"Help! Help!"
On the mountain path, a fierce-looking man had his hands tied behind his back, screaming for his life.
"You run! I told you to run!"
Behind the man, a young scholar wearing scholar's uniform held a machete and chased him tiredly and out of breath.
There was a bookboy carrying a bag staggering behind.
The book boy carried a book basket on his back, a book box in his right hand, and a baggage in his left hand. It was difficult for him to catch up with his master.
Unknowingly, the evil man with his hands tied behind his back escaped into a temple in the mountains and alerted a chubby old monk.
"Master, help!"
When the evil man saw the fat monk, he hurriedly hid behind him and shouted for help.
No matter what he had done before, he looked frightened like a helpless girl being chased by a vicious gangster.
"Run! You run! I told you to run!"
The knife-wielding scholar broke in and stood on the steps panting.
"What happened?"
The fat monk stood in the middle and asked curiously.
At this time, the book boy stumbled in and shouted: "Master, he is a thief!"
The vicious man said hurriedly: "The knife is in his hand, and I am the one who is tied up."
The scholar retorted loudly: "We took the lead! He is the thief!"
The fat monk said with a smile: "He is a thief, but the knife is in your hand!"
The scholar was stunned for a moment and quickly explained: "The knife belongs to him..."
Before he finished speaking, the evil man broke free from the shackles of his hands, rushed towards the scholar, and was about to snatch the knife away to commit murder.
But the next second, the knife magically appeared in the fat monk's hand.
The magical scene made the three of them stunned for a moment.
The evil man was unwilling to give in and rushed towards the fat monk again. However, the fat monk dodged lightly and easily dodged the evil man's attack.
In this way, the fool will know that he has met a master.
So the villain wisely gave up trying to be cruel and stood aside honestly.
The fat monk held the knife and smiled: "There are no soldiers or thieves in Buddhism. If the poor monk doesn't move his name, please don't move."
Scholars, bookboys, and villains all knew what was interesting and did not move.
Master Fudo nodded with satisfaction and said, "I think everyone is hungry. I'm going to get some food. If anything happens, let's talk about it after eating!"
But just when Master Fudo turned his back, the evil man suddenly flashed a fierce light in his eyes and rushed towards him again. Master Fudo suddenly slashed with his sword, which frightened the evil man so much that he lowered his head to dodge.
This time the villain really didn't dare to move.
Master Fudo held the knife in both hands and looked at the evil man with a smile, "Your knife is very easy to use. Can you lend it to me?"
"Feel free!"
How dare a villain say even half a word?
Those who hang out on the road are afraid of meeting someone with real abilities. If they fail to get their sword back after several attempts, this means that if they lose the sword, they will die if they don't understand.
"Thank you, thank you."
Master Fudo smiled and walked into the back door with his knife.
In someone else's territory, the knife was forcibly borrowed again. The evil man didn't dare to do anything wrong again and sat down leaning on the desk.
The scholar sat down on the steps opposite the villain to prevent himself from getting slapped.
The book boy gave the sweat towel to the scholar's hand with a wink. The scholar wiped the sweat on his face, and the book boy handed over a steamed bun, serving him well.
"When?"
The scholar took a bite and noticed something was wrong with the taste.
The bookboy thought about it while packing the boxes, and replied: "It seems... from the day before yesterday."
"..."
The scholar's eyes widened, and he was about to spit out the steamed bun, but saw the evil man opposite him looking at him with longing, so he swallowed the steamed bun hard, and then took another bite. The greedy evil man swallowed again and again. saliva.
It's obvious.
The evil man was very unsatisfied, and he might have been hungry for two or three days, otherwise he would not be able to salivate over a steamed bun.
"Master, eat slowly."
The boy handed the scholar another bowl of water.
The scholar took a sip and breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the book boy picked up a small fan to fan the scholar again. The evil man opposite looked at him with envy, but more importantly, he was helpless.
These days, people are starving to death everywhere. If he had the ability, he could raise a hundred and eighty servants.
But the problem is, he can't even support himself now, let alone support others.
"Is anyone there?"
At this moment, another person walked in outside the temple, and the three of them immediately turned their heads.
I saw a man in black walking towards me, carrying a backpack commonly used by scholars on his back. His temperament was elegant and as gentle as jade, which made several people praise him in their hearts: What a handsome young man!
"My dear, Zhu Xiaolian, may I ask my brother's name?"
The scholar stood up hurriedly, handed the steamed buns and water bowl to the scholar, and bowed.
"Brother, you are polite." The man in black bowed in return and said with a smile: "I am Cheng Long, a native of Xinzhou. He is currently traveling around the world. He is passing through here and wants to sleep in a precious place. Is it inconvenient?"
"That's it."
Zhu Xiaolian smiled and replied: "We are also here to stay overnight. The owner of this temple is Master Fudo, a fat monk with real skills..."
Having said this, Zhu Xiaolian turned to look at the villain, "By the way, Brother Cheng, this is the bandit Hou Xia and I met on the road. He is not a good person."
"Thank you, Brother Zhu, for informing me." Cheng Long cupped his hands.
"It doesn't matter, we were the ones who took the initiative and drove this evil man here so that Brother Cheng could be implicated..." Zhu Xiaolian had a bit of guilt in his expression, obviously feeling uneasy about bringing danger to others.
He has Hou Xia watching, and he can still take turns to rest at night. Brother Cheng is alone, and he may not be able to sleep well at night.
"Brother Zhu, it's really impressive to see that you and this little brother, both of whom are ordinary people, can strike first and take away the sword of this green forest master!" Cheng Long said with great interest.
"Humph~~"
The evil man snorted and said dissatisfied: "If I hadn't been hungry for three days and really had no strength, how could it be his turn to strike first? Even if the knife was taken away by them, I could easily kill them."
Cheng Long deeply agreed, nodded and said: "Yes, the strength of this Mr. Road Bandit is indeed far superior to yours. Meeting each other is fate. Brother Zhu, I have some martial arts magic skills here. I can sell them cheaply for one or two silver each." It’s up to you.”
The next moment.
As if by magic, Cheng Long had five more secret books in his hand. They are Wulang Bagua Stick, Hong Family Iron Thread Fist, Twelve-way Tan Kung Fu, Toad Kung Fu and Lion Roar Kung Fu.
"..."
Zhu Xiaolian and Hou Xia looked at each other.
Neither the master nor the servant understood that Mr. Cheng's hand was empty one moment, but five martial arts secret books were found in the next moment.
This method is even more amazing than the previous monk Fudo.
"Brother Zhu, have you thought it through?" Cheng Long asked seriously.
At this time, the evil man Meng Longtan came over and said: "Are these martial arts secrets of yours true? The Kunlun Sect's Toad Kung Fu is a secret that has not been passed down. Where did you get it?"
"The origin is not important. What is important is that these secret books in my hand are all true. As long as you have talent, you can practice to the innate realm." The secret books in Cheng Long's hand, except for the Toad Skill, were based on the skills of the Fire Cloud Evil God in the movie. In addition to what can be deduced from the displayed power, other secrets are given by the holders.
Absolute fidelity.
"I choose the Lion's Roar Kung Fu and the Wulang Bagua Stick."
After Zhu Xiaolian finished speaking, he looked back at Hou Xia and ordered: "Hou Xia, give me the money."
"Master, we don't have much money left, why don't we just buy one?" Hou Xia looked through the money bag and found that there were only less than twenty taels left in it.
But they were still more than a month away from the capital.
You must save money on these expenses, otherwise you won't be able to afford living in other people's woodsheds when you get to the capital.
"Okay, then I need Wulang Bagua stick."
Zhu Xiaolian thought about it. He and Brother Cheng had just met, so it was really not easy to spend too much money. Just buy it for your own sake.
"Okay, if you don't understand anything, you can always ask me."
Cheng Long handed over the secret book very readily.
Hou Xia, who gave the money, was a little embarrassed and didn't seem to be very willing.
At this time, Monk Fudo came over with three bowls of rice. Seeing the situation in front of him, the monk was stunned for a moment.
"Why did the monk come? I'm going to starve to death."
When Meng Longtan saw the rice, he immediately grabbed a bowl and ate it.
He was really hungry. Counting today, he had not eaten for almost four days and could only survive on water and some berries from the mountains.
Cheng Long heard this and turned to look at Master Fudo, smiled, clasped his fists and said, "Master, excuse me."
Inadvertently discovering the golden wheel of merit and virtue behind the other person's head that ordinary people cannot see, Master Fudo's eyes flashed with astonishment. Then he smiled, came forward with rice in his hand and said, "I just prepared vegetarian food for them, but I didn't expect the donor to come. Vegetarian food is not enough.”
"It doesn't matter, I'm not used to eating vegetarian food either."
Cheng Long found a seat, took off the backpack on his back, first took out a folding stool, then a folding table, and then took out three oil paper bags and a bottle of wine.
The small backpack was forced to turn into a large wooden box, and even a folding stool and three oil paper bags could be squeezed into it.
But the ancient folding table you took out is too much, with a length and width of more than one meter. The length and width of the backpack are only fifty or sixty centimeters, and the depth is only less than eighty centimeters.
How can such a small thing fit on a table?
Even if it's a foldable ancient-style folding table, it takes up a lot of space, not to mention that there seems to be clothes inside.
Zhu Xiaolian, Hou Xia, and Meng Longtan obviously couldn't understand the method, but the chubby monk Fudo could see the clues at a glance.
But he had no intention of speaking.
"Brother Zhu, I have beggar's chicken and braised duck here. Do you want to come and try them?"
As Cheng Long opened the oil paper bag layer by layer, the rich aroma instantly filled the entire temple.
Meng Longtan, who had enjoyed his vegetarian meal just now, lost control of his expression again and drooled with greed, but Mr. Cheng was obviously not easy to mess with, and there was a nosy fat monk beside him.
"Forget it, out of sight is out of mind."
Meng Longtan shook his head helplessly, sat down at the entrance of the temple with his vegetarian meal, and ate quietly.
The food cooked by Fudo Monk is actually very delicious.
What's more, he has been hungry for three or four days. Not to mention noodles and cabbage, he can eat even steamed buns with gusto.
"Brother Cheng, isn't it good for us to eat meat in front of the Buddha?"
After eating for a while, Zhu Xiaolian suddenly realized that he was in a temple, and there were three huge clay Buddha statues placed on the side, so he grabbed the chicken legs and ate at a slower pace.
"What are you afraid of? We are not monks. Even if we are monks, we will eat what we eat. As the saying goes, after the wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha will keep it in his heart!" Cheng Long is a serious demon god, so he will care about this?
If you really want to be afraid, the clay Buddha statue is nothing. The immovable monk behind you is the existence that makes people afraid.
Because this monk is a Budai Arhat who has an unclear relationship with the aunt in the Painted Wall Wonderland. He is one of the eighteen Arhats and a serious Taiyi Golden Immortal. His strength is far superior to that of his aunt.
The aunt who lives in the fairyland on the painted wall is actually only a golden immortal. Cheng Long can explore the entire fairyland on the painted wall with just one thought.
It's just that... the origin of my aunt is not very clear.
Gugu seems to be similar to Guanyin Bodhisattva, both of whom entered Buddhism from Taoism. She has both the charm of Taoism and the Zen spirit of Buddhist masters.
"After wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha's heart remains..."
Monk Fudo thought about it for a long time, then came to Cheng Long and exclaimed: "Master, I am not as good as you. I wonder if you have ever studied Buddhism?"
"No."
Cheng Long shook his head in denial.
"Then you must be born with wisdom and have a predestined relationship with my Buddha. How about I introduce you to Baima Temple to practice Buddhism? Apart from anything else, with your wisdom, young master, you will definitely be able to obtain the fruit of Arhat path in the future. You will definitely have a place among the eighteen Arhats. .”
The Eighteen Arhats are not static. Once one of them dies, a new person will inherit the Arhat status and become one of the Eighteen Arhats.
Monk Fudo was directly enshrined by the Buddha as the second generation Budai monk after his predecessor, Budai monk, suffered an accident.
If there is no vacancy, the newcomer who obtains the Arhat Path will become one of the eight hundred Arhats.
And eight hundred is not a fixed word, but an imaginary number.
As Buddhism becomes more and more prosperous, there will only be more and more Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Bhikkhus in the future.
Sooner or later, eight hundred Arhats will become nine hundred or one thousand Arhats, and three thousand bhikshunis will also become eight thousand or ten thousand.
"Master, don't waste your time here. I'm not interested in chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name. I like to do whatever I want, and your Buddha can't control me." Cheng Long was not interested in beating around the bush with Monk Fudo, and directly stated his position. If The monk doesn't know how to advance or retreat, so he doesn't mind teaching the Patai Arhat a lesson.
"I'm sorry, sir, I was rude, monk."
Monk Fudo bowed apologetically.
Cheng Long is full of merits and virtues. Even if he has the wisdom root, it is not necessarily the wisdom root of practicing Buddhism. Practicing Taoism can also achieve achievements that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
To be honest, he had not figured out Cheng Long's true cultivation until now. He only saw that the golden wheel of merit behind the other party's head was extremely dazzling.
Like a little sun.
Evil spirits would not dare to get involved with such a person, and even immortals and Buddhas would bow to him when they saw him.
Even if Monk Fudo is an Eighteen Arhat, he would not dare to go beyond it, causing displeasure in the hearts of people with great merit.
"After dinner, I want to go back and see the murals. Master, you won't mind, right?" Cheng Long looked at Monk Fudo with interest.
"No... I don't mind." Monk Fudo said what he meant. (End of chapter)