Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With
Chapter 18
The monk's voice was deep and gentle, like an ancient bell ringing in the mountains at dusk, and it made people's hearts suddenly calm down, with the aura of an eminent monk.
It's just that what he said was completely contrary to this temperament.
Long Ya put the cloth bag on the table, stood leaning against the edge of the table, and asked, "Did you enjoy the game?"
Master Huijia still replied unhurriedly: "It's a little stuck."
Qi Chen: "..." Master, you are the abbot, master, but it's amazing that the temple's net can carry games...
"What did you bring this time? It's a heavy resentment." Hui Jia turned off the game and switched the computer to standby, and then turned around.
Qi Chen originally thought that the person who can sit in the position of abbot must be at least 40 years old, and Hui Jia's voice sounds old, but it has a sense of calm that young people don't have.
So when he saw Hui Jia's face, he was completely dumbfounded——
It was an unbelievably young face, with extremely fair skin, handsome eyebrows, and a cinnabar mole on the forehead. The location of the mole couldn't be more coincidental, just between the two eyebrows, as if a demon monk was alive!Wearing a monk's robe and going down the mountain to deceive girls is sure to deceive every one!
The only thing that can make people feel a little convincing is probably the way he looks at people, the paint-like eyes seem to contain everything in the world, but also seem to be empty.
He raised his hand and saluted Qi Chen who was sitting, but turned to Longya without asking any further questions.
Apparently, Long Ya was used to seeing his face, so he didn't respond. He opened the cloth bag on the table and said, "Why, you smell very strong?"
"The sauce is rich and fragrant, and the fragrance wafts ten miles away." Hui Jia walked to the table, took a closer look at the white bones in Bubao, and asked, "Which deep mountain and old forest did you go to collect them?"
"You think I'm you? You're so full that you go up the mountain in a hurry to find such things to pick up and play with?" Long Ya said angrily.
Hui Jia said "Oh", pointing to the bones: "I don't think you picked them up on your own initiative. Didn't you say that you used to hold your nose and stay away from the eight wars when you saw them?"
Long Ya twitched the corner of his mouth: "Nonsense! Who can bear the smell of rotten leather and corpse oil! Isn't this what I was entrusted with to be loyal?"
Qi Chen was confused, but it sounded like Hui Jia and Long Ya were talking about this skeleton, the old lady's son.
So the old lady's son is not an ordinary person?Is the terracotta master the one who makes that kind of terracotta?Qi Chen became a little confused when he thought about it——
Those terracotta figurines didn't look like good things. When they rushed forward to attack them, Longya killed a row of heads without hesitation, and burned his instep... The terracotta master is not a good person either?
But if there is a character who deserves to be punished, how can Long Ya be so kind as to help him burrow?
Before Qi Chen could figure it out, he saw Hui Jia had already picked up the cloth bag and walked out of the room.
Only then did he realize that Hui Jia was actually barefoot all the time.
In such a cold and snowy night, he actually stepped out of the door with bare feet, stepped on the thin snow on the ground, and walked into the courtyard.
Qi Chen shrank his feet subconsciously, then raised his head and asked Long Ya who was still standing by the table: "Don't we need to follow?"
Longya shook his head.
They were very close to the door, and the lights from the house cast shadows on the courtyard, outlining everything in the courtyard.
Like many families in the villages and towns on the outskirts of Jiang City, this temple likes to open a well in the courtyard. Although there are very few people actually drinking the well water now, the well has been kept unsealed.
Seeing Hui Jia standing by the well with a cloth bag and looking up at the sky, he chose a position and sat down cross-legged on the mat facing the mouth of the well.
He put the cloth bag on the ground, spread it out, then took off the prayer beads on his wrist and held them in his hands, while coiling the prayer beads, he recited scriptures in a low voice.
Qi Chen couldn't hear the content of the scriptures clearly, but felt that the ancient bell-like voice was extremely peaceful.
He watched helplessly as a layer of light emanated from Hui Jia's chest, and a golden Buddha seal floated out, spinning and covering the pack of bones.
Once the Buddha's seal was placed on the cage, those broken bones seemed to have been tortured to the bone, and they struggled restlessly. Like piercing his heart.
Qi Chen in the room couldn't help but feel worried, but Hui Jia, who was sitting cross-legged, still had his eyes closed, and the speed and pitch of his speech didn't change at all, and he wasn't disturbed at all.
Reciting scriptures in a deep voice still flows like water, and Buddha seals are still emerging one after another on his chest, and then they are caged on the pile of bones one after another.
After the bones shook violently like crazy for a while, Qi Chen saw a layer of glowing things peel off from the bones. It seemed that there were many, many resentful spirits wrapped in that thing, and they struggled forward and rushed towards Hui Jia one after another. Go, like a sponge soaked in water, instantly rose to the height of two people, covering him like a curtain.
Hui Jia just opened his eyes quietly, still holding the Buddha beads in his left hand, turned up and down a few times with his right hand, and moved the Buddha seal from his chest to his palm, then pulled it, raised his hand and patted the huge Buddha seal on the ground lightly. On the curtain, then the palm of the hand exerted force suddenly, pushing the thing into the mouth of the well with a mighty momentum.
Another one fell down from the string of beads in the palm, and bounced into the well, making a soft splash, and then there was no more movement.
After finishing all this, Hui Jia read a few scriptures to the cleaned bones, then saluted, got up and carried the bag of bones back to the house.
The moment he entered the room, Qi Chen felt that the color of the cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrow suddenly became more obvious, and it was so bright red that it would turn into blood beads and drip down in the next second.
Hui Jia handed the cloth bag to Long Ya and stood still near the door. He made a hand gesture with eyebrows downcast, the meaning was very obvious: the matter is over, Long Benefactor, if you have nothing to say, you can go away...
Long Ya was also used to his routine, so he readily put Qi Chen on his shoulders and walked out carrying the cloth bag, but when he stepped out the door, he stopped as if thinking of something, scratched his cheek and said, "Oh By the way, you help me look at this—"
Hui Jia raised his eyes: "What is it?"
Long Ya took out the gold-encrusted white jade bracelet from his pocket, and before Hui Jia raised his hand, he stretched it directly under Hui Jia's nose: "Hey—help me smell if there is a golden soldier on it."
Hui Jia: "..."
Qi Chen silently covered his face. He suddenly understood the meaning of Shan Xiao's sentence "Master Huijia probably felt very broken when he saw you again". How could this kind of person not be beaten to death by other disciples in the temple? Who can bear being a dog!
However, Master Huijia probably upholds the idea that all things are animistic and all beings are equal, so he didn't put a Buddha seal on Longya's face, but only raised his lips and said: "The poor monk really smelled a demonic air, tell me, Lord Longya, The breath of the main body is exactly the same."
Long Ya: "...You are itchy, bald donkey, right?!" The Yaodao is just a Yaodao, so what is a Yaosao? !
Huijia lowered his eyes: "Amitabha. The poor monk scratched it today, and the skin is not itchy yet. Long Benefactor, please take your other foot out, the poor monk wants to close the door."
Longya: "..."
Qi Chen suddenly felt that Master Hui Jia was indeed an eminent monk!
Long Ya was still familiar with the way when he left the temple, but it was only at this time that Qi Chen realized that the temple was a bit too quiet.It seems that except for the courtyard in Huijia, there is no place with lights on.Moreover, Long Ya went straight into Hui Jia's yard like this, but unexpectedly no novice came out to ask, after all, Hui Jia is also an abbot.
When stepping out of the gate, Qi Chen looked up at the plaque on the gate, on which was written the name of this temple - Wanling Temple.
"Where are the other people in this temple? Why didn't they even see a single shadow. Besides, Master Huijia is so capable, why does this temple not seem to be full of incense, and there is no repair when the lamp is broken." Go back to the car and buckle Good seat belt, Qi Chen couldn't help asking Long Ya.
Long Ya stepped on the accelerator, made a turn, drove the car down the mountain, and said, "He is the only one in this temple, of course you can't see the shadows of other people."
Qi Chen was surprised: "What does it mean that he is alone?!"
"That's what you understand." Long Ya didn't seem to be in a bad mood, and patiently explained a few more words, "This temple is not an ordinary temple. You saw it just now. Hui Jia attached this skeleton The resentful spirits were cleared out and put into the well. This is not the first time. Don’t look at this dilapidated temple, which is so small and inconspicuous, there are millions of resentful spirits suppressed under this temple!”
"Suppressing millions of resentful spirits? Then he still lives here?!" Qi Chen thought about Hui Jia's calm and unmoving appearance just now, and suddenly felt a pain in his liver—it turned out that the man had been sleeping in bed all day long. Is it on the crater? !Are you afraid that one day you will fall asleep and the millions of resentful spirits below will turn the sky upside down? !
Long Ya sneered and glanced at him: "This place has always been a most shady place, the easiest place to gather resentful spirits, and also the easiest to change. That's why he has to stay here and keep those resentful spirits in check, lest they have any A chance to turn around."
Qi Chen recalled Hui Jia's extremely young appearance, and couldn't help asking: "How many years has he been here?"
Long Ya thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know the details, anyway, when I knew him, he had already lived here, and that was seven or eight hundred years ago."
Qi Chen: "..." Every time these people report their age, he feels his eyes go dark.
"Okay, what's there to talk about that bald donkey! Sit tight, I'm going to speed up and take a shortcut, I have to go back to get down to business!" Long Ya said, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, looking like he wanted to drive the car into the air look.
Qi Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, grabbed the handle of the car roof, and asked, "What's the business?"
Longya exploded: "You don't know what you repaired?! My body is still missing a piece! What can be more correct than this?"
Qi Chen: "..." Oh, I almost forgot, this is a disabled person, missing a head.
It's just that what he said was completely contrary to this temperament.
Long Ya put the cloth bag on the table, stood leaning against the edge of the table, and asked, "Did you enjoy the game?"
Master Huijia still replied unhurriedly: "It's a little stuck."
Qi Chen: "..." Master, you are the abbot, master, but it's amazing that the temple's net can carry games...
"What did you bring this time? It's a heavy resentment." Hui Jia turned off the game and switched the computer to standby, and then turned around.
Qi Chen originally thought that the person who can sit in the position of abbot must be at least 40 years old, and Hui Jia's voice sounds old, but it has a sense of calm that young people don't have.
So when he saw Hui Jia's face, he was completely dumbfounded——
It was an unbelievably young face, with extremely fair skin, handsome eyebrows, and a cinnabar mole on the forehead. The location of the mole couldn't be more coincidental, just between the two eyebrows, as if a demon monk was alive!Wearing a monk's robe and going down the mountain to deceive girls is sure to deceive every one!
The only thing that can make people feel a little convincing is probably the way he looks at people, the paint-like eyes seem to contain everything in the world, but also seem to be empty.
He raised his hand and saluted Qi Chen who was sitting, but turned to Longya without asking any further questions.
Apparently, Long Ya was used to seeing his face, so he didn't respond. He opened the cloth bag on the table and said, "Why, you smell very strong?"
"The sauce is rich and fragrant, and the fragrance wafts ten miles away." Hui Jia walked to the table, took a closer look at the white bones in Bubao, and asked, "Which deep mountain and old forest did you go to collect them?"
"You think I'm you? You're so full that you go up the mountain in a hurry to find such things to pick up and play with?" Long Ya said angrily.
Hui Jia said "Oh", pointing to the bones: "I don't think you picked them up on your own initiative. Didn't you say that you used to hold your nose and stay away from the eight wars when you saw them?"
Long Ya twitched the corner of his mouth: "Nonsense! Who can bear the smell of rotten leather and corpse oil! Isn't this what I was entrusted with to be loyal?"
Qi Chen was confused, but it sounded like Hui Jia and Long Ya were talking about this skeleton, the old lady's son.
So the old lady's son is not an ordinary person?Is the terracotta master the one who makes that kind of terracotta?Qi Chen became a little confused when he thought about it——
Those terracotta figurines didn't look like good things. When they rushed forward to attack them, Longya killed a row of heads without hesitation, and burned his instep... The terracotta master is not a good person either?
But if there is a character who deserves to be punished, how can Long Ya be so kind as to help him burrow?
Before Qi Chen could figure it out, he saw Hui Jia had already picked up the cloth bag and walked out of the room.
Only then did he realize that Hui Jia was actually barefoot all the time.
In such a cold and snowy night, he actually stepped out of the door with bare feet, stepped on the thin snow on the ground, and walked into the courtyard.
Qi Chen shrank his feet subconsciously, then raised his head and asked Long Ya who was still standing by the table: "Don't we need to follow?"
Longya shook his head.
They were very close to the door, and the lights from the house cast shadows on the courtyard, outlining everything in the courtyard.
Like many families in the villages and towns on the outskirts of Jiang City, this temple likes to open a well in the courtyard. Although there are very few people actually drinking the well water now, the well has been kept unsealed.
Seeing Hui Jia standing by the well with a cloth bag and looking up at the sky, he chose a position and sat down cross-legged on the mat facing the mouth of the well.
He put the cloth bag on the ground, spread it out, then took off the prayer beads on his wrist and held them in his hands, while coiling the prayer beads, he recited scriptures in a low voice.
Qi Chen couldn't hear the content of the scriptures clearly, but felt that the ancient bell-like voice was extremely peaceful.
He watched helplessly as a layer of light emanated from Hui Jia's chest, and a golden Buddha seal floated out, spinning and covering the pack of bones.
Once the Buddha's seal was placed on the cage, those broken bones seemed to have been tortured to the bone, and they struggled restlessly. Like piercing his heart.
Qi Chen in the room couldn't help but feel worried, but Hui Jia, who was sitting cross-legged, still had his eyes closed, and the speed and pitch of his speech didn't change at all, and he wasn't disturbed at all.
Reciting scriptures in a deep voice still flows like water, and Buddha seals are still emerging one after another on his chest, and then they are caged on the pile of bones one after another.
After the bones shook violently like crazy for a while, Qi Chen saw a layer of glowing things peel off from the bones. It seemed that there were many, many resentful spirits wrapped in that thing, and they struggled forward and rushed towards Hui Jia one after another. Go, like a sponge soaked in water, instantly rose to the height of two people, covering him like a curtain.
Hui Jia just opened his eyes quietly, still holding the Buddha beads in his left hand, turned up and down a few times with his right hand, and moved the Buddha seal from his chest to his palm, then pulled it, raised his hand and patted the huge Buddha seal on the ground lightly. On the curtain, then the palm of the hand exerted force suddenly, pushing the thing into the mouth of the well with a mighty momentum.
Another one fell down from the string of beads in the palm, and bounced into the well, making a soft splash, and then there was no more movement.
After finishing all this, Hui Jia read a few scriptures to the cleaned bones, then saluted, got up and carried the bag of bones back to the house.
The moment he entered the room, Qi Chen felt that the color of the cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrow suddenly became more obvious, and it was so bright red that it would turn into blood beads and drip down in the next second.
Hui Jia handed the cloth bag to Long Ya and stood still near the door. He made a hand gesture with eyebrows downcast, the meaning was very obvious: the matter is over, Long Benefactor, if you have nothing to say, you can go away...
Long Ya was also used to his routine, so he readily put Qi Chen on his shoulders and walked out carrying the cloth bag, but when he stepped out the door, he stopped as if thinking of something, scratched his cheek and said, "Oh By the way, you help me look at this—"
Hui Jia raised his eyes: "What is it?"
Long Ya took out the gold-encrusted white jade bracelet from his pocket, and before Hui Jia raised his hand, he stretched it directly under Hui Jia's nose: "Hey—help me smell if there is a golden soldier on it."
Hui Jia: "..."
Qi Chen silently covered his face. He suddenly understood the meaning of Shan Xiao's sentence "Master Huijia probably felt very broken when he saw you again". How could this kind of person not be beaten to death by other disciples in the temple? Who can bear being a dog!
However, Master Huijia probably upholds the idea that all things are animistic and all beings are equal, so he didn't put a Buddha seal on Longya's face, but only raised his lips and said: "The poor monk really smelled a demonic air, tell me, Lord Longya, The breath of the main body is exactly the same."
Long Ya: "...You are itchy, bald donkey, right?!" The Yaodao is just a Yaodao, so what is a Yaosao? !
Huijia lowered his eyes: "Amitabha. The poor monk scratched it today, and the skin is not itchy yet. Long Benefactor, please take your other foot out, the poor monk wants to close the door."
Longya: "..."
Qi Chen suddenly felt that Master Hui Jia was indeed an eminent monk!
Long Ya was still familiar with the way when he left the temple, but it was only at this time that Qi Chen realized that the temple was a bit too quiet.It seems that except for the courtyard in Huijia, there is no place with lights on.Moreover, Long Ya went straight into Hui Jia's yard like this, but unexpectedly no novice came out to ask, after all, Hui Jia is also an abbot.
When stepping out of the gate, Qi Chen looked up at the plaque on the gate, on which was written the name of this temple - Wanling Temple.
"Where are the other people in this temple? Why didn't they even see a single shadow. Besides, Master Huijia is so capable, why does this temple not seem to be full of incense, and there is no repair when the lamp is broken." Go back to the car and buckle Good seat belt, Qi Chen couldn't help asking Long Ya.
Long Ya stepped on the accelerator, made a turn, drove the car down the mountain, and said, "He is the only one in this temple, of course you can't see the shadows of other people."
Qi Chen was surprised: "What does it mean that he is alone?!"
"That's what you understand." Long Ya didn't seem to be in a bad mood, and patiently explained a few more words, "This temple is not an ordinary temple. You saw it just now. Hui Jia attached this skeleton The resentful spirits were cleared out and put into the well. This is not the first time. Don’t look at this dilapidated temple, which is so small and inconspicuous, there are millions of resentful spirits suppressed under this temple!”
"Suppressing millions of resentful spirits? Then he still lives here?!" Qi Chen thought about Hui Jia's calm and unmoving appearance just now, and suddenly felt a pain in his liver—it turned out that the man had been sleeping in bed all day long. Is it on the crater? !Are you afraid that one day you will fall asleep and the millions of resentful spirits below will turn the sky upside down? !
Long Ya sneered and glanced at him: "This place has always been a most shady place, the easiest place to gather resentful spirits, and also the easiest to change. That's why he has to stay here and keep those resentful spirits in check, lest they have any A chance to turn around."
Qi Chen recalled Hui Jia's extremely young appearance, and couldn't help asking: "How many years has he been here?"
Long Ya thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know the details, anyway, when I knew him, he had already lived here, and that was seven or eight hundred years ago."
Qi Chen: "..." Every time these people report their age, he feels his eyes go dark.
"Okay, what's there to talk about that bald donkey! Sit tight, I'm going to speed up and take a shortcut, I have to go back to get down to business!" Long Ya said, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, looking like he wanted to drive the car into the air look.
Qi Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, grabbed the handle of the car roof, and asked, "What's the business?"
Longya exploded: "You don't know what you repaired?! My body is still missing a piece! What can be more correct than this?"
Qi Chen: "..." Oh, I almost forgot, this is a disabled person, missing a head.
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