Chapter 127 Zeng Anmin: Buddha and Bodhisattva, would you rather have the seed? !

Chapter 127 Zeng Anmin: Buddha and Bodhisattva, would you rather have the seed? !

Zeng Anmin looked at the young monk Yingchen in front of him seriously.

See the calm smile on his face.

He also smiled, and then put the candy back into his pocket without caring.

Then Zeng Anmin walked around with Xiao Yingchen as if nothing had happened.

"You haven't thrown this little wooden sword away yet?"

Zeng Anmin suddenly saw Huzi's small wooden sword in the young monk's room.

Young monk Yingchen blinked his clear eyes, looked at Zeng Anmin seriously and asked:

"Why should I throw away the gift the tiger donor gave me?"

"But this thing is also a weapon that will leave a mark on your head."

Zeng Anmin felt a little funny.

If someone hit me on the head unexpectedly with this thing, I would definitely cut it off and use it as firewood.

The little monk shook his head seriously and said:

"Misfortune depends on blessings. If there is no tiger benefactor who uses this thing to chop his head, how can the poor monk receive such an exquisite gift?"

"With such a gift, the poor monk should be happy, so why mention the murder weapon?"

Well.

Zeng Anmin was somewhat touched by the young monk's open-minded ideas.

He thought for a while, then took out the piece of candy from his arms, aimed it at the little monk's head, and hit it lightly.

"Crack."

Right in the middle of that smooth head.

The sound is not loud, so it does not hurt.

"Uh..."

Yingchen looked at Zeng Anmin with a confused expression.

"Now, you should be able to accept it, right?"

Zeng Anmin caught the candy with a smile and handed it to Yingchen.

He looked at the little monk and blinked.

The little monk stared blankly at the candy in Zeng Anmin's hand.

"This..."

The young monk was temporarily stunned by Zeng Anmin's abstract actions.

"Haha, what? You can make friends with Huzi, but you can't make friends with me?"

Zeng Anmin smiled and put the piece of candy into the little monk's hand.

The little monk pursed his lips, and then smiled in relief.

His smile is still clean:

"Then thank the donor."

After saying that, his white and tender hands solemnly put the candy into his pocket.

"Just call me brother Quan Fu from now on."

Zeng Anmin found a piece of grass and lay there with Yingchen.

The two were very close to each other.

Lie down and look at the blue sky.

A hint of complexity flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes, and his voice was a little low:

"You know, little monk, I have met a friend with such a pure character like you."

Yingchen didn't understand why Zeng Anmin suddenly said this.

He turned his head sideways, his smooth back scratched on the grass, and looked at Zeng Anmin's profile.

He felt that there seemed to be some melancholy on the donor's face, and he asked curiously:

"Is it also in the capital?"

"No, it's in an academy in Liangjiang County, Jiangnan."

Zeng Anmin rested his hands on his head and slowly lowered his legs, his eyes became complicated:

"If there hadn't been that accident, he and I would have met at the top of the capital..."

His tone was inexplicably sentimental.

Yingchen did not speak.

He just lay quietly next to Zeng Anmin and listened quietly.

But Zeng Anmin did not continue to speak.

He was silent.

He looked at the sky quietly.

He didn't know what kind of sadness was shining in his eyes.

After a long time.

Zeng Anmin sighed sadly:

"Now I can finally understand Mr. Zuiyin's mood when he wrote "Meng Wei Zhi"."

Yingchen looked at Zeng'anmin curiously and asked:

"Who is Mr. Zuiyin?"

Zeng Anmin turned sideways, shook his head and laughed:

"A great poet in my dream."

"What is "Meng Wei Zhi"?"

Yingchen didn't think what Zeng Anmin said was absurd at all.

Instead, I felt that this new friend in front of me was mysterious.

I can't help but want to chat with him for days.

Zeng Anmin didn't say much, he just stared at the sky absently.

After a long time, he pursed his lips:

"You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, and I sent them to the human world...head full of snow."

Yingchen was in a daze.

He was in a daze because he didn't understand.

So he could only look at Zeng Anmin blankly.

But he could hear the melancholy in the donor's heart from these words, as well as the regret that the friend had left.

"From the moment he died, I made up my mind that I would live a good life for him."

Zeng Anmin's eyes slowly glanced to the side.

That direction is the Huangque Temple not far away.

His eyes were extremely sharp.

There was also a hint of inexplicable hatred.

"Those who treat human life as nothing but nothing, must pay the price for what they have done."

Zeng Anmin's voice was not loud.

But sonorous and powerful.

Although Yingchen didn't quite understand.

But I felt like there was a touch of passionate excitement flowing through my body.

He held his breath and looked at Zeng Anmin in front of him seriously.

"Little monk, that small nunnery is called Huangque nunnery, right?"

Zeng Anmin stood up slowly, patted the weeds on his body, and looked at Yingchen.

His face was calm.

"Donor knows?"

When Yingchen saw Zeng Anmin standing up, he also stood up.

After Zeng Anmin got the affirmative answer, his eyes were sharp:

"Have the lame old man from Huangque Temple ever appeared in the past few days?"

When Yingchen heard this, he frowned slightly.

His face shone with thought.

Then he looked up at Zeng Anmin blankly and said: "Mr. Huang... It is true that he has not appeared in the past few days, but it is not easy to see him. Maybe he is in the nunnery now?"

"Mr. Huang?"

Zeng Anmin was keenly aware of this name.

It seems that the lame man who assassinated him that night was named Mr. Huang.

"How much do you know about Mr. Huang?"

Zeng Anmin looked at the young monk casually, with a smile on his face.

He is extremely patient.

"Mr. Huang..." Yingchen muttered.

Thinking slowly.

After a long while, he raised his head, his clear eyes showing seriousness: "It seems that I have known that there is a gentleman in the nunnery named Huang since I can remember..."

He touched his bald head and then looked towards the nunnery:

"This is the place where Concubine Xi was when she became a monk. It has been more than ten years."

"How old are you?"

Zeng Anmin lowered his head and looked at Yingchen.

"Thirteen years old."

Yingchen lowered his head in embarrassment.

Thirteen years old.

Zeng Anmin closed his eyes and thought slowly.

In other words, Mr. Huang was already here thirteen years ago.

Thirteen years ago.

Zeng Anmin remembered this number, looked at Yingchen and asked:

"Mr. Huang, do you know Concubine Xi?"

"I don't know."

Yingchen shook his head: "I have never entered the back mountain since I can remember."

"Yeah."

Zeng Anmin nodded slowly.

The clues we have now are not enough.

“Have you never been there even once? Or do you say you want to go but don’t dare?”

Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows, looked at Yingchen and asked.

A hint of embarrassment was visible to the naked eye on Yingchen's face, as well as a hint of rosy color.

He pursed his lips and did not dare to look up at Zeng Anmin. He just stared at his toes and said:

"When I was a kid, I thought about going there secretly, but my master said that there were ghosts transformed into children on the mountain that could eat people, so I didn't dare to go there again..."

Zeng Anmin was slightly startled. He frowned and looked at Yingchen:

"A child turned into a fierce ghost?" Yingchen raised his head seriously and called out the Buddha's name:

"When Concubine Xi came here, she was pregnant, but because she was kicked out of the palace, she was so upset that she aborted the fetus... Amitabha."

After finishing speaking, there was still a look of regret on his face:

"The fate of living beings is as pitiable as duckweed."

Zeng Anmin felt quite amused when he saw the depth on that little face that was inconsistent with his age.

He pretended to be serious and put his hands together in front of the young monk and performed a Buddhist salute:

"I didn't expect Master Yingchen to have such Buddha nature. I'm disrespectful and disrespectful."

Uh...

Xiao Yingchen blushed, lowered his head and said in a rather embarrassed tone:

"Don't do this. This poor monk has incomplete Buddha roots and should not be treated like this."

"How could you not take it?!" Zeng Anmin laughed and touched Xiao Yingchen's head:

"Even if I don't have Buddha nature, my nephew's sword will cut out the roots of Buddha!"

"Otherwise, how could we say such open-minded words as misfortune and blessings depend on?"

"In my opinion, you have the appearance of becoming a Buddha!"

Zeng Anmin said this with a very comfortable attitude.

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But Xiao Yingchen was so embarrassed that he could use his toes to build a grand palace...

"No...can't say that..."

Xiao Yingchen was already a little incoherent.

"Seriously, if you really become a Buddha and become an ancestor one day, wouldn't you be grateful to Hu Zi for his enlightenment with the sword?"

Zeng Anmin looked at Xiao Yingchen jokingly and said:

"Why can't we say this, Buddha and Bodhisattva would rather have the seed?"

"It will be recorded in later Buddhist scriptures: I, Buddha Yingchen, received a blow from Mr. Tiger and realized the root of wisdom. His uncle brought me a gift and apologized, but because of my Buddha's rejection, both his uncle and Tiger were confused."

"Buddha Chen said: Misfortunes and blessings depend on it. If there is no sword strike, how can I understand the truth?"

"If this scene is recorded by future generations, wouldn't it mean that Huzi and I would both be favored by Master Yingchen and leave our names in the history?"

Speaking of this, Zeng Anmin even felt that his words were full of fun.

Just...

Yingchen was stunned on the spot.

His eyes went from embarrassed to surprised, then a little excited.

Then, calmness and seriousness returned.

Yingchen slowly raised his head, with a kind light in his eyes:

"The benefactor's words are like thunder dispersing the fog, and the poor monk... thanks."

After saying this, Yingchen seemed to be a little more calm and intelligent than before...

leave? ?

Zeng Anmin blinked.

Isn't it possible that my words like "Buddha and Bodhisattva" are kind enough to deceive this kid into betraying him? ?

abstract.

Too abstract.

Amitabha.

I, the Buddha, am merciful, but my disciples have no intention of doing so!

In the future, if this kid really breaks into Buddhism, he will say such treacherous words as "Buddha takes turns to sit in my house this year."

But it has nothing to do with the disciples!

Zeng Anmin quickly recited his guilt silently in his heart.

"What's that about? I'm going back first."

Zeng Anmin glanced at Huangque Temple not far away, waved his hand to Yingchen awkwardly and said:

"I'll bring Huzi to play with you later."

"Donor, please slow down." Yingchen politely saluted Zeng Anbian's back.

Watching Zeng Anmin's back disappear before his eyes.

The little monk murmured to himself:

"If there is no sword strike, how can one realize the truth..."

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go back?

How could I, Zeng Anmin, go back before I figure things out?

After walking around in a circle, Zeng Anmin secretly arrived at the foot of the back hill of Fa'an Temple.

He deliberately chose a deserted place.

Without any hesitation, he tapped his toes directly and headed towards the top of the mountain.

Huangquean.

It's very quiet in the nunnery.

No one.

When Zeng Anmin sneaked all the way into the nunnery, he found that there was no trace of anyone in the entire nunnery.

The yard inside the nunnery is free of weeds.

It feels no better than a deserted place.

"Squeak~"

Zeng Anmin solemnly pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

The wooden door seemed to have not been repaired for a long time and was a little overwhelmed, groaning in pain.

He did not choose to enter the room with Buddha statues in the nunnery.

Instead, he came to the backyard where there seemed to be traces of people.

Pushing open the door, the house in front of you is extremely simple.

There is only one bed.

The beds were made extremely clean.

"Someone lives in..."

There was no surprise on Zeng Anmin's face.

This should be where the so-called "Mr. Huang" lives.

There are no traces of human beings in this nunnery, only this place shows some trace of human beings.

His eyes were like a hawk, scanning all the furnishings in the room bit by bit.

There was nothing else but the bed.

"Then what does he eat on weekdays?"

Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at the surrounding environment carefully.

No trace was found in the house.

Zeng Anmin slowly exited and went to another house.

"Huh?"

After Zeng Anmin came to the next room, he raised his brows slightly.

This house is much more gorgeous than the previous one.

There are many flower pots displayed in the house.

Everything shows that this is the place where a woman lives.

And the house is extremely clean.

Someone must clean it every day.

"No way?"

An extremely absurd idea came to Zeng Anmin's mind.

"Although this house looks simple, the table and chairs are definitely worth a lot of money."

"How can ordinary monks waste money like this?"

"You can tell at a glance that this is the nunnery where Concubine Xi originally lived."

"It's just... Concubine Xi has been back to the palace for many years... there are still people cleaning here frequently."

Zeng Anmin touched his chin.

"It can't be that Mr. Huang is secretly in love with Concubine Xi... and is reluctant to part with her old things..."

Zeng Anmin felt the smell of children's romance coming to his face.

"If I had known my past life, I would have read less novels, which would affect my thinking."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

After he walked to the bed in front of him, his body froze.

He looked at the set of women's clothes on the bed.

There were also obvious traces of someone lying on the clothes, and there was a strange expression on his face.

"Did I really guess it???"

"Well..."

Zeng Anmin looked at the other furnishings in the room.

This house is a regular place of residence.

And the pots and pans are also in this room.

Zeng Anmin touched his chin thoughtfully.

He suppressed his thoughts and walked outside.

Not long after.

He saw a very small tomb revealed behind the courtyard.

"The Tomb of the Survivor."

Only these four words.

And there is a small brazier in front of the tomb.

Inside were the remains of several pieces of paper money blown by the wind.

"This should be the child that Concubine Xi had aborted."

Zeng Anmin remembered the legend from Yingchen.

"Alas."

Zeng Anmin looked at this small grave bag and sighed softly: "I was born in the royal family and had no control over my fate. Before I opened my eyes to see the world, I was plotted..."

Zeng Anmin did not stay here for long.

He came here and got an extremely important clue.

Concubine Xi must know that Mr. Huang.

Otherwise, how could Mr. Huang do this... Zeng Anmin recalled the scene of the lame man lying on the bed, lovingly caressing the women's clothes around him.

Tsk.

He thought to himself as he walked down the mountain calmly.

Mr. Huang and Ren Weizhi knew each other.

So, Concubine Xi...

interesting!

(End of chapter)