Chapter 57 The Laughing Buddha Statue

The fat man glanced at the monk in front of him, and then at me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info whispered, "This fucking name is too good, isn't it?" That fat man, my law name is still ......"

"Guest, Buddha Gate Pure Land, please pay attention to your manners." The monk said suddenly.

The fat man and I were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and immediately understood. Earlier, the monk also heard the fat man and me whispering. I thought he was eavesdropping. Now it seems that his hearing is particularly good.

"Master," I said, "Excuse me, Master, I want to ask." It's the same one you said you were here decades ago...... Guest. ”

The monk thought for a moment and said, "That guest came fifty years ago. At that time, the poor monk had not yet been born, and she was received by the master. ”

When I heard the word "she", I was thrilled and hurriedly asked, "Then may I ask the master, is the guest who came at that time a man or a woman?" ”

The monk was just about to speak, when another monk suddenly appeared outside the door. It's just that he's much older than that. It looks like there must be eight. And he also wore a different monk's robe from this one. It looks like the rank in this temple is much higher than that.

"The master." The monk bowed to the old monk at the door.

The monk nodded slightly and walked into the room. He looked at me and the fat man, and then at the fat man's legs. He said, "Come with me, this guest." Then he turned and walked out.

The fat man looked at me, meaning if I wanted to follow.

I nodded, and said yes. People are going to help you treat your legs.

The fat man saw me nodding and followed.

The fat man and I followed the monk to another side room. However, I noticed that the monk did not follow, and seemed to have gone to do something. After entering the side room, the monk took out a small blue and white porcelain bottle from the cabinet and said, "This is Shaolin Tiger Bone Intermittent Cream, which guests can use to heal their injuries." ”

The fat man and I said "ah" at the same time.

Holy, intermittent ointment? Or is it a tiger bone? And it's still Shaolin? That's fucking unreal, isn't it?

The fat man took the little porcelain vase and untied the wooden stick that was tied to his calf. Then when it comes to the point, wipe it off the leg on the hand.

After wiping it for a while, the fat man suddenly cried out with an "oops". I was shocked, and my heart said that I rely on it, it can't be a fake drug, right? I just wanted to ask the fat man if he was okay, but I saw that the fat man suddenly stood up.

Immediately after that, I saw the fat man stumble on the spot a few times. It doesn't look like someone who has broken their lower leg at all.

The fat man jumped a few times and stretched his legs again. After feeling that there was no problem, he suddenly knelt down in front of the monk. The expression on the fat man's face can be described as tears in his eyes. It's as if your child finally stopped wetting the bed at night.

I stood to the side in a daze, watching the fat man kneel in front of the monk, and I was about to kowtow to him. I saw the monk bend down and hold the fat man's hand with both hands and help him up. "Guests don't have to be like this. My Buddha is compassionate, and when I see sentient beings suffering, I naturally try my best to save them. You don't have to thank me. If you want to thank each other in good faith, please go to the Buddha and make three incense notes. With that, the monk turned around and went out.

The fat man watched the monk disappear at the door in a daze, and the small porcelain bottle in his hand suddenly slipped from his hand, and fell to the ground with a "pop" and shattered.

"Let's go, let's go and offer incense to the Buddha." The fat man said.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said I damn it, isn't it? An hour ago, you were fucking thinking about selling the Buddha. Now it's so religious? It's not like the fat guy I knew.

The fat man didn't pay attention to what I was thinking, and went out on his own.

As soon as I saw it, I quickly followed.

I followed the fat man to the main hall, and I was about to go in. only to find that the fat man was standing at the door and stopped, looking inside in a daze. I don't know what I'm thinking.

"What's the matter, you have to brew your emotions before you enter the door, and make yourself religious?" I laughed. Then he staggered and prepared to go in first.

You can stagger the fat man, and I haven't even stepped in. I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

Two pitch-black coffins were placed in front of the Buddha.

The lid of the coffin was on one side, and the inside was empty.

I'm in a cold war. I immediately thought that these three monks should not be zongzi, right? But when you think about it, it doesn't seem right. How can these three monks have only two coffins? And we didn't see a coffin here when we came in just now. After putting two coffins in such a short time, I haven't heard a sound yet. That's weird, isn't it?

I was still thinking about it, and suddenly the fat man walked in with his feet up.

The fat man didn't look at the two coffins, but walked straight to the Buddha statue, took a handful of incense from the altar, counted nine and held it in his hand, and then lit it. Then the fat man lifted the three sticks of incense to the top of his head and bowed three times to the Buddha statue. Finally, it is inserted into the incense burner in front of him.

Honestly. From the first time I entered this main hall, I sensed that something was wrong. It's a particularly wonderful feeling. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but the feeling of being out of place with my surroundings was very strong. It wasn't until the fat man put the incense on the incense burner that I suddenly came to my senses.

The top of this incense burner is too clean. In addition to the ash used for incense, there is not even a single incense stalk in it. Although this temple is only me, the fat man and Lan have been here. But aren't there three monks living in it? Don't they, as monks, need to incense the Buddha statues?

After the incense was applied, the fat man took a few steps back with a blank face, and came to the side of one of the two coffins. Then I looked inside. Said a sentence that makes me feel creepy when I think about it to this day.

"These two coffins are for us, don't you find that it is a perfect size for us?"

I was hairy. The whole body trembled, and a chill exploded directly from head to toe in every pore of the body.

"Fat ...... Fatty, what the fuck are you talking about? I asked, trembling. As I spoke, I looked at the Buddha statue behind me, and I wanted to say that the Buddha was sitting here, so you should be more reliable. But I didn't expect to see the corners of the Buddha's originally flat mouth, but at this time, it was slightly curved upward.

The Buddha statue actually smiled!

I. Exercise! I was a spirit, and instinctively pulled out the big white dog leg on my waist to protect my chest.

And at this time, the fat man slowly walked into the coffin, then sat down, and finally lay down.

"I'm going to sleep." The fat man said, "Help me close the lid." ”

(Originally, there was no such paragraph, but I suddenly had such a dream when I went to bed last night.) It's just a temporary drama for the fat man and me) (to be continued.) )