"Om, Ah Mo Roll, Wai Rou Kana..."

Reading a sentence on his mouth, Zen Master Moyun picked up the pen and wrote, and wrote a line of Sanskrit on Wang Xu's back.

"Mohe, Musara, Mani, Bonamor, Raja..."

Zen Master Moyun wrote faster and faster, and the words in his mouth were even more numerous, unless the gold paint ran out to dip the pen, there was no pause at all.

Wang Xu sat on the chair, with his back naked, listening to the old monk talking to himself.

The old monk sang Sanskrit, and he couldn't understand a word, but he could feel the vastness and solemnity of this scripture from the tone and artistic conception.

Pieces of Sanskrit the size of a fingernail were neatly written on Wang Xu's back, and with each stroke, a warm current rose from the bottom of his heart.

Ten minutes later, the last stroke of Zen Master Moyun fell, and the entire scripture suddenly flashed with bursts of golden light, and it flickered nine times in a row before it loomed.

"Whew!" Wang Xu opened his mouth and spit out, and a black gas was swallowed out.

The black gas hit the mandala flower next to the chair, and the flower corroded and withered in an instant, as if someone had poured sulfuric acid.

"Master, the medicated bath is ready." Wenfa trotted in and said respectfully.

Zen Master Moyun nodded slightly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and waved his hand weakly: "Take this benefactor to take a medicinal bath." ”

Wang Xu got up from his chair and looked at Zen Master Moyun's appearance.

Zen Master Moyun didn't seem to be writing behind his back, but like he had done a hard day's work, not only his face was pale, his lips were blue, and even his hands were shaking.

"Thank you, Master." Seeing the over-consumption of Zen Master Moyun, Wang Xu clasped his hands together and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Zen Master Moyun shook his head lightly and whispered: "Today's cause, his daily fruit, the poor monk's Dharma in this life is insufficient, not enough to achieve the Arhat fruit position, and can only look forward to the next life." At the first sight of you, even if the poor monk is destined for you and me, my calamity and opportunity should be on you. ”

"Calamity, chance?" Wang Xu frowned slightly, unable to understand what Zen Master Moyun wanted to say.

"You'll know when the time comes." Zen Master Moyun closed his eyes and rested, not saying anything.

Wang Xu wanted to speak and stopped, suppressed the doubt in his heart, and followed Wenfa out of the abbot's room and came to the courtyard outside.

In the courtyard, the night was already dark, and a large vat was placed not far away, steaming inside.

Wen Fa, a monk in his twenties, first saluted Wang Xu before saying, "Donor, the medicinal bath is ready, you better hurry down." ”

"Did your master tell you about the calamity?" Wang Xu turned over and jumped into the vat and asked at Wenfa.

Hearing the Dharma, he looked at his nose, nose, mouth, mouth, and heart, and replied: "The master once said that he did too much evil in his previous life, and although he did good deeds and accumulated virtue in this life, it was not enough to offset the eleventh. ”

"Fate, look at three lives!" Wang Xu was shocked in his heart, Buddhism has all kinds of magical powers, among which fate can see through the cycle of life and death.

Unexpectedly, the Zen master Moyun, who is inconspicuous and does not leak, actually cultivated the fateful pass.

You must know that people who have cultivated the path of fate can be called living Buddhas in the world, because they can foresee past lives and future lives, and even before they pass away, they can tell their disciples in advance where to find their reincarnation.

Among the six divine powers of Buddhism, the fateful pass is second only to the leaky pass.

These people use reincarnation to prove their own Buddhism, and once they attain enlightenment, coupled with the previous accumulation, the best of them can even cross the Arhat position and directly attain the Bodhisattva position.

For Wang Xu's surprise, the monk who heard the law smiled and said nothing, for these people, being able to listen to the lecture by the side of Zen Master Moyun is also a kind of chance.

In the future, if Zen Master Moyun attains the bodhisattva position, he may not be able to lead them out of the sea of suffering, and from then on the wonderful method will face the west and hide in the Pure Land of Bliss.

"Donor, it's getting late today, I'll come to see you early tomorrow morning." Wenfa bowed his head and left, and in the empty courtyard, only the sound of Wang Xu and frogs was left.

Wang Xu lay in the vat, just like coming to a bathhouse, rubbing here, rubbing there, and passing the time with nothing to do.

Time passed minute by minute, the lights gradually went out, the frogs chirped away, and the moon went and the day came and went.

The sky was bright, Wang Xu woke up from the vat, tilted his head to look at the wound on his shoulder, and found that the wound was ruddy, and there was no trace of injury in sight.

"My Golden Buddha Holding Jade Gong, which integrates the method of hard qigong, has a miraculous effect on repairing injuries, without the hindrance of corpse poison, this injury is a drizzle for me." Wang Xu crawled out of the vat, and the true qi on his body wandered for a week, and the wet clothes were immediately dried.

From the space ring, he took out another coat and put it on, Wang Xu glanced at the meditation room with the door closed, and started boxing in the courtyard.

A set of Xingyi Quan practiced, moved the muscles and bones, and the east also rose brightly.

I don't know if I was woken up by Wang Xu's punching, or if Zen Master Moyun usually got up very early, almost as the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, the door of the meditation room also opened.

"Amitabha, when I saw the donor's life, the poor monk was relieved."

Zen Master Moyun changed into a hundred clothes again, resumed his poor dress, and greeted Wang Xu with a smile.

Wang Xu retracted his fist and stood up, a white mist spit out from his mouth, cutting off a dead branch three steps away, and then he spoke: "Master, where is your robe and Zen staff?" ”

"The poor monk wants to go outside today to make a fortune, and he doesn't need a robe and a Zen staff." Zen Master Moyun's face was full of compassion, and he didn't blush at all.

Wang Xu shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Master, you are wearing a treasure robe and holding a golden Zen staff, you are afraid that you will not be able to turn into a fate, right?" ”

"Good, good." Zen Master Moyun smiled but did not speak, everything was silent.

The fact is also true, how can a beggar who drives a Mercedes-Benz and uses an Apple mobile phone ask for money from passers-by.

It doesn't matter if you eat seafood last night or sleep in the club, as soon as you take up your post, you will immediately be a monk with no long things.

Like that, taking a salary of two or three thousand and rewarding an anchor with a monthly income of one million does not exist in a monk, after all, a monk is not the Oiran of the Qinglou, but he is not so sought after.

In Wang Xu's view, the real master of fate should be the modern anchor and the ancient Qinglou Oiran.

With a smile and a smile, they can attract the pursuit of countless wild bees and butterflies, and they can sleep with male fans if they have nothing to do, how comfortable this little life is.

"Donor, I wrote you a prescription, you go back to torment and drink a few pairs, and the corpse poison should be completely solved in three or five days." Zen Master Moyun took out a prescription from his sleeve and advised: "You must drink it, you seem to be healed now, but in fact, there is still residual poison that has not been cleared, and it is not a cure." ”

Wang Xu took the prescription, he definitely wouldn't joke with his body, nodded and said: "Thank you master, I will ask Jinyiwei to send a thousand taels of gold to the master when I go back, and also express my heart for the soup kitchen." ”

"No, you and I have another fate, if you give me money, this fate will be broken, which is not good for you and me." Zen Master Moyun stopped at the point, and the high hanging Buddha walked past Wang Xu: "Nan Wu Shakyamuni Buddha..."

Looking at Moyun Zen Master's chattering appearance, Wang Xu wanted to punch him twice in the face.

Everyone is a big-tailed wolf, what kind of husky are you pretending, are you pretending to be like?

Not to mention, it's really quite similar, Wang Xu touched his chin, if he didn't know that monks were all this routine, he would almost believe it.

"The old monk has cultivated a fateful pass, he can see the cycle of life and death, his own fate, it's not a good thing to be involved with him, it seems that everyone will not turn around, and don't contact him again in the future."

Wang Xu glanced at the direction in which Zen Master Moyun disappeared, and a leap rose into the sky, disappearing under the rays of the morning sun.