Little Shami shouted, "Abbot save me!"

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and chanted, "Amitabha!"

The old monk turned his head to look at Feng'er and Du Ling, and said:

"This is the pure land of Buddhism, I don't know why the two donors have a dispute with the little monks?"

Du Ling said: "You old monk don't pretend that you don't know what to do, maybe you instructed it!

The old monk folded his hands and said a few words in a row: "Amitabha! Sin, sin ......."

Feng'er looked at Du Ling and said:

"Du Ling, don't be rude!"

He stepped forward and said to the old monk:

"Master, you are the abbot of this temple? Didn't Wuchen say that you went to Yunyou?"

The old monk said something about Amitabha.

"Lao Wei is the presiding officer of this Fuyun Temple, and the law is called dust. The Wuchen that the donor said was the apprentice of the old man. I don't know what kind of legal principles and sins that evil obstacle has hurt!"

The wind is like this, and this is like this, and he told the old monk what happened from yesterday evening to now.

After hearing this, the old monk folded his hands and said:

"Amitabha! Wealth is in people, people are reluctant, for example, the blade has honey, less than the beauty of a meal, children lick it, there is the problem of cutting the tongue. Sin, sin ......"

Feng'er asked, "Since the master is the host, why is he not in the main hall, but hiding under this pagoda?"

The old monk sighed and said:

"The donor doesn't know that my criminal has six impure roots, and often steals the money of the temple's incense, and goes out to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. The old man taught him many times, and he relied on the seven monks in the monastery, four of whom had benefited him, and openly and secretly opposed the old man. What's more, he stayed with the folk women, and committed a taboo of lust, so the old man wanted to remove him from the monkhood. A few days ago, a layman came to a layman, called Lu Aqi, who said that he was his cousin, and this evil obstacle obeyed him. Lu Aqi also recruited a few laymen, who gambled on wine and meat every day, and made a Buddhist door into a miasma. The old man reprimanded them, not wanting that the evil obstacle to instruct a few monks and laymen to imprison the old man in the secret room of this tower. What a sin!"

After listening to the old monk, Feng'er said:

"Master don't have to be sad, that Wuchen has committed a murder now, and he is already in a catastrophe. The master will go out with us now, and the whole temple still needs you to preside over the affairs. ”

The old monk did not shirk either, and said with his palms together:

"Amitabha! According to the benefactor's wishes, the old man went to deal with the temple affairs. The donor removes dust for the Buddha, and the merit is immeasurable!"

Xiao Shami supported the old monk and followed Feng'er and Du Ling out of the pagoda.

By this time it was already dark.

Du Ling said to Feng'er:

"Brother Feng'er, let's go over and see if the big monk went to Zhou Cui'er's wing. ”

The old monk's face was full of confusion and asked:

"What do you mean by this?"

Feng'er told him about Wuchen and Zhou Cuier again.

"Amitabha! There is such a thing? The old man has neglected to overlook, and he is guilty of a great sin!"

Feng'er said: "Master, wait a minute, Xiaohuazi will come when she goes." ”

Feng'er and Du Ling walked to Zhou Cui'er's door, and Du Ling stepped forward and knocked on the door.

There was no movement.

Du Ling pushed the door and just wanted to go in, when suddenly he screamed "ah".

Feng'er thought that Du Ling had been ambushed, so she stepped forward and pulled Du back, and when she rushed forward to take a look, she couldn't help but gasp.

Zhou Cui'er had already committed suicide by hanging herself.

Feng'er walked over and touched Zhou Cui'er's arm, which was already stiff, and knew that she couldn't be rescued, so she turned around and walked out.

The old monk saw that the wind was empty-handed and asked:

"Can you find the obstacle?"

Feng'er shook her head.

Lichen asked again: "What about the female benefactor?"

Feng'er said: "Xiaohuazi is late, she is already three feet white but red dust." ”

The old monk said: "One thought is good, and one thought is evil." When a thought arises, thousands of rivers and mountains have love; once a thought is extinguished, the vicissitudes of life have no heart. Amitabha!"

Back in the back of the Buddha hall, Yao Xiucai had already stopped crying, his eyes were straight, and he looked out of the door blankly, with a very helpless expression.

"Feng'er, can you find that bald donkey, see that I don't peel his skin!" Ah Niu asked.

Feng'er shook her head and said, "No, let him run." ”

"With such a big temple, where can he go? Hey, who is this old monk?" asked Ah Niu again.

Feng'er introduced the dust to everyone.

Ah Niu heard that he was Wuchen's master, and his anger did not come from one place. Glaring and roaring:

"You are the master of the bald donkey? Look at the good deeds your apprentice has done! Are you the one who runs a monastery or a slaughterhouse? The Buddha has given you the virtue of a good life, and which Buddha has asked you to kill people? Hand over the bald donkey, or I will skin you first!"

"Ah Niu, don't be rude! The master is also a victim. Feng'er reprimanded.

The old monk was embarrassed by Ah Niu's words, lowered his head and folded his hands, and read vigorously:

"Amitabha!Sin, Sin......"

It is as if he is praying for the Buddha to lend him a pair of discerning eyes, so that he can see the world clearly and truly.

The layman who was stunned by Yao Xiucai with an incense burner had already woken up. He looked around and didn't see a living accomplice, and he was tied up again, knowing that he couldn't escape. Now the abbot has no choice but to intercede with him. So he grinned and cried out:

"Abbot, please ask the heroes to make it convenient and let me go! I will devote myself to the Buddha in the future, do more good deeds, and recite Amitabha Buddha every day!"

Lichen glanced at him and knew that he was the one who had set up himself to go to the bottom of the tower.

The old monk said unhurriedly:

"There is no pure land in the heart, and the recitation of the Buddha is also empty. Plant melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans. All blessings and misfortunes are self-inflicted. Amitabha!"

The layman couldn't ask for help, and he was annoyed and angry, and scolded:

"Okay, you old bald donkey! At that time, I should have taught Wuchen to kill you, so that you would not be a thief and waste the donor's food! You ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ah Niu had already slapped him back and forth. Slap over and over again and scolded:

"Buddha Gate Pure Land, I will let you speak foul words! That Wuchen is a bald donkey, the master is not!"

The old monk couldn't cry or laugh, and couldn't stop chanting Amitabha.

The layman was dripping with blood from the corners of his mouth after a while, and he screamed incessantly.

Ah Niu said to Feng'er again:

"What's the use of keeping him, I'll kill him now!"