only heroes can do. Now he is just a mortal. If he does this, he will die quickly enough. It is better to have a good sleep and rest up.
Nothing happened all night
The next morning, Zhao Yushu got up early to wash without being called. He had just walked out of the monk's room a few steps when he saw the messenger monk Huijing running towards him.
"Brother Huiming, Uncle is looking for you."
Looking for me again? What does this old man want to do? Didn’t I already go to deliver the meal?
With some doubts, some caution and some fear, Zhao Yushu followed Huijing to the eerie Zen room.
"You go in by yourself."
"Thank you, Senior Brother"
I knocked on the door and entered the room. The old monk was still sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"Disciple Huiming, greetings to Uncle Master"
The old monk hummed and said, "How was it when you went to feed the children yesterday?"
How? What else can I do besides feeding?
Zhao Yushu rolled his eyes and decided to try a test.
"Master uncle doesn't want to eat"
"Hmph!" Upon hearing this, the uncle on the bed spit out a word fiercely, and the ghost energy in the whole room suddenly rolled endlessly.
"Don't want to eat?! Don't want to eat when it's his turn?!" The uncle seemed to be questioning Zhao Yushu, and seemed to be talking to himself. After a long time, the turbulent ghost energy slowly calmed down.
Is it his turn? Zhao Yushu once again grasped a key piece of information, which proved that the old monk in the back mountain was not the first monk to be treated like this.
"And then?" After calming down his anger, the uncle asked coldly.
"The disciple said, this is the order of the uncle, and he obediently agreed to let the disciple feed him."
The highest level of lying is not telling lies one after another, nor is it the so-called nine lies and one truth, but telling the truth throughout, but the meaning expressed is completely different from the facts.
I said this was your idea, you devil. My uncle-master did agree to let me feed him, but I didn’t. Are you angry?
Hearing this, the uncle was very satisfied.
"Yes, yes, you are a third-generation disciple. Although you don't have to respect him, he is your great-uncle after all. It is human ethics for you not to force him to feed. You are better than your senior brother Huicheng. Go ahead and continue feeding. It will be over in another six days. When the benefactor pays the money, you will get a reward."
Good Lord? How does this relate to Good Lord?
Although he was full of doubts, this was undoubtedly an important clue. Zhao Yushu nodded and saluted: "Disciple thanks Uncle Master."
After closing the door of the meditation room and saying hello to the messenger monk Huijing, Zhao Yushu went to the canteen to get a bucket of lard rice, and then he went up the mountain with the wooden bucket. Naturally, yesterday's meal had already fallen down the cliff.