That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Plum Garden is located at the end of the busy city. It is a magnificently decorated courtyard with white walls and black tiles. The green bamboo planted in the courtyard bends out of the low wall.

A man with the appearance of a housekeeper brought a few servants to wait outside the door. He was a little surprised to see a group of guests who had gone back and forth. Introduced into Fuchu.

The furnishings in the mansion are simple and elegant, and the plants in the garden have been carefully pruned to look lush and exquisite. Walking in the garden can not help but feel a little more pleasant.

The housekeeper who led the way in the front ordered the servants to prepare a few more guest rooms, then turned around and said apologetically, "My master is busy calculating the bills in the shop today, so he ordered me to arrange the residence for the master first, please forgive me for neglecting to entertain you." .”

"The butler is being polite. The poor monk met all the Taoist friends of the immortal sect on the road, so he invited them to come with him. It would be too much trouble. I wonder if there are enough rooms in the mansion? The poor monk can share a room with my nephew."

Hearing his words, the butler immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Master is really considerate. There have not been so many guests in the mansion for a long time, and the guest rooms are really not enough. I have ordered my servants to clean the long-standing rooms, lest I neglect you A few distinguished guests."

"When a monk stays out of things, it is enough to cover his head with a tile."

The housekeeper nodded in understanding, and summoned a young servant to give instructions. Before the group of people had walked a few steps, the little monk exclaimed and hid behind Wu Nian in a panic.

Seeing this, all the monks laughed in a low voice, Wu Nian shook his head helplessly, and said, "Chen Yi, Buddhists cultivate the mind, don't be surprised when things happen."

"Yes, uncle." When the little monk Chen lowered his head and said "Amitabha" twice, he looked up again at his calm and calm uncle, and pointed behind him.

The door of the originally closed reception hall was creaking and opening and closing. Through the opening and closing of the door, several coffins could be seen neatly lined up in the hall. It was obviously a sunny noon. But the room was very dark, and the dim lights were jumping, giving off a strange atmosphere.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet to my scalp, and I thought for a moment that my smooth, barren head was a bit cold, and I blurted out: "When did the Mei family even start the Yizhuang business?"

The monks who had just laughed at the little monk changed their faces, and hearing the creaking sound of the door shaft turning, they felt goose bumps all over their bodies.

A gust of cold wind blew through the soles of the feet, and the door, which opened and closed like a spring, slammed shut tightly with a "bang".

Xuan Qing quickly recovered from his astonishment, and asked the steward beside him, "I didn't see these coffins yesterday, what's going on?"

The housekeeper paused for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something terrible, and with a pale face, he replied with difficulty: "To tell you the truth, these coffins appeared three days ago, and the door is closed during the day and opened at night. Hey, Yixian didn’t see it when he came yesterday. The door of the lobby was bolted from the inside that night, and the sound of digging and digging coffins came from inside, which scared us so much that we couldn’t sleep all night. It was wide open, and the eight coffins were neatly placed in the center of the hall, and the people lying inside were all the modern ancestors of the Mei family. My master did not go to calculate the accounts, but went to the grave to plead guilty to the ancestors. "

Xuan Qing recalled yesterday's situation with a sullen face. The host was not at home, and the guests had absolutely no reason to go to the lobby to sit and drink tea and chat. Therefore, they were led all the way to the guest house by the housekeeper, and they did not pay attention to the closed doors and windows in the lobby.

The more prestigious a family is, the more they want to cover up a scandal. If it hadn't been broken on the spot today, the Mei family would never have confessed.

Wu Nian whispered a few scriptures that I read with a pure heart, and walked along the path in the garden without squinting. The monks looked at the closed hall and shivered, and followed.

Si Huai deliberately took a few steps behind, and when he turned around, he saw that the closed window was opened again, as if something was peeping at him through the gap.

This ghost, probably because he smelled his breath, became so insolent in the daytime.

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As a local wealthy family, I heard that Master Mei has a very vicious eye for picking people, and all the maids and servants he bought were handsome and handsome, but since the haunting, one or two of them have packed their bags and sneaked away.

It was getting late, and after dinner, Si Huai looked around, but he really didn't see the pretty girl, so he turned back to the guest house in the backyard with some disappointment, and when he passed by the lobby, he saw the little monk squatting On the roof, holding a pen and drawing something on the tiles.

The little monk had a baby face, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, which was very cute and pleasing, probably because he had been with Wu Nian for a long time, there was a bit of resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes.

Chen Yi also noticed the person below who was staring at him eagerly. Among a group of monks, he had a good impression of Si Huai, so he straightened his squatting posture a little bit, and put one free hand in front of him as a salute , politely said: "Si benefactor finished walking?"

"This garden is not an imperial palace. It's such a small space, and it can be finished in a few steps. What is the little master doing up there? Seeing that it's getting dark, aren't you afraid that the female ghost will lift the roof and fly out?"

Chen Yi was so bluffed by him, he swallowed in fear, and stammered, "Si benefactor, this little monk is not as bold as my uncle, so don't scare me."

Si Huai was amused by his appearance, laughed twice, put on a serious look, and said, "It's fine not to bluff you, let's discuss something? Don't call me 'Si benefactor' one by one. , how unlucky."

Chen Yi touched his bald head, and it took him a long time to realize what he meant by the unlucky words. He smiled bitterly and asked, "Then how should I call Si... Ouch!"

The back of his smooth and white head was hit hard by an outstretched hand that curled its knuckles. The little monk stretched out his hands to hug his head in pain, and the pen dipped in golden paint rolled down the eaves, and was covered by the people underneath. The man reached out and took it straight.

I don't know when Wu Nian got on the roof, a handsome face poked out from behind Chen Yi, got up and jumped down in one go, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Si Huai, stretched out a white hand, and said with a smile: "Little nephew You are stubborn, please trouble the benefactor."

That hand was well-proportioned and slender, probably from twisting the Buddha beads all the year round, with thin calluses on the knuckles of the index finger, just like the hand that held him 300 years ago.

Si Huai firmly suppressed the urge to grab it, and passed the pen in his hand. His fingers touched the warm palm inadvertently, and a huge wave suddenly set off in his heart.

"What happened to Master Huai?"

"Ah...it's nothing...there was a gust of cold wind just now, and this Miss Mei is probably going to come out. Why are there only two masters in the courtyard, and where are the others?"

"It doesn't matter, we are just copying the scriptures with gold paint around to drive away ghosts and suppress evil spirits, and they can't help much. Most of the grieving ghosts come out to make troubles when dreams come back at midnight. It's still early. Can the benefactor Have a cup of tea?"

A gleam flashed across Si Huai's eyes, and he nodded his head pretending to be reserved, "I just happened to be a little thirsty after walking."

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master! I haven't finished writing yet!" Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Chen on the roof hurriedly straightened up half of his body tremblingly, poked his head and looked down, and suddenly something spun straight up, right in front of him. It fell into his arms, and the golden lacquer stained a patch on the dusty monk robe, which looked very sloppy.

Chen Yi pulled the soiled clothes, looked at the two people walking away, and thought about the eight coffins lying under the tiles, suddenly felt a heavy responsibility, so he quickly dipped a few pens and quickly copied the scriptures.

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I don’t know how many monks lived in the guest house where I read, the furnishings are simple, the tea on the table was replaced by the maid of the Mei family earlier, and it has long been cold.

The great monk in a large gray robe floated out like a gust of wind, and returned shortly after with a set of heavy tea making utensils, spread them out on the wooden table, and leisurely brewed tea.

Wandering outside, his luggage only has a few simple clothes and dry food bought on the road. The tea stove bowl is naturally brought in from the kitchen, and the charcoal fire makes a crackling sound. The simple hut adds a bit of pure heart and Zen.

This bowl of tea was drank until the tip of the bamboo on the moon, it was not time to go to bed, but it was surprisingly quiet outside, presumably the servants were afraid and hid in the room and did not dare to come out.

Si Huai leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, looked out the window at Lang Lang Haoyue, and asked casually: "The word 'no thought' in the master's name means no worries about this world of mortals?"

"No." Wu Nian shook his head, poured out the unfinished tea in the cup to extinguish the charcoal fire in the furnace, and said slowly: "On the contrary, the two words of the poor monk's dharma name are "Miaomiao Hongchen, there is me." The 'I think' of 'what I think'."

"Oh?" Si Huai turned his head to look at him. This monk is not like the old monks with round faces and broad faces that we usually see in temples. The Merry Boy.

"The monks are relentless and desperate, and they pay attention to the purity of the six senses. In this world of mortals, the master still has concerns?"

"In life, there are not only love/desires to worry about, and monks to cut off right and wrong in the world of mortals, but birth, old age, sickness and death are worries, and the elders and children of the same family are worries. Traveling around, how to make the fasting meal not hungry, is also a daily concern. People, I am afraid that there are only the sages sitting in the pagoda."

Si Huai stared at him for a moment, secretly laughing in his heart, it really was that person's reincarnation, his serious appearance was the same as back then.

Perhaps his expression was too serious and focused, but Wu Nian was a little bit vain, raised his hand and touched his bald head, let out a "cough", immediately changed into an unserious and honest smile, and said: "Actually Well, there is a copybook in our monastery. My generation is the generation of "Wu". When the master named me, he found the word "Nian", so he called it "Wu Nian". Yes. Although monks do not lie, but in this world, there are no monks who abide by the rules and precepts, just to survive."

There was imperceptible loneliness in his tone, Si Huai followed him with a chuckle, didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.

No one knows better than him, who saw the heyday of Buddhism 300 years ago, how prosperous the temples were and how solemn and inviolable the rules and regulations were.

"Speaking of this, the poor monk also asked curiously, what is the meaning of the word 'praying for a boat' in the characters of Master Huai?"

"These two characters were a gift from an old friend. I was born on the banks of the Huai River, and I named it 'Huai'. I prayed that I could sail on the Huai River, and it meant peace for the country and the people."

"Amitabha." I recited the sentence for no reason, and said respectfully: "It seems that the almsgiver and your old friend are both people with the world in their hearts. Since they have such ambitions, why don't they become officials in the world?"

Why not join the WTO as an official?Si Huai looked at the face that was exactly the same as that of Lingjun in his previous life, and thought, "Because that bastard shaved his head a long time ago and became a compassionate monk."

This kind of slanderous words are not easy for Wu Nian, who has just met in this life, to hear. Si Huai was thinking about how to make up a sad story of "the old man died before his ambition", when he heard Chen Yi's voice from outside .

A gust of dark wind poured in from under the crack of the door, and the door that was not closed was creaked open. At the same time, the sound of knocking on the wall came from all around the room, accompanied by a faint, strange and ethereal singing.

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