The crowd ran fast, and the villagers did not have the confidence that they had sworn before, and they were sure that the bandits would not dare to attack, so they all ran back to their respective villages, closing their doors and windows.

After Wang Lin thought about the countermeasures, he looked up and saw that there was nothing in front of him, and everyone was scattered, leaving only him and a few others.

At the moment, he didn't stay anymore, and planned to go back to find his master.

The military guards had no intention of resisting, and after sealing the official road, they called out to the lingering people and went to the village to hide together.

Seeing that there were still two strangers from Buddhism and Taoism here, he was overjoyed and moved to ask the Buddha for immortals.

He saw that although Wang Lin was dressed as a Taoist priest, he looked young and beardless, and he was still eager to leave at this time.

I didn't plan to try it, so I just bypassed him.

After Wang Lin left, he walked up to the two monks with a sneer and asked for good luck.

The old monk did not shirk it, and after handing over his bags to the little monk beside him, he recited the prayers in accordance with the rules of Buddhism's occupancy rituals:

"Salute from the heart, all the Buddhas of the Ten Directions!

"Salute from the heart, Jizo Bodhisattva Mahasattva!

"Disciple Hanshan, today with bandits to make trouble, respect the three reincarnations shown by the Bodhisattva, such as the Dharma Zhancha, to the heart of the Tibetan Benevolence, willing to be saved with great compassion, in addition to my doubts!"

After the monk Hanshan asked Jizo, he meditated again......

After a long time, I opened my eyes.

This military guard is also a knowledgeable person, and he used to follow his boss to burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple.

I know that Buddhism doesn't like divination and astrology, but this time it's just a thought, planning to ask for a lottery.

But when I saw the old monk in front of me, I actually read "Zhancha Good and Evil Karma Sutra".

This is one of the few scriptures in Buddhism that can be used for calculations.

I shouted in my heart, isn't this a master?

It wasn't until the old monk Hanshan had completed the whole set of procedures that he stepped forward and asked:

"High monk, I don't know how Jizo Bodhisattva said this?"

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and sighed, and mourned:

"Jizo Bodhisattva didn't say anything, and the right didn't hear me, so he didn't pay attention to it."

The military guard was dumbfounded, and for a while he didn't know how to say it to fulfill his words, and only vaguely persuaded:

"It should be that the world is not good, the Bodhisattva is quite busy in the underworld, and my prayer is really not thoughtful, and I mistakenly got the master to cast a spell."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and didn't even look at the haggard-looking and ragged old monk, and he didn't want to ask the Buddha about this ethereal thing.

Hurriedly approached the few swordsmen who were left behind, and invited them to fight off the thieves together.

Seeing that this fortune calculation was fruitless, the old monk Hanshan did not try anymore, stood in place with his eyebrows lowered and closed his eyes, supported the birch bark hat on his head, and recited the scriptures of other Bodhisattvas.

The little monk on the side was carrying a full body of luggage, standing soft and tired.

When I looked back, I saw that the master had already closed his eyes, and took the opportunity to throw everything to himself, pretending to hold the Dharma.

He suddenly wrinkled his nose, kicked and shoveled the sand and gravel on the ground, and complained angrily:

"Okay, you're a Jizo, don't forget if you don't want to pay attention to my master, I'm here when I took my luggage. It's obviously between the two of you, why did you pull me into the water? Pingbai let the little monk bear these mountains. ”

The more the child thought about it, the more angry he became, the more tired he became, and he had to leave it alone, throw off these mountain-sized packages, and throw them on the muddy sand.

"No, you can memorize it for a while, wait for the teacher to buy you a sugar gourd, a big string!"

Seeing that the large and small packages were about to get muddy, Hanshan had to stop chanting and discuss the matter with the little monk.

Hearing this, Fuji lifted the packages up again, tilting his head to think about it.

The more he thought about the sugar gourd, the lighter the hardship on his body became.

"Don't be sour, two skewers."

Thinking of the end, I don't know where the strength came from, so that he was able to free one hand and gesture two fingers towards the old monk of Hanshan.

"Okay, two strings of non-sour sugar gourds."

"Monks don't speak?"

"Well, monks don't speak."

Fuji laughed happily, stopped kicking the stones, straightened his head, and straightened his back.

The army guarded the side and secretly said that he was unlucky, but he didn't expect to meet two stupid monks and a crazy young master.

The old one can't even say a scene.

Do you really think that the King of Jizo Bodhisattva will pay attention to him?

Worshipping the Buddha knocked his head stupid, and reciting the scriptures made people stunned.

The small one is even more clever.

The nearby villages also sell some wine and food, except for Jinyang City, where are there still sugar gourds?

The road is closed, the city gate is closed, how can you conjure up a sugar gourd that is not sour?

It's really a big fool to deceive a little fool, and I was coaxed by the lazy master.

The matter of inviting swordsmen and knights went well.

The chivalrous couple was very happy and responded directly to the matter.

Holding the sword proudly, he held his hand and performed a light skill, and jumped into the small officials on the opposite side.

But the boy in brocade and silk seemed to be crazy, and kept asking others if they had seen his sister-in-law, but he couldn't listen to any words and couldn't communicate at all.

Accompanied by the heroes of the rivers and lakes with strong martial arts, the military guards felt at ease, and they no longer paid attention to the affairs of these fools and madmen, and coordinated with the villagers and villagers, and vacated a room for them to rest.

............

When Wang Lin ran all the way back to the field, he heard bursts of laughter and conversation in the thatched hut that the master and apprentice had just built a few days ago.

"Stone, stone, why do you want to clean up this field? Isn't it that the spirit is reborn, the spirit returns, and finally wants to find those birdmen to settle old accounts? ”

I saw that the haggard-looking and ragged old monk at the entrance of the village just now suddenly appeared here at this moment, sitting cross-legged on the ground, talking happily with his master Shi Zhile, and even his face became a little ruddy, very excited.

With Wang Lin's current foot strength, except for the cheetah horned antelope, even if he is a thousand-mile treasure horse, he can't catch up with him.

The down-and-out old monk he met by chance at the entrance of this village was able to catch up with him silently, and he didn't notice it along the way, and his skills were really powerful.

But there's nothing surprising about that.

If you don't even have this ability, then you don't need to practice Buddhism, you just farm with yourself.

Wang Lin, who didn't see the old monk of Hanshan making a fool of himself in front of the military guards, only felt that the other party was unfathomable, and silently sighed in his heart the iron law of the immortal cultivation world:

You can’t judge a book by its cover.

Shi Zhile didn't agree with the old monk's words, glanced at the other party, and lowered his head again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Lin had just come back, and when he saw that the master didn't make a sound, he stood aside silently, didn't speak, and just made a disciple salute to the old monk.

Obviously, no one paid attention to the old monk of the cold mountain, but he laughed even more excitedly, and he didn't sit anymore, kicked the clogs on his feet, and said to himself:

"It turned out that this little baby cleaned it up, so ...... This field is full of ravines, deep and not leaning, and he is really a heart-wrenching man! Your apprentice can receive a good income, this character is like you!

"Wang Lin, a good name, I also know that I praise the old monk in my heart, you Xuanmen is another unicorn!"

Wang Lin saw that his heart was known to others, and immediately understood that this was one of the six great supernatural powers of Buddhism, and secretly woke up to this method in the future, and he should guard against this method in front of the monks in the future.

Immediately calm down, use the method of being in a daze to empty your brain, and no longer dare to take advantage of the time to think about the "mountain carving" that you suspected before.

"What a perceptive person, unlike my unclever criminal, who dares to make up any bad things in his heart, for fear that others will not hear it."

When Shi Zhile heard this, he raised his head, frowned, and squinted at the old monk, looking unhappy.

Wang Lin had never seen Shi Zhile look like this, and even the Hanshan monk, who had known him for many years, was shocked, and hurriedly put on a smiling face and pandered:

"Wrong, wrong, old monk, I was wrong, I shouldn't have made fun of you, a precious apprentice, I'm used to reading your mind, forget about this stubble, let's get rid of my anger, I won't dare to show off such magical powers in front of him in the future."

Hearing Han Shan's repeated apologies, Shi Zhile put away his face and lowered his head again.

Hanshan was stupid and lamented:

"He shouldn't have bothered to practice this bullshit in the first place, he really spent a lot of effort and finally learned a magic skill that was specially made for people to beat.

"When others told me that Buddhism has many magical powers, only this method is difficult to practice first, hardship is the first, and the astute cannot be learned, I still don't believe it, I just think others bluff me.

"After I practiced, it was too late for me to regret it.

"This is the most difficult practice in Buddhism, this is the most difficult kung fu in the world!

"If you don't cultivate into an invincible world, you can only mix like a rat crossing the street every day, suffer from cold eyes, everyone shouts and beats, and you have to endure a few punches for no reason, who is really stupid who practices."

In the end, the more he talked, the more angry he became, and somehow he remembered the Jizo who had just provoked him, and scolded:

"It's still the Jizo kid who has a slippery head, he doesn't practice, he picks up a dog and lets him practice, he listens to this and that every day, but he doesn't have any cause and effect, and when he is a real person, he is despicable and shameless, and he finds such a bargain."