"What is this old bald man doing?" For these bare-headed monks, Zhu Youjiao also has no good impression of them. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the beginning, because of the forced palace of those old monks in Nanjing, the prestige of the entire Zhu royal family was provoked.

So except for Yao Guangxiao, for all the monks, Zhu Youjiao and them are not very cold.

"Who knows what they're doing?" Zhu Mengcan muttered, "But are there monks in this Korean kingdom?"

Hearing this, Zhu Song glared at Zhu Mengcan angrily and said, "Don't you allow foreign countries to have monks?" Just like our Taoists in the Ming Dynasty, there are also a lot of bullnoses in the surrounding Fanbang vassal countries, aren't they?"

"Uncle Song, it seems that this is the case when you say that." Zhu Youyi touched his head, pointed to the small clearing and shouted, "Hey, it's moving, it's moving, they're moving!" ”

In the small clearing, a little novice who seemed to be the leader walked up to the old monk who was sitting on the futon in the panxi and said, "Master Yuan, everything is ready!" ”

The old monk who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Fakong, go to the Dharma table!" ”

"Yes!" The little novice named Fakong answered, and his bald head was about to glow in the sun.

After a short while, the old monk got up from the futon and strolled to the Dharma table in the middle of the small clearing.

It was a long square table, on which was covered with a long moon-white cloth, with a Buddha Protector Vajra at the four corners and in the center, and on the square table was a bronze statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, next to which were two golden candlesticks.

In front of the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, there is already white smoke curling on an incense burner, and the fragrance is diffused.

Then there are bronze prayer pages, bowls, wooden fish, prayer beads, dust, and demon pestles...... But there are many things that can be used in the Dharma of Buddhism.

This may seem to outsiders to be well-equipped and well-prepared, but in the eyes of Zhu Song and Zhang Fu, it is a bit pretentious and too contrived.

This is like being afraid that others will not know that these bald donkeys are Buddhist monks, but deliberately bring these things to serve as a façade.

……

"Yuankong, please Dharma Protector Vajra!"

The Yuan Master in the mouth of the little monk stood in front of the Dharma table for a long time, and suddenly picked up the demon slaying pestle and shouted loudly.

"Damn, I'm scared to death!"

Zhu Mengcan was taken aback by the old monk's roar like a lion's roar, and almost took out the short fire gun that Zhu Songxin gave him for self-defense from his back waist.

This firebolt is actually Colt's invention of the revolver. Guns, this kind of hands. The gun has a primer impact bolt and a spiral rifled barrel, uses a conical bullet shell, and pulls an eridium trigger to complete the two-step action of the runner to be fired, although it can only be fired six times in a row, but it is convenient, and the effective lethality is nearly 20 zhang.

This kind of firearm is called a rotating handcuff by Zhu Song, and it is still very good in terms of dealing with emergencies at present.

When the little novices who were always paying attention to the movements of the Yuan Master heard this, they immediately separated into two.

Their steps changed, their bodies staggered past each other, but in their hands, at some point, a stack of yellow paper tied with yellow rune paper, more than twice the size of A4 paper.

"Amitabha, please vajra test!"

The two separated little novices shouted loudly, aimed at the direction of the sun on the heavenly dome, and threw the yellow paper in their hands into the air.

Wow!

The yellow paper flew out of the hands of the two little novices, and in mid-air, the thin strips of yellow rune paper floated away, and the yellow paper then scattered in all directions.

It is also beautiful, at this moment the breeze is blowing, and the yellow paper in mid-air is blown up, and it is coincidentally lined up obliquely from top to bottom.

At this time, the old monk also moved, and I saw that his mouth was opening and closing all the time, and at the same time, his hands kept making handprints.

When the yellow paper rose to the highest altitude and listed the formation very shitty, the Yuan Master's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Om (ong), Ma (ma), ne (ni), horn (bai), Mi (mi), 吽 (hong), burn!" ”

Boom!

With the landing of the six-character mantra of Buddhism, the two stacks of yellow paper that were thrown high in the air spontaneously combusted without fire, and the fire burned more and more by the wind, and when they fell, the flame had burned the rice paper almost to the ground, and the wisps of black paper ash withered and fell on the neat ground, which was particularly eye-catching.

"God, miracles, the Buddha has appeared!"

"It's on, it's on, do you see it? Why did the two stacks of yellow paper spontaneously combust without fire! ”

"Didn't you hear the mantra recited by the monk, it was the six-character mantra of Buddhism!"

The people on the inner and outer three floors gathered together suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

After a while, the people of the Korean Kingdom who were onlookers all started to talk, and everyone showed extreme admiration for the scene in front of them, which violated the laws of nature.

Speaking of the Joseon Kingdom, even the Ming Dynasty did not have the theory of natural science, and every time something happened that the people could not understand, it must be connected with gods, Buddhas, ghosts and monsters.

O you foolish mortals!

Zhu Song really wants to say something like this now, how the hell is this linked to the Buddha, it's just a little trick.

Shaking his head, Zhu Song waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's nothing to look at, it's just a deceptive gimmick, let's go."

Zhu Song was about to turn around and leave when he finished speaking, but found that the two little guys did not follow him out, but showed a very strange expression.

"I said, are you two itchy again, why are you looking at me like this?" Turning his head to look at Zhu Youjiao and Zhu Mengcan, who had a strange look, he said angrily.

"Nothing." Zhu Youyi was the first to come back to his senses and said, "But Uncle Song, you just said that this is all a little trick, not to mention why those yellow papers are discharged in a neat order in the air, just because the yellow paper spontaneously combusts without fire, there is no way to explain it, right?"

"Yes, Uncle Song." Zhu Mengcan also said: "If these thieves are all liars who eat and drink, then this scene is really difficult to explain. Also, Uncle Songhuang, do you say that our monks and Taoist priests in the Ming Dynasty can do this? ”

When it came to the end, Zhu Mengcan looked at Zhu Song with inquiring eyes and asked in a low voice.

Zhu Song stared at the methods of those old liars he saw on TV in his previous life, and then said: "If it is our monks and Taoist priests of the Ming Dynasty, we should be able to light the white paper without relying on fire candles, but if the yellow paper is so far from the ground, I am afraid it will be a little difficult!" ”

"Oh, I'll just say it, this old monk still has two." Hearing Zhu Song's words, Zhu Youyi and Zhu Mengcan nodded at the same time.

Because they had seen Yao Guangxiao's old monk do such a trick of spontaneous combustion without fire before, but at that time, Yao Guangxiao borrowed props, and just like this, he still coaxed a group of little guys into a daze.

Unfortunately, Yao Guangxiao never told the little guys how he did it.

It can be said that since then, Zhu Youjiao and them have inexplicably had a slight sense of worship for the Buddhist monks.

Afterwards, because of the monks' forced palace on Zhu Di, the little guys' hearts were suppressed by a trace of admiration, and was replaced by endless disgust.

If there is no accident, I will be disgusted for the rest of my life, but the trick of the old monk 'spontaneous combustion without fire' will tease the little guy's heart with a trace of worship. Dial it out.

Seeing the expressions of the two little guys at the moment, Zhu Song was about to laugh crazy in his heart:

"What kind of bullshit spontaneously combusts without fire? If this is to be put on hold in modern times, even a five- or six-year-old kid can't fool around, and this old thief is also a joke. Forced, such a little trick and face to take it out, it's really addicted to coaxing, and it's been a hundred years! ”

To make the paper ignite spontaneously, to put it bluntly, it is just to smear some chemicals on the paper with a very low ignition point.

In general, white phosphorus is the most commonly used chemical to make things 'ignite without fire'.

Basically, white phosphorus catches fire at about 40 degrees Celsius in moist air and slightly higher in dry air.

Now that winter is coming to an end, the sun is shining above the sky, and there is a lake outside Gyeongju City, so the air is slightly moist, which is in line with the low ignition point of white phosphorus.

Looking at the yellow paper again, in Zhu Song's opinion, I am afraid that the yellow paper has been specially treated, as the two little novices threw the yellow paper away, the yellow paper was completely dispersed, and the temperature of the white phosphorus coated on it reached the lowest ignition point in an instant under the sunlight.

So whew, the yellow paper really spontaneously combusted without fire, and with the help of the wind, it was burned clean before it landed!

"My Buddha Vajra, please come back!"

It seemed that a lot of Buddha power was consumed and a lot of energy was wasted, so the Yuan Master folded his hands and made a Buddha salute.

"Okay, Master Yuan is really a high monk!"

"We are fortunate to have the opportunity to see the Yuan Master cast spells, it is really a blessing for the three lives!"

"Master Yuan, I am willing to take refuge in my Buddha, and I hope that Master Yuan can be ordained for his disciples!"

The pretentious behavior of the Yuan Shi was taken for granted by this group of ignorant Korean people, and they actually knelt on the ground, crying and shouting that they wanted to take refuge in Buddhism and become a disciple of the Yuan Shi.

"Amitabha, donors, please." With a faint smile on his face, the old monk said, "This time the old man traveled out of the temple, but it was just to raise funds to repair the annex of my Buddha Temple. If you donors want to take the ordination, please go to the Buddha Temple, Yuankong presides over mercy to all sentient beings, mercy to the world, and will definitely accept all donors! ”

Bulguksa Temple, located near Gyeongju, was built in the 8th century and was destroyed during the Imjin War, but was restored and rebuilt during its heyday 200 years later.

Because Bulguksa Temple was built during the Silla period, it can be said to be one of the sacred places of Buddhism in the Joseon Kingdom.

"Master Yuan is vain, I am willing to donate thirty taels of silver."

"I'm willing to donate fifty taels!"

"I donate fifty-five taels ......"

A group of onlookers looked like they were crazy, and took out handfuls of silver from their arms, which they had to hold with both hands and send them to the Yuan Master.

"Crazy, crazy, are these North Koreans crazy?" Looking at these North Koreans, Zhu Song and Zhu Mengcan were all a little speechless, this is even faster than grabbing money!

Seeing that these onlookers all reached out to grab the silver with reverent expressions, the old face of the Yuan Master was full of smiles, and he waved his hand slightly to the few little novices beside him.

A few of the novices immediately pulled out several red boxes, each one a foot long, one foot wide, and one and a half feet high, with two large Korean characters written on them.

"Merit box? Feelings are prepared! Seeing that these little novices had a merit box in their hands, Zhu Song was even more speechless.

"It's a hundred taels!" The first Korean citizen took out a hundred taels of silver from all over his body and put it in the merit box.

Xiao Shami smiled and thanked sincerely: "Thank you for your generosity, and the Buddha will bless you!"

The second Korean citizen was one hundred and ten taels of silver, and the little novice was still repeating Fang Cai's words as before.

These little novices are really shameless, holding the merit boxes one by one, and not letting go of any of the people who came to watch.

It doesn't matter if you were here at the beginning, whether you saw the 'performance' of the Yuan Master, or whether you came here later, just to have a good time.

As long as these little novices come to anyone with a box of merit, they have to donate a little bit of money, whether it is silver or copper plates, more or less, three or four hundred taels for the most, and five or six taels for the less.

Not to mention that these people in Gyeongju City are all rich people, if five taels of silver are left in Daming, it is enough for a family of four for a long time.

Soon, Xiao Shami came to Zhu Song and them with the merit box.

Zhu Youyi, who had been successfully provoked by the Yuan Master and forcibly suppressed a trace of worship in his heart, stretched out his hand to take out ten taels of silver and throw them into the merit box.

At this time, Zhu Song grabbed him, and without saying a word, he forcibly pulled Zhu Youyi and Zhu Mengcan and walked out of the crowd.

The little novice was obviously stunned by Zhu Song's movements, and watched Zhu Song and them walk out of the crowd dumbfounded, and after a while he shouted, "This donor ......"

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" Zhu Song stopped, looked at this delicate little novice and said.

Xiao Shami said solemnly: "Donor, the Yuan Master is working hard here, can't the donor be considerate?"

"Oh, be considerate!" Zhu Song shrugged his shoulders at first, and then his eyes rolled as if he had thought of something funny, and made a classic 'Chi Ling come on' action, and said, "If you have silver, I really don't have it." But I can support you mentally, come on, come on, come on! ”

Burst!

Hearing Zhu Song's words, seeing Zhu Song's arrogant appearance of blinking, raising his arms, half-respecting, and clenching his fists, Zhu Youjiao and several of them suddenly had severe pain in their abdomen, and a feeling of wanting to vomit arose.

This Uncle Song Huang (His Royal Highness King Han) is really a spoof, do you want to be so disgusting?