Chapter 67: 1 Golden Statue and 2 Coins
"Oh, oh, I'm so tired," a panting sound came from the door. Bujie turned his head slightly and saw a fat, fair-skinned man wearing a silk shirt and weighing at least 200 pounds squeezed in from the door.
An old monk in a cassock came forward to greet him. The great benefactor quickly put his hands together and said, "Thank you for your hard work, all the monks. Thank you for your hard work, all the monks."
The old monk responded: "The filial piety of the benefactor is so touching that even the Buddha is moved. Your mother will surely get better. It's getting late, let's get started."
With the help of a group of senior monks, the great benefactor moved to the altar, sat down on the ground, put his hands together and prepared to chant.
The obese Benevolent Master and the obese Maitreya statue sit opposite each other, like a mirror image.
Bujie looked at the great benefactor, then at the Buddha statue, frowned slightly, and a doubt arose in his heart.
But now is obviously not the time to explore. There are ghosts all around, and one can be eaten by ghosts if one is not careful. The most urgent task is to find out where this place is and find that person.
Bujie had a hunch that if he wanted to solve this strange incident, or to solve the ghost Buddha incident, the most important thing was that the traveling scholar Zhao Yushu, who was only from the outer scene of the second heaven, whom he occasionally met on the road,
The benefactor sat down, and the old monk picked up the wooden fish and tapped it three times, then began to recite a passage that the monk had not heard in the past ten years.
The sound gradually grew louder, like the buzz of a mosquito at first, then a swarm of flies, then the gibberish of a madman, and finally the scream of a ghost.
Bujie felt a pain in his heart and a sweetness in his mouth. He almost vomited a mouthful of blood.
Yuan Zhen, who was standing beside him, looked pale and seemed to be about to vomit blood and fall to the ground at any moment.
"Recite the Diamond Sutra silently," Bujie whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear. Yuanzhen didn't understand why, but this was the Buddhist scripture he was best at, so he recited it silently. It seemed that a warm current flowed through his body, and the harsh noise seemed to be a little smaller.
Some people are not so lucky.
A monk in the hall suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the old monk who was chanting sutras: "You evil monk! I will take you in!"
This person seemed to have some martial arts skills. Even though he had no skills at this time, he was still very agile. With a few leaps, he actually crossed half of the hall and pounced on the old monk like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Blood was oozing out of his mouth and nose. It was obvious that he could not withstand the old monk's chanting and had to fight to the death.
Yuan Zhen was determined to cooperate with this man to kill the evil monk, but just as he was about to make a move, Bujie stretched out his hand and pressed on his knee, pinning Yuan Zhen to the spot.
The old monk seemed not to notice the outsider flying towards him, and continued to chant with a ghostly sound. Several monks around him suddenly pounced on him, hanging on him like spiders, and dragged him down from mid-air.
Scary screams and gnawing sounds were heard, and four or five monks were lying on the ground on all fours like spiders, chewing madly. The old monk continued to chant, and the other monks did not move at all. What surprised Bujie or relieved him was that the great benefactor was indeed unmoved.
What a house full of monsters
After a while, the old monk suddenly struck the wooden fish, and the chanting stopped.
Bujie and Yuanzhen breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could take a second deep breath, the old monk spoke again, and this time, all the monks followed him in chanting.
The Water and Land Dharma Assembly officially begins
Not to mention that Bujie and Yuanzhen were enduring the soul-demanding Sanskrit sound, Zhao Yushu and Gao Xu, after figuring out the current time point, finally got a few clues about the current situation of the fog. Even if it was not much, it finally gave them a direction for investigation.
Zhao Yushu was still brooding over what his uncle said: It's his turn now.
My uncle-master is not the first one to be raised like a pig. Why should people be raised like pigs?
Zhao Yushu had a guess, and combined with the existing information, he believed that his guess was correct. But is just discovering this enough to break the situation in the ghost temple where time has been reversed for half a year?
He seems to have learned the truth about the backstory
But he didn't understand what the mission required.
Zhao Yushu decided to start the investigation from the least threatening person
Uncle
In the back mountain, Zhao Yushu pushed open the bamboo door and took out a bag of crushed fruits and vegetables from his arms: "Uncle Master, look what I brought you."
The master uncle's toothless mouth licked the crushed fruits and swallowed them contentedly.
The old monk wanted to sleep after eating his snacks, but Zhao Yushu was not in a hurry. He watched his uncle slept for a full hour. He didn't know what he dreamed about. He shook his round head slightly with a start, and raised his eyelids a little.
"Master uncle has woken up"
The uncle was stunned for a moment: "Huiming, you haven't replied yet."
"Well, I have something I want to ask you." Zhao Yushu didn't intend to beat around the bush with the old monk. If he was right, the old monk was not a good person.
"you say"
Zhao Yushu took a step forward. Although his uncle couldn't see clearly, he could still feel a shadow approaching.
"I would like to ask my uncle-master, how much is a golden Buddha statue?"
With a creaking sound, the bamboo bed made a sound of being overwhelmed.
The uncle master seemed to be frightened, and his fat body subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he could not move anymore after just a little movement, and only his fat body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Is it difficult to answer? Then let me change the question. Uncle Master, do you know how much you sold it for?"
The fat was shaking even more violently, as if it had finally realized that it had no way to escape, and was afraid that this disciple, who had treated him very well, would start feeding him sloppy lard rice like the others before.
The uncle-master finally let out a faint sigh: "It should be 11,999 taels."
It is indeed so.
Then Zhao Yushu turned around, and there was no change in the whole world. In other words, knowing the truth was not a way to break the impasse, or was there more to the truth?
Zhao Yushu couldn't help but sigh: "That's right, 11,999 taels, and five days left."
"This is my sinful debt, I must pay it back"
Zhao Yushu couldn't help but sneer after hearing this: "Since you want to pay off your debt, why doesn't Master Uncle want to eat lard rice?"
The uncle's thick lips trembled, and he could not answer.
Yes, watching others being tortured is nothing, and for some people it is even a kind of enjoyment; but being tortured yourself is another matter entirely.
Obviously, it is not the first time that this temple has picked out a few old monks, fed them like pigs, and then made them into golden Buddha statues and sold them to philanthropists at high prices. It's just that this time it's the uncle's turn.
Since this is not the first time this has happened, why did the Ghost Buddha drag himself into this scene?
Zhao Yushu did not continue to ask his uncle master, because he had too little information at the moment. If his uncle master wanted to deceive him, it would be easy to mislead him.
You must have enough information, and then come to Master Uncle for the final confirmation.
Zhao Yushu turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down. His uncle should be the golden Buddha statue that Wang Yuanwai brought home. However, is this old monk really the Cthulhu Buddha statue?