"Young leader, don't worry!" Xu Daocheng took another sip of tea, looked into the distance outside the window, and continued:...
"master!"
While a few people were talking, a clear and clear voice came. Everyone looked up and saw a young monk with a face like a jade, red lips and white teeth, walking over lightly carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
The young monk approached the crowd, bowed to Abbot Jueyuan, and said loudly: "Master, the scriptures required for entering the palace to lecture this time have been prepared. If there are no other instructions, I will go down the mountain!"
Abbot Jueyuan looked at him lovingly and said softly: "Go, it's getting dark, be careful on the road!"
The young monk clasped his hands together and was about to turn around and leave, but Xu Daocheng suddenly stopped him and looked him up and down unceremoniously, with a terrifying light flashing in his eyes.
The young monk was frightened by the other person's gaze. He couldn't help but clenched the beads in his hand and recited "Amitabha" repeatedly.
Abbot Jueyuan also felt something strange, and quickly introduced the two of them: "This is Lao Na's first disciple, his dharma name is Jingkong! Jingkong, this Taoist priest will be your junior brother in the future, his dharma name is Daoji
Bar!"
"Amitabha! Junior Brother Daoji!" Jingkong clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to Xu Daocheng.
"Jingkong, Qingkong..." Xu Daocheng squinted at him and muttered something. Suddenly, he raised his head and laughed loudly: "It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous! I'm afraid you will end up with six impure roots and everything will be empty!"
When Wu Zen and Wu Zhen heard someone humiliating their senior brother, they couldn't help but cursed angrily: "What are you talking about, stinking Taoist priest! If you dare to humiliate our senior brother again, we will kick you out!"
Xu Daocheng did not defend himself, but looked at Abbot Jueyuan meaningfully, with a look that sounded both regretful and reminding.
Abbot Jueyuan remained silent, thinking secretly: Although this Taoist Xu is usually crazy, he is a profound man. His predictions are all accurate, and there must be a reason for his remarks about Jingkong.
Abbot Jueyuan cared for Jingkong the most on weekdays, but he remained unhurried and asked Xu Daocheng calmly: "Daoji, is there a calamity in Jingkong's life?"
Xu Daocheng sighed and said with a smile: "It's destiny and it's calamity!"
"Is there a way to solve it?" Master Jueyuan asked.
"It can't be broken! He is destined to have this disaster, and there is no way to escape it!" Xu Daocheng slowly shook his head, looking sad.
Abbot Jueyuan pondered for a long time before sighing helplessly: "That's fine, since that's the case, I won't force it!"
Jingkong looked at the two of them in confusion and asked respectfully: "Abbott, Junior Brother Daoji, what do you mean by this? Is there something Jingkong did wrong?"
Xu Daocheng shook his head and said with a smile: "No need to ask in detail, everything is fate and counting!"
"Jingkong..." Abbot Jueyuan interrupted him and said kindly: "Go down the mountain!"
Even though Jingkong had doubts in his heart, he didn't ask any more questions. He said goodbye to the abbot and his three junior brothers and turned around to go down the mountain.
Xu Daocheng stared at Jingkong's retreating figure and sighed secretly: Go, go! This mountain, this temple, I'm afraid you will never come back!
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"What does Taoist Master mean by this?" Lu Ning interrupted him again.
Xu Daocheng stared at her for a moment and said with deep meaning: "This man has a close relationship with the young gang leader. It is precisely because he came down from the mountain and entered the palace this time that he caused many troubles later. This is a calamity for Jingkong and also for young gang leader."
The calamity of the gang leader and Concubine Ying."
Lu Ning touched the Buddhist bead on her neck, her heart felt as heavy as lead. She seemed to have guessed the identity of the monk Jingkong. At the same time, she also understood why Concubine Ying wanted to leave this Buddhist bead to herself.
"The Taoist priest just said that if I finish listening to the story, I might change my mind. What does this mean?" Lu Ning was clearly feeling uneasy, but he couldn't help but want to know more.
Xu Daocheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Young leader, don't be impatient, please listen to me slowly!"
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In the morning I watched the water flowing eastward, and in the evening I watched the sun setting in the west. Spring passed and autumn came, and I felt sad. There were many mountains in the mountains, and a thin woman climbed up the mountain with difficulty. She stopped to take a breath until she reached the gate of Lanruo Temple.
She held a red quilt in her arms, with a little baby sleeping soundly inside. She looked down at the baby girl, hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and placed the baby girl gently on the steps outside the temple door.
She was worried that the baby girl would be picked up by wild animals if she was found too late, so she banged the temple door with all her strength. The rapid and sudden sound attracted Wu Zhen and Wu Chan to open the door. The woman hid immediately when she heard the footsteps.
"Huh? Why is there no one? Who is playing a prank?" Wu Chan looked at the deserted mountain road and scratched his round head.
"Amitabha, an abandoned child!" Wu Zhen saw the baby on the ground at a glance, picked it up, opened the quilt and looked at it before he breathed a sigh of relief: "A baby girl, still sleeping."
"Hey, it's obviously a peaceful and prosperous age, but it can't even accommodate a baby. What kind of world is this!" Wu Chan shook his head and slowly closed the temple door.
When the mountain became calm again, the woman walked out from behind the tree. She reluctantly looked at the temple door and ran down the mountain without looking back.
"Master, master! There is a baby girl outside the door!" Wu Zhen rushed to the Zen room of Abbot Jueyuan with the child in his arms. His shout attracted the attention of the monks in the temple.
Abbot Jueyuan opened the door and carefully took the baby from Wu Zhen's arms. The baby girl should have just been born and has not yet opened her eyes. She is thin and small. There is a red rope wrapped around her neck, and there is a Buddhist bead hanging on it.
The beads in the hands of Abbot Jueyuan are very similar. But monk Jingkong also has a string of the same beads.
"Master, this is..." Wu Zhen and Wu Zen couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the Buddha beads.
Abbot Jueyuan sighed: "My child, you shouldn't have appeared in this world! But now that you are here, I will keep you safe..." After that, he carried the child and walked out of the temple.
Wu Zen and Wu Zhen looked at each other for a moment, then quickly chased after them: "Master, where are you going?"
Abbot Jueyuan said calmly: "We are a monk temple here and cannot keep a baby girl. I will send her to a farmer's home so that she can grow up healthily like other children."
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"That child... is me? Is Jingkong my father?" Lu Ning looked at him with a pair of dull eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"That's right." Xu Daocheng nodded.
The mystery of Lu Ning's life experience finally has an answer.
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The autumn wind was desolate and the autumn moon was bright. On the street filled with fallen leaves, Xu Daochengji held an empty wine jar and swayed through the crowds of people. He felt relaxed and contented.
After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped in front of a teahouse. When he heard the sound of storytelling and bursts of laughter coming from inside, he stepped forward to go inside.
At this time, someone shouted in the street: "A criminal is going to be killed on the cross street again, everyone, go and see!"
After this sound, the pedestrians on the street turned around and ran towards the cross street. Even the tea drinkers in the teahouse dropped their tea bowls and ran towards the cross street.
Seeing this, the waiter in the shop hurriedly went out to persuade him to stay. He bumped into Xu Daocheng, who was shaking his head and blushing.
He muttered indistinctly: "It's just killing someone, what's there to see?"
When the waiter saw that no one could be called back and only one monk entered the door, he could only laugh and said: "This eminent monk doesn't know something. This is not killing ordinary criminals, it is annihilating the family! Bai Yishan, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and Shufeng, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue
In Danyang, Zhang Yuanmei, the Minister of Punishment, because he opposed the new emperor's ascension to the throne, thousands of his entire clan were exterminated! Every day, people were pushed to the cross streets and beheaded. For two years, the ground on the cross streets was stained red with blood!"
Xu Daocheng burped and shouted, "Okay! Today you wipe out his family, and tomorrow he will wipe out yours! The deeper this hatred accumulates, the harder it will be in the future!"
Immediately, he took out a
He put a silver ingot in the child's hand and said, "I'll take care of the teahouse today. I'll tell you, sir, to continue reading!"
The waiter's eyes suddenly shone when he saw Yin Zi, and he immediately said, "I have a distinguished guest! Dr. Tea is serving tea! Mr. Storyteller is also talking!"
Xu Daocheng stayed in the teahouse until the sunset, then staggered out of the door drunkenly. At this time, he was already drunk and unconscious, obviously not knowing that Lanruo Temple was experiencing a catastrophe:
A burst of rapid horse hoofbeats sounded on the mountain road, causing birds all over the mountain to leave their nests. More than a dozen Jinjiawei rode fast horses up the mountain and stopped in front of the Lanruo Temple.
The golden-armored guards dismounted and drew their swords out of their sheaths one after another. Zhang Heng, the leader, winked, and several officers and soldiers stood guard at the door with their swords drawn. A few more people violently kicked open the temple door, and swarmed in, instantly surrounding the temple.
Live. Hearing the noise, the monks in the temple hurried out and saw that the other man was wearing a golden helmet and armor. Although they felt strange, no one dared to come forward and ask.
"Did someone send a baby girl?" Zhang Heng was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the time, but he had the arrogance of a bandit.
The monks looked at each other, no one nodded or shook their head.
Without saying a word, Zhang Heng waved his hands to the left and right: "Take them down for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden-armored guards rushed over and took control of all the monks in a few seconds. They tied their hands together, piled firewood around them, and poured strong wine on them.
A young officer and soldier came over holding a torch and was about to light a fire, but Zhang Heng stopped him: "Wait! There are still people who haven't come back!"
He drew his sword out of its sheath, held it against the throat of a young monk, and asked in a cold voice: "Where is your abbot?"
The young monk shook his head in horror, unable to say a word.
Zhang Heng was so angry that he cursed: "Damn it! It's better to be a little late and let him escape! No matter what, let me kill these people first!"
"Amitabha, very good!" came an unhurried voice from outside the door.
Zhang Heng turned his head to look at the sound, and saw an old monk with a solemn appearance standing outside the door without fear.
Zhang Heng had a sullen face and asked loudly: "Are you the abbot of this temple?"
Abbot Jueyuan stood up with one hand and saluted with a calm expression: "Yes, it's Lao Mon!"
When the monks saw the abbot returning, they immediately cried out and begged him for help.
Abbot Jueyuan said calmly: "The person you are looking for is Lao Monk. These young monks are innocent, so let them go!"
Zhang Heng cursed impatiently: "Do you know who we are? How dare you bargain with us!"
Abbot Jueyuan smiled faintly and said: "Although I am isolated from the world of mortals, I am not incomprehensible to the world. How can I not know about the dignified golden armored guard!"
Zhang Heng smiled proudly: "It's good if you know, and it saves me a lot of trouble! Let me ask you, did anyone send a baby girl?"
Abbot Jueyuan pondered for a moment and said, "There is indeed a baby girl who was placed at the door of the temple."
Zhang Heng immediately asked: "Where is the baby girl? Hand it over quickly!"
Abbot Jueyuan then spoke slowly: "This is a monk's temple, and a baby girl cannot be left here. I have placed her at the gate of the city, and maybe someone has taken her away by now."
Zhang Heng immediately became furious. With a flick of his wrist, the sword was placed on the abbot's neck: "Stop playing tricks on me! If you don't hand over the baby girl, I will chop all these bald donkeys in front of you!"