After Fazen finished speaking, he bowed with one hand and turned to leave.

The third uncle looked at Fazen's back and muttered, "This Fazen, can't you understand my question?" Why does it look like a god is babbling? ”

I smiled and said, "It's okay to stay for a few days in this place where birds don't." How many years do you want to live? If you look at this monastery, I guess he doesn't even have anyone to talk to, so it's good to be able to talk to us normally. ”

The third uncle thought about it, sneered, and said that it was the same thing. The ancestor he is talking about must be Muren Yang, right?

I looked at the cave, and hesitated, according to this, this wooden man Yang is still alive? So this age can be entered into the Guinness Book of Records, right?

Anyway, when you get here, you have to go in and have a look.

My third uncle and I walked into the cave step by step.

There was moonlight outside, and when I entered the cave, it was pitch black.

The third uncle began to complain about that Fazen again, and he didn't know how to leave the lantern.

I looked inside, pointed inside, and said, "Third uncle, look, there seems to be light coming through there." ”

In the depths of the cave, there is a dim light, one bright and one dim, and at first glance it is the light of candles or oil lamps.

The third uncle nodded, and led me tentatively to the depths of the cave.

There are many stalactites in this cave, and I don't know where the sound of ticking water can be heard.

We found the place where the light came from, and found that the cave had reached this place, and it had sunk into the right-hand side, forming a natural hole.

The candlelight came out of the hole.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a man sitting in the middle of the hole, with his back to us. The light reflected on his bald head, reflecting the light. Obviously, this man is also a monk.

I was shocked when I saw it. But look at the monk sitting there silently, motionless, like a wooden clay sculpture.

Around the hole, there were four oil lamps, but the light was not enough, and it was better than nothing.

So I'm also skeptical that the monk can't be a Buddha statue, right?

With curiosity, we walked around the monk's side and went directly to the front of the monk.

When I saw the monk's face, I almost screamed.

That face was exactly the same as a dried corpse, with a dry face, tightly bound to the face, highlighting the contours of the entire face, just like a skeleton. The difference is that this face still has a cheek.

Seeing that his figure was also extremely thin, it seemed that the monk's robe was extremely fat.

From the moment we saw him, he didn't make any movements, he didn't make any sound.

The third uncle couldn't help but scold: "This Fazen can really deceive people, where is there any ancestor here, it is clearly a dried corpse." I'll have to settle accounts with him......"

The third uncle said, turning around to leave.

As a result, at this moment, a voice suddenly came out: "Two donors, you are finally here......"

"Huh?" The third uncle and I were startled at the same time, and I could see clearly that this was not said by the dry corpse, because his mouth didn't move at all.

So, we looked around. No

Know who else is nearby.

But there are only bare stone walls around, where is there still half a human figure?

The third uncle asked, "Who?" Who's talking? ”

"Didn't you come to find the old monk? Is there anyone else in this cave? ”

The voice came again, very eerie. But listening to the meaning of this, it seems to be what the dried corpse monk in front of him said. But he didn't even move his mouth, how did he speak?

I tentatively asked the cadre, "...... you Still alive? ”

"Life and death are a reincarnation, whether you live or die, it doesn't matter to the old monk."

"I see." The third uncle suddenly said: "This is the ventriloquist used. It seems that you are the patriarch of this temple of repentance? ”

"Dao Ye has good eyesight, and the old monk is from this repentance temple."

This was even more unexpected. The old monk's eyes were closed, and he could see that the third uncle was a Taoist priest. Could it be that he has cultivated to a certain level, where he can see with his eyes closed and speak with his mouth closed?

I couldn't help but become interested in this old monk, and asked, "Dare to ask the old patriarch, is it the wooden man Yang of the year, Yang Shuzhi?" ”

The old monk replied, "The old monk's Dharma name is Jueming. Yang Shuzhi is already dead. ”

I was stunned, it turned out that he was not Muren Yang?

The third uncle reminded me in a low voice: "What he means is that Yang Shuzhi is just a layman's name, and when he became a monk, he was already dead." He is Muren Yang. ”

It turned out that this was the case, and it dawned on me. It seems that we really didn't come in vain this time, and we actually saw Muren Yang. It's just that I never expected it to be in such a way.

"Old Ancestor, you mean you've been waiting for us? Can you come with us and meet someone? The third uncle asked.

"The old monk has been facing the wall for a hundred years, sincerely repenting, and will not leave here for half a step."

The third uncle took out the green wooden figurines and stood on the ground in front of Jueming. This should be the hand of realization, and he should be familiar with it.

The third uncle asked, "Someone has been thinking about you and refuses to let go......"

"She asked you to come, didn't she? So, you've seen her, and she still hasn't been able to forgive me. ”

The old monk's voice didn't sound like any ups and downs, and his mood didn't change in any way because he saw the wooden figurines.

"Old Ancestor, since this is the case, why don't you go with us to meet her, wouldn't it be better to untie this knot in person? You also said that after waiting here for a hundred years, aren't you looking for this opportunity? ”

"I'm not waiting for you, I'm waiting for my deliverance. Let's go, Dharma Zen knows what to do. ”

After Jue Ming finished speaking, no matter how much we said, we would not utter any words. There was no sound, and the old monk in front of him became a dried corpse again.

The third uncle shook his head, put away the wooden figurines, glanced at Jueming, and led me out of the cave.

As soon as we walked out of the cave, we saw Dharma Zen standing outside with a lantern.

Seeing that we had come out, Fazen nodded and said, "Thank you, two donors, please come with me to the meditation room to rest." ”

This Dharma Zen has been inexplicable, and as soon as we came out, he didn't come to thank him.

The third uncle grabbed Fazen's robe

, asked: "Monk, let me ask you, that old monk is really your ancestor?" ”

Fa Chan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Ani Buddha Buddha, don't blaspheme the patriarch and don't blaspheme the patriarch." ”

The third uncle disagreed: "Are you kidding? You Buddhists are really boring. ”

Dharma Zen took us to the meditation room, arranged for us to rest, and said that he would come back to us tomorrow.

We had no choice but to be hospitable.

(End of chapter)

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