Chapter 365 More money?

Chapter 365 More money?

Baiyun?

Zhao Lihe's heart moved.

If he remembered correctly, the white-bearded old monk in the third part of A Chinese Ghost Story was called Zen Master Baiyun.

This guy is not a simple character. Not only is he very powerful, but his Buddhist teachings are also quite profound. The strength shown in the play even vaguely surpasses that of Yan Chixia in the first two parts.

Even the blood in his body turned golden, and he had obviously been molded into a golden body, only one step away from Arhat status.

However, the plot of the third part takes place a hundred years later. Is the little monk in front of me the same name, or is he the real Zen Master Baiyun?

Zhao Lihe thought for a moment and chuckled: "It turns out to be Master Baiyun. I do know that there is a Baiyun Temple fifty miles west of here. I wonder what the relationship between Master and this Baiyun Temple is?"

The young monk Baiyun looked surprised, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, this young monk is the monk of Baiyun Temple."

It’s really Zen Master Baiyun a hundred years later!

According to this, by the time line of the third part, wouldn't Zen Master Baiyun be already over a hundred years old?

But considering the Buddhist practice of Zen Master Baiyun in the third part, it seems that there is no problem in living for more than a hundred years.

Zhao Lihe looked surprised and praised: "With the name of the temple, it seems that Master Baiyun has a lot of expectations placed on him!"

The young monk Baiyun clasped his hands together and said with an unmoved expression: "The donor is so complimentary. The young monk was abandoned by his parents when he was young. It was the master and more than a hundred monks from Baiyun Temple who raised me. The young monk thinks of the kindness of the entire temple. , so I took Baiyun as my dharma name to show that I will never forget it."

"If we talk about Buddhism alone, all my brothers and sisters are better than me, let alone my master and uncle."

Zhao Lihe smiled and said: "Master Baiyun, don't underestimate yourself. I see that you are pure in mind, neither arrogant nor impetuous, your words and deeds are consistent, and you remain calm when encountering big events, I think you will definitely become a famous eminent monk in Buddhism in the future!"

"yes!"

Ding Xian next to him also smiled and said: "Master Baiyun, my master has always been very accurate in judging people, and he has never been wrong!"

The young monk Baiyun clasped his hands together, bowed and said: "Namo Amitabha, the donor praises it so much, and the young monk is ashamed to receive it. However, the young monk has never thought about becoming a Buddhist monk. As the saying goes, a delusional mind causes troubles. The young monk only wants to recite scriptures and do his best. Because, I don’t dare to make any big ambitions.”

After hearing the calm words of young monk Baiyun and seeing the neither arrogant nor arrogant expression on his face, Ding Xian's smile gradually faded, and he turned to look at the young wandering monk in front of him with slight surprise.

This little monk... seems to be really not simple!

At this moment, Shen Lian, who was outside the tea shop, waved his embroidered spring knife in his hand, shook off the blood, put the knife back into its sheath, turned and walked into the tea shop, came to Zhao Lihe, and respectfully raised his hand and said: "Master, everything has been taken care of. ”

Zhao Lihe nodded, then turned to look at Bai Yun and said with a smile: "Master Bai Yun, where are you going? If you are going along the way, why not go with us!"

The young monk Baiyun shook his head, clasped his hands and said: "The four donors just move forward. The young monk has received the kindness of several donors on the ground and wants to stay and recite sutras for their salvation and repay the cause and effect."

"..."

The three Lu Jianxing brothers looked at each other.

Ding Xian couldn't help but ask: "Is the Mongolian sweat medicine considered a favor?"

Little Monk Baiyun did not explain, but just recited the name of the Buddha, then walked outside the tea shop and used the power of his Vajra Palm to blast a big hole in the ground. It seemed that he planned to bury these evil people in the soil and then chant sutras to save them.

When Ding Xian saw this, he couldn't help shouting: "Little monk, these people's souls have long been gone. It's useless for you to chant sutras!"

Little monk Baiyun paused, turned around, said namaste, and then continued to bury the body.

Ding Xian sighed: "Still pedantic."

After burying the body, the young monk Baiyun recited the name of the Buddha and sighed softly: "If people are good, even if blessings have not yet come, disaster will be far away; if people are evil, even though disaster has not come, blessing will be far away."

"The donors had known about this, so why did they do it in the first place..."

Zhao Lihe said calmly: "In today's world, it is not easy for those who do good to avoid disasters."

Little Monk Baiyun said without looking back: "Then there is something wrong with this world."

After saying that, little monk Baiyun ignored the mud on the ground, sat cross-legged, and began to recite scriptures.

Zhao Lihe and others looked at each other, smiled, shook their heads and said, "Not that pedantic."

Seeing that the little monk Baiyun would not be able to finish the meeting for a while, Zhao Lihe and others stopped waiting and turned around to leave.

After a while, the young monk Baiyun finished reciting the sutra, stood up, clasped his hands, and chanted the Buddha's name softly. Then he looked at the white monk's robes stained with mud and sighed softly, and his eyebrows finally showed the sad look that a young man should have.

"If I go back like this, Master will blame me again..."

"Let's find a pool first and wash our clothes before we talk!"

Little Monk Baiyun whispered as he returned to the tea shop, preparing to take his luggage and leave.

Just when he was picking up his luggage, a piece of paper suddenly fell out.

Little monk Baiyun was slightly startled, then picked up the note and looked at it.

"Meeting by chance is fate. Master Baiyun lives in troubled times. He has seen evil people in power and evil spirits everywhere, but he still upholds an innocent heart. Although I don't agree with him, I also admire him very much. However, when walking in troubled times, one cannot only have a compassionate heart, but also a compassionate heart. If you have the diamond method to slay demons, I happened to get a Buddhist magical skill some time ago. If you keep it for no use, then give it to the master!"

After the little monk Baiyun read the note, he opened his luggage in a daze and saw a blue-covered secret book.

Written on it were four golden characters - "Tathagata Palm"!

…

…

"Your Majesty, why did you give the Palm of Tathagata to that young monk?"

On the official road eighteen miles away, Ding Xian finally couldn't help asking this question.

The three brothers had only watched the first two movies of A Chinese Ghost Story before coming here. As for the third movie, because the timeline was a hundred years later, they didn't pay much attention to it. Naturally, they didn't know the future achievements of this young monk.

Zhao Lihe chuckled and said: "Although he is still immature now, he will become a Buddha in the future. I just invest in it in advance to make good friends with the Buddhists in this world and this future Arhat!"

Ding Xian couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in surprise: "This little monk...can he become a Buddha?"

Shen Lian said calmly: "Didn't His Majesty say that he is only an Arhat?"

"It's just?" Ding Xian twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly, "Second brother, do you want to listen to what you are saying!"

Lu Jianxing sighed and said, "Okay, stop arguing. The county seat of Jibaozhai is just ahead. Let's do business first. It's important to rescue Ning Shusheng."

Ten minutes later, in the lobby of the Yamen, the head catcher wearing a black eye patch waved his hand and said angrily:

"You're too late, Zhou Yabing has already been arrested!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lihe's head was covered with black lines, and he waved his hand. Lu Jianxing, who was behind him, immediately stepped forward and slammed the bag in his hand on the table. The leather rope untied itself, revealing the ferocious head inside.

"You arrested Zhou Yabing, then who did I kill?"

Lu Jianxing said with a sneer, his eyes so sharp that the agents trembled.

The head catcher wearing a black eyepatch swallowed, gritted his teeth, and said with a stiff neck: "You want to scare me with your head. Who knows if you are killing some good people indiscriminately and pretending to be evildoers wanted by the court--"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jianxing grabbed the catcher's collar and lifted his feet up in the air.

The head catcher, who had a black eyepatch on his left eye and didn't look like a good guy, was immediately frightened and screamed.

The policemen next to him were also shocked. They all drew their swords from their waists and wanted to surround him for rescue.

But Shen Lian just put his hand on the handle of the knife, pulled out half of it, and his eyes swept across like lightning. All the detectives stopped heartily and looked at the four strangers in the hall with uncertainty.

Although they are all losers, they have been in this troubled world for a long time, and they know who they can and cannot mess with.

The killing intent in Shen Lian's eyes and the aura on his body were almost solidified.

No matter how stupid you are, you can see that this guy is definitely a ruthless character who kills people without any calculation.

"Get out of here!"

Shen Lian shouted sharply, and the surrounding police officers immediately fled in fear and dispersed like birds and beasts.

When Shen Lian saw this, he sneered and sheathed the half-drawn Xiuchun knife.

The catcher who was yelling at his colleagues for being unloyal suddenly trembled. He smiled with a smile on his face, looked at Lu Jianxing flatteringly and said: "Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life. I am also following orders. Don't you just want the reward? Let me down." I will take you to get it, take you to get it..."

Lu Jianxing sneered and said: "Don't confuse us with you. The bounty must be paid, and the wrong criminals must be released!"

The catcher immediately showed hesitation: "This..."

Lu Jianxing frowned: "Huh?"

The catcher's expression immediately changed and he said flatteringly: "Easy to say, easy to say!"

Lu Jianxing's face softened slightly and he turned to look at Zhao Lihe behind him.

Zhao Lihe nodded, and Lu Jianxing immediately let go of his palms, allowing the head catcher to land with his feet dangling in the air.

The catcher's head fell to the ground, and then he realized that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

He coughed twice, rubbed his neck that was so painful from being strangled by his collar, and then approached Zhao Lihe with a smile on his face.

"All you heroes, please come with me!"

It was obvious that he knew who the real decision-makers were.

Zhao Lihe glanced at him lightly: "Lead the way."

The catcher nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes!"

Not long after, everyone came to the Yamen prison without any hindrance.

Zhao Lihe couldn't help but shook his head as he looked at the jailer who nodded and bowed after being given some money, leading them around the prison like an old butler.

The world is already in chaos. Compared with this world, even the late Ming Dynasty under Chongzhen's rule seemed like a paradise on earth.

Not long after, everyone arrived outside a cell. There were two prisoners in the cell, one old and one young. The old one was holding a stone and carving words on the wall intently, looking crazy.

The younger one was holding a book and lying on the withered grass, soundly sleeping.

The jailer said flatteringly: "Sir, this young man is Zhou Yabing. Despite his bookish look, he wields those two sharp axes with great force. When he was caught, he killed and injured many of our brothers!"

"If you really want to take him out...you have to pay more!"