Entering the class room, the woman greeted the two into the study, which looked like a president's office, and there was no shortage of computer bookcases.

After a while, a monk walked in slowly, but he was only in his sixties, wearing a golden robe, and he looked quite precious**.

"Amitabha, the two donors are sincere to the heart of the Buddha, and the old man is deeply inspired, so he has come to solve the doubts for the two, of course, before that, let's listen to the Buddha's Zen sound. With that, the old man walked straight to the computer and clicked on the music.

"I planted it in my previous life, and I was constantly worried, the little monk turned back, the chanting voice became hoarse, there was no more her under this temple, Bodhi did not cross her, a few volumes of scriptures were difficult to keep, and the ......courtyard was full of dark flowers."

Yin Xiaoli frowned, and said in a low voice: "Abbot, isn't it a bit unserious to come to this "Crossing Me or Not Crossing Her" at this time?"

"What the female donor said is very true, haha......" The abbot smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly released a song "Great Compassion Mantra".

All this last night, the old monk's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at the two of them, and asked in a low voice, "What did the two donors ask the old man about?"

"Find someone!"

"Shouldn't I go to the Public Security Bureau to find someone, is it useful to look for me?" the old monk glanced at Qin Jue and said coldly.

"Master misunderstood, we are looking for Master Juechen on this trip, I don't know where you know where he is?"

"Juechen, what are you looking for him?" the abbot's face was slightly stunned, and he looked very surprised.

Qin couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, it was obvious that this old monk knew Juechen's whereabouts.

"My grandfather is a friend of Master Juechen, and he has some things in his place, so we came here to get them. Yin Xiaoli said hurriedly, his face was very excited.

"I see, then you can come with me. ”

As he spoke, the old monk stood up and led the two of them out.

"Juechen is my senior brother, but he is also a rare ascetic monk in the temple, for so many years he has been staying in the Jiedi Cave in the back mountain to sit in bitter meditation, often not eating or drinking for several days, I don't know if he is still alive now?" the old monk said in a deep voice, sighing helplessly.

"Isn't it too miserable?" is that kind of monk who has been sitting for ten or twenty years, sometimes not eating or drinking, and only reciting scriptures? Isn't this too miserable?" Yin Xiaoli asked in a low voice, his face a little ugly.

They came here to find Juechen on this trip, in case he died properly, this would not be a complete waste of his previous efforts, and in desperation, both of them were a little worried in their hearts.

"Who says no? Nowadays, very few people go to practice bitter meditation, the six roots are pure, the four are empty, and they are only absent in the mind, my Buddha is compassionate, and naturally knows how to keep pace with the times, but I, the senior brother of Juechen, is indeed a bit old-fashioned. It's been more than 30 years since he sat in meditation again, and usually only his disciples still come to see him and bring him some food, but after so many years, I don't know what has become of him. The old monk sighed, pointed to a cave behind him, and whispered.

"I'm old, I can't climb this mountain, there is the Jiedi Cave, you go up by yourself, you have to ask him if there is anything, after all, you have paid for the incense, and we still have to do a good job in this service." ”

Yin Xiaoli glanced at him and said coldly: "Thank you!"

The old monk waved his hand, turned around and left.

"Husband, how do I feel that they don't look like monks, but more like businessmen, asking monks and worshipping Buddha has become an industry, it's really speechless. ”

Qin Jue smiled, didn't speak, just took her hand and continued to walk forward.

The cave looks pitch black, and it is no different from an ordinary cave, except that there is a sign hanging on the entrance of the cave that reads "Jiedi Cave".

The cave was barren, vines, dead branches, and weeds overlapped, and it seemed that no one had cleaned it up for a long time, and the two of them slowly walked inside, to the deepest depths, and finally saw an old monk, who was sitting on a futon, his body was wrapped with withered vines, and his body was covered with dust, his face was black, he was already skinny, his hands were folded in front of his chest, and he did not move.

There were also two bowls in front of him, a bowl of water and a bowl of white rice, and a few green vegetables were scattered on the white rice, which looked like they had just been delivered, and there was still steaming on them.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk walked over, smiled at the two, and said softly: "My master has been sitting here for thirty-two years, he is dedicated to the enlightenment of Buddhism, sitting in bitter meditation, occasionally waking up, eating something simple, and explaining a few words of Buddhism to us, but he hasn't woken up for three days recently!"

"Can he not eat or drink for three days?, can his body hold on?" Yin Xiaoli hurriedly asked, afraid that this old monk would not be able to hold on to his death, and it would be troublesome.

"Master often said that the physical body is just an empty skin, and as long as you devote yourself to the Buddha, you can eventually achieve positive results. Everything is decided, and we can't force it. As he spoke, the monk clasped his hands together and recited a sentence of Amitabha.

"The two donors, the abbot master has already told me your intentions. Since you are my master's deceased son, you call him, if Master can wake up, it means that you are destined, if you can't wake up, then everything is doomed, and you can't force it to come. ”

Qin Jue frowned, the monk's words were very clear, but looking at the way Master Juechen didn't know whether he was alive or dead, it was still unknown whether he could wake him up. In desperation, he looked slightly startled, patted Yin Xiaoli's shoulder, and motioned for her to shout.

Yin Xiaoli nodded, her face was also a little nervous, but she still bit her lip and shouted loudly: "Master Juechen, I am Yin Zheng's granddaughter, Yin Li, I came to you today to pick up what my grandfather put here for you." ”

……

shouted three people one after another, and the old monk didn't move at all. It's as if it's really gone. Yin Xiaoli put his finger on the monk's nose and tried it, but he couldn't even feel the snort.

"No breathing, are you really dead?" Yin Xiaoli was slightly stunned, his face was very ugly.

"Mage, are we waiting for you to save your life, how can you just leave?"

Qin Jue's face was also a little gloomy, and he walked over slowly, his fingers lightly pressed on Master Juechen's wrist. His face changed suddenly, and a silver needle was hidden, and at once it pierced his temple.

"Xiaoli, you shout again. ”

Yin Xiaoli was slightly stunned, but still shouted loudly: "Master Juechen, I am Yin Zheng's granddaughter, today I came to you to pick up the things that my grandfather put here for you, we are waiting for help, you wake up!"

As soon as her words fell, the eyelids of Master Juechen, who had been sitting dry, moved slightly.

"Uh......" With a soft click, Yin Xiaoli hurriedly stepped forward to check.

"All actions are impermanent, all leaks are suffering, all laws have no self, and Nirvana is silent......" With a Buddhist Zen sound, Master Juechen finally woke up.

"It's great that you've finally woken up, Master. Yin Xiaoli was overjoyed and said excitedly.

"The old man originally intended to see through life and death, but he was mortal, but after all, he failed to achieve the right result, fortunately the donor woke me up, so that I would not fall into the boundless purgatory, good, good. Juechen sighed lightly, his face kind.

"The girl is the deceased, I wonder if your grandfather Yin Zheng is still in the world?"

"After the Wenchuan earthquake, my grandfather has been missing, and I know that there is no news now, so I think he has already passed away. Yin Xiaoli whispered, a trace of sadness flashing across his face.

"I see!"

"Master, the apprentice is here!" the middle-aged monk hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Go and get the golden robe of the master and hand it over to the two donors!"

"It's Master!"

After bowing, the monk turned and left.

"This thing has been preserved for more than 30 years, and today it is returned to its original owner. Juechen clasped his hands together and recited the phrase "good".

"Thank you, master!" Yin Xiaoli bowed, his face full of excitement.

Juechen smiled, turned around and said to Qin Jue again: "The donor is too angry, and he kills with one hand, and the old man hopes that one day you will put down the butcher's knife, put on a robe, and plant a mulberry hemp." ”

"There was a saying in the past, 'get on the horse to kill the thief, get off the horse to learn Buddhism', some things naturally have to be done, as the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. Qin Jue chuckled and reached out to remove the silver needle from the monk's head.

"What the donor said is very true, the former king of the earth and the Bodhisattva made a grand wish, hell is not empty, vow not to become a Buddha, hope that the donor has good thoughts, the world is suffering, why kill at every turn, promote the Tao to solve doubts, the common people are pure, is the fundamental. The old monk sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Qin Jue nodded, and said, "Thank you for the master's advice, I remembered it below." ”

After a while, the monk came back and handed the robe to the two of them, and then he didn't stop anymore and turned to leave.

Qin Jue unfolded his robe and looked at it carefully, and frowned unconsciously, the robe was just a robe, except for some lines outlined by gold wires on it, there was nothing special about it.

However, Yin Xiaoli's face was a little strange, she frowned, and said in a low voice: "My grandfather once warned me that when I find a husband in the future, if I want to inherit the witchcraft technique, I need to go through his test, and this must be the test." ”

"What kind of test is a robe?" Qin Jue asked in a low voice, his face full of suspicion.

"Do you see these golden threads? This should be a kind of Gu worm, I once heard my grandfather say that there is a kind of golden silk Gu in the world, as thin as silk threads, but it has a wonderful use. Saying that, Yin Xiaoli's face tightened slightly, and he sighed unconsciously.

"What's the trick?"

"The golden silk Gu lead and silk can form a wonderful connection, grandpa called it psychedelic Gu, I think this robe should be laid down by grandpa psychedelic Gu array, if you want to accept the inheritance, you must go through the test of the psychedelic Gu array, as for what this test is, I don't know, but once it fails, I'm afraid we will never have a chance with it again. ”

A trace of melancholy also flashed on Yin Xiaoli's face, and she didn't expect her grandfather to be so cautious about the inheritance of the witch doctor.

"No matter what, I'm going to give it a try, how should this psychedelic Gu array be activated?" Qin Jue asked in a deep voice.

"My blood can unravel the Gu Array, and using your blood again can awaken it completely. Yin Xiaoli whispered, his face full of worry.

"Let's go back first, now that we've got the robe, we'll prepare well, and we'll definitely get something out of it." Qin Jue said with a smile, holding Yin Xiaoli's hand tightly.

His hands were big and warm, Yin Xiaoli nodded heavily, took his arm, and the two walked out.

When he went down the mountain and passed by the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Yin Xiaoli suddenly remembered.

"Husband, we still haven't gone to the incense to make a wish, the money has been spent, but we can't let them take advantage of it in vain. ”

Qin Jue smiled lightly: "Yes, you can't let them take advantage." ”

Saying that, the two of them really worshiped the Buddha and made a wish.