When Huiming heard about this incident, he believed that the world was suffering and he should use his own way to save all sentient beings.
One day Huiming came to a village and suddenly saw that every villager here had black energy surrounding their foreheads.
This was a bad omen of an impending disaster. Huiming knew that this place was about to suffer a disaster, so he came to the village and shouted.
"Dear villagers, a mountain is about to fall here. Leave quickly, maybe you can still survive!"
Huiming's words made the villagers burst into laughter.
"Where did this crazy monk come from and talk nonsense here?"
"I see, this monk is probably going crazy."
"Hahaha, being able to see this scene before Er Gouzi gets married is also an appetizer."
Seeing the villagers behaving like this, Huiming felt agitated in her heart. No one listened to her truth, but she heard that someone was getting married in the village, so she hatched a plan.
Without saying a word, he picked up the bride and ran away. Seeing this, the villagers chased her one by one.
The village at that time was not like it is now, full of intrigues and intrigues.
Ergouzi's father is a kind man and has helped the villagers overcome many difficulties.
If anyone has a big or small problem, we will help as long as we are within our capabilities.
When the villagers heard that Ergouzi's daughter-in-law had been snatched away, they picked up the kid around them and started chasing her.
But Huiming ran farther and farther, reaching a safe distance and dropped his new wife down.
The villagers were furious. Some of them with a bad temper grabbed Huiming by the collar and said viciously: "You run, you run, why don't you run?"
If you dare to steal your new wife, you really have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard."
Huiming was out of breath and pointed in the direction of the village.
"Boom!"
When the villagers looked back, they could only feel a sense of stupor after the disaster.
"My benefactor, if it hadn't been for this crazy monk, our entire village would not have been able to escape this disaster."
"Yes, who would have thought that this sudden incident would lead to a sudden peak."
"We have to thank Master."
"Yes, yes, thank you, master."
When the villagers turned around, they saw that Hui Ming had already disappeared.
On this day, Huiming went to Qiantang for alms. There was a great virtuous man who was well known to everyone nearby.
This great philanthropist was named Li Yuanxiu, and he would open a shed and give out porridge every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.
Huiming came to the porridge shed and turned into a bowl of porridge.
When I got it, I was still feeling emotional, this Li Yuanxiu is really a kind person.
After drinking it, Huiming raised his eyebrows and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I need to take back what I just said, this member Li is not a good bird!"
Huiming stayed nearby and quietly sneaked into Li Yuanxiu's house at night.
Come to the secret room and take away some gold and silver treasures.
When I walked out of the secret room, I happened to meet Li Yuanxiu.
"Stop, you monk, you are so bold, you dare to steal property, come here, come to me, I don't care whether you live or die.
If someone loses his life, I will be responsible for it." Li Yuanxiu valued gold and silver very seriously, and when he saw a monk stealing his own lifeblood, he would naturally not have a good temper.
Huiming ignored him and jumped over the wall for the rest of his life.
"Humph, you can run fast." Li Yuanxiu came to the secret room, looked at the stolen things, and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he could bear it in his heart.
Put the newly acquired gold and silver into the secret room to replenish the stolen property, and even make a lot more.
When Mr. Li looked at the gleaming gold and silver treasure, his smiling face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
The monk's theft of property was forgotten.
Huiming came to the government office with the treasure.
When the county magistrate saw the monk, he said, "Master, if you want to beg for alms, please go elsewhere. It's not that you don't want to make friends, it's just that your salary has not been paid and your life is difficult."
"I'm not here to beg for alms, sir. Let's see." Huiming placed the treasure on the koan.
The county magistrate picked up the treasure and looked at it carefully. This...could this be the gold and silver treasure lost by a wealthy family in the city? Why did it appear in the hands of a monk? Could it be that this monk...?
With a raised brow, the county magistrate stared at Huiming with an unkind look: "Where does the property come from? Please bring it in truthfully. If not, huh..."
"Sir, this treasure was taken from Li Yuanxiu's family, a wealthy family. Your Excellency can send someone to check it out." Huiming told everything about Li Yuanxiu.
When the county magistrate heard this, he trembled in his heart. You Li Yuanxiu, you are still playing the trick of calling the thief to catch the thief.
The government servant came to Li Yuanxiu's house with some gold and silver.
When Li Yuanxiu saw the yamen servant, his heart moved. Why did the yamen servant come to visit at night?
When the yamen servant took out the gold and silver, Li Yuanxiu's heart skipped a beat, it was over, it was all over.
The government officials took Li Yuanxiu away, and when the secret room was opened, the gold and silver could see the light again.
Seeing the scene full of glittering gold and silver lights in the house, the government official knew that it would be difficult to save the house with the current manpower, so he immediately asked the county magistrate for instructions.
When the county magistrate heard this, he immediately contacted the commander of the city defense army.
Looking back, I thought of Master Huiming, but this master came and went without a trace. I don’t know when he was no longer there.
Huiming came to a village and saw a widow.
Widow Zhang's husband died young, leaving behind an orphan and widowed mother.
Widow Zhang had a son who had been ill for many days and sought medical advice from the public.
My family was not rich to begin with and lived a life of poverty.
For the sake of my children, I sold all my valuable things, and now there is nothing left.
Praying to God and asking for divination was of no avail. Instead of relieving the child's condition, it worsened.
Widow Zhang looked at her hair and it seemed that she could only sell the hair that women cared about most.
When a woman loses her hair, it's like losing her life, but for the sake of her children, she can't care so much.
When all the money from selling the hair was spent, the child was still in a coma. At this time, Widow Zhang was penniless and had trouble eating. She had no money to treat her child's illness.
Seeing the child's face getting paler and paler and falling asleep, Widow Zhang knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
At this time, he didn't care about so much, whether it was the gods, Buddhas or demons all over the sky, as long as it worked, it didn't matter if he knelt down to it.
"Fellow immortals, please save the child. As long as the child can wake up, any life-for-life will be fine!"
When Huiming heard this, he knocked on the door and entered.
Looking at the child on the hospital bed, Huiming raised his eyebrows: "It's too late."
"Master, what's too late?" Widow Zhang was worried.
"This is all destined by God." Huiming shook his head and sighed.
"Child! My child! I... wuwu... I have been a widow for many years and I only have one child. How can I be called now?" Widow Zhang's tears and runny nose had already been blurred, and she was crying so hard that she felt sad.
Huiming looked at his alms bowl, sighed helplessly, put the bowl on the table and said, "This is the purple gold bowl, take it!"
After Huiming left, the child died.
Widow Zhang cried even more sadly. She had no money to take care of her child's funeral, so what should she do?
Looking at the purple golden bowl, Widow Zhang took it and sold it.
The owner of the silver building looked at Zijinbo: "Hey, your stuff is too valuable. I'm afraid I can't afford it here. Please forgive me!
If you want to sell it, you can go to the county."
"I am a woman, and now my child is dead. Can you please exchange it for me? I will come and get the money another day." Widow Zhang frowned.
Seeing this, the owner of the bank had no choice but to agree.
"But where did your purple golden bowl come from?" the owner of the silver house asked.
"It was given by a master wearing apricot-yellow monk robes. Oh, by the way, this master has no top on his head." Widow Zhang took the money and went back.
The local monks are all acquaintances, but the foreign monks are different.
Huiming's identity quickly spread throughout the neighborhood.
This matter was known to the local bandit leader, whose name was Cheng Dahei. He looked at his subordinates and said, "This monk seems to be difficult to capture. If we want to take advantage of him, we need to be careful."
"Brother, we know this. I heard that this monk is full of treasures. If we can get a girl like Xiaocui from Yihongyuan, we can have as many girls as we want." One of the gangsters had a lustful look in his eyes.
"Looking at your potential, you know Xiaocui when it comes to women.
If you get something from a monk, you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.
Wash your hands in the golden basin, and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests from now on." The other gangster thought of the long term and would not just focus on his crotch.
"But how do we attract him to show up?" a gangster asked.
"This is easy to handle. Monks are compassionate, as long as we catch a woman and humiliate her in every possible way.
Let the monk know more about it, hehe..." Cheng Dahei chuckled.
"High, really high."
"Brother, what a good plan!"
A group of ten gangsters caught a woman at night and tied her to a grove.
When Huiming heard about this, he rushed there without stopping.
Seeing that the gangster was about to do something evil, Huiming shouted: "Stop it, since you did such a thing to a good girl, you still brought me here, huh."
Cheng Dahei and his men looked at each other and realized they were really here.
Although he didn't feel confident, he still swarmed up and hit Huiming with knives and guns.
Huiming laughed strangely and did not fight back, letting the gangster grab his hands and feet.
Cheng Dahei and the thieves did not expect to catch Huiming so easily. Everyone was extremely happy. One held his hand and the other held his leg.
Huiming was not afraid, and her body suddenly exploded.
Cheng Dahei and the thieves all bowed down.
The girl who was bullied turned pale with fear.
"Girl, tell the world that this poor monk has attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven. Let those who covet it give up their ambitions!"
Huiming opened his mouth and his body exploded, but he didn't expect that it would lead him to embark on a different path.
The body exploded, the soul emitted a little golden light, and Huiming became a golden monk.
When the golden light dissipated, Huiming knew that this calamity was unavoidable, and for the rest of his life after the calamity, he would not be destroyed or established, but he would be established after being destroyed.
Huiming's master sensed this situation and sighed: "My good disciple, you will not escape this disaster after all. What happens next depends on you!"
Huiming continued to walk forward. It was already dark. There was no village in front of him or any shop behind him. It was in the wilderness.
Three miles further, the dim lights flickered, and Huiming arrived, only to find her own small shop.
Huiming was uneasy and kept calming down. Since he met him, it meant he was destined to meet this shop owner.
Walking into the store, the boss was bored and making calculations.
The clerk licked his nostrils and looked at the door.
When someone comes in, the waiter wipes his nose on his clothes and greets him attentively.
When he saw a barefoot monk, the guy lost interest.
His attitude was rather arrogant.
The boss raised his head and saw Huiming's attitude toward the waiter, and immediately felt bad.
This monk's waist is shining with gold, maybe he has a treasure?