Chapter 69 A Cruel Agreement
Isn’t resentment enough?
After hearing what Bujie said, Zhao Yushu also began to doubt. This great-grandmaster acted too cowardly. Such a cowardly person, even if he was fed lard rice until death, would probably not become a scheming and murderous ghost Buddha.
"Brother Bujie, where have you been these past two days?"
Bujie gave a rare bitter smile and said, "Perform a ritual in the main hall."
Zhao Yushu was in awe. He was indeed a great monk who had grown up in Shaohua Temple. He almost died just by hearing the ghostly chanting.
As if he had seen through Zhao Yushu's thoughts, Bujie explained: "If it weren't for the three groups of monks chanting in turns, I would have gone to see the Buddha long ago."
“I remember the Dharma Assembly lasted three days.”
"Yes, I will go there early tomorrow morning. By the way, Yuanzhen will be there too, but Yuanhai has already gone."
Zhao Yushu was silent. Although they were just casual acquaintances, they were still teammates after all. One of them was gone after just one encounter.
Alas, human life is as cheap as grass
"Brother, can you find anything unusual at the Dharma Assembly?"
"a lot of"
"for example?"
"There's no end to it"
"..."
After hesitating for a while, Zhao Yushu took off the Buddhist beads on his left hand and handed them to Bujie: "Put it on and see if there are any changes."
Bujie did not refuse and took it directly in his hand. Then he squinted at Zhao Yushu for a while, then looked back at the bamboo house: "It can distinguish between humans and ghosts. This is something from a high monk."
It's good that it's not bound equipment. Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, take it and use it. It may be helpful in the hall tomorrow."
Bu Jie put it on his hand and said: "It's just right. Tomorrow I really need to verify something. Maybe I can reveal the true face of the ghost Buddha."
Are you so awesome, my monk brother? I've been cleaning shit and feeding people for two days and still can't figure out anything, but you can find out who the ghost Buddha is?
So he is a great monk and I am a rookie. It’s up to you to break the deadlock, Master!
After briefly exchanging the information they had gained over the past two days and sharing Gao Xu and Yuan Zhen's appearance and Dharma names, Bujie stood up and prepared to go down the mountain.
"Let's go to the monks' quarters and see if there are still a few living people." Bujie took the Buddhist beads and skipped down the mountain like a child with a new toy. He didn't look like he was about to die when he climbed the mountain.
Zhao Yushu suddenly felt a little regretful for giving the Buddhist beads to this guy, but his current environment was much safer than that of a monk, and he had access to fewer things. The Buddhist beads were really not cost-effective in his hands.
Wait until you get out and ask him if he wants to come back.
If I can get out alive
After waiting for Monk Bujie to run away, Zhao Yushu thought for a moment and opened the door of the bamboo house.
"Master uncle was frightened"
The old monk trembled and said, "Huiming, who is Huikong?"
"He is in charge of Mr. Wang's rituals. Mr. Wang is the one who bought your golden statue." Zhao Yushu lied and decided to trick the old man again.
"Ah! It's him who will be the golden statue!" The old monk trembled even more violently.
It seems that making a golden body is not a very pleasant thing, but shouldn't it be to kill a person and then apply gold powder on the body? What's there to be afraid of if the person is dead?
Unless before death, the person who is made into a golden body will encounter something terrible.
Zhao Yushu felt like he had grasped something: "Even if it's not him, what difference does it make?"
The old monk was stunned and hesitated for a moment: "Huiming, I've been pretty good to you, haven't I?"
Zhao Yushu chuckled: "Master uncle, this disciple really can't think of it, but on the other hand, the disciple is not bad to Master uncle."
The old monk felt a little embarrassed. He didn't even have much impression of Huiming, his disciple. It was estimated that the two of them had never spoken a word before Huiming came to feed him.
On the contrary, Huiming was right. In the past two days, Huiming no longer fed him lard rice, no longer teased and tortured him, and even cleaned up the mountain of filth and brought him a lot of fruits to satisfy his cravings. No matter how you look at it, Huiming is very good to him.
Such a kind heart is rare in the entire temple. One could even say, in this gloomy temple, how could a kind-hearted little monk hide undiscovered?
Zhao Yushu took advantage of the situation and continued: "Master uncle, Huikong and I have a very good relationship. He will probably listen to whatever I say."
Hearing this, the uncle master's eyes, which were originally unable to open, actually opened a little: "Then, then Huiming..."
He seemed to want to say that his uncle-master was good to him, but he didn't say it in the end. After hesitating for a long time, he forced an awkward smile on his fat old face: "Huiming, you have a kind heart like a bodhisattva, and you will surely achieve enlightenment in the future."
Oh, you are just flattering me, Zhao Yushu laughed, he would not fall for this empty talk.
"Uncle Master, I'm afraid if I really help you, you will find out. After you leave, it will be my turn to sit here."
Hearing the word "Uncle Master", the old monk shuddered subconsciously, and then a hint of ruthlessness burst out from his fat face: "That bastard Jueshan, I personally trained him in vain back then, now that he is in power, he is ruthless to me. Don't be afraid, Huiming, I still have some tricks up my sleeve."
You have a way, but you let them raise pigs here? You have a way, but you are about to die and you don't use it?
I don't believe you, you old man are so bad
But a lean camel is bigger than a horse. What if the old monk still has some money or private savings that he hasn't spent yet? Even if I can get some information out of him, it would be good. I won't lose anything anyway.
"Uncle Master, I believe what you said, but it's useless for me to believe it. Huikong may not believe it."
"Uh, Huikong, uh, Huiming, come here."
Come on, there's a show
Zhao Yushu came over and said, "Uncle Master, please tell me..."
"I only ask one thing of you. If you can convince Huikong to do it, I have something that will surely satisfy Huikong. Of course, you will also get a share."
Do you really have some private money? Why didn't you use it to buy your life earlier? Unless, he didn't have time to use it.
So, the old monk's golden statue was a sudden incident, a surprise attack or a rebellion by the so-called Uncle Jueshan.
The old monk was most likely the one who was in charge of this temple before.
Zhao Yushu suddenly lost interest in the so-called private money. He wanted intelligence more. After all, you have to have a life to spend money if you want to make it.
"I am helping my uncle-master sincerely, and I don't ask for anything in return."
The old monk sighed and said, "I believe this. Huiming, you are really kind-hearted. I have some things that have accompanied me for fifty years. I don't think I will need them in this lifetime. I give them to you to make up for the good karma we have had over the past two days."
What is this? A dying man speaks kindly? Could it be that this old monk still has a trace of kindness left in him?
"What can a disciple do for his uncle-master?"
Zhao Yushu is also a kind-hearted person, otherwise he would not have been so sincere and kind to the old monk for two days.
The old monk sighed again, tried to open his eyes, and looked at the few rays of sunlight that came through the cracks in the bamboo house. He seemed a little reluctant to leave: "Today is the third day, right?"
"Yes, Grandmaster Uncle, according to Grandmaster Uncle's instructions, it will take seven days to make you into a golden statue."
The old monk smiled bitterly and said, "How can there be seven days? It will be tomorrow. Huiming, I have a favor to ask of you."
"You will ask Huikong to kill me tomorrow"