Chapter 65: Clues in the Sutra Library
When we got to the bamboo house in the back mountain, the stench had indeed dissipated a lot. Although it was still there, it was no longer unbearable for ordinary people.
He opened the door and put the rice bucket aside. The old monk's eyelids trembled slightly: "Is it Huiming?"
"It's me, Uncle Master. Are you okay today?"
"well"
It was a rare day for the old monk to not suffer, and he seemed to be in a much better mood. Even his weak voice was filled with joy.
"Uncle Master, if you don't want to eat the lard rice today, would you like to eat a cucumber (the cucumber in the previous life)?" Zhao Yushu took out a washed cucumber from his arms. This fat monk ate so much lard, it's time to eat some vegetarian food to cleanse his stomach.
The uncle's thick lips opened and closed slightly, and the fat on his neck trembled, as if he was swallowing saliva.
"Then, eat something."
Zhao Yushu climbed onto the bamboo bed and handed the cucumber to the old monk's mouth. The old monk tried hard to open his mouth, but Zhao Yushu's hand trembled and the cucumber almost fell.
My uncle has no teeth
The uncle master seemed to have noticed something and forced a smile: "They knocked it off."
Zhao Yushu felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously glanced around. Sure enough, he saw a funnel on the wall beside him.
So this is how we feed lard rice before?
"Uncle Master, please wait a moment."
Zhao Yushu ran out of the bamboo house, found a clean stone to smash the cucumber, brought it back to the house, and fed it to his uncle with a wooden spoon.
The uncle couldn't chew, so he tried to force the food into his stomach by smacking his mouth for a while, revealing a look of unsatisfied expression.
"very nice"
After saying these two words, the uncle lowered his head slightly and made a slight snoring sound.
Zhao Yushu walked out of the bamboo house, closed the door, walked to the western cliff and sat down.
Fuck, shitty place.
Zhao Yushu sat for a while and then went down the mountain. Although he didn't know if there was a so-called time limit in the place he was in, he had a bad feeling that he only needed to feed his uncle for six days, and after six days, something terrible would happen.
Thanks to the extreme laxity of this temple, Zhao Yushu had nothing to do except feeding, which gave him plenty of time to carry out his plan.
Gao Xu will figure out the layout of the temple, and he needs to find out the basic information of the temple, such as what kind of temple it is.
The best place to see the temple name is naturally the gate, but Zhao Yushu doesn't plan to go there. He has a bold idea.
"Scripture Pavilion, every temple has one." Zhao Yushu looked at the old two-story wooden building in front of him. The faded plaque was almost unreadable. Thinking of the overgrown pagoda forest that Gao Xu took him to yesterday, Zhao Yushu came to a conclusion.
If there is a temple that performs very well in all aspects, and the behavior of that temple has a mirror, then where you are now is the other side of the mirror.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yushu looked up at the sky
Is it possible that I am actually in the mirror right now?
There was no point in thinking too much. Zhao Yushu walked into the Sutra Library. The ground was covered with dust. There was a set of shoe prints. It looked like someone had been here recently, but the Sutra Library had not been cleaned for a long time.
Rows of bookshelves were filled with books. Looking through the layers, most of them were Buddhist scriptures that could be found everywhere, and there were also some mortal practice boxing and kicking books. There was not a single book on cultivation.
It's not surprising. I've been here for two days. Although the monks look spooky, I haven't seen any of them have spiritual light flashing.
There must be some practitioners in this temple, right?
Zhao Yushu was a little disappointed. His main purpose of coming to the Sutra Library was to see if he could find some bargains. After all, he was already here, and this temple was not small, so there should be some secret manuals of martial arts, such as the Vajra Circle of Monk Bujie.
Sighing, Zhao Yushu, who had gained nothing, was ready to leave, and subconsciously, he glanced at the footprints on the ground.
I am here to find the secret book, what is this person looking for?
So Zhao Yushu followed the footprints and slowly walked up to the second floor, carefully coming to a row of cabinets.
Unlike the messy arrangement downstairs, this cabinet not only has a door, but also a water tank next to it to prevent fire.
This cabinet seems to be more valued.
Zhao Yushu opened the cabinet door and pulled out a booklet on top. His excitement calmed down.
It's not a secret book, it's just a normal pilgrim's list
Zhao Yushu was about to throw it back when his eyes fell on the latest name.
Wang Youcai donated 11,999 taels of silver and prayed for his mother for three days
Brother Huicheng went to perform a ritual for a great benefactor, so the job of feeding his uncle fell on me.
Wang Yuanwai built a ghost Buddha in his home, so he sent a notice thousands of miles away to invite a master to exorcise the demon.
The wealthy and kind-hearted Wang Youcai, the wealthy and kind-hearted Wang Yuanwai
Are these two the same person?
Zhao Yushu put the booklet into his arms and hurried out of the Sutra Library.
He wants to verify this matter because it is very important.
When I signed up to handle the ghost and Buddha affairs, I got the news that Wang Yuanwai had been paralyzed by fear, and the reward notice was issued by his wife, so it was impossible for him to pray for his mother.
If they are the same person
Zhao Yushu ran quickly towards the tallest building in the temple, which was the Great Hall for Praying for Blessings.
If they are the same person
wrong time
The main hall was getting closer and closer. Zhao Yushu rushed into the courtyard where the main hall was located. The sound of chanting suddenly exploded, as if he had entered a barrier.
Zhao Yushu stopped
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but with the sudden sound of prayers and chanting, he felt an unprecedented discomfort.
The Buddhist scriptures, which should have been magnificent and grand, sounded like sharp nails scratching a wooden board, making one's whole body explode and scalp numb.
The magnificent Mahavira Hall is filled with ghostly aura, and the magnificent scriptures have become the sound of devil that penetrates the ears.
Zhao Yushu, whose eardrums hurt, realized that he had no ability to get close during the prayer period. If he forced his way in, the best outcome would be to become an idiot who was driven crazy by stimulation.
"Huiming!" A hand suddenly grabbed him from behind. Huixin, also known as Gao Xu, frowned and pulled him back. Judging from his expression, he was also tortured by the magic sound.
As soon as I stepped out of the courtyard, the sound disappeared, as if it had never been heard.
Zhao Yushu's face turned pale, and he began to retch while holding onto a tree.
Gao Xu came over and helped him up: "Hurry up, we can't stay here. If we are discovered and we can't stand the noise, we will be finished."
The two stumbled to the back of the mountain, and Gao Xu sat down on the ground: "You are lucky, I happened to be next to you"
"You're in?"
"Take a step forward. But I walked in, so it's easier to back out. I saw you running over from a distance, and you rushed in before I could call you. Why did you run?"
Zhao Yushu took a breath and said, "I want to see who is performing the ritual."
"What does it have to do with you?"
"I want to confirm whether Wang Youcai, who performed the ritual, is Mr. Wang"