I frowned slightly and looked at him with my eyes.
The old monk has a kind face and kind eyes, and a long beard. He does look a bit like an enlightened monk. However, I don't have a good impression of monks, especially after I just saw their methods of making money, I have no good impression at all.
"Do you know me?" I said in a respectful tone.
The old monk smiled slightly, raised his head and looked at the candlelight in Man's room, gently stroking his beard, "Donor, have you ever heard the Buddhist chants in this room?"
Buddhist chants?
I looked around and listened carefully, confirming that the old monk was kidding me. Except for the loud noise he made when knocking on the wooden fish just now, it was as quiet as the underworld.
"I haven't heard any sound, Master, don't say it's a joke!"
When the old monk saw my expression, he coughed awkwardly. Only then did I realize that the old man was being polite to me.
I was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, so I asked, "Master, you stopped me. What's the matter? Let me tell you first, I don't believe in Buddhism."
The old monk waved his hand, put the wooden fish knocker aside, lifted up his clothes and stood up.
"The Buddha sits in his heart, and there are all destined people in front of him!"
As he spoke, he walked to the shrine that he had just spent a lot of money to upgrade, looked up and down, and then told the young monk next to him: "Wukong, you still haven't returned the fee to the donor."
The young monk was slightly startled and looked at his master in confusion.
Even I was confused and couldn't help but frown slightly, "What do you mean? I do things according to the rules. If the fee is not enough, I can add more."
The old monk looked at me mysteriously, smiled, and shook his head. Then he turned around and took a ladder from the corner of the corner. In front of my surprised eyes, he personally picked up the spiritual tablet and handed the spiritual tablet to me.
Place it on the row of shrines with the best obvious location.
Of course, it is not the best location, because in the center of these large number of shrines, the best location is actually covered with a layer of yellow cloth, and who is enshrined in it?
Looking at this piece of red cloth, an impulse suddenly surged in my heart, and I seemed to want to reach out and peel it off, because I suddenly had an intuition that it couldn't be empty inside, right?
"Master, what are you..." The young monks below were stunned.
The old monk carefully straightened the spiritual throne, lightly dusted his robes, and then slowly walked down the ladder. Without looking back, he said to the young monk: "Wukong, do you still remember to be a teacher?"
I ask you to meditate, cultivate your nature with compassion, and always be by my Buddha's side. Only then will your spiritual wisdom be greatly expanded, and only then will you be able to understand the cause and effect in this world, and this pagoda will shine all over the world!"
When the old monk said this, my heart suddenly moved. He seemed to have something to say.
Sure enough, his eyes fell on me, and he suddenly put his hands together and bowed slightly to me.
"The power of public morality transcends yin and yang and does not enter the six realms of reincarnation. It is not my life but is better than my Buddha. The benefactor's visit to Han Shi is really a brilliance!"
The young monk next to him suddenly raised his eyes and looked at me in surprise. He looked at me vigorously, and suddenly there was a hint of respect in his eyes.
Seeing the old monk's humble and polite appearance, I was really surprised.
This old monk is not simple, he can actually see the power of merit in me!
"Master, how do you say this? Could it be that you have admitted the wrong person." Of course I didn't want to admit it.
I originally thought that the old monk would retort, but to my surprise, after listening to my words, he nodded gently and agreed in a natural tone:
"I'm sorry for my poor eyesight. If the donor said he saw it wrong, then he saw it wrong."
I suddenly had a black eye. This monk's smoothness is beyond comparison with that of a Taoist priest. Whatever you say is what it is. People won't argue with you. He can follow the pole up or down the pole. His expression is natural and there is nothing wrong with it.
It seems that he is acting against his will!!
The young monk next to him obviously didn't have enough moral character. When he heard what his master said, he immediately asked: "Master, will this money be refunded or not?"
Before he finished asking, the old monk raised his hand, slapped him on the back of the head, and said angrily:
"You bastard, if you are asked to retreat, you will retreat. That's so much nonsense!"
The young monk was immediately stunned by his master.
I am also confused...
I heard it, this old monk is from the Northeast...
"Donor, please don't laugh at me. I am a scoundrel with incomplete wisdom and mortal eyes, so I will inevitably be contaminated by the worldly spirit!"
What the hell can I say?
"Master, tell me what you have to say. What do you mean by stopping me?"
I really don't want to stay here any longer. This old monk looks like an eminent monk and he talks in a roundabout way. I don't like dealing with him very much.
The monk seemed to see the impatience in my heart. He turned around and walked inside and said, "Donor, please come with me. An old friend left something here and asked me to hand it over."
I was stunned for a moment, and finally followed him to the Buddhist altar.
The old monk bent down, stretched out his hand to lift the brocade covering the table, and gently pulled it outward. He pulled out a square box from under the table and placed it on the table.
“Luban Box!!”
I couldn't help but exclaimed, it turned out to be another Luban box. I almost subconsciously thought of grandpa. This thing must have been left to me by grandpa. QqXsΝεW.coM
"Does the young master of the Zhang family recognize this object?" The old monk looked at me with a smile.
At this point, I would be really ignorant if I didn't know how to show appreciation. I quickly put my hands together and bowed slightly to the old monk, "Thank you, Master, I was reckless just now!"
I was just being polite, but unexpectedly, the old monk suddenly stretched out his hand and held my palm.
"The poor monk really doesn't dare to accept the donor's great gift. I am just being entrusted by others and doing it to be loyal to others!"
The old monk's big and powerful palm squeezed the back of my hand hard. I suddenly trembled and quickly pulled my hand back, secretly cursing in my heart, could this old monk have that kind of hobby?
The old monk chuckled and pointed to the Luban box on the table, "Does the donor want to open it in person to verify the contents?"
I took one look at the old monk and felt that he was a thief.
He shook his head gently. The Luban box is so ingenious that there are a hundred ways to open it. It is basically impossible for outsiders to open it, and it is basically useless after being opened, so I am not worried about what's inside.
Things will be taken away.
In contrast, I was more curious about the relationship between the old monk and my grandfather, so I didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly:
"I wonder what the relationship between the eminent monk and my grandfather is?"
The old monk sighed softly and slowly uttered four words, "We are just old friends. I just didn't expect that so many years would pass after we said goodbye!"
While he was talking, he reached out and opened the drawer next to him, took out a letter from it, and handed it into my hand.
"This letter is also yours. This person once told me that you must carry it with you and do not open or read it until the moment of life or death."
"A letter from my grandfather?" I asked quickly.
The old monk shook his head, "No, no! This is what I left yesterday."
I became even more curious, "Yesterday? Who was that?"
"The secret must not be leaked, and remember not to open it at will, as it will only increase the variables!"
After the old monk said these words, he sat cross-legged on the futon again, as if he didn't want to say more.
Although I became more and more curious, I still kept the letter very carefully. At this time, the little monk came over and said that he wanted to help refund the money. I looked at the little fox next to me.
"Give him his money back!"
The little fox, who was originally languid and tired, suddenly looked at me with bright eyes after hearing these words.
"Brother, are you serious about this?"
"Don't forget it!"
"Yes, yes...of course..."
The little fox's face turned red. While talking, he quickly grabbed the little monk's hand and ran to the side, shouting excitedly as he ran, "Get rich, get rich..."
I slightly bowed my hand to the old monk again and said, "Thank you, Master. I owe you a favor. Please feel free to speak up if you can find it useful in the future."
The old monk's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was waiting for my words.
"Since the benefactor said so, the ordinary monk won't be polite!"