Sunlight shone through the broken roof on the uneven and dilapidated stone slabs, and under the sunlight the bamboo was intently carving a strangely shaped round stone, about the size of a thumb, which, despite his great efforts, seemed to be limited to a limited level, and the round stone side was only faintly fiddling with the image of a Buddha. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is said that it is a Buddha, in fact, it is too reluctant, if it is not carved this stone, it is not a ruin bamboo, and if the bamboo is not a monk, then it is categorically impossible for people to associate it with the Buddha.

And the newly harvested little apprentice of Xuzhu was squatting aside, holding a hot roasted yam egg in his hand, eating happily.

A piece of yam went down his stomach, casually wiped the black ash on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and stretched out his hand to the remaining other yam egg. Obviously a complete foodie.

"Smack!"

The stone that had been carefully carved by the ruins for a morning smashed into the hands of the little apprentice without a doubt, and the little monk who was in pain gasped for air.

"Boy, greed and hatred are my great precepts of Buddhism!" Xuzhu had a gentle smile on his face, and his handsome face exuded a soft light called compassion, and he said seriously, quickly snatching the remaining yam eggs from the little monk's hand, slowly and methodically removing the charred black skin shell on the outer layer of the yam, and biting off half of the yam in one bite.

The little monk puffed out his mouth, rubbed his palms, and looked at the culprit who caused the injury to his palms.

Kicking the stone back to the side of the bamboo with his foot, the little monk said disdainfully: "Master, it seems that we don't have enough hard goods in our hands, and you have to use that trick again to go out and 'turn into a relationship'." ”

Xuzhu picked up the stone, wiped the place where the stone had just been wiped with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Boy, the teacher knows that you look down on this craft, but it is not to boast for the teacher, this is indeed a serious art of turning stones into gold, if you inherit the mantle of being a teacher in the future, this craft is indispensable." ”

The little monk rolled his eyes, noncommittal.

Although he didn't say it, the little monk really didn't take the tricks of abduction and deception in the bamboo to heart. As a little monk with ideals, ambitions, and ambitions, he is determined to never be a liar.

In fact, the little monk had already planned to seek a famous teacher by himself, and heard that another 500 miles would be the famous Broken Dream Gorge. On both sides of the Broken Dream Gorge, there are the two largest sects, the Ancient Sword Gate and the Huoyun Palace. And the goal of the little monk is there.

"According to me, wouldn't it be wonderful that you might as well just do one big vote at a time, save the money, and enjoy your old age in peace?" The little monk extinguished the fire beside him with dust, rearranged the remaining firewood, and piled it in a dry corner, the only place in the entire ruined temple that would not leak water or rain.

Xuzhu continued to carve the stone in his hand and said: "Disciple! This is a mistake, the art of turning stones into gold is a technique that hurts the heavens and peace, and the amount of money obtained should have been discarded in large sums of money, so how can it be encroached upon alone? Not to mention that each transaction has a fixed amount, which must not be surpassed. ”

If you are willing to be a teacher, and let Chu Yu go through the last journey of your life alone, you can leave, and you will never be forced to stay as a teacher. ”

If outsiders hear about it, they will definitely think that the bamboo is so bold. dared to commit a big mistake and named his disciple Wukong. You must know that the name 'Wukong' was set by the former Bodhi ancestor for the Monkey King.

This number can be a Buddha and a way, but it must enter these two gates and protect the Dharma for the court. The one who can accept this 'Wukong' is either the Buddha or the Daozun.

Xuzhu named his disciple 'Wukong', doesn't it show that he has the intention of becoming a Buddha and an ancestor?

"Left and right are just some deceptive tricks, why should they be so noble?" said Wukong's little monk angrily.

Xuzhu just smiled and didn't say anything, not quibbling, and not ashamed.

After eating a few yam eggs for breakfast and lunch, the master and apprentice left the ruined temple and headed straight for the nearest town.

In the town of red leaves, there is a most famous rich man in ten miles and eight towns, named Wang Youcai, it is said that his ancestors once produced a congenital master who grew a fantasy treasure tree, but later the descendants did not fight, and there was never any special character.

It's just that it's hard to tell if it's true or false. This king is talented, that is really rich, and his family is rich, which is by no means a lie.

And now Xuzhu is taking his little apprentice Wukong, standing straight in front of the sedan chair of this Wang Youcai and a rich man.

"Go! Send a few copper plates and drive them away!" Wang Youcai, as a rich man with ideals, morals, and qualities, disdains to bully those Taoist priests and monks who travel in the field. Unless they have a few signs of female disciples.

The bamboo face did not change color, took the two copper plates handed over by the housekeeper, and then slightly faced Wang Youcai's sedan chair with his hands folded and saluted.

At this time, the stone carved Buddha statue in his arms fell out and made a crisp sound on the ground.

Xuzhu's complexion changed greatly, and the little monk Wukong beside him moved quickly, stepped forward to pick up the stone carved Buddha, and carefully held it in the palm of his hand.

"What is it? Bring it to me!" Wang Youcai did not speak, it was only the housekeeper who spoke. As a professional loyal dog, he should react to what his owner thinks and act on it as soon as possible.

Xuzhu quickly snatched the stone carved Buddha from the little monk Wukong, put it in his arms, and then took out a jade carved Buddha statue with a beautiful style, and handed it to the housekeeper.

Looking at the jade Buddha statue in the old monk's hand, a trace of greed flashed in the butler's eyes, but his tone was cold: "It's not this! Take out the thing you just fell out of and take a look! Don't worry, my Wang family is rich and powerful, and I will definitely not be greedy for your things!"

This sentence is clearly already threatening.

Xuzhu's face was bitter, and he hesitantly took out the Buddha carved in stone, and then handed it out.

The housekeeper snatched it away, and without looking closely, he walked towards Wang Youcai's sedan chair and handed the stone carved Buddha statue through the curtain.

The people in the sedan chair seemed to play with the stone carved Buddha for a while, and then slowly lifted the sedan curtain.

With a lean appearance, at first glance he is a person who is good at calculating. Under normal circumstances, it is never easy to deceive such people.

Holding the Buddha carved in stone, Wang Youcai paced out, looking at the bamboo and the little monk Wukong.

"What is the price of this thing?" Wang Youcai's eyes flashed and he asked.

Xuzhu sighed, shook his head with a sigh, and then said: "If the donor really wants to buy it, give the poor monk three taels of gold, three taels of silver, and three taels of copper!"

"Oh!" a hint of surprise flashed in Wang Youcai's eyes, as if it was because of Xuzhu's answer, which was beyond his expectations.

"Why three taels of gold, three taels of silver, and three taels of bronze?" Wang Youcai asked. He may not really believe that the stone carved Buddha in his hand is a good thing, but his curiosity has been completely mobilized by the words of the bamboo.

Xuzhu clasped his hands together and said lightly: "The poor monk appears here and meets the donor, then it is fate." The Buddha in the arms of the poor monk fell out and happened to fall into the hands of the donor, which is also fate. In this case, this thing should belong to the benefactor. The poor monk had nothing to say. The words were full of helplessness.

"In that case, is it okay to give it to the old man?" Wang Youcai asked.

Xuzhu shook his head firmly and said, "This is not good! Although the Buddha's Dharma is priceless, it cannot be given away for free. Just like everything in this world, although there is a time when you are small and big, you will be able to move a thousand pounds. But there is no reason why you will be rewarded if you don't give. Therefore, although the Buddha is priceless, the donor still needs to pay a certain price. ”

Having said this, it made Wang Youcai agree with it. Wang Youcai's family is rich, and everyone in the world thinks that he is the shadow of his ancestors, but how many people know his dedication?

"What the eminent monk said is that this statue of the Buddha is indeed not to be taken lightly!"

Turning around, Wang Youcai whispered a few words to the butler beside him, obviously telling him to prepare his belongings. In fact, by this time, Wang Youcai may not have believed that the Buddha carved in stone is really a treasure, and what is really valuable is just the words of the old monk before.

Three taels of gold, three taels of silver, and three taels of bronze are just a drop in the bucket for Wang Youcai.

"Monk, let me ask you, why does it have to be three taels of gold, three taels of silver, and three taels of bronze? Why can't it be five taels of gold, five taels of silver, and five taels of silver?" Since he had to pay, Wang Youcai's nature as a businessman and rich man was once again exposed, basically because he felt that since he had already paid, the 'high monk' in front of him was no longer a 'high monk', and the title naturally changed from 'high monk' to the title of monk.

Xuzhu said indifferently: "Whether it is gold, silver or copper, for mortals, it is naturally a life-saving thing. To the Buddha, they are all like dust. Gold and silver are the same, but the number is extreme. Nine is the ultimate, and the poor monk can only choose one of the three between gold, silver and bronze. ”

"Reasonable!" Wang Youcai nodded, and shouted to the butler who had not yet gone away: "However, although gold and silver are like dust to the gods and Buddhas, they can measure whether our believers are pious or not. Go and fetch nine taels of gold for me!"

Soon nine taels of gold were taken and placed in front of the bamboo.

"In this way, thank you to the donor!"

The bamboo turned to gold, nodded, turned and left.

It wasn't until he walked to a place where Wang Youcai could no longer see that the little monk who only appeared once in the whole scene said: "Master! That Wang Youcai looks quite shrewd, do you think he believes it or not?"

Xuzhu gloves were in his sleeves, and in the place where the little monk Wukong couldn't see, he kept pinching his handprint: "Half and half! Nine taels of gold are nothing to Wang Youcai, and if you spend money to buy peace of mind, he will definitely not be stingy." ”

"Aren't you afraid that he will come to his senses and find your account?" said the little monk Wukong, who seemed to have some malice.

A stunning smile appeared on Xuzhu's face and said: "In this red leaf town, there are nine out of ten shops that belong to Wang Youcai, let's go to the rice shop he opened to buy rice, and then distribute it to the poor." Even if he had a fire in his heart afterwards, he had nowhere to vent. ”

The little monk Wukong was really puzzled this time: "This king is talented, isn't he still a rich man who is kind and generous?"

Xuzhu said with rare seriousness: "Remember, disciple! There is no absolute person in this world, the good have never had evil thoughts, and the evil ones are by no means all good thoughts, the so-called goodness is morality and etiquette, which restricts desires." And evil is all lust and hatred, which blinds good. ”

"If you want to be a pure person, you must know how to break through the constraints of secular etiquette at any time, but not be controlled by desires. This is... Great Wisdom!" Xuzhu spoke as if he was pointing, but Wukong didn't understand it at this time.

By the time he understood, he didn't want to understand anymore.

Xuzhu entered this world later than the ancient legend and the fire cloud evil god.

But he chose another path, hid himself, measured the world with his feet, and then formed a relationship with the people of the ten directions, planting cause and effect between the mountains and rivers.

The world was gradually woven into a great web of cause and effect by him.

Three taels past, three taels present, three taels future.

(To be continued.) )