Volume 1 Chapter 635 Monk Chengji

Chapter 635 Monk Cheng Ji

Zhang Tianfang took out a ghost beast and threw it to the ground. The boss was a pile of black bones with a sinister appearance and looked very uncomfortable. Zhang Ao explained: "This is a thing made by ghosts. It is made from living people. I wonder if it can be used to find the ghost emperor's energy?" Kong Duanfo glanced at it and shook his head: "It's useless, it's not the ghost emperor." It can't be found." He didn't look at it again, and Zhang Tianfang had no choice but to put away the ghost beast.

Kong Duan used his Buddhist eyes to look at Zhang Weifang one more time, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "I still say you are good, just like before." He put up a palm with one hand, nodded to indicate, and then retreated into the temple. The great monk knew that Zhang was afraid of the purpose of this trip, so there was no need to talk nonsense. If ghosts were really rampant, a group of Buddhist cultivators would definitely subjugate and eliminate demons.

After achieving their goal, Zhang Ai and the others flew north to the Song Dynasty to meet Master Wuwu.

Master Wuwang lives in a mountain forest at the junction of the Song Dynasty and the barbarians, with more than a dozen houses and several acres of vegetable gardens. The name is Han Temple, and it is indeed shabby. It is not even comparable to Ganliang Temple. It does not even have a temple name. There are several monks living there, and Wuwu is the only Buddhist in the temple.

The great monk was extremely kind. At that time, there was a war between the Song and Barbarians. He single-handedly escorted thousands of people back to the Song Dynasty. He was attacked by countless barbarians. The master did not want to kill in vain and insisted not to fight back. He only wanted to protect the people. , which shows his kindness.

Later, when the monsters caused chaos and destroyed all living beings, in order to save the people, the great monk got angry and started killing, causing the Buddha's hands to be stained with blood.

The reason why Zhang Weijing came to Master Wuwu was that Han Temple was close to Mandi and should have contact with Mandi Buddhist cultivators. He asked him to release the news on his behalf. If Buddhists took action to deal with ghost disciples, it would be a blessing to the people of the world.

According to the etiquette before going to see Master Kongduan, Fei Gu stopped a thousand meters away. The three of them walked to Han Temple. When they arrived at the door, the great monk Wuwu had already come out to greet him, with one palm raised on his chest, a smile on his lips, and he said to Fang Fang. Jian said: "I'm back."

Fang Jian hurriedly walked over and knelt down. He wanted to thank the great monk. Back then, he was helpless and was chased by the masters of the Qing Dynasty. Fortunately, the great monk protected him and he did not suffer any accident.

Monk Wuwang waved his robe lightly, supported Fang Jian with a burst of energy, and said softly: "Man, kneel to the sky, kneel to your parents, there is no one else in the world worthy of your kneeling."

Fang Jian couldn't kneel down, so he bowed and thanked: "Thank you, Master." He wanted to thank you a lot, but suddenly he felt that he was so unkind. He had never come back in so many years, so he said with a smile: "I'm sorry."

Wu Wang whispered: "What did you say? Thank you, sorry?" The great monk was very happy to see Fang Jian. He was in the mood to joke and asked Zhang Ai: "Is this how you taught him?"

Zhang Awei quickly waved his hand: "Master, this has nothing to do with me."

Wuwang looked at Fang Jian with a smile, nodded and said: "Yes, he cultivated very quickly. How long have we not seen you?" Seeing that Fang Jian lowered his head and said nothing, he added: "I know you, don't think too much, I know you are not You don’t want to come back, but you’re too embarrassed to come back. Are you the disciple who was expelled by me before you even became a disciple? You’re also a first-time genius, and you want to show off to me only after you reach the top level, silly boy.”

Zhang Ping had never thought about this problem. Unexpectedly, the great monk revealed Fang Jian's heartache with one word. He was a little embarrassed and said to the master: "Master, this is my fault."

"Come to me to admit your mistake?" Wuwang turned sideways and said, "Sit inside."

Zhang Tianfang was rude and said as he walked: "We should have been let in a long time ago. The great monk is not polite." Dare you speak ill of Master Wuwu? Fang Jian kicked him away and followed Zhang Ain into the temple.

Wuwu's cultivation had reached the point where he could see clearly and he smiled at Fang Jian: "Talk more and move more, it will make you happier. Don't always carry useless things." Fang Jian said respectfully: "Remember Master's teachings."

He is not a monk, and has never worshiped Wuwu as his teacher, but he kept shouting like this, and Master Wuwu never corrected him. The three of them came to the reception room and sat down. Zhang Tianfang ran in and asked, "What did the great monk say?" Zhang Ai explained, "The master said that it's good to kick you."

Zhang Tianfang became angry when he heard this: "The great monk doesn't have such a thing, I even helped you kill people back then."

Wuwang smiled at him, gave up his seat to the three of them, took out a tea set from the wooden cabinet behind him and placed it on the wooden mat. It is said to be a tea set, but it is actually a large teapot and four large tea bowls.

Zhang Tianfang shouted: "The great monk is out of date, you arty person, you are not good at it. I have seen others make small pots and small bowls, and the small bowls have lids. This is not a rice bowl, right?"

Wuwang said calmly: "Others are others, I am me." The words are self-proclaimed, others are artful, but I treat guests with tea, and everything I do is based on one heart. How can ordinary people understand this?

Zhang Ai said respectfully: "Thank you, master. I'm sorry for bothering you."

What the great monk practices is Buddhism, not tea ceremony. Others can abandon the basics and pursue enjoyment, but he cannot. Besides, how many people in the world can enjoy tea served by a Buddhist master? This is more precious than the tea brewed by the world's top tea masters.

Zhang Tianfang muttered: "Okay, you are you, I am me, let's see what kind of tea you can make."

As a result, the master didn't take the tea at all. He just went out and brought back a kettle, poured the water from the pot into the teapot, and then poured the white water directly into four bowls without putting the tea leaves.

Zhang Tianfang quit again: "I said, great monk, do you want to fool people like you? Where is the tea?"

Wuwang glanced at him and said softly: "When did I say about making tea?" He raised his tea bowl and greeted the three of them: "Please." He raised his head and took a sip, put down the tea bowl and asked, "What happened?"

Zhang Tianfang was still struggling with the question just now: "Why are you pouring water into the teapot if you don't put tea in it? Can't you just pour it into the bowl?"

Wuwang explained to him solemnly: "Pouring water with a kettle is not the way to entertain guests. Although it is only one more procedure, it adds more respect and sincerity."

Zhang Tianfang was speechless and looked at the monk: "A monk cannot be so shameless."

Zhang Pa did not let him continue to talk nonsense, and simply told him about the discovery of the ghost disciple in the barbarian land. After listening, Master Wuwang said: "I already know, but not as detailed as you said."

Master knew? But think about it, it makes sense. Hantianmen is searching for ghost disciples in a big way. Anyone in the barbarian land should know about it, not to mention the powerful Buddhists. Zhang Pa asked: "Master, what else have you heard?"

Wuwang shook his head: "I just heard about this from a senior brother, and I don't know anything else. That senior brother has gone to the north to find out the news and informed the other Buddhist disciples."

Zhang Pa nodded lightly. Since the Buddhists already knew, plus the power of Hantianmen, the ghost disciples should not dare to appear easily, so he said: "Thank you for your trouble, Master." You don't need to be too clear when talking to Buddhists, just understand each other.

Wuwang nodded and asked, "Are you going to the north?"

Zhang Pa said, "More than a year ago, a disciple of Hantian Sect said that the remaining five evil ghost cultivators gathered and hid, and two Yuanying ghost disciples were missing. I want to find out what the situation is now."

Master Wuwang clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for your concern."

Everyone said a few more words, and Zhang Pa wanted to say goodbye. Wuwang suddenly said, "Senior Brother Chengji is back. Maybe he knows something. Why not wait for him to come back and ask him." Zhang Pa agreed.

Not long after, a handsome young monk walked in. He was wearing a moon-white monk robe, which was whiter than Bukong's magic monk robe of "Lotus Step by Step". His head was bright and barefoot. His feet were whiter than his face, and his toes were neatly trimmed.

Zhang Pa's first feeling when he saw this person was that he was not used to it. Jin Da was also wearing a white robe and barefoot, and he also looked young, but he looked more comfortable than the person in front of him.

After entering the room, the young monk raised one palm to Wuwang, bowed his front body slightly to show greeting, and then turned to Zhang Pa and the other two and said: "Cheng Ji greets the three donors." His voice was soft and gentle, and it sounded very comfortable.

Zhang Pa and the other two stood up and returned the greeting: "Hello, Master."

Cheng Ji smiled modestly: "What master is that? I am just a novice monk in the world. I am devoted to the practice of Buddhism. I will be able to achieve a golden body and help the world."

The monk's words shocked Zhang Pa and Fang Jian, but the two of them did not change their expressions. They looked at each other and said respectfully: "Master, please." Please ask Monk Cheng Ji to take the seat.

The four sentences just now seem to mean that I am just a little monk who is devoted to Buddhism. One day, I will achieve a golden body and help ordinary people. At the same time, I also modestly explained that even if I succeed, it is the credit and help of my fellow disciples.

In fact, it is not the case. The last word of each sentence reads together, which is Mi Xiu Cheng Ji. Cheng Ji is his Dharma name. Mi means full. He is saying that he has completed his practice and can escape from the sea of ​​suffering and become a Buddha in the flesh when the Buddha calls him. From these four words alone, this monk is very arrogant.

The two looked at Wu Wang curiously. They could hear it, and Master Wu Wang should understand it even more. However, the monk had no expression on his face. He bowed slightly to Cheng Ji to show his greetings and asked, "How is your trip, senior brother?"

Cheng Ji sat down beside him and said, "There are five temples and nine monks in the barbarian land. Only two of them have reached the level of Buddhists. If the ghosts come to attack fiercely, I am worried... Alas."

Wu Wang said, "Maybe there are senior brothers who live in seclusion and don't care about worldly affairs, so of course they can't see it."

Cheng Ji said, "You and I don't care about worldly affairs, but we are also involved? My Buddha is merciful, and someone must do something Wu Wang." At this point, Chong Wu Wang laughed and brought the monk's Dharma name into the conversation.

Zhang Pa felt that Cheng Ji seemed to have something else in his words. He thought about it, but couldn't think of anything. He observed carefully, but couldn't see any clues. He couldn't say that someone had a problem just because he was uncomfortable with his clothes.

Master Wuwang said to Zhang Pa and the other two calmly, "Brother Chengji plays in the mortal world, and he always speaks like this. Don't be surprised, three donors." Then he asked Cheng Ji, "Brother, did you find the whereabouts of the ghosts during this trip?"

Cheng Ji shook his head and said, "No, but the Hantian Sect is quite powerful. The whole north is investigating in detail. Even I was stopped several times, so I came back to bother you again."

Zhang Pa became more and more curious. Where did this Cheng Ji come from? He asked, "Have you two masters known each other for a long time? I think you are very close."

Wuwang said, "Today is the second time we meet."

Ah? Can you enter without asking for the second time? This monk is more familiar than Zhang Tianfang.