The old monk seemed to have never seen the purgatory-like killing scene in the temple. He clasped his hands together, nodded to Huang Shaohong, and walked in.

The young monk behind him shivered and followed him in. Facing Huang Shaohong, he walked away from the distance and walked close to the wall to a dry place on the other side of the hall. After putting down his luggage and umbrella, he greeted:

"Master, this place is clean, come here and rest!"

Huang Shaohong saw that this place in the mountain temple was still clean at this time. He immediately raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "That's my resting place!"

"You..." The young monk was about to argue, but when he remembered that this person was the murderer, he immediately cowered and did not dare to speak. He moved his salute to the side and finally gave in.

After the old monk entered the temple, he looked around the mountain temple with the help of the half candlelight left by the bandit. Then he chanted the Buddha's name, took out a small hoe he carried with him from under the white monk's robe, and

The young monk ordered:

"In all directions, dust to dust to dust, go and bury these corpses behind the mountain temple!"

The little monk who was called Shifang, although he was holding an umbrella when he opened the door and came in, it was dark and cold outside, the wind was blowing and the rain was strong, and a lot of rain splashed on his face. His cold face was pale and without any blood, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Clear the original appearance.

After the young monk wiped off the rainwater and calmed down in the temple for a while, Huang Shaohong finally saw his original appearance clearly and found that he was eighty-nine times similar to the Hong Kong actor surnamed Liang.

At this time, hearing the old monk call the young monk "Shifang", Huang Shaohong couldn't help but his eyes moved, and he finally confirmed his guess that this world should be the world he thought about.

The little monk who was called "Shifang" looked miserable when his master asked him to handle the corpse. He stepped forward and took the hoe from his master and discussed:

"Master, it's dark and windy at night, and it's raining outside. How about we bury it tomorrow morning?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "Go quickly, remember to put all these corpses together and let them be buried in peace."

"Oh..." The young monk Shifang's face became even more bitter after hearing this, with a hundred reluctances on his face, and he discussed: "Master, it's too heavy to carry behind the temple, so why not just bury it in front of the temple?"

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The old monk glared at his apprentice: "Have you seen any graves buried in front of the temple? Are you afraid that the gods will be angry, causing these people's souls to scatter, and bringing disaster to their descendants?"

As soon as he glared, Shifang was immediately frightened, said "Oh", turned his head to look at Huang Shaohong, then turned back and said in the old monk's ear:

"Master, this person is not like a kind person. Be careful of the Golden Buddha!"

The old monk's expression remained unchanged and he said softly: "Talk less and do more!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed at the zombie corpses chopped off by Huang Shaohong on the ground and said:

"The two female corpses are too resentful. I'm afraid they're strangers. Let's put them in front of the temple and wait for firewood to be burned at dawn tomorrow morning. Be careful when carrying them so as not to get any blood stains on them!"

Huang Shaohong glanced at the old monk in surprise and thought to himself that this old monk has a lot of trouble.

After the old monk explained clearly, he found a clean corner, sat cross-legged, and began to recite scriptures. With a look of sorrow on his face, he faced the corpse on the ground. He estimated that what he was reciting might be the Buddhist "Rebirth Mantra".

Category, incantations and scriptures specifically used to save the souls of the dead.

Huang Shaohong was bored after hearing this, so he held Yitian Sword in his arms, lit a cigar, leaned against the temple door, and leisurely watched the young monks from all directions carrying the corpse back and forth.

Although the young monk Shifang didn't recognize what a cigar was, seeing him so leisurely and thinking that these corpses were all his masterpieces, yet he had to suffer the consequences, he suddenly became angry.

I wanted to open my mouth to complain, but I always thought of the scene I saw when I opened the temple door and turned back. I glanced at Huang Shaohong for a few times, gritted my teeth, swallowed my complaints, and continued working.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. By the time Shifang finished his work, the already damp monk's robe had been completely soaked by the rain, and water was dripping down.

After closing the temple door again, Monk Shifang took off his robe and twisted it vigorously. Although it was still damp, it was much better than the dripping condition just now.

Just as he was about to put on the still damp monk's robe again, a cotton robe was suddenly handed to him. Shifang looked up and saw that the person holding the clothes over was the person who made him scared and angry.

Huang Shaohong saw the complicated look in Shifang's eyes and chuckled: "Little monk, you should catch a cold if you wear wet clothes. I happen to have dry clothes here, so I'll give them to you."

Shifang looked at the dry cotton robe with a rather moved expression. While hesitating, he heard his master say:

"Since the benefactor asked you to wear it, just wear it. A monk eats food from hundreds of families and wears clothes from hundreds of families. There is no need to be too polite!"

Although the old monk looked calm when he spoke, he still looked at Huang Shaohong with some surprise in his eyes, because with his eyesight he could not see where the other party took out the clothes.

When Shiwan heard this, his face lit up with joy. After thanking Huang Shaohong, he reached out and took the robe and put it on.

Huang Shaohong smiled at the old monk: "Master, you can see clearly!"

The old monk nodded to Huang Shaohong and said: "I think the donor is not like a very evil person, but the evil spirits in his body are changed by gods and ghosts. In the future, he still needs to accumulate virtue and do good deeds to remove the evil spirits to avoid karma and retribution in the future!"

When the young monk Shifang heard what his master said, his face turned bitter. He remembered Huang Shaohong's previous appearance with only one sword and corpses lying around him. He was afraid that he would become angry because of his embarrassment, so he immediately laughed and whispered:

"My master is old and his brain is not working very well. It's just a joke. Donor, please don't mind!"

However, Huang Shaohong ignored Shifang, but smiled and said to the old monk: "Master's golden and wise words, I will definitely keep them in mind!"

"But Master has misunderstood what happened today. The people I killed just now were all bandits. It is said that they were chasing two monks, an old man and a young man, who were carrying gold. They came all the way from Jinhua. After seeing you,

If you have evil intentions and want to commit murder, I will bear the consequences for you!"

The young monk Shifang was surprised: "Isn't that chasing me..."

"Shifang, go wipe the mountain god's statue clean!"

The old monk interrupted his apprentice, then nodded to Huang Shaohong and said: "I can't talk about gold and good words. I just hope that the benefactor will stop killing people, and the poor monk will have immeasurable merit!"

Huang Shaohong sneered, shook his head, and said nothing.

Knowing that he had made a mistake, Shifang stuck out his tongue, walked over and found a rag from his luggage, went outside, wetted it with rainwater, and wiped the statue himself.

However, while he was working with his hands, he couldn't stop talking and asked: "Master, don't our Buddhists worship Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Arhat? Why are we wiping this statue?"

The old monk stood up, clasped his hands and bowed twice to the mountain statue, and then explained to his disciple:

"Although the mountain gods and land belong to ghosts and ghosts, they guard one place and belong to the ghosts and gods of merit. We, the ascetics, should also respect them. After you have finished wiping them, come and pay homage to them."

Shiwan nodded in confusion: "I understand, Master!"

"Eh..." After the old monk finished speaking, Huang Shaohong clearly saw the angry statue of the mountain god and showed a kind smile.

When he blinked and looked again, the smile disappeared, and the statue remained the same as before.

After thinking about it, Huang Shaohong opened the door and stomped out the cigar while it was still on the ground. Then he took out three incense sticks from his bag and lit them. He walked to the statue, inserted it into the old incense burner, and bowed respectfully several times according to Taoist rituals.

Although he inherited the inheritance of a great shaman, he had studied scriptures in Wudang Mountain for a period of time in the "World of Dragons and Snakes" and received favors from Laozi, so he considered himself a member of the Taoist sect.

And whether it is the mountain god or the land, they are all evil gods in Taoism. There is no reason for a monk to worship them, but he is indifferent.

After praying, Shifang saw that Shifang had wiped and played with the idols, and also prayed to the idols. Then he walked to the old monk, took out two hard steamed buns from his luggage, handed one to the old monk, and the master and the disciple took it.

I started chewing it in my hand.

Shifang smiled proudly and said: "I'm sorry, donor, we only have the last two steamed buns left, but we can't invite you to enjoy them together!"

"Shifang!"

The old monk glared at his apprentice, and then said to Huang Shaohong: "If the donor has never used rice, I would like to ask the donor to eat this steamed bun!" He held the steamed bun and was about to hand it over.

Huang Shaohong looked at the steamed bun in the old monk's hand and saw two bite marks. There were also red blood stains on the teeth marks. He couldn't help but feel nauseated. Is it bleeding gums? It's disgusting to give it to others after it's been like this.

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He quickly refused and said: "No need, Master, I will bring my own food!"

As he spoke, he walked behind the statue and took out an alcohol pot. In addition, there was a black bag filled with hot pot ingredients such as mutton, fish balls, and dipping sauces.

The little monk Shifang’s eyes widened: “When I wiped the statue just now, there was nothing there. Where did you put these things?”

Huang Shaohong chuckled: "Maybe you didn't pay attention!"

He poured in the hot pot base ingredients and lit the alcohol pot. After a while, the soup began to boil and the strong aroma of the hot pot wafted out.

Shifang looked at the dry and hard steamed bun in his hand, and looked this way eagerly.

Huang Shaohong put the mutton into the pot. When the soup boiled again, the meat was cooked. He took a bite with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he pretended to invite sincerely:

"Two masters, this is authentic lamb meat. It is delicious and has no smell. If you don't mind it, why don't you use some together?"

The young monk Shifang swallowed his saliva and forced a smile: "No... no need, we are monks... we cannot eat meat..."

After saying one sentence, he swallowed three times, which showed that the young monk did not mean what he said.

On the other hand, the old monk's concentration was hundreds of times stronger than that of his apprentice. He looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his mouth with his mouth. He was unmoved by the eight winds and said calmly: "That's fine!"

After saying that, he stood up and came over to sit cross-legged next to the pot, clasping his hands together and saying, "Thank you so much, donor!"

After saying this, he didn't even use chopsticks. He reached out like a pot, scooped up a piece of mutton from the boiling soup, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

Huang Shaohong and Shifang both looked at the old monk in confusion. The former even asked: "Master, does the Buddha know that you are so awesome at eating meat?"

The old monk fished out another piece of mutton and ate it, and said nonchalantly: "The wine and meat are passing through, and the Buddha's heart is sitting in his heart. We who practice Buddhism are empty of all four elements. In the eyes of the poor monk, this mutton is no different from steamed buns with green vegetables."

Shifang's eyes lit up after hearing this, he came over and said with a smile: "Master, do you still say that? Then I will eat it too..."

The old monk's eyes widened, he pointed at the mutton churning in the hot pot and asked, "What is this?"

Shifang replied without knowing why: "Mutton!"

The old monk angrily rebuked: "My teacher sees it as a steamed bun with vegetables, but in your eyes it is mutton. It proves that you have not yet reached the state where the four elements are empty. Go and copy the Diamond Sutra ten times, and then recite the Great Compassion Mantra five thousand times!"

"Ah...Master..." Shifang said with a bitter look on his face. You can eat it yourself.

The old monk shouted while chewing the meat slices: "Go quickly!"

"It's master!"

Shifang responded, walked to the luggage with humiliation, took out a nearly bald writing brush, dipped it in the rainwater dripping in from in front of the temple door, and started writing the Diamond Sutra on the floor tiles.
To be continued...