Uncle Huzi asked the little monk Yuankong a few words. Yuankong never responded, but just smiled at him.

Uncle Huzi suddenly felt bored and stopped pestering the little monk Yuankong.

I asked Tang Wu and Uncle Hu Zi to walk in front, and I walked behind with the little monk Yuankong. He was quiet as if it did not exist.

"Mr. Yuankong, I think the monks in your temple seem to be disabled. I don't know how it was caused. I was just curious. If there is any offense, I hope Master Yuankong doesn't mind." I looked at him without saying a word.

I originally thought he would ignore me, but he looked at me and said lightly: "The brothers and brothers in the temple are all abandoned babies picked up by my master from outside. They are raised by their parents because they are born with disabilities. There is nothing to say."

As soon as this said, I couldn't help but admire Zen Master Jueming. This is a true monk who is compassionate and saves all sentient beings.

"Zen Master Jueming is worthy of being a Buddhist master. This level is beyond the reach of ordinary Buddhist disciples." I sincerely admire him.

Yuankong just smiled and stopped talking.

When I looked at him, he still looked like he wanted to speak but stopped. Yuankong looked at me and said, "Donald Wu wants to ask why the little monk is not disabled, right?" www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

I nodded and said politely: "I hope I didn't offend you."

"Amitabha, the little monk has nothing to say. It's because I was regarded as an ominous person by my parents as a child. I was golden all over, and I didn't cry or make a fuss, and I didn't eat or drink. So I was abandoned by my parents in the wilderness. Fortunately, I was met by my mentor, so I took it back to the temple to practice." The little monk said again.

I nodded, thinking that this little monk has a similar fate to mine.

When I was born, I was regarded as an ominous person by the whole village. I had hair all over and had sharp teeth, and almost scared the midwife to tears.

It seems that this little monk must have an extraordinary origin, and he followed Zen Master Jueming as soon as he was born. Although he was two or three years younger than me, he must have practiced earlier than me. I followed my master at the age of nine. He began to practice as soon as he was born, and his cultivation level was probably not worse than mine.

We chatted all the way, and soon walked to the foot of the mountain and found the car that Tang Wu placed by the roadside.

After Tang Wu started the car, he looked back at me and said politely: "Master Wu, where are we going now?"

"Go to that restaurant right away." I ordered.

"Okay." Tang Wu responded and immediately led us towards the restaurant in Jinling City.

The little monk Yuankong sat in the back row with me. As soon as he got into the car, he folded his hands together, held a string of rosary in his hands, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures.

In this way, he read it all the way, and after more than two hours, we arrived near the restaurant.

At this time, it was around 11 o'clock in the evening, and there were still many pedestrians walking around on the street.

Tonight, a big battle is inevitable, and I can't help but feel a little nervous.

The main reason is that I don’t know much about the cultivation level of this monk Yuankong, nor do I know what methods he has. If the sloppy Taoist is there, I will definitely not be afraid of anything. After all, we cooperated with each other. However, this little monk Yuankong is the first time we cooperated, and we are not very familiar with each other, so we will inevitably feel unsure.

It was still early, and there was a prosperous business circle here. Although it was eleven o'clock in the evening, there were still many people there. We waited until one or two o'clock in the morning before we could enter the restaurant, so we could only sit in the car and wait.

The little monk Yuankong always looked calm and calm. He sat in the back seat for several hours without any motivation, but just kept chanting the scriptures silently.

I have never seen such a monk, so devout.

It was soon late at night and there was no one around the restaurant.

I opened the car door and got out of the car. When I was about to call the little monk Yuankong, he had already opened his eyes and followed me with a string of rosary beads in his hand.

Uncle Hu Zi and Tang Wu also got out of the car and followed us.

I looked back at the two of them and said, "This time I will just go in with Master Yuankong, so don't follow you."

"Young master, I have to follow you. You have to have someone to fight." Uncle Huzi said.

"The ghosts in this building are very fierce, no worse than the dormitory building of Yanbei University. However, I don't know what I will encounter if I die. I may not be able to protect you at that time. You should wait here with Mr. Tang." I looked at Uncle Huzi and said.

"Since Young Master Wu doesn't let us follow us, let's wait here, so as to save trouble for Young Master Wu like last time." Tang Wu also said on the side.

Uncle Huzi really wanted to go with him. He was the kind of guy who was both naughty and fun, while Tang Wu was completely shocked by the scene last night.

He is not afraid of fighting with people with a knife. Such ghosts are not something that ordinary people can deal with. Not to mention a knife, it doesn’t work if you use a gun.

So, Tang Wu wanted to let him go with him.

Uncle Huzi didn't insist anymore and followed Tang Wu back to the car.

"Young Master, be careful. If there is anything wrong, we can go to the mountain to find Zen Master Jueming." Uncle Huzi reminded.

I nodded and brought the little monk Yuankong to the gate of the restaurant.

With a gentle push, the door made a squeaking sound and opened, and a cold wind blew towards him.

I glanced at the little monk Yuankong. At this moment, he stopped reciting scriptures, but folded his hands together, hung the string of rosary between his two thumbs, and slowly walked towards the room.

Not long after we entered the room, the door closed on its own.

The little monk Yuankong's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and a golden light appeared, and he used the means of the Heavenly Eye Power.

I was also very surprised by this move. It is not easy for those who practice Buddhism to reach the level of divine eye. The young monk has already understood this technique at such a young age. My confidence in this coming.

"Master Yuankong, those ghosts should have gathered on the third floor. Last time we only walked to the second floor and evacuated because of an emergency." I said.

Yuankong nodded, took a step forward, and walked straight towards the stairs.

I followed him. As soon as I walked a few steps towards the stairs, I heard all kinds of strange movements coming from all directions of the first-floor lobby, with the sound of footsteps, crying, laughing, and tragic wailing, and drilling into my forehead.

After a while, many ghosts suddenly appeared from all directions on the first floor and began to move closer to us.
Chapter completed!