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There is a temple in the south of Beizhuang County, and the incense is not bad. The presiding priest in the temple is named Jiujie, and the believers call him the Jiujie Zen Master.

Before Xie Hong attracted the attention of the people, the Jiujie monk was doing very well. But since Xie Hong came to the fore, the Jiujie monk has been very depressed, without him, because of the rumors that the star monarch went down to earth has hurt him so much.

The believers all went to the stall of fortune teller Chen Guanyu, and the sesame oil money naturally became fortune telling money. In that period, the monk Jiujie lived a hard life, saving money and frugality, and he felt sad when he thought about it at this time.

Fortunately, the plague god surnamed Xie left suddenly, and it was a month to go. Fortunately, when this person is gone, the rumors will naturally disappear, and the incense in the temple will return to its previous scale, or it will be more prosperous than before.

The reason why it was more prosperous in the past was because of Master Gu's act of collecting Buddha treasures, so that the monk of Jiujie had another income for consultation, and many people came to ask him where he had Buddha treasures, and the monk casually recited the allusions in the scriptures, and a lot of sesame oil money was added to the temple.

Today's people are really pious, the monk of Jiujie sighed very much, thinking about the time when the monk became a monk......

Thinking of seeing Mr. Chen's crying face yesterday, the door was full of birds, and the Jiujie Zen Master was proud in his heart. Hmph, what star monarch descends to earth, what purple micro magic, where can it compare to my Buddha's compassion, and the mana is boundless. The kid surnamed Xie had better not come back for the rest of his life, let your fortune teller drink the northwest wind.

Thinking of the place of pride, the monk standing at the door to greet the guests was full of smiles, like Maitreya Buddha, of course, if Xie Hong saw it, he would feel more like a beckoning cat.

It's just that it's already August, and it's autumn, and it's the time of farming. After standing for most of the morning, the Jiujie monk did not welcome anyone, which made him very frustrated.

He looked at both ends of the street, hoping that someone would come, and he didn't know if the Buddha had really blessed him, but he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the direction of the south gate. The monk was overjoyed, the Buddha appeared, and a carriage came, which family would be the relatives of a big family to incense, the monk was very longing.

After a while, the sound of the horse's hooves became clearer, but it was ......

Walking in front of the carriage was a big black man, this man was extremely burly, and the horse in the carriage was already a tall horse, but compared to this big black man, it was like a little donkey. The monk was taken aback, and said in his heart:

"Isn't this that Zhang Erniu? Legend has it that he single-handedly defeated more than 100 people, and this man ...... It's impossible to incense. I heard that he walked with that Xie Zhushu, could it be that the Xie family was in the carriage, Amitabha, good, good, why did this calamity come back again. ”

"Monk Wuna, where is the well in the temple? rushed to Xuanfu from Henan, I was tired to death, and I gave saliva to drink. ”

When Jiujie saw Zhang Erniu, he wanted to shrink into the temple, but before he could move, Erniu was already yelling. The monk didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly pointed to the backyard and said, "The well is in the backyard, Master Zhang, please take it yourself." ”

"Well, the monk's heart is really good. The tired monk helped me look at the carriage again, this coachman was hired from other places, and there was a treasure in the car, so I was not very relieved. If you can't stand it, turn around and demolish your broken temple. "What I said earlier was quite polite, but my surname was still revealed in the back.

Jiujie shrank his head in fright, and promised in a loud voice: "The donor just goes, the poor monk is here to guard, and he will be fine." ”

Seeing that Erniu turned the corner, the monk breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his mouth: "Bodhisattva bless, let this murderer leave as soon as possible after drinking water, but don't mess around in the temple, the small temple can't help this reckless man tossing, Amitabha." ”

After a while, seeing that there was no movement in the temple, Jiujie put his mind at ease, became curious again, and looked at the carriage. In front of the carriage sat a coachman with a hat on his head, pressed so low that he could not see his face clearly. There was a wisp of tulle hanging from the window, which looked like a car for the ladies of a large family, but there was no sound inside, and there should be no one.

The monk was probing his head when a gust of wind suddenly appeared, and the wind lifted the light veil on the car window, bringing a burst of coolness.

Suddenly, Jiujie suddenly heard the sound of a wooden fish from nowhere. He was very curious in his heart, it had been a long time since the morning class ended, where did the monk knock on the wooden fish? Could it be that the little guys in the temple suddenly became diligent, or is it wrong, this is obviously the sound of many wooden fish banging at the same time.

Jiujie turned around in place a few times, and when he listened carefully, he was surprised to find that the sound of the wooden fish was clearly coming from the carriage. "It's impossible, there shouldn't be anyone in the carriage, and even if there are people, it's impossible to ring so many wooden fish at the same time. Is it ......?"

The monk remembered what Er Niu had just said, baby? Could it be that the reckless man is telling the truth? This thought lingered again, Jiujie felt like there were a hundred little mice catching it in his heart, and he wanted to take a look at it with a probe.

After a few more turns on the ground, the monk looked at the coachman in front of the car, and saw that the man had his head down, as if he was napping. He finally made up his mind, quietly walked to the window, and looked inside the car.

"It's ...... Pagoda? "If it is said that Buddhism has the most important thing, it is nothing more than the pagoda, the Buddhist proverb also says: saving a life is better than building a seven-level floating slaughter, and the floating slaughter is a pagoda. Jiujie never expected that the baby that Erniu said turned out to be a pagoda.

The light in the carriage is a little dim, Jiujie doesn't look very carefully, but you can see that this tower is very large, more than half a person high, if this pagoda is a treasure, the monk also believes it.

It's just that where did the sound of the wooden fish just come from? Could it be that there are monks in the pagoda? Jiujie was very puzzled, although he was a monk, but he didn't believe in this nonsense, he touched his bald head, and began to wonder if there was something wrong with his ears.

At this time, the autumn wind rose again, and the light veil on the window swept over the monk's bald head, not taking away a single piece of dust. However, the monk sat down on the ground. Because......

The sound of the wooden fish sounded again, and I could only hear 'Boom!' Boom! The sound became one, and the source of the sound was the stupa in the carriage. The monk's surprise is not trivial, is there someone in the tower?

Impossible, he quickly denied his idea, so many wooden fish, even if there is a person hidden in it, there are not so many hands? Again......

The monk noticed that the wind had stopped and the sound had disappeared.

Is it really a treasure? The monk was excited, and when the wind blew, he could knock on the pagoda of the wooden fish by himself...... O Buddha Treasure!

"This ...... What is it that is so wonderful? The monk's voice trembled, but there was no one around, and naturally no one answered him.

No, there was another person, the monk didn't notice, the coachman in front of the car raised his head slightly.

Under the hat, there was a delicate face, I saw the corners of his mouth raised, showing a smile, and replied to the monk in an inaudible voice: "This is the second work of my brother after coming to the Ming Dynasty: Qibao Linglong Pagoda." ”