Chapter 12: The King of Fudo

Kang Mi was a cadre, this is a bad thing but never done, but this has never eaten pork, always seen pigs run, a few retired veterans in the village from time to time always tell some stories about the Vietnamese monkeys, one and two, he also learned something, for example, this robbery is pay attention to the month dark and the wind is high, it is best to rain a little, wait until more than one o'clock in the evening, see that the light rain finally came down, he was relieved, called the master sneaked on the boat, and went straight to the direction of Confucius Village.

The five people sneaked to the shore on the left side of the Confucius Village, and walked to a small col nearby, Kang Miyuan was not stupid, knowing that this time the people above were really moving, many of these people who went out of the horse were hooligans in the city, and they were the best at doing some bastard things, and they really wanted to fight, and their five old and weak were not opponents, so they had been quietly sending people to peek at the layout of the village on this small col in the past few days, but those people in the village seemed to have experience as guards, and the position of the sentry has been changing, so even if there is a general concept, he is still a little uneasy, and wants to confirm it again, but everyone has just climbed the col and has not taken a breath, I saw an old monk sitting there, a monk's robe for a long time and torn, wet by the rain and tightly wrapped around his body, his beard was gray and rolled into a ball, and he didn't know how long he hadn't taken care of it, anyway, he was embarrassed.

"Those who see my body have bodhicitta and those who hear my name cultivate evil and good, those who preach my Dharma break their name, and those who know my heart become Buddhas, Amitabha. Seeing a few people holding fishing forks and looking at themselves vigilantly, the old monk did not panic, smiled slightly, stood up, put his hands together, first recited the Dharma number loudly, and then shook his head and said: "Several donors, the rich monk has been waiting for a long time. ”

"Rich monk?" This title makes several people look at each other, monks and Taoists are not uncommon these years, everyone has seen a few, but people are poor monks and poor monks or something, even if they are dressed brightly, this verbal humility is still there, what is going on with this rich monk?

"Rich monks walk the world and are rich all over the world, do you still want to learn from those poor monks who beg for food everywhere to call themselves poor monks, besides, they don't really have no money, this skin-like thing, still can't see it. The old monk sighed with a smile and replied.

"Look at this, I'm afraid I still can't eat!" The old monk said this sentence is a little funny, if he wears gold and silver, everyone will not say anything, but they are all down to such a point, called Huazi in general and said that he has money, suddenly someone sneered, a few people laughed although laughing, but the fishing fork in the hand still did not put down, this monk appeared too suddenly, and it was in the middle of the night, and what to say for a long time, it was too weird.

"A rich monk can cheat, how can he not eat!" The old monk's eyes widened, and he took out a wallet from his waist, and a large number of tickets in it were swaying in the wind.

"What do you want to do, right?" The person who spoke was called Yu Deyu, with a straight temperament and a temper, and naturally he was also hot, thinking that he was going to do something big soon, where was there still kung fu to go around with this monk, so he simply stepped forward, stared at the old monk's old face, and asked bluntly.

"It's very dangerous to go here, and I'm afraid that the plans of several donors have already been known to the person under the mountain. The old monk spread his hands and shook his head and said.

"How do you know?" Kang Miyuan was stunned, his brows furrowed, and he subconsciously asked, he confidently arranged the secret of robbing people, and a few people who came out with him were all from Ke Zhengming's great favor on weekdays, and it was too late to be grateful, how could he betray it, but this monk actually already knew, and he was still waiting here, it was really strange!

"Amitabha, isn't there no eyeliner on Jinyu Island?" The old monk recited the Buddha's name and sighed: "The people's hearts are scattered, and naturally there are many dirty things.

"Is this true?" Kang Miyuan had already believed most of it at this time, but after all, he was still unwilling to be reconciled, hesitated for a long time, glanced down the mountain, and still looked like he was going to do it.

"Use this thing!" The old monk saw that Kang Mihara didn't believe it, sighed, and took out something from the monk's robe.

"Infrared, also, it's really amazing. Kang Miyuan picked it up and only glanced at it, then gasped, and sighed repeatedly, it was raining and dark, although it was convenient to do things, but if the people inside were ambushed, it would be extremely unfavorable, with eyes alone, Confucius Village was indeed empty, and there was no patrol standing, after using this infrared telescope that can see the figure of people, you can see that there are a lot of people squatting in the direction of several people entering the village, I am afraid that they are waiting for them to go down the mountain to catch them all.

"How did the master know about the arrangement of these people?" Since the mountain has already prepared, this person naturally can't grab it, Kang Miyuan sighed dejectedly, and then inquired about the origin of this monk, although this monk helped, but after all, it was inexplicable, and it was not reassuring, and it was another set if it was not good, so Kang Miyuan thought, maybe he could still say something.

"The rich monk has been cheating for many years, and the meat that he saw never flew away, and finally caught up with a big fish, in this master's village, but before the rich monk went in to cheat the money, he was torn by those people, how can this revenge not be repaid?" The old monk angrily wiped the rain on his face and said hatefully.

"You, are you a liar?" This answer made several people dumbfounded, and after a while, Kang Mihara reacted and asked with a look of surprise.

"Of course!" the old monk patted his wallet and said confidently: "Didn't you say it, the old monk was abducted and deceived, and he was rich all over the world, otherwise how to be a rich monk." ”

"Then why do you want to help us?" asked Yu Deyu with a puzzled expression.

"Of course you want to vent your evil anger, don't you see that the rich monk looks like this? Are you really a rich monk who can't afford to wear good clothes?" The old monk glared, pointed to his tattered monk's robe and shouted: "This is revenge and not revenge, isn't it a joke, the rich monk has no other skills, and he will still be able to stir up the situation, they want to arrest you, but the rich monk just doesn't teach them to be wishful!"

"It's really..."With the electric light in the sky, everyone saw clearly that the old monk's robe was not really tattered, but stained with a lot of muddy water and torn apart, which made it look embarrassing, but the material itself was excellent, and it looked like it was made of silk.

"It's that simple?" Kang Mihara asked in disbelief after a long pause.

"Have you ever heard of the Bodhisattva of the Immovable Ming King?" the old monk smiled slightly, and asked instead.

Everyone was stunned and shook their heads, only to hear Yu Deyu muttering in a low voice: "There are so many Bodhisattvas, where can you come over..."

"The merciful, reward the good, for the evil, reward the evil, the grace of the dripping water gushes in return, the hatred of the eyes thunder and anger, incarnate tens of millions, is for the immovable king Bodhisattva, although the rich monk cheats a little money, but this sutra still has to be recited. ”

"What's the use of reading it, Lao Ke is such a good person, it's not like that, if you want me to say, this god doesn't have long eyes!" Yu Deyu muttered with his head down.

"As long as the sun rises as usual, one day the light will shine on the earth, no one wants to cover the sky with one hand, as long as the heart has light, everywhere is a pure land, and you can't save people from being depressed. The old monk smiled disappreciatively, and said lightly, but when he said this, the old bastard with a hippie smile on his face disappeared all of a sudden, and he became more compassionate, and he really looked like a monk who was in the fire and water, which made everyone stunned.

"According to what you say, after reciting this sutra with you, Lao Ke will come out?" asked Yu Deyu unconvinced.

"If the rich monk rescues this person, are you willing to believe in me, the immovable king, and read a sentence with me, the sun and the moon will not die, and my heart will be bright?"

"It's no problem to become a monk with you!" Yu Deyu was willing to believe that this old monk could save people, and immediately nodded without showing weakness.

After coming back from the mountain pass, Kang Miyuan still sent someone out to inquire about the news, after all, everyone and the old monk have only met once, although the old monk patted his chest and promised to rescue the person, but no one dared to hold it up, or ready to shoot it himself, but he did a lot of concealment, everything was discussed on the phone, and he did not call everyone to the house for a meeting as before, after the old monk said a few words, he was also a lot more careful, so careful, sure enough, he found that many people peeked into their homes from time to time, and the villagers who originally had a heart became what they are now, he was also sad and discouraged, but when he thought of the old monk's words, his heart is finally much better, and he doesn't believe that there is anyone in this world who can cover the sky with one hand.

However, the news that everyone brought back made Kang Miyuan more and more confused, for no other reason, when Yu Deyu went to the city, he happened to meet the old monk who was clear of the law, if it wasn't for the old monk who greeted him with a smile, he would hardly recognize it.

"Village chief, you said that this old monk has nothing to do with the newspaper, isn't it that he can't cheat the money to change his career to work, right? Yu Deyu said worriedly, when he went to the city, the clear space wore a yellow cloth coat, and brought a small hat, the horse coat also had four big characters written on the city daily, riding a three-wheeled one, all of which were newspapers, he quietly followed a paragraph, and also took a newspaper sent to the newsstand with the clear space and came back.

"Where are these sent?" asked Kang Mihara in a deep voice.

"Chengxi Development Zone, it's not too tired, running so far. Yu Deyu said casually.

"Those people in Confucius Village seem to be working on the construction site over there..."Kang Mi thought for a moment and said in a low voice.