Chapter 135 Revealing the Mountain Dew

Chen Mengsheng Huo Ran got up and said, "Master. The golden bowl of the town tower you just mentioned was the matter of the monk covering the seven-foot carp back then." I didn't expect that the master said that there was really a golden bowl.

The fat monk's face immediately turned red, and he shouted, "Amitabha. Donor, you heard me wrong. The poor monk did not know that there was a golden bowl covering fish. Donor, please take care of yourself. Amitabha. Amitabha. Wonderful. Wonderful." The big fat monk turned around and was about to leave as he spoke. Chen Mengsheng stopped in front of him with a flicker of his feet.

Chen Mengsheng looked at the brick walls and wooden eaves towers outside the Zen courtyard and said with a smile: "The master monk can't lie to others. This is the temple of Bao'en. But there's a god watching you. Why don't I go to the abbot monk and ask. If you have a golden bowl, you're a liar. Wait for you to escape the sin of hell in the future." Chen Mengsheng raised his leg and was about to go out. Monk Yuanhui dragged Chen Mengsheng's clothes and pulled him in, looked around, and closed the door.

"Amitabha. Amitabha Buddha ....... don't make a mistake if my senior brother knows about this. I can't guarantee that I'm going to think about it again. Donor. Fang Cai is a poor monk who lost his words. There is no golden bowl in this temple. Donor, you better go to your Wushan Ridge. It's hard to walk in the dark and at night." The fat monk just wanted to send Chen Mengsheng away. One sentence of his own almost revealed a big secret.

Chen Mengsheng looked at Monk Yuanhui and was really anxious. Yizheng shouted: "Bold Yuanhui spoke backtracking. I ask you, if there is no golden bowl in the tower, why is the evergreen son engraved on the merit tablet? If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me, go directly to your senior brother Yuan Tong to ask about it." Chen Mengsheng broke off and scared the fat monk. Monk Yuanhui saw that Chen Mengsheng was upright, not like a rooster and a dog thief.

"Amitabha. Donor, you make it difficult for the poor monks. Bao'en Temple has been destroyed several times, and it has been rebuilt in the 40th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty to have today's appearance. However, Emperor Shenzong at that time was mediocre and greedy. He reigned for twenty-eight years without an early dynasty. However, they stripped the skin of the people and sucked the marrows, causing natural disasters and landslides, and rivers were exhausted. Under the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people, the water of Taihu Lake burst the embankment. The people of Suzhou are about to be swallowed up by the flood. There are high monks who have been transformed by the relics of the Buddha on the top of the tower of Bao'en Temple with a golden bowl into the water. I saw that a huge fish bigger than a man was sucked into the golden bowl. The flood in Suzhou City immediately receded. And the golden bowl was contained at the bottom of the tower." The big fat monk hesitated for a long time before saying.

Chen Mengsheng thought for a while and said, "I don't believe it. I won't believe it until you can take me to see the golden bowl."

"Amitabha. Amitabha. Sins and sins. The golden bowl buried under the tower is the Buddha who came to save people. Don't talk nonsense." Monk Yuanhui folded his hands and closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name.

Chen Mengsheng waved his hand and said, "That's good. I believe you again. What's going on with that evergreen man?"

Monk Yuanhui sighed and said, "Amitabha. That evergreen child is just a few years old. At first, I often came to the temple to give alms. The senior brother will engrave his merit tablet when he has a good heart. But since last year, this person proposed to inject money into the renovation of Bao'en Temple. After being seen through by the senior brother, he never came back again."

Chen Mengsheng nodded and said, "It seems that your senior brother is smarter than you. If he is allowed to renovate the Bao'en Temple, it will inevitably be a catastrophe."

Monk Yuanhui listened to Chen Mengsheng's words and asked in surprise: "Amitabha. Who is the benefactor?"

"Huh. The Buddha said that you can't say it. Master rest early. I'll go too." Chen Mengsheng is determined to tease this money-hungry monk. Silently chanting in his mouth, Ling disappeared with a virtual step. Monk Yuanhui's frightened face was like earth, and he thought that the Bodhisattva had descended to earth. Covering his mouth, he was afraid that he would collide with his words, and the Bodhisattva was so frightened that he shrank his neck and shut up.

Chen Mengsheng walked out of the Zen Monastery and went straight to the North Tower. After passing through the Bronze Buddha Hall and the Scripture Pavilion, you will arrive at the bottom of the North Tower. The tower of more than 70 meters stands majestically. Chen Mengsheng originally thought of a trick to trick the five ghosts and use the handling ** to probe the bottom of the tower. But I thought that the master said that he should avoid the sky and act on it. Cast a dream ** to the bottom of the tower for a while. Ten zhang under the tower, it is really the golden light of Buddhism. In the golden light, it was hard to see what was entrenched in it......

"Amitabha. The donor visited the temple late at night and didn't know what to do. The old man is polite." Chen Mengsheng was shaken by a burst of Buddhism. I turned around and saw a skinny old monk standing at the door of the bronze Buddha hall with an object in his hand. The old monk's eyes were blazing. Chen Mengsheng hurriedly accepted his divine sense, stepped forward and bowed to the old monk.

Chen Mengsheng didn't expect that his actions were already in the eyes of the old monk. After finishing his work, he said respectfully: "It is the nameless disciple who has abruptly discovered the noble treasure land. Please don't blame the master."

The old monk smiled and said, "It turns out that there are really immortals and masters in the world. I don't know what the immortals are doing here. Amitabha. Yuan Tong has seen the immortals."

Chen Mengsheng gasped and said, "Master Yuantong. How do you know that I am a master?"

"Hahaha. Immortals, please move and speak." The old monk ignored Chen Mengsheng and turned around and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Chen Mengsheng felt strange and followed the old monk into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Monk Yuantong pointed to the futon and said, "Amitabha. Don't be surprised. He has been here for 50 years. It's just that a few decades ago, I suddenly found that there were high-ranking people coming to the vicinity of Bao'en Temple. Thanks to your guidance a few times, the beast under the tower was restrained. The old man finally got a glimpse of the true face of the immortal master today. Amitabha. Good, good, good."

"Ahh You're telling the truth. I haven't even figured out how to contain the monster. You are a mere mortal who is so capable. Master, you don't have to talk about it. It's not a small sin for a monk to talk about it." Chen Mengsheng frowned and looked at the old monk Yuantong. This surprised Chen Mengsheng even more than discovering the goblin.

Monk Yuantong smiled: "Don't be angry. Lao Qu has a lifelong hobby of playing chess, conceited, and no one in the world has an opponent. So in the Scripture Pavilion, he set up a chess game for himself to break it. More than 20 years ago, the old man was troubled by his own chess game. It's always impossible to break the game. Later, the old man pondered day and night in the scripture pavilion. It wasn't until one day that there was a stone throwing outside the window that the game was broken. Amitabha. The immortals, please come over and see if it's true or not."

Chen Mengsheng knows that the master is also a person who regards chess as his life. Get up and walk to the table in the Scripture Pavilion and look at it. On the chessboard, black and white rely on each other and fight each other to form a game, which is born on one side. Died on one side. This kind of chess game is the most brain-draining. Often, one step is a complete loss. In the left corner of the chess game, it seems that the white piece has made the black son become a dragon slayer. However, a white pebble is embedded in the chessboard, and the sunspot is at an impasse. If you want to break the white, you have to give up the middle. If you don't break the child, you will fight back when the white son becomes a trend......

Chen Mengsheng was impressed. Except for the master, no one will be bored enough to break the game with the Daomen Gaoxuan method that falls through the air. Chen Mengsheng smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's a way to break the game. But I don't know how the master saw my identity."

Monk Yuantong laughed and said, "Amitabha. After the old chess game was broken, he knew that he had met a master. In a few days, ten endgames were set up, all of which were broken by the masters. The old man's competitive heart was aroused, so he stayed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and waited for the high-ranking people to come. After a long time, the old man found something. Whenever the master comes, the monster under the tower will come out and make a fool......"

"Wait. Does the master have the ability to subdue the monsters under the tower?" Chen Mengsheng was confused by the monk. What's wrong with yourself. It is not as good as the ability of the monk Yuantong.

Seeing that Chen Mengsheng was puzzled, Yuan Tong took out a piece of ink jade from his waist and put it on the table, saying, "Have you ever seen this thing?"

"Uh...... This is the Three Realms Stone in the Yin Division. What do you get." Chen Mengsheng suddenly understood that Monk Yuantong could see through the original body of the Three Realms of Humans, Gods and Demons, and there was a white light on the head of the immortal. The goblins have a dark air, and mortals have not changed. However, the Three Realms Stone can only see through the original form, but it can't subdue demons.

Monk Yuantong chuckled: "I'm ashamed to say that although I am the presiding officer of a temple, I never know what this is. It was only when I met a master that I saw the extraordinaryness of this thing. This event was a token worn by the abbots of the past generations. Every time the monster at the bottom of the tower moves, the Three Realms Stone will emerge with black qi, and the old man will lead the monks to chant and suppress it. And when a tall person appears, this thing will be as bright as a stone."

Chen Mengsheng had an epiphany: "I see. The master found my master's residence with the Three Realms Stone."

"Amitabha. How dare you? People are always curious. There is no exception. The old man has visited the residence of the master many times. But I didn't have the chance to meet the masters. But in the residence of the master, I happened to see the thing in your arms on the bed. The Three Realms Stone is not an ordinary thing, so the old man can guess the identity of the master. The judge's pen and death book will not leak out." Yuan Tong folded his hands and saluted.

Chen Mengsheng touched the judge's pen in his clothes and suddenly realized: "Since the master sees it so thoroughly, then I won't say anything. What does Master Changqingzi of Wu Shanling think of his people?"

"Amitabha. Monks should not lie. Why don't you observe it yourself?" Monk Yuantong is not as impetuous as his junior brother. The old monk passed the question back on. The word in Buddhism is to let people feel it for themselves. Rather than listening to the prejudice of others.

Chen Mengsheng said: "I keep the master's teachings in mind. It's just that if the demons under the tower are not eliminated, it will eventually be a disaster. Since the master can have the art of demon control, why don't you continue to take this root."

"Amitabha. Buddhism is compassionate. That monster was originally transformed by the resentment of the people. It is not proper to destroy it. It is better to let him be touched by the Dharma every day in the morning bell and dusk drum. Wouldn't it be better to resolve the grievances on your own?" Monk Yuantong's words made Chen Mengsheng stunned. I don't know if the great monk is extremely smart or stupid.

"Master. What if that monster reappears in a hundred years? The master is kind, but it is difficult to protect the fairy influence." Chen Mengsheng said urgently.

Monk Yuantong nodded and said, "Master, look at what this is." The old monk pointed to a painting behind Chen Mengsheng and said.

Chen Mengsheng looked back and saw an ink drawing on the wall. From a distance, it's a big cloud of inky black. It's hard to see what kind of name it is up close. Awkwardly, he asked, "What does the master mean by this?"

"Amitabha. Masters, please look at it and you will understand. The old man will not disturb the enlightenment of the high people." Monk Yuantong paced out of the Scripture Pavilion as he spoke......

Chen Mengsheng meditated cross-legged as Monk Yuantong said. Observe the picture on the wall with your heart, and in a trance, there is a faint golden light in the picture on the wall......