Gui Gongzi [Green Snake]

The scholar was extremely surprised, this ghost boy can actually walk around the world in broad daylight?

Suddenly, Xie Xin raised his head, his eyes were facing the scholar's.

During the day, Xie Xin's eyes are a light amber color, and the scholar sees his own reflection in those indifferent eyes.

"There are some things, don't say it out loud." Xie Xin looked at the scholar and said slowly.

The monks from Dingguo Temple came down the steps and asked Xie Xin why he came, and someone asked about the scholar's condition.

The kind old monk heard that the scholar was going to Beijing to catch the exam, and he said heartily: "It's a coincidence, there will be an ox cart in the capital tomorrow to deliver ingredients and incense to the temple, and the almsgiver can go back with the ox cart, so that he doesn't have to travel hard and can get more money." Time to read a book."

"Thank you, master!" The scholar heard this, and bowed to the monk with palms together.

"Huh." Not far away, Ah Si rolled his eyes at the scholar again, then stopped looking at him, and said to the monk who helped carry the luggage, "Master, my son has been weak since he was a child, and he has been traveling all the way, and the midday sun is fierce. I'm afraid of hurting him, so I hope I can rest in the temple for a while."

"You need to ask our abbot." The young monk replied politely.

"It's time to work," Xie Xin said indifferently, and then called "Ah Si."

The servant cleverly took out a brocade box, and said: "My son has long heard that Dingguo Temple is full of incense, and the Buddha's fate keeps one side safe, so I just want to offer incense to promise peace, and I hope the master can take care of it."

"It's easy to talk, I'll go and talk to the abbot." The monk nodded, took the brocade box, and led the two into the gate of the temple.

The scholar was led by another old monk to live in a side courtyard temporarily.

Before leaving, he forgot about Xie Xin again.

The thin figure of the young man in white is like a lotus flower in the flames of the day, clear and light, as if it is about to be transparent by the sun.

Dingguo Temple is a Buddhist temple appointed by the royal family, and it is full of righteousness, which is not comparable to the demon temple like Lanruo Temple.

But Xie Xin was not intimidated here, except for looking a little sick, everything else was normal.

What the hell is this that can run so unimpeded in the world?

The scholar couldn't understand, and because of Xie Xin's "warning" just now, he had to pretend not to ask, and went to the remote guest room without knowing anything.

A big pilgrim came to Dingguo Temple, he seemed to be the son of a rich family, he gave a lot of treasures as money for sesame oil, and he would stay in the temple for a few days.

The news was not big or small, like a stone thrown into a large lake, causing a wave of waves, and then calmed down again.

After the sun went down, a monk brought lamp oil and pasta, said hello to the scholar, and then closed the door and left.

The scholar read the book for a while and felt that he drank too much porridge at night, so he went out of the room to "relax".

When passing by the side courtyard, he heard someone chatting.

There were two monks, one big and one young. The older one was in his twenties, and the younger one was only about thirteen or fourteen years old. The older one was doing the laundry, and the younger one was in charge of wringing out the clothes.

"The benefactor who lives in Yaju looks really nice today, but unfortunately, his health is too poor and his face is pale." The older monk washed his clothes in the bucket several times and handed them to the younger monk beside him.

"Master Abi told me to prepare the heat soup and send it to the benefactor. He will be much better then." The little monk's arms were thin and thin, but his strength was not weak. in the basket.

"However, he is a big gold master. The sesame oil money he gave this time is not silver, but pure pearls and jades." When the great monk mentioned this, his tone was different, and his eyes widened. "I passed by the abbot's room after lunch, and saw him counting there, hey, hey, emeralds the size of a child's fist, one piece after another, it's just..."

The young monk glared at the other party and said, "It's all incense money dedicated to the Buddha, why are you lamenting there?"

The great monk rolled his eyes: "Fa Hai, you are too naive, what are you dedicated to the Buddha, these gems will eventually go into the pocket of the abbot—"

The little monk was very angry when he heard this, and said a series of words such as "disrespect to the Buddha", "disrespect to the abbot", "spreading rumors and causing trouble", etc., the scholar couldn't listen to it anymore, and went to the toilet anxiously.

He didn't know that tonight, Dingguo Temple would see the first blood of this bloody storm of revenge.

Abbot Jingde knelt in front of the golden Buddha, knocking on the wooden fish "dudu".

"Namo, drink Ratana, Dora Yeye..."

Muttering the Buddha's words to purify the mind, Jingde squeezed his eyes, twisted the beads in one hand, and looked merciful and compassionate as if he had forgotten all his sorrows.

The temple is so quiet day and night, and the monks also go to sleep regularly. Tomorrow, after the cock crows, they should beat the drum and ring the bell, burn incense and sit in meditation.

In the past, Jingde would also be in meditation, but today, he was a little flustered.

So, he came to the Buddhist hall, lit the eternal lamp, knelt down in front of the Buddha, and knocked on the wooden fish leisurely.

There was a wind blowing outside, a few black clouds covered the bright moon, and the sky suddenly became darker.

All of a sudden, a gust of cool wind blows through the hall, the golden lamp flickers, and Jingde's hand pauses.

"Ah……"

The low laughter sounded like a whisper in the ears.

Jingde put down the wooden fish, held the Buddhist beads with one hand, and slowly raised his head.

Directly above, the Buddha's face is kind and stable, defiant to everything.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"Hehe, monk..."

A low and forbearable smile, as if unable to conceal the joy in his heart, fluttered in his ears constantly flirting from time to time.

"What a boring monk, look at me..."

Jingde stared at the Buddha steadfastly, like an elm tree, which does not smell or move.

Finally, a hand stroked Jingde's shoulder gently and boldly, with fingertips like green onion roots, sliding across the grain of the cassock.

"Monster, how dare you act presumptuously in front of the Buddha." Jingde suddenly opened his eyes, and slapped his side with the wind in his palm.

This palm gathered some of his internal energy, some of his mana, and if an ordinary monster was hit, it would be instantly shaken out of its wits.

However, a mud cow fell into the sea, and there was nothing beside him.

The fluttering laughter grew louder and echoed in the dome: "You let me be presumptuous, so I will be presumptuous, abbot, but you let me in."

Jingde looked up with a serious face.

Ninety-nine and 81 gold pagoda pictures are inlaid here, shining brightly, and they are all Buddha images, so why is it so evil?

Jingde was also very surprised, Dingguo Temple was majestic and upright, and there had never been any evil spirits entering the temple.

The evildoer said that he let it in by himself.

Could it be that I did something wrong with my true thought...

Jingde was suddenly startled, and a certain old thing gradually came to life in his mind.

30 years ago, in Yuanhe Palace, the sentence "If you don't die, thank you, you will die." Xie's family is full...

"Hahaha, He Rushi, it's good for you, hide in Dingguo Temple, be your abbot with peace of mind, and earn tens of millions of dollars! My box of gems will make you smile!"

Jingde hardened his heart, and shouted sharply: "Demons, ghosts, and ghosts, don't show up before the Buddha!!"

The obscuring evils above the Buddhist hall fell down, entrenched in front of Jingde.

The strong wind blew out tens of thousands of offering lamps, and the two ever-burning lamps in front of the Golden Buddha also flickered, and finally went out sadly.

Jingde, too, saw a young man with long hair take shape in front of him, his expression changed from solemn to dazed.

It was supposed to be a delicate and handsome face, but now it has been carefully painted with a new appearance.

The corners of the sharp eyes and brows were drawn with ink, becoming soft and charming, the lips were as red as Zhu Dan, the corners of the mouth were carelessly hooked, and the face was as white as suet.

A face with sharp edges and corners has become soft and delicate, with charming eyes like silk.

"He Rushi, don't you like this look?" Xie Xin covered his lips, with a clear and lazy voice, and looked at the other party with a smile.

This smile was unbelievable, Jingde's breathing became heavy, and his forehead was sweating constantly, thinking of those ridiculous things 30 years ago.

Xie Xin still looks young and beautiful, but he is already old.

Touching his vicissitudes of face with his white hands, Xie Xin breathed like blue: "He Rushi, you said back then that if I were a woman, I would definitely ask my father to marry me, and I will marry you in a beautiful way... Now, you still don't want to marry me?" Do you have any idea?"

Xie Xin was wearing a bright red long robe, and with a slight movement, the front of the skirt fell apart, exposing a large piece of jade-white skin to the air.