Daming's Bizarre Story: Painted Skin

The two guards drew their swords in a hurry, and the lantern in their hands fell to the ground. The scene suddenly went dark, and the sound of flooding in the ears made people think carefully and terribly.

Jiuru opened his mouth and whispered the word "嗡", and the rats approaching them screamed, and hurriedly dodged, as if drawing an arc to scatter away from them.

Wantong on the side was also terrified, the fat on his face trembling uncontrollably, after the Jiuru Yizi Daming mantra was finished, the rats changed their way and then he let out a sigh of relief: "The roar of the Buddha is really superb. "

It was clear that Jiu Ru was not reciting a mantra, but he didn't expect the tender-faced Jiu Ru to be as domineering as a lion's roar, so he heard Jiu Ru say in his ear: "The rats have retreated."

He was still holding Jiuru in surprise, coughed twice, loosened Jiuru's waist and patted the horse: "My uncle's martial arts are as good as my father said, especially the lion's roar skill, which is not as good as it is." Brother-in-law, teach me twice."

Obviously there is no need to learn martial arts, but since he can't learn from Jiu Ru, he has to find another reason to get close to Jiu Ru.

"Your roots are not made for learning martial arts." Jiu Ru simply pierced Zhao Ran's thoughts, then said after a pause, "But some light-weight skills can still be learned."

Zhaoran was a little disappointed at first, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately said happily: "Thank you, uncle, then I will go back and look for you."

Wantong glanced at him sideways, but called "talent" in his heart, regardless of other status and status, just talking about his appearance, Buddha's face is a little softer than this kid, but this kid calls him uncle without the slightest bit. If you feel ashamed, you know that this person is indeed a material that can make things happen.

Zhaoran didn't know how much he was watched by Wantonggao. He then pretended to be lame, and walked forward holding Jiuru's arm. It's a pity in my heart.

For a person with personality like Zhaoran, youth is only an inch long, so why should a gentleman be stained with the fragrance of Buddha, a person should live happily in the world, eat what he should eat, drink what he should drink, just like a man with such a good appearance, it is enough to dye it It should be stained with powder fragrance.

As for himself, he crawled out of the grave and even skinned others. He felt that he should do whatever he wanted, so that he could live up to the kindness or malice that God bestowed on him.

Before he reached the gate of the back palace, it was clear that his determination to pull Jiuru ashore was as firm as a rock.

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The mouse ran away for most of the time, but there were still mice jumping up and down in front of the whole hall. Several people walked in, and when they knocked on the door at the back, they heard a woman's screaming from inside.

"Master Jin Yiwei Wan is here, but he hasn't opened the door yet."

After a while, the door of the palace was opened, revealing a face that was still full of fear. After seeing the people around Wantong clearly, the woman showed a look of surprise: "The Buddha is here!"

The door opened with a "squeak", and a few nuns with long hair stood by the door with their belongings in their hands. Wantong stepped into the hall and frowned, "Where is your princess?"

The young nun who opened the door stood up and said, "Lord Wan, the princess is in the Buddhist room at the back."

"Take us to her."

The nun put down the stick in her hand, led Wantong and the others around to the back, and tapped on the corner door at the back: "Forbearance, Master Buddha and Master Jin Yiwei Wan are here."

The corner door opened in response, and a middle-aged nun came out from inside, bent down to pay respects and said, "Buddha son, Master Wan."

"Are you the daughter-in-law of the princess?" Wantong asked.

From princess to princess, Gu'an has been teaching Buddhism in Fayan Temple. The palace sent several female officials to serve Gu'an in name, but in fact it was to supervise Gu'an's words and deeds.

Although it was a well-known matter, Wan An said it without restraint, which still made these female officials feel a little uncomfortable. The middle-aged nun bent down and replied: "The queen mother said when she sent us here. Temples are all forbearance, and there are no more female officials."

Zhaoran couldn't help but asked Jiuru next to him: "Aren't they nuns? What does "forbearance" mean?" He had only heard nuns called bhikkhunis.

Jiuru said: "Fayan Temple enshrines the past Buddha, also known as the Abandoned Corpse Buddha, and the attendant of the Abandoned Corpse Buddha is called Renxing."

"Abandoned corpse?"

The middle-aged nun raised her hands together and said, "It is an illusion to create good things, and it is also an illusion to create all evil karma. The body is like foam and the heart is like the wind. The illusion has no roots and no real nature."

Zhao Ran replied: "Good and evil are illusions, so don't we need to punish evil and promote good?"

The middle-aged nun didn't know who the boy with the white veil was, so she hurriedly said: "The meaning of these four Buddhist verses is to do all good things with a mind that is free from attachment."

Don't leave a name for doing good deeds, Zhao Ran thought to himself that if he hadn't abandoned the corpse, strictly speaking he would be dragging the corpse, or else there is really such a similarity, could it be that...

"Sounds like, the Abandoned Corpse Buddha is not really an abandoned corpse." Jiu Ru interrupted Zhaoran's imagination at the right time.

Wantong couldn't bear to say some Buddhist words, if it wasn't for the Buddha's presence, he couldn't even listen to these two sentences, so he asked, "How did this happen?"

The voice of the middle-aged nun trembled slightly: "I don't know how this happened. In the afternoon, two lay monks came to fulfill their vows..."

Zhao Ran interjected, "Does your temple allow other believers to come in?"

The middle-aged female nun said: "The Buddha crosses a predestined person, that is, how can the temple refuse believers to visit the Buddha."

"Then how do you know they are here to fulfill their vows?" Zhao Ran asked again.

The middle-aged nun replied: "They donated two trees."

"Tree?"

Zhaoran has heard of donating monuments, but he has never heard of donating trees.

Jiu Ru said: "The Abandoned Corpse Buddha becomes a Buddha under a tree."

The middle-aged nun said, "Yes, two believers donated 100 taels of tree money each."

Zhaoran was heartbroken, and only then did he understand that it was just a change of name for the temple to make money.

Wantong said impatiently: "And then..."

"Yes." The middle-aged nun said, "The two lay monks finished planting trees on the mountain behind the temple. It was already late when they came down from the mountain. It was almost our evening class before leaving the temple. I told another Forbearance, that is, Qiurong went to close the temple gate and brought the account book."

"What ledger?" Wantong asked immediately.

"It was the princess who ordered us to remember that all the charitable money in the temple must be settled, one copy is kept in the temple, and the other is handed over to the clan's mansion."

Wantong frowned, and waved his hand for the nun to continue.

The nun said with a trembling voice: "Qiu Rong has been away for a long time and did not return. At that time, I was having evening class in the hall with some other Ren Xing. Suddenly, the voice of the Buddha sounded in the hall, saying that Qiu Rong had violated the precept of killing and wanted to take her down." Avici hell."

She said that several female officers all started to cry, Wantong sneered, and all the female officers stopped in fright, and the middle-aged nun quickly said: "We dare not get up, we all lie on the ground, after waiting Some time ago, we didn't hear the Buddha's instructions, so we got up and went to Qiurong, but only saw, but only saw..."

She chattered her teeth and said: "Qiu Rong's room was full of rats, she, her body was bitten by rats, and she was bitten to death alive."

As soon as she finished speaking, all the female officials trembled into a ball. It seemed that they were frightened, and they didn't seem to be fake. The fat flesh on Wantong's face couldn't help shaking, and he glanced at the tall golden Buddha statue above his head.

"There were more and more rats, so we retreated into the main hall, killed a few rats that rushed in, and hid here." The middle-aged nun pointed to the blurred lumps of flesh and blood on the ground. These few mice don't know how many times they were beaten by these terrified female officials in turn to become such a mess.

Zhao Ran asked: "Since you all hid in, who notified the National Teacher Tower?"

"Important places in the capital are equipped with loud arrows, which will be set off when the monsters come out. The Buddha must have seen the arrows coming, right?" said Wan Dao.

Jiuru nodded.

Zhaoran tsk tsk in his heart, Jiuru is a very hard worker to be a disciple of the Buddha.

Wantong looked at Zhaoran again and said, "What did you see?"

Zhao Ran asked, "These two lay Buddhists are here to fulfill their wish?"

"A layman surnamed He was a silk merchant in Zhenze, the capital city. He had no children for many years. He did not know how many temples he worshiped and how much money he donated. Later, he put incense sticks in our temple, and when he returned, he had a concubine. She was pregnant. The second layman was a scholar named Jin. His old mother was seriously ill, and he sought medical treatment in many ways, but after going to the temple and making a wish, the old mother’s illness was cured without any medicine.”

Wantong couldn't help looking at the statue a few more times.

Zhaoran asked: "Can I see that Qiurong, no, the corpse of that Ren Xing?"

Just as the middle-aged nun was about to speak, another nun came out of the Buddhist hall. She was about thirty years old. Unlike others, she had already been ordained. She said, "The princess said , although Qiu Rong committed a fault, but she has already redeemed her sins, so it is not easy to humiliate her. The disciples under the Buddha's seat are naturally taken care of by the Buddha, and the Princess said what she said, the Buddha will be able to understand."

Wantong couldn't help lowering his face: "Are you trying to embarrass me?"

The female nun said: "Jinghui doesn't dare, if Master Wan invites a maid to come over, the princess will definitely not embarrass you. If there is no maid, then don't embarrass the princess."

The two were deadlocked.

Zhao Ran raised his hand and said, "Then I won't look at it, just close my eyes and smell it, can I smell it?"

"Wear..." Wantong looked at Zhaoran with a strange expression, and Zhaoran knew that they were going to misunderstand and quickly added: "I just need to smell it one meter away from the body of that Ren Xing."

Jiuru said, "I'll go with him."

Jinghui sized them up before agreeing, "Yes, but we have to tie them up ourselves."

Zhaoran saw that Jinghui took the white cloth from someone else, apologized, and bound Jiuru's eyes, and then Jinghui took a cloth bag, but she did not remove the cloth from Zhaoran's eyes. Straight away, he directly put the whole cloth bag on his head, and his eyes were suddenly dark.

"Why don't the differences be so obvious!" Zhao Ran cried out inwardly.

After everything was settled, Zhao Ran only listened to Jing Hui said: "Sirs, please wait here, poor nuns will come as soon as they go."

"I don't want you to go, I want that female Bodhisattva who spoke kindly just now!" Zhao Ran said.

Jinghui's expression has always been flat, even facing Wantong who has a fierce reputation, she has not changed her color at all, and she can't help her eyelids twitching at this moment. She thought for a while and turned her head: "Qiu Ru, you can accompany them for a while. Let's go."

Qiu Ru didn't expect that Zhao Ran would call her by name, so she hurried out of the line and said in a low voice, "Yes."

She led Zhao Ran out of the hall, turned her head and glanced behind her, and said in a low voice: "Master Jing Hui is too strict by nature, what you said just now will make her unhappy."

"So what if I'm not happy! I'm not happy to listen to her talk, so I don't want her to follow." Zhao Ran didn't care, and heard Jiuru's slight footsteps in his ear, and said, "Life is alive, you should have a good time, say something when you have something to say, Drink as much as you can, eat as much as you want, marry a few beautiful concubines, and sleep together..."

Before he finished his life instructions, he stumbled on the threshold next to him. He let out an "Aiyo" and grabbed Jiuru's waist without any hassle.

He also hugged Jiuru's waist just now, but at that time he was scared out of his wits by the rats, and he hugged him with his hands together. Now when he hooked it with one hand, he felt that Jiuru's waist was very thin between his fingers. The appearance of Jiuru in his mind appeared, and even his heart felt a little numb in an instant.