Yang Zhi smiled and asked, "When this Buddha statue was carved, there were no wooden blocks cut down to make something, such as Buddha statues, prayer beads, wooden fish, and so on?"

These things are called Dharma vessels in Buddhism, it is one of the ways for the temple to make money, how can there be no, but the age is old, there may not be much in the temple; Zhike monk thought about it and said: "I did make some common things for the Buddha on weekdays, but later they were consecrated and given to the donors, but there are still some remnants in the treasury, just because the monks of the past generations like to stay, the handmade material is not daring to say, and there is no gilding. ”

Yang Zhi clasped his hands together and said, "If it is used by monks in their practice, it is more valuable than gilding." ”

The monk's practice of the magic weapon, generally like the purple clay pot player playing the pot, it is a bit exaggerated to say that the hand does not leave the hand for a moment, but every day in the hand of the offering, that is an indispensable homework; the monk sees Yang Zhi as an expert, although he feels that Yang Zhi's thinking is a little strange, but it is also dusty to take things down and put them in the warehouse, it is better to let this donor see, in case there are one or two pieces that are eyed, it must also be able to exchange a sum of money for the temple.

Zhike monk is confident that people like Yang Zhi may pay a little more for something that is some years old; Zhike monk took Yang Zhi into the side door, came to a dark room, opened the copper lock on the door, pushed the door open, and walked in with Yang Zhi. There are spiders everywhere inside, and it looks like a place to discard debris, and no one comes in or cleans it on weekdays, giving people the impression that it has been dilapidated for a long time and is full of garbage.

Yang Zhi didn't suspect that the house was dirty at all, and walked into the house after the Zhike monk, and watched the Zhike monk open a wooden box, which was full of incomplete Buddha beads, wooden fish and other things; The monk ran to get two rags, and a bucket of water was brought from the well next to him, and Yang Zhi simply sat on the ground and wiped them one by one.

The monk didn't tell a lie, Yang Zhi really wiped out six things with natural golden light, but the golden light is not as magical as the legend, and the sun on his back is to see the stars, but when the sun shines, the reflection seems to be able to practice one;

Yang Zhi looked up at the monk and said, "I want all six pieces, fifty taels of silver." ”

Antiques and cultural relics are not valuable for a long time, these pieces of Baihui Temple can be said to be the residue is not an exaggeration, the monk couldn't help but squat down and take a closer look and said: "The monk thinks it's okay, but this matter has to be told to the abbot, the donor, please wait for a while." ”

Yang Zhi heard the meaning of the words of the monk Zhike, the monk didn't care about his opinion, but was worried that the standards in the abbot's heart were different; Yang Zhi didn't fully see the connotation of these Buddha beads, so he smiled and said: "If the abbot doesn't agree, forget it, this kind of thing is for people who are destined." ”

Seeing that there is a harvest today, the monk smiled lovely, picked up six magic instruments with his monk's robe, led Yang Zhi to a meditation room and sat down, called a novice to serve tea, and hurried away; Baihui Temple is herbal tea, and the big teapot is stored, and it can be poured at any time. Shami is very clever, there is no teapot in his hand, he brings two bowls of tea to Yang Zhi at a time, the tea taste is mellow, a little sweet, Yang Zhi drank half a bowl and asked Shami: "Which master is the current host?"

"My master is empty. Shami also knew that the pilgrims were the food and clothing of the monks, and he said, "My master was originally a monk at the White Horse Monastery and was sent to be the presiding officer ten years ago. ”

What a coincidence, the people of the White Horse Temple, Yang Zhi smiled slyly in his heart, regardless of the mural magic weapon, he forgot this origin, and today is the right one, as long as the novice is not wrong, the Venerable Master of Confession brought the practitioner Faquan, Shami Xuming, and Toutuo Longheng at that time, this empty forget host should know all of them. The sound of wooden fish and chanting in the temple suddenly stopped, and it didn't take long for Yang Zhi to hear the footsteps of two people, and a thin old monk walked in behind the Zhike monk.

Yang Zhi looked at the wrinkles on the old monk's face, and couldn't ask a word, but he didn't expect that Kongwang was the Long Heng of the year;

Yang Zhi nodded and said, "I just met Faquan Zen Master today, but I didn't expect to see you again." ”

"Karma, karma. Instead, the host smiled: "I can meet my junior brother here, and I don't regret the hard work of the Venerable Master back then. ”

Zhike monk Wushen and Shami Wuhe were all stunned, but since the host of Kongwang said so, he must not be wrong, and they all stepped forward to salute, which made Yang Zhi a little uncomfortable; Yang Zhi gave the two of them a meeting gift of ten taels of silver, and took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels from his bosom, handed it to the host of Kongwang and said: "Since the senior brother said so, I won't ask about the past, this silver tael, even if it is a piece of my brother's heart." ”

Seeing Yang Zhi carrying a stack of silver tickets, he also knew that Yang Zhi lacked safety and money, so he smiled and said: "Senior brother, it's not that the senior brother doesn't talk about the Fa at all, but that the master had an agreement with the Heavenly Master's Mansion back then, but don't worry, this Baihui Temple will be your place of stay in the future." This silver ticket is the money you used to buy the ritual utensils, which are the relics of the two monks back then, and luckily for you, they left notes, which should be helpful to you. ”

Yang Zhi immediately understood why Kong Forget came in person, he came to see if the buyer was from the martial arts, if so, the value of the notes of the two monks would be much higher than these magic weapons, at least another fifty taels of silver; it seems that the current situation of Baihui Temple is not very good, Yang Zhi thanked him: "Senior Brother Lao bothered." ”

The host of the empty forgetting invited Yang Zhi to his meditation room to sit down, re-served the fragrant tea, put the magic weapon on the table next to Yang Zhi, and went to the library behind the meditation room to take two thick notes and handed them to Yang Zhi; Yang Zhi opened it and took a look, only to know that the two monks were called Pushan and Puming, both of whom were masters of the White Horse Temple, and they practiced the Buddha's stunt Huixingang and Buddha beads, but they were all defeated in the hands of a swordsman, judging from the knife patterns and moves described by the two, Yang Zhi could conclude that it was the Heavenly Demon Knife.

Pushan Puming said very clearly in his notes, especially those who have personally experienced life and death and danger, which are by no means clear to onlookers; Yang Zhi looked down at the six magic weapons, and understood Pushan Puming's good intentions, and the note addition device, you can almost see the six strokes of the magic knife, even if the Heavenly Demon Knife method was changed later, but everything changes from its origin, at least for Yang Zhi, who is also a knife master, is of great help.

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