Chapter 68 Encounter
To be honest, all the monks in this temple are more like ghosts than this unlucky uncle. No, it should be said that they are ghosts.
With the blessing of the Buddhist beads on his left wrist, all the ghosts in the temple were invisible to Zhao Yushu, but there was no trace of ghosts on the old monk.
But he was not as normal as outsiders like himself and Gao Xu. He looked more like a mess.
Neutral NPC?
After his thoughts were verified by his uncle, Zhao Yushu decided on the next direction. There were two lines of thought. One was to find Bujie, and the other was to find out how the ghost Buddha pulled him and others to half a year ago. Zhao Yushu had seen big scenes before. Apart from Meng Yan's colored glaze barrier, he had never heard of anyone who could make a fake to the point of replacing a person.
The ghost Buddha cannot be an internal scene, otherwise there is no need to do this, just slaughter Longmen and be done with it. In this case, we have to start from another direction.
Zhao Yushu had a hunch that if he wanted to break the impasse, Bujie, the flower monk who did not abide by the Buddhist precepts, might be the most critical one.
Today is the second day of the grand Dharma Assembly. The monks chanting sutras in the Dharma Assembly do not chant for twelve hours without rest, but in three shifts.
Bujie and Yuanzhen had been tortured all day yesterday, so they prepared earplugs in advance. I don’t know if the earplugs really worked or if they were just mentally prepared. Although they still felt very uncomfortable, they didn’t vomit blood again.
The two of them finished their shift and followed the main group out of the hall. The second group of monks came in to continue. As they were leaving, Bujie saw from afar a monk staggering in from outside the courtyard of the hall, and then fell to the ground.
own people?
Bujie is a very straightforward monk. If Yuanzhen saw this, he might hesitate to help, but Bujie didn't hesitate at all.
Pretend you didn't see it
Then, another monk rushed in and helped the fallen monk up and ran out. Bujie frowned.
The monk who was being helped away seemed to have a string of Buddhist beads on his left wrist
And Zhao Yushu also seems to have a string of Buddhist beads
Coincidence? Maybe. After all, there are monks everywhere in this temple, and it is normal for monks to wear a string of Buddhist beads.
Besides, none of them are real. There is no reason why he can bring in a string of Buddhist beads.
So, Monk Bujie no longer hesitates
He decided to ask who these two monks were.
Maybe he ran too slow. By the time Bujie said hello to Yuanzhen, he could no longer find them when he walked out the door.
Bujie scratched his bald head, looked around a few directions, and decisively chose the road to the back mountain.
In the evening, I heard from my fellow monks that he used to feed pigs in the back mountain. Since I used money to exchange for a job of performing rituals, this dirty job was handed over to a fellow apprentice. The place was stinking and it was too much to stay there for a moment.
Aren't places where no one is willing to go the easiest places to discover secrets?
Bujie walked up the stairs to the back mountain. There are two ways to get out of an abnormal place. One is to find the most normal place, and the other is to find a more abnormal place.
Here, Zhao Yushu was sitting on the cliff in deep thought. In the distance, he seemed to hear the panting sound of someone coming up the mountain. He looked up at the sun. It was not yet the time he had agreed with Gao Xu. Moreover, he had already met Gao Xu once today. Who would come at this time?
Zhao Yushu decided not to show up and secretly hide in the dense bamboo forest to observe
Bujie worked hard to climb. Even without any cultivation, his real body was much stronger than this body. After all, he had been practicing martial arts in Shaohua Temple since he was a child. He was far from being comparable to ordinary people who had suddenly become enlightened and relied on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Yes, that was Zhao Yushu.
But now my body is in such bad shape that I get out of breath after just a little exercise. I took three breaks to climb up this mountain. No wonder the monk in the same dormitory didn't want to work here. It's not just because of the stench, but also because he doesn't have the physical strength to keep up.
Speaking of the smell, we’re almost at the top of the mountain, so why don’t we smell any bad smell?
Bujie climbed to the top of the mountain on his knees, and a small bamboo house appeared in front of him.
I sniffed it and it did smell a bit, but it was very faint, not as terrible as the monk said.
Looking in the wrong place?
No, I found the right place. A place that should smell bad is no longer smelly. Isn’t this an even bigger abnormality?
Bujie pushed open the bamboo door and took a long breath: "Fuck it"
"Is that Huiming?" The old monk woke up from his nap after hearing the noise.
"Poor monk Huikong", looked at the fat monk in front of him with caution, his figure slowly overlapped with the two images he saw in the hall
"Huikong?" The uncle-master obviously didn't remember this disciple. He muttered a few words and stopped talking. However, his body subconsciously moved back a little bit, obviously afraid that a newcomer would come and continue to feed him lard rice.
"May I ask who you are, Master?" Bujie didn't know if this would expose him. Then the fat monk in front of him suddenly turned into an evil ghost and swallowed him up. But if the fat monk could turn into an evil ghost and kill people after being like this, then he really deserved to die here.
So I decided to take a gamble.
"I, you are from the Hui generation, so I am your great uncle." The fat monk was a little panicked. Now, except for Huiming, any other monk might have bad intentions towards him, especially this little monk whom he didn't even know. He always had a strong sense of danger.
"Good uncle, why are you here?"
He doesn't know? Does he really not know or is he deliberately playing a trick on me? For the first time in so many days, Master Uncle went from being scared to being a little angry.
Is he going to be made into a golden statue, so that any youngster would forget his past methods?
In a place that Bujie couldn't see, there was a faint trace of black air rising from the master's uncle. Although it was far less dense than the ghost monks in the temple, it was no longer the chaos before.
Zhao Yushu watched the pure monk walk into the bamboo house, listened to the monk's blunt questions, and then saw a trace of ghostly aura emanating. At this time, he didn't know who this honest boy was, so he could jump off the cliff and commit suicide.
So Zhao Yushu rushed out and grabbed Bujie: "You stupid monk, come with me." After saying that, he shook the Buddhist beads on his left wrist.
Bujie smiled and said, "Master, please have a good rest. I will take my leave now."
The ghost spirit quietly disappeared. Zhao Yushu looked at the usually cowardly fat monk with lingering fear, and pulled Bujie to the cliff.
"Brother Bujie, long time no see"
"Donor Zhao, I finally found you."
The two of them sat on the ground. Bujie looked back at the bamboo house and asked, "That old monk?"
"Half a year later, the ghost Buddha we encountered at Wang Yuanwai's house was most likely him."
Bujie shook his head: "I don't think so."
Zhao Yushu was a little confused: "Do you think he is too kind?"
Bujie hesitated for a moment: "Not enough resentment, there is cowardice, anger, and a little resentment, but not enough"