The monk was dressed in a tattered brown robe, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and carried a wooden barrel in his hand, which could easily be mistaken for a beggar if he had not had a bald head.

According to the information left by Dehui before, I carefully identified it and confirmed that this monk was not a master of Yinguang, and I couldn't help but be a little more vigilant in my heart.

"Donor, God has the virtue of a good life, for the sake of the poor monk's face, why don't you release it?"

Walking up to me, the monk folded his hands and politely bowed.

"The master is really joking, this wild boar came to the door by itself, if I don't kill it, it will take me as a prey, why should I release it?"

"Amitabha!"

The monk said in a deep voice: "It is normal for the donor to kill it out of self-defense, but today you and I meet is also a fate, I think this is also the Buddha let the poor monk come to persuade the donor to be good." ”

"What the master said makes a lot of sense,"

I smiled faintly: "But I haven't eaten today, I think the master hasn't eaten yet, why don't we slaughter this wild boar and enjoy the food together, this is also a kind of fate!" ”

I meant to be deliberately teasing, but I didn't expect the monk to nod after thinking for a few seconds.

"What the donor said is reasonable, since this is the case, then the poor monk is better than obeying his fate!"

As he spoke, the monk walked straight over, turned a knife in his left hand, and slashed at the throat of the black boar.

Poof!

The throat of the wild boar was cut straight off, splashing the monk's blood, but the monk was expressionless, wiped the blood on his face, and then used both hands to resist the two hundred pounds of wild boar directly on his shoulder!

I stood by, dumbfounded, unable to speak.

This seemingly weak monk didn't expect it to be born with divine power, this island in the middle of the lake is really getting more and more incomprehensible!

"Donor, on this island, there are fierce beasts all over the place, and there are many dangers in staying outside, so it is better for the donor to come to the temple of the little monk to stay for a while!"

After saying this, the monk picked up the wild boar and walked towards the mountain.

As soon as I thought that the wild boar that I had risked to deal with, I couldn't let him swallow it alone, so I quickly followed.

The monk watched the wild boar walk on the steep mountain road, and in a short time he reached the summit.

On one side of the summit was a cliff, and there was nothing but a pile of rocks, and I was about to ask the monk where his temple was.

I saw that the monk was walking briskly towards the side of the cliff, and his figure jumped down, but he disappeared.

This monk committed suicide?

I was frightened, so I quickly chased after me, and lay on the edge of the cliff, and looked down, and found that there was a steep staircase under the cliff, spiraling down, and at the end of the staircase, there was a temple, which was built on the cliff.

The light I saw at the bottom of the mountain was coming from this temple!

The stairs are almost vertical, with no shelter on both sides, and when you walk on them, you can feel the cold mountain breeze blowing, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the mountain stream.

I moved cautiously, step by step, and the monk carried the boar, still not squinting, three steps and two steps, and after a while he jumped down the stairs and entered the temple.

After a while, I also walked down the stairs and entered the temple, and found that the temple area was not large, and there was a Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall, and three pillars of incense were inserted on the Buddha altar.

At this moment, the monk was already kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, clasping his hands together and reciting the Buddha's name silently.

And the wild boar was gone.

I wanted to ask, but when I saw that the monk's eyes were slightly closed and his face was sincere, I waited patiently for him to finish reciting.

After a long time, the monk finally stopped chanting, slowly stood up, and looked back at me.

"Donor, you're here."

What is this called, I've been standing here for a long time, and he just found out about his feelings?

I looked at him angrily, and was about to ask him where he had hidden the boar, but the monk smiled faintly and beckoned to me.

"Donor, please come with me."

As he spoke, he walked to the other side of the main hall and lifted a wooden plank, revealing a cave hidden inside!

I followed the monk into it and found this cave... There is a stone bed with a small window on the side of the stone bed that allows air exchange with the outside world.

On the other side of the cave there is a water urn, as well as pots and pans and other daily necessities, and the wild boar lies across the cave. Inside!

"Donor, please take a break, wait for the little monk to finish the fast, and enjoy it together."

As he spoke, the monk squatted down, picked up a machete, and cut off one of the thighs of the wild boar with one knife, then peeled, plucked, and boiled water.

There were no spices in the pot, but after a while, I felt a rich sound filling the entire cavern.

Nearly two hours later, the monk lifted the lid of the pot, and a pot of stewed wild boar appeared in my sight.

"Donor, please dine."

The monk handed me a wooden bowl, scooped up a piece of wild boar for himself, squatted aside, and feasted on it.

When the monk was cooking just now, I had been watching him silently to make sure that he had not put any medicine in the pot, so I put my mind at ease, scooped up a piece of wild boar, put a bowl of broth, and ate it myself.

I have to say that this monk's cooking skills are quite good, without any condiments, this wild boar is so fragrant, no less than what I eat in the restaurant outside!

After eating and drinking, I put down the wooden bowl, wiped my mouth, and set my eyes on the monk again.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I don't know what the master's name is!"

"The poor monk has no heart."

The monk ate a bowl of pork, and returned to his indifferent expression, and he couldn't see the slightest change in mood.

"I wonder if the master has ever seen a monk from the outside world?"

I asked Wuxin.

"What is the name of the monk from the outside world?"

Wuxin said with some puzzlement.

"He is the presiding officer of Lanruo Temple, and the Dharma name is Yinguang Master."

"Master of Printing Light?"

Wuxin's face was puzzled, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head again.

"I'm sorry donor, but the poor monk has never heard of the name of this high monk, and he has never seen an outsider land on this island."

Judging from the unintentional expression, it seems that he is not lying just now, but judging from his previous performances, I can conclude that this person is by no means as simple as he seems.

So, I decided to test him further.

"Master, I don't know where you learned from, how long have you lived here?"

Wuxin was slightly stunned, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to fall into a deep thought.

"The poor monk has been practicing here for more than 20 years, and as for the master, I did have a master."

"Only later, I killed him!"