Mandu Ratu was a lewd-looking, greasy-faced fellow, with a sleek head and curled up, looking not like a master of Taoism and practice, but like a habitual thief on the street. Pen & Fun & Ge www.biquge.infoww.ige

And from the side, I don't know if it's because of his bald head, I always feel that he looks a little bit like Uncle Ge Youge.

When Bagan opened the door, Mandu Ratu entered, and the blind old man greeted him.

Seeing this old man, Mandu Latu's face suddenly became serious, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Wang, don't you know that the Hanging Temple is overkill now, and you have a kind of respectful attitude towards all kinds of sideways, why do you still want to come here?" If someone finds out, I'm afraid you and I won't be able to get out......"

The blind old man said, "Let's go into the house and talk." ”

Mandu Ratu followed him into the house, and the old ghost and I were already waiting in the crowded living room, with the blind old man's ninth sister next to her.

Seeing so many people, Mandu Latu subconsciously glanced at the blind old man.

He was a little suspicious. But probably because he had some friendship with the blind old man and knew that this person should not harm him, so he didn't have a seizure on the spot.

However, his face was a little unpleasant.

The blind old man introduced us and said that this is called Wang Ming, this is called the old ghost, and he is a master of the South China Sea.

Mandu Ratu nodded noncommittally. Although the old ghost and I are both a little notorious in the east, but this is the great northwest, and it is simply two worlds with the east, and there will be very little communication and contact, so I should not have heard of it, as for the South China Sea...... Well, even with a sword, few people know what this South China Sea vein is for.

The blind old man introduced us again: "This is Mandu Ratu, my only friend in the Hanging Temple. ”

The only friend?

It was probably this sentence that reminded Mandu Ratu of the years, his expression was a little softened, and he said, "Brother Wang, you come to me." What is the reason? ”

Wang Donglai pointed at me and said that I was fine, that he was in trouble.

Mandu Ratu looked stunned and glanced at me, but I shook my head and said, "I actually have nothing to do, it's your Hanging Temple." ”

This was said like a tongue twister, and Mandu Ratu's face showed a deceived expression, what did it mean in the end?

I saw that Mandu Latu looked impatient, and he didn't sell it anymore, and said, "Master, you must also know that there is a black relic hidden in the Buddha statue in the main hall of the Hanging Temple, right?" ”

Mandu Latu's brows furrowed suddenly, and he said, Who told you, Brother Wang?

I shook my head and said: "The black relics of the Moke Buddha and the evil Buddha, when the Tianzhu Buddha was difficult, there were high monks who came to China and brought six black relics, so that the Chinese Buddhism at the peak of the Buddha style was suppressed, one was hidden in Putuo Mountain in eastern Zhejiang, one was hidden in Wutai Mountain in western Shanxi, one was hidden in Mount Emei in Xichuan, and one was hidden in Jiuhua Mountain in Anhui Province, which are the four famous Buddhist mountains, and there are two more hidden in Tai'an Temple and Northwest Hanging Temple on Qingcheng Mountain......"

The old ghost continued: "Being able to suppress the black relics for the ancestral court, and even the supreme honor, so the six major Buddhist holy places are happy to accept it, recast the Buddha's body, hide it in the body, and chant it every day, wanting to transform the evil Buddha's thoughts inside, and return to the other side as soon as possible." ”

Mandu Ratu said that since the two of you know each other so well, do you want me to help you steal the black relics?

I waved my hand. continued: "As early as a month ago, the Haitian Buddha ruins in Putuo Mountain in eastern Zhejiang were joined by a group of people, who took out the black relics from the Buddha statue and adopted them for their own use; These people took the black relics in preparation to summon the supreme heavenly demons. Therefore, you must collect all the black relics before you can do it, and as far as I know, the next target of these people is your Northwest Hanging Temple. ”

Mandu Ratu shook his head and said: "Impossible, I have more than 300 people in the Hanging Temple, and the whole temple is suspended in the air, and the wall is chiseled in the mountain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, who can enter?" ”

I said indifferently: "Master, who is stronger in the Hanging Temple than the Haitian Buddha Kingdom?" ”

Although Mandu Latu is just a deacon in charge of the monks' room at the moment, he was also a disciple of the Huijing Zen Master back then, so he naturally has some knowledge, and said: "If it was the Haitian Buddha Kingdom ten years ago, the Hanging Temple would naturally not be able to reach it, and if it was the Cihang Annex, which is now dilapidated, it would naturally be fine." ”

I squinted my eyes and said, "Ten years ago, the Haitian Buddha Kingdom was in full swing. It can still be broken, why does the master dare to believe that the current Hanging Temple can hold on? ”

Mandu Ratu raised his head, looked at me, and said, "You mean those people are cult of evil spirits?"

I sighed and said maybe it would be more dangerous.

Mandu Ratu hesitated. I don't know if I was doubting the truth of my words, or if I was thinking about something else, but I glanced at the people around me and said leisurely, "The night before yesterday, something happened. ”

I don't know why I said something else, but Mandu Rattu looked up at me.

I continued: "The old ghost and I stayed in the hostel opened by Brother Wang, but five people came, but they wanted to kill Brother Wang and take his demon pill - these five people are the wilderness dart Ke Ji Canghai, the first sword and a horse in the northwest, the son of the third-in-command of the Northwest Bureau of religion, Du Lao Er, the big thief who turned the sky upside down, and the last person, you also know the master......

Mandu Ratu's interest hung me up, and said who is it?

I said that it is the highly respected Zen master Wu Fa of Mingjing Pavilion of the Hanging Temple. Master, have you ever known?

Mandu Latu shook his head decisively and said: "Impossible, although Wu Fa is a bit arrogant, he will definitely not mix with these wicked people, impossible!" ”

He almost subconsciously resisted such news, while I spread my hands and said calmly: "Master, you and I just met, you don't believe me, this is a normal thing, but you should be very familiar with Brother Wang's temperament, you can know ...... by asking him."

Mandu Ratu looked at the blind old man almost with a begging gaze.

The blind old man didn't say anything, just took off his clothes.

As soon as the clothes were taken off, the old man's ribs were revealed, and on the surface of the skin, there were many burns that were scorched by the light of the golden bowl, and they did not retreat at once, but now they became a clear proof of silence.

Mandu Ratu is not a straw bag, he saw the clues at a glance, gritted his teeth, and did not speak for a long time.

The blind old man said slowly: "At that time, Zen Master Wu Fa used the golden bowl of the Yuan Fa to capture me, and you also know that although Zen Master Huijing did not include me in the door, I have always regarded him as a master. He once swore a poisonous oath to the golden bowl of the Yuanfa that he would not hurt anyone in the Hanging Temple in his life, so he didn't resist at all at that time. If it weren't for these two righteous actions at that time, I'm afraid that you wouldn't be able to see me anymore, maybe by chance, you can see my demon pill......"

Mandu Ratu burst into tears and said with difficulty: "Don't talk about it......"

The blind old man's emotions also came up, and he listened to this dissuasion, and continued: "Later, little brother Wang Ming told me about another group of people, and they didn't want black relics or anything else when they came this time. I just want to stop this, because if it is done for them, not to mention the rivers and lakes, even the whole world, it will be a catastrophe - and I, because I am afraid that this matter will affect the Hanging Temple, I am also cheeky and follow ......"

After hearing what he said, Mandu Ratu let out a long sigh and said sadly: "After that incident happened ten years ago, Master retired and abdicated, and then passed away in the Dharma Cave. After the abbot took power, nepotism, and today's Hanging Temple is no longer what it was back then. ”

The blind old man was a little angry, saying that in the past, although the Huijing Zen Master had the responsibility of leadership, but in the end this matter had little to do with him, but the Huineng Zen Master was the initiator behind the scenes, why did he retreat?

Mandu Ratu wiped his tears and said that this matter was too complicated, and the elders in the temple at that time felt that someone needed to be responsible for this and give an explanation to the Maoshan Sect.

The blind old man said so. Huijing Zen Master became a scapegoat?

Mandu Ratu said that the abbot of the Hanging Temple can always reflect our sincerity more than others, right?

Speaking of this, both of them sighed and were speechless.

I listened to it sadly, and after a long time, the blind old man said faintly: "Now, those old monks should also regret it, right?" ”

Mandu Ratu sighed and said what is the use of regret? When my master was in power, he exalted them and consulted the presbyterian council on almost everything, but now the abbot of the council that they have put in place their own people in all important positions. Holding all kinds of resources, without these, even if they have more complaints, what is the use? Many people are in retreat, and some are out of sight and have traveled far away. Today's Hanging Temple is full of smoke and miasma, and it is no longer what it was back then......

The blind old man said that no matter what, the thousand-year-old foundation of the Hanging Temple can't just be gone, otherwise after a hundred years, who will have the face to see the Zen Master again?

Mandu Ratu finally made up his mind at this time, and once again confirmed: "Brother Wang, if you talk about trust in this world, only you can make me believe unconditionally, tell me, is this true?" ”

The blind old man looked at me with his white eyes, nodded and said, "Yes!" ”

Mandu Ratu nodded. Okay, I'll hide you in the basket and pull you back to the temple, and I'll help you contact a few trusted elders to avoid being destroyed by these beasts.

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