Chapter 126

Tiger Eloquence Falls into the Wolf's Lair (4)

The shopkeeper sat and waited for the dishes to come out of the pot, recalling that he had just lifted the curtain and saw the tragic state of the corpse, and he felt a chill on his spine, and suddenly heard someone in the hall say: "Amitabha, the poor monk also asked the donor to allow my brother and sister to stay overnight." His voice is old and deep, and when he hears it, he is an old man.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, jumped out of the back kitchen, and then shouted: "Sure enough, it's you two bald asses again, I said earlier, tell Hanako to go elsewhere if she wants to beg for food." ”

Hearing the sound, she pushed open the door of the house, and looked down against the railing upstairs, but saw that the two people who entered the store were ragged and thin, and the elder was in the year of his destiny, and the other person should be standing, both of them had no beard and hair, and the smooth top of their heads was neatly lined with nine incense scars, and then look at their appearances, they were all small and protruding, flat noses, and very thick lips, at first glance, they knew that they must be from foreign countries, the younger ones were taller, their complexion was not very dark, and their eyebrows were like King Kong angry eyes, and the old man was flat, as black as old carbon, and his eyes were very kind, just like the eyes of a living Buddha。

The old man folded his hands and said humbly, "The monks do not eat at noon, and the poor monk only asks the donor to give him a bowl of water to drink, and then he will cross the donor out of the sea of suffering." The shopkeeper said: "If you have to spend the night after drinking water, won't it prevent Lao Tzu from starting." Thinking of this, he sneered lightly: "Yo, I am lonely and unheard of when I ask for food these days, but you have no money and a few taels of fat, so it is better to feed water to the pigs." ”

At that time, Buddhism was not prevalent in the Central Plains, and the shopkeeper did not know that these two people were actually monks, but regarded the two monks as beggars.

"Fart! I have a bad reputation if I stinky for food, and I'm going to get rid of it if I don't leave." The shopkeeper's face was pale, and he had murderous thoughts in his heart, just to stabilize and not leave, so he only shouted. Cheng Hong gradually said: "The two of you are afraid of trouble if you stay here, so go elsewhere." If it was usual, Hong gradually would have invited the two of them to the store for a good meal, but he knew that this place was very likely to be a black shop, for fear that the other party would wade into this troubled water, so he said so.

The two monks raised their eyes to look at Cheng Hongji, they were all surprised, and the younger monk said in a trembling voice: "You •••••• you are ••••••" He immediately retracted his words to his mouth, and secretly said in his heart: "He looks like General Feng Zuo ••••••"

Hong gradually looked at their strange expressions, and was feeling strange at the moment, the old monk said: "Good, don't worry, the poor monk only wants to cross people to be good, even if he dies, he can smile." After that, he unwrapped the package on his back, took out a heavy scroll and said to the shopkeeper: "The poor monk has no long things, this is the "Golden Light Sutra" written by Lao Qu Mo. The book was unfinished, but it was carefully studied. It will definitely benefit a lot, help others to abandon evil and follow good, and hope that the donor will cherish it. ”

The monk's eyes were deep, as if he had something to say, and the shopkeeper said stupidly: "I can't eat enough, who has the leisure to read this broken book." Instead, he beckoned to the three shopkeepers, "Brothers, come out!"

The three shopkeepers came out of the back kitchen, and the shopkeeper skimmed the monk and said proudly: "If you two want to take advantage, you should stop fighting." The younger monk said, "My brother and I are sincere, but you have to add your fists and feet, which is simply stubborn." As soon as the words fell, the old monk said: "Several donors will fight and fight, and the two of us will never fight back, but I hope that the donor will fight enough." Do not do any more evil. ”

In addition to Zhen Zhen and the little monk, the rest of the people were stunned, the shopkeeper slowly deceived the old monk, tentatively hit his chest, this time he did not dare to exert force, and then jumped back, for fear of falling into the trick, but the other party really did not fight back, but sat cross-legged on the ground with beads in his hand, closed his eyes lightly, and said: "It is Jin Guangming, the king of the scriptures." If there is a hearer, then he can think. Supremely subtle, very profound•••••• "It was the Golden Light Sutra that he was reciting, and the younger monk sighed to himself when he saw this, and then sat cross-legged and chanted with the old monk. The shopkeeper had never heard of such a thing, so he was surprised, and then laughed and said, "Haha, it turned out to be two fools, give Lao Tzu a hard beating!"

Cheng Hong gradually saw that the shopkeepers had big shoulders and round waists, and they must have the strength, but for fear that the two monks would be unexpected, they were holding their fists tightly and were about to help, but Zhen Zhen grabbed them, shook her head and whispered: "Don't worry." ”

Hong gradually looked at her and smiled lightly, so he was patient and watched the changes, but when he saw the shopkeepers punching and kicking the two monks, they were unmoved, calm and relaxed, and still recited the scriptures silently without any confusion in their mouths, and there was no speech, Cheng Hong gradually said in his heart: "There are martial arts masters who have dark luck and true qi to resist the blows of outsiders, but how can they speak when they are angry, although those shopkeepers are not masters, but they also have strength, and the two masters are not as good as luck to resist, as if no one is beating them." Alas, although the martial arts of this school are profound, but the martial arts of other schools are also extremely strong, if you are arrogant, it will be difficult to make progress. ”

Yao Zhenzhen looked at Hong Yan, and then asked with a smile: "Who do you guess those two masters are?" Cheng Hong gradually pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Wu Han often mentioned Jiaye Morteng and Zhu Falan, and then said happily: "Could it be that the two divine monks of Jiaye Moteng and Zhu Falan?" Yao Zhenzhen smiled lightly and said: "I look like it, you mentioned in your letter before, Wu Han said how unfathomable the martial arts of his master Jiaye Moteng are, and Zhu Falan is also a top master, I saw it today, it is really amazing." ”

In fact, the monk who came to the Mandate of Heaven that year was none other than Jiaye Moteng, and the other person was Zhu Falan, but seeing that the three shopkeepers were very tired from fighting, they stopped one after another, and the dog leftover shook his arms and said, "These two guys are as hard as stones, and their hands hurt when they beat them." As he spoke, the two monks chanted to themselves: "If you hear repentance, hold on to it." The good roots in the world are praised by the Buddhas•••••• "The shopkeeper scolded: "It's all fucking waste!" As he spoke, he kicked violently, hitting the lower abdomen of Ka Ye Moteng, but when he saw the shopkeeper snorting, he actually withdrew his legs, trembling and retreating a few steps, and his shopkeepers hurriedly supported him.