"Boy, do you really think I can do spells? It is said that after so many years of getting along with our grandfather, you should know what I can and can't do. www.biquge.info I don't know how to exorcise evil spirits, I don't know it, why don't you try it in another place? The old monk was still really patient, and after listening to all of Hong Tao's thoughts, he gave the order to expel the guest.

"Don't mind, I think your Taoism must be very high, and you have seen a lot more things than me, I don't hesitate to go to the Lama Temple or something, just recognize you, show me!" Although the old monk's face was wrinkled and he couldn't see any expression, Hong Tao still felt that he was laughing at himself. But it's already happened, and I'm here to beg for help, so I'll be laughed at if I'm laughed at, as long as I can solve my own problems, don't say I'm smiling, and I'll admit it with a broom. It's a big deal to eat a few more fasts in the future, and eat back the lost losses.

"Do you believe in Buddhism?" The old monk finally put down the broom, sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, and talked to Hong Tao seriously.

"Don't believe it!" Hong Tao didn't even think about it, he directly gave a clear answer, then turned around and entered the house, took out a thermos and a large jar and put it on the stone table, and began to pour hot water into the jar. This old monk has a habit of drinking hot tea in winter and summer, and the dog days are the same, and he doesn't sweat much after drinking.

"Then do you believe it?" the old monk picked up the teapot and blew it, and asked again.

"I don't believe it either!" After finishing his work, Hong Tao also sat on the stone bench opposite the old monk, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but he didn't light it. The old monk doesn't smoke, and every time Hong Tao comes here for so many years, whether it's playing chess or chatting, he is addicted to cigarettes and smells it, and he never asks him if he can smoke.

You don't believe in anything, but you have to believe in ghosts and gods, isn't this your own blockage. In the past, you were not like this child, yes yes, yes yes is not, you live a very chic life, why is it that you are a few years older and the more you live, the more you smoke?" The old monk took a sip of hot tea and began to evaluate Hong Tao's current state, which sounded like a mockery, but in fact, it was also enlightening.

“…… That's right...... But this matter is very evil, I have been thinking about it for a long time and have not figured it out, is there really such a thing as a dream in the world? Who entrusted it to me?"

"If you beat people on the street, if you are caught by the police, if you let go of the fish after every fishing, if you come here to eat, if you want to do engineering, if you want to do a whim, if you want to do a whim, if you want to do a whim, if you want to do a whim, if you want to do a whim. Things in the world are not as complicated as you think, doing good deeds is the cause, and getting good rewards is the effect. It's just that the world's standards of what is good and what is bad often change, so they sometimes feel that retribution is not good, so they start to wonder whether the previous approach is worth it, it depends on how you understand it. In fact, in this life, people are struggling in the process of constantly convincing themselves, and if you convince them, then you will understand and be happy; if you are not convinced, you will not understand, and you will be troubled. I think that with your ability you should be able to find a reason to convince yourself that it is not in vain that you have eaten with me for so many years. The old monk was holding a cup of hot tea and talking eloquently, speaking very slowly and softly.

"Then what if I really can't figure it out? Could it be that you still want me to pay for so many years?" Hong Tao only understood a small part, and basically didn't understand what the rest meant. But at this time, he really didn't bother with the things in his dreams anymore, but he couldn't be idle, and he had to raise the bar with the old monk again.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it! I've lived for so many years, and there are still a lot more things I can't figure out than I can figure out, like a bastard like you, why is eating fasting so addictive, and can eat three people's servings per meal. If I had been thinking about these things every day, I would have died of sorrow. I have never seen anyone who can figure everything out, I have only seen it in Buddhist scriptures, do you think that you are the reincarnation of the Buddha, and you plan to let me be your apprentice after becoming a Buddha?" After entering, he closed the door of the house, and the meaning was obvious, and the conversation was over.

"Hey...... Don't go, what time will you go to bed at this time, why don't I accompany you for two plates?"

"Come, put it on, your attributes, I carved it for you. If you think you have to have a magic weapon to protect your body, use it as a magic weapon. In fact, this is all redundant, it is just a piece of broken wooden fish, wood is good wood, but if you have mana, it can still be broken? If you really figure everything out one day, I will set up a statue for you here and call you a wise Buddha......" At this time, the door of the house opened again, and the old monk walked out with a black thing, and stuffed it into Hong Tao's hand, and finally showed a more obvious smile, and walked into the house again, never to come out again.

He also invited me to have lunch together, but in order to fulfill my promise to you, I resolutely did not agree, so don't stop me next time you have something!" The old monk went back to the house to sleep, Hong Tao could only go back to the house with a heavy woodcut pendant in his hand, and when he went out, he also showed off with the young monk who was cleaning at the door, and then he walked home satisfied.

He felt that with this Buddhist magic weapon to protect his body, he would basically be inviolable from ghosts and gods. I didn't listen to the old monk say that this thing was broken by his wooden fish, and it was made of wood from the wooden fish. What is a wooden fish? A transmitter for the monk to talk to the Buddha, a very powerful magic weapon! The old monk's wooden fish are all red sandalwood, and the years are certainly not short, and the mana on the phone with the Buddha all day long must be sufficient, even a fragment is enough to deter demons and monsters.

"Sin, sin, the master is talking again...... But you also deserve it, eat for nothing and take things for nothing, what a thing!" When Hong Tao walked away, the young monk grinned at Hong Tao's back. He had seen the thing in Hong Tao's hand, and there was more than one, it was not a fragment of a wooden fish at all, let alone carved by the old monk himself. That thing is made by a machine in the wood factory, and the material is the same as that of the wooden fish, which is to make the scraps of the wooden fish, and make it into the pattern of the zodiac, and send it with the wooden fish, dozens of sets.

But Hong Tao didn't know, and probably won't know in the future, except for the old monk in this temple who was willing to talk to him, the other monks didn't pay attention to him at all. Since he got this treasure, he doesn't want to dream of anything. Didn't the old monk say it, the Buddha is not a human being, Hong Tao thinks that he has no Buddha nature, so the chance of becoming a Buddha is extremely small, so let's do something human.

To say that this statue is indeed very exquisite, the material is good, whether it is carved by the machine or not, anyway, the fat little mouse shape above is a bit vivid, and the tail naturally formed a string of beads, drooping down, that is, the tassel of the pendant, there is a fine hole in the middle of the whole statue, it seems to be hung with a rope.

"Smart Buddha!" Hong Tao went home and rummaged through the cabinets to find it, but he didn't find a suitable rope to use as a hanging rope, either too thick or too thin, and the color did not match. So he braided a thin rope with a black fishing line, which was strong and smooth, not afraid of sweat, and easy to clean. However, before putting it on his neck, Hong Tao used the tip of the awl to carve three words on the back of the mouse statue. This is not looking forward to becoming a Buddha, but to remind yourself not to be stupid in the future, and if you encounter something similar and can't figure it out, just look at these three words and always be vigilant against the trend of becoming a Buddha.