By this point in the play, Master Chuansu has probably completed his task as a lobbyist.
Mr. Tian pushed the check from Matsui Heishi and said: "Mr. Matsui, Master Chuansu is not an ordinary monk and cannot be treated with common sense."
"This is a donation to the Su Shan Xing Foundation. Master, I hope you will use it to help people in need."
"Amitabha, you are so good. I thank the donor for them." Master Chuansu then took the check and accepted the gift in the name of the sacred, which seemed very noble.
Matsui Heizhi wrote out another check and handed it to Sha Yingying: "Please accept it, Miss. The master said that three thousand threads can make all things live. Heizhi dare not be ruthless."
Sha Yingying wanted to refuse, but she hesitated when she saw the number on the check.
Mr. Tian nodded, and then she accepted it and said sweetly: "Thank you very much."
Yanzi appeared in front of the door, saluted with one palm and said: "The vegetarian meal is ready, please come to the side room to have dinner."
Everyone stood up. Sha Yingying walked to the door, stopped in front of Chuan Su and said, "Master, it's time to eat."
"A poor monk observes the precepts and does not eat after noon. Amitabha, thank you for your kindness." Chuansu gave another excuse for not eating after noon, and everyone showed admiration. Such a monk is an eminent monk.
Master Kongmu kept knocking the wooden fish quietly, paying no attention to everything outside him. Zhu Tong wanted to invite him, but thought it was inappropriate, so he just let it go.
The side room was still in the small courtyard, and Yanzi let them into the side room. The decoration here was more comfortable than the side hall, with a mahogany Eight Immortals table, bright lights, exquisite tableware, and a sumptuous vegetarian meal had just been served.
Zhu Tong's meal was very small. After a few bites, he stopped using his chopsticks and only drank.
The Puxian Temple provides fruity rice wine, and the jar is labeled "Ten Years of Buddhist Brewing". It must have been brewed by the monks and nuns in the temple. It tastes good and suits his taste.
Su Zhai usually eats quickly. Matsui Heishi and Mr. Tian returned to the main room to chat with Master Chuan Su, while Zhu Tong took three beautiful ladies to enjoy the shade in the yard.
Master Kongmu walked out of the room to stretch his hands and feet, but was stopped by Zhu Tong: "Master, may I ask what the origin of this banyan tree is?"
"Amitabha, why did the donor ask this question?" Kong Mu looked at Zhu Tong in slight surprise. Although they didn't know each other in name, they were old friends in private.
"I just feel very strange. This banyan tree...must have some story, right?"
"This ancient locust tree has been around for thousands of years. It is indeed a legend. If the donors want to hear it, the poor monk should tell you everything. Legend has it that there used to be a quiet village around here..."
Due to years of chanting sutras, Kong Mu was very eloquent and told stories with great emotion, which made the three beauties intoxicated.
Zhu Tong just turned a deaf ear to many of the nonsense mentioned above, which was all to promote the long history of Zixia Nunnery and the boundless Dharma. It is impossible to know what happened in Zixia Nunnery in the past. When a few old nuns came to beg for alms and repair it, it was only
What is left is a dilapidated ghost temple. The former monks and nuns have not long since disappeared, and not even half of the scriptures are left.
Finally, Wuqing finally got to the point where Zhu Tong was concerned.
"...That year, only half of the main hall of Zixia Temple was left. Farmers nearby needed a few boat planks and took a fancy to this old banyan tree. They came here with tools and first cleared away the surrounding weeds.
A big burl was exposed at the root. A reckless young man used a shovel to dig into the burl. An elder next to him saw something was wrong and quickly stopped him. The burl was very big, like a horse's head. The young man hit it with a shovel.
When they were hoeing to the spot between the horse's eyes, they saw a trace of green smoke coming out of the horse's mouth and wrapping around the young man. The young man turned blue and trembled and collapsed. There were four people present at the time, and they looked at each other in shock for a while.
My whole body was shaking. I didn't know who ran away after shouting. I didn't stop until I ran in front of the main hall. I watched the young man lying under the tree from a distance and didn't know what to do.
"Only the elder did not run away. He picked up the young man and dragged him to the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the main hall. He found some aged incense ash from the corner, mixed it with water and fed it to the young man to drink. He said: I have heard people say that this is a god.
It turns out that it is true that digging a tree will result in retribution. The young man felt better after drinking the fragrant ash water, and the purple on his face faded. They sent him to the hospital, but he still died in the early morning of the next day.
When he died, the young man was foaming at the mouth and his belly was as big as a basin. Amitabha, it was a sin.
"What happened next?" Chen Yiyi asked, putting her hand on Zhu Tong's arm and leaning against her tightly; Miss Song turned pale with fright, and took a few steps away to hide behind Zhu Tong; Sha Yingying had been standing on Qingqing's right side, biting
lips.
"The next day, four other people came to place an incense table under the banyan tree and presented five-color offerings. The young man's family also came to burn incense and kowtow to pray for the sacred tree's forgiveness. Finally, they covered the tree burl with soil and built a fence around it. Only then did they feel uneasy.
But half a month later, four people fell ill one after another. The symptoms were the same as those of the young man. They were all cold and their faces were purple. They went to many hospitals, took medicine and injections and struggled to save their lives. Since then, there has been no one nearby.
People dare to approach this tree, so the surrounding temples and trees can remain.
"A few years later, a group of Red Guards from out of town came to destroy the Four Olds. Seeing the deserted place, they pushed the Buddha statues in the hall and were about to leave. A girl who was traveling with them was anxious, so she hid behind the banyan tree for convenience. Her
There was an uneasy and kind-hearted boy in my companion who quietly climbed up a big tree to take a peek. After a while, he got evil intentions and jumped down from the tree in an attempt to be rude. Unexpectedly, a strong wind suddenly blew in the sky, and half of the big tree was broken by the wind, killing the boy.
The child was crushed underneath. When he was rescued, his legs were broken. When he was brought to the hospital, he was shaking all over, his face was purple, and his eyes were yellow. Although he recovered later, his eyes were not blind. Some people say that this tree only blesses women.
, is a fairy tree; the other half of it was destroyed that time."
After the story was told, the faces of the three beauties changed drastically and they were no longer afraid of the old banyan tree. Sha Yingying even leaned on the fence and stretched out her arms to touch the tree.
Zhu Tong felt the heavy pressure again. The banyan tree was lush and green, and its branches and leaves were swaying gently. There was nothing wrong with it. Zhu Tong also stretched out his hand and carefully pierced the tree with a dragon star.
"Is that girl still there now?" Ms. Song suffered from an occupational illness and asked Qingqing about the supporting character of the story.
"Donor, be careful." Master Kongmu ignored Miss Song, grabbed Zhu Tong, and pulled him out of the banyan tree's confinement; "Amitabha, men cannot approach the sacred tree, and neither can I."
"If you have a healthy heart, you won't be afraid of evil. Master, I'm not afraid. Whatever happens, I'll bear it myself." Zhu Tong shook his hands and got rid of it. The main reason was that the dragon star was still stuck in the tree, and the treasure couldn't be left here.
However, he was now weak, and even after struggling a few times, he could not break away from Kong Mu's hand. He stopped and looked at him coldly: "Master, what do you mean?"
Kong Mu quickly let go, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, if something happens to the donor in the small temple, the poor monk cannot afford it."
"Who said I need you to take care of it for me?" Zhu Tong approached the old banyan tree and leaned forward to get the dragon star.
He understood that Master Kongmu was really afraid that something would happen to him. At this point in time, the eight sects of the rivers and lakes were uniting to hunt for treasures. The agreement at Hongfa Temple was still lingering. If something happened to Zhu Tong in Zixia Temple, no one would
It's hard to explain clearly.
If the dragon star didn't stay on the tree, forget about Zhu Tong. Stories and legends are also part of life. To engage in a business of faith, you need to use these mysterious things to attract attention and then seek benefits. The three beautiful ladies next to you
This proves that they did not notice what was going on here and were completely fascinated by this sacred tree. Especially when they knew that the half of the old banyan tree was lost to save a young girl, they were so moved that they felt as if they had seen a god.
As soon as Zhu Tong's fingers pinched Long Xinghao, a biting cold current rushed in along Longxinghao and quickly spread throughout his body. He was frozen there for a moment, unable to move his hands, speak, or even blink his eyes.
The cold current came from the roots of the old banyan tree, where there was an earth-yellow living creature, slowly squirming.
At this moment, the Butterfly God teleported from Yintang Point to Jianjing Point, where he resisted the invasion of the cold current. Zhu Tong felt better, and the Butterfly God had teleported to the black crystal in the middle of Longxinghao, as majestic as a general.
If you stay there like this, one man will be able to stop ten thousand people from opening up.
"That's it." Zhu Tong took out the dragon star and took a few steps back. Suddenly he saw Mr. Tian, Matsui Heizhi and the old monk Chuan Su standing beside him. "What's wrong? What are you looking at me for?"
Chen Yiyi took two steps forward and asked, "Is the director okay?"
"Very good, what's wrong?" Zhu Tong feels really good. Since the injury, this is the best moment for him; the heaviest part of his lungs is itchy and numb. He knows that this is the injury.
Signs of improvement.
"You were so scary just now. You were shaking all over, as if you were electrocuted. Master Qingqing came up to pull you, and you suddenly became like that." Sha Yingying pointed to the ground. Master Kongmu's face was blue and purple, and his eyes were closed. Fortunately, he could still meditate with all his strength.
.
"He is possessed by an evil spirit, it's nothing." Zhu Tong squatted down and held Master Kongmu's head, pulled out the phoenix star hair and stabbed it into the Yintang point between his eyebrows; a trace of black mist was drawn into the crystal stone, and when he felt his fingers were warm,
Go in carefully.
The purple color on Master Kongmu's face faded, and his body slowly relaxed. He opened his eyes and saw that the person who saved him was Zhu Tong. He exhaled: "Amitabha, that's good. It's good that the donor is fine. Thank you for your mercy."
Mr. Tian laughed and said, "Director Li is indeed a miracle doctor, very clever."
Zhu Tong smiled and said nothing, helped Master Kongmu up, and warned: "Master is dragged down by me, and it is me who should be grateful. However, don't drink the fragrant ash water for a while, drink three ounces of strong liquor first, and then drink
A bowl of dried ginger and licorice soup, and I’ll cover my head and sleep until my body is covered in sweat, and I should be fine tomorrow morning.”
"Is it that simple?" Master Kongmu was still a little cold. It was a matter of life and death so he didn't want to act like a master.
"Yes, there is one thing to note; if the master usually drinks alcohol, the amount of strong liquor should be weighed by yourself. It should be about half drunk. In other words, if the master usually drinks a pound to get drunk, this time he will drink
Half a catty is enough."
"Amitabha, thank the donor for the divine prescription. Can this prescription save others?"
Zhu Tong nodded, considered and said: "As long as the disease is caused by this tree, you can use this prescription. If the disease occurs in autumn and winter, you can add ginseng. Hey, no need, no one will be sick in that season."
Master Kongmu wants to ask why he doesn’t get sick in autumn and winter. He looks at the few eyes around him and thinks that it is not a prestigious thing for him to get sick. If he asks outsiders too much, he is suspected of losing his reputation. He puts his hands together and chants the Buddha’s name.
With Yanzi's support, I drank wine and made medicine.
After all, this old banyan tree is in Zixia Temple, and a group of monks and nuns have been guarding it for many years.