Chapter 33 Bai Nie Yi
A small bald head appeared above the golden relic, and it was blurry and unclear.
Zuo Chen injected more spiritual energy, and as he did so, the shadow of the monk on the beads became much more solid.
The two of them saw clearly what the monk looked like.
He looks strong, with dark skin. He should be thirty years old, but he has the appearance of forty. His face is soft, but his appearance is not good-looking. His palms are covered with calluses, and his bare feet are full of calluses. Mu Gui is more like an ordinary farmer in the field than an eminent monk.
And his bald head didn't look like it was shaved off, but rather like it had slowly faded away due to weathering.
The confusion in his eyes quickly faded away, he shook his head and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Zuo Chen.
After thinking for a moment, a look of realization suddenly appeared on his face:
"Am I already dead?"
Zuo Chen nodded.
The monk touched his head:
“I originally wanted to take the mountain road to Anming Temple, but I didn’t expect that I was attacked by a beast on the way. I can bear this idea.”
Look again. Zuo Chen showed a little caution and asked:
"Are you a god? Or the King of Hell?"
"I am a Taoist. Just like you are a monk." Zuo Chen said: " Why do you want to go to Anming Temple?”
"My fellow villagers told me that I can eat well at Anming Temple."
The monk blushed and scratched his bald head and said, as if he was saying something unspeakable.
Eat a full meal...
With the taste of these three words, Zuo Chen asked:
"Are you coming from Xuzhou?"
"Taoist Master is really a god! You all know this!" The monk was shocked: "I did come from Xuzhou. The disaster there was serious and I couldn't survive. So I ran south to avoid the bows and arrows at the pass. Arrived in Qingzhou. "
This is not a fairy, this is called reasoning.
Complaining in his heart, Zuo Chen held the slightly tattered cassock in his hands and said:
"Tell me about you. Do you have a dharma title? And Did you sew this cassock yourself?”
“What is the cassock?” The monk looked confused, then looked at the cassock and smiled sheepishly: “It’s not me. It was sewn by many villagers who helped me sew it.”
Seeing Zuo Chen looking at him curiously, the monk didn't hide it either.
Since they are all dead anyway, there is no use in covering up their past.
“I originally came from a village in Xuzhou, and I was born with short hair. Before the disaster, I would help the villagers with some work, because I was hungry when I was a child, but I also saved a lot of food.< br>
“Later, a foot trader came to the village. After hearing what I had done, he called me Master, but I didn’t have much ability, so he changed his name to me as Monk.
“He said that monks should have temples. I thought my shabby house was very good. But when the villagers heard about it, they all went into the forest to chop wood and build a temple for me. He also said that temples There should be a Buddha here, but neither I nor our village knew what the Buddha looked like. He said he should just carve one like me. I thought it would be troublesome, but the villagers did it anyway.
"After that, the businessman called me a good monk. There were always people from the surrounding villages coming to offer incense in front of the Buddha statue. It was as if I had died.
"They came to offer incense and there were always things they wanted to accomplish. I helped with the simple ones, but I didn’t have the ability to do the difficult ones. "
The monk spoke very calmly. Zuo Chen and Caiyi sat on the stone steps on one side, as if listening to a story.
Although the monk spoke very briefly, Zuo Chen could hear it. Come out, the "help" in his words is probably not simple. You can help with small and big things. Although you can't get merit, you can accumulate some merit. The more merit you have, the easier it will be to get merit.
There must be a lot of merit behind his profound merits, so the number of helpers is quite large.
And this monk’s profound merit is probably related to the great disaster.
As expected, as he continued to speak, a trace of indescribable complex emotions appeared on the monk's soul face.
Sad? Cowardly? Or are you afraid?
It doesn’t look good.
"Later on, there was a disaster in Xuzhou. There was drought all around, and the sky was filled with locusts. Wherever they flew, there was no wheat left. Strong men rushed into the swarm of insects with torches. When they came out, they could only There is only a skeleton left. The blood and flesh can be sucked clean by you.
"Our village is also located in a slightly remote location, close to Qingzhou. Although it is also affected, it is not that serious. People in the village took advantage of the disaster and fled. I originally wanted to run away, but at that time some pregnant women who could not even afford food came outside the village. I was afraid that they would starve to death and that their children would not be able to eat. When he was full, he stayed.
“Fortunately, I have stored enough grain, so that they can all be fed.
“Following my busy schedule, as soon as I open my eyes during the day, I will think of ways to get grain, and at night the moon will rise. After three poles, I may not be able to sleep. The clothes on my body became torn over time. The villagers I rescued thought that one person gave me a piece of cloth and tore it off from their own clothes. Some cloth merchants took out their best piece of cloth, and some cloth merchants took out their best pieces of cloth. There was nothing left but to take out her son's diaper.
“We didn’t have anyone with good skills at that time. The boss of the cloth merchant broke his hand when he was fleeing and couldn’t sew, so he found a girl who seemed to be handy, but she couldn’t sew either. You can only sew all the pieces of fabric together
"Finally made such a... cassock?
"I don't know, the boss of the cloth shop called it that. "
Good deeds emerge from the disaster.
When Zuo Chen heard this, his heart couldn't help but sink.
Although he could probably guess the identity of this cassock. Zuo Chen can only feel the weight of the cassock when he actually hears it from the monk.
It's so heavy that I can barely hold it in the foundation stage.
“What happens next?” Caiyi asked.
"And then? Then all the villagers will die."
When the monk said this, he was calm, but tears suddenly fell down.
“The disaster has been going on for too long, and I have finished all the food. Even the bark from the surrounding trees two meters down has been pulled off to make soup. When all the bark is eaten, there are no people left. The solution is to continue staying in the temple
"I took them out, and several people died on the way. I finally reached the pass in Qingzhou, and then...
"They started shooting arrows. ”
The monk stopped talking.
It is unimaginable that after trying his best, he arrived at Qingzhou City. He thought he had finally crawled out of the hell on earth and found a way out, but he was killed by Qingzhou City. The guard lost his life
"There are so many people, and I am the only one left. I don’t know what to do next, what I can do. I know that I finally got into Qingzhou, and I should ask for help." Eat.
"Just ask the people on the roadside, where can I get enough to eat? They told me that Anming Temple can. Not only is there sorghum rice every day, but you can even eat steamed buns with white flowers.
"I Then I thought about going to Anming Temple and asking for more steamed buns, so that I wouldn't have to go hungry. "
After saying this, the monk smiled naively and said, sorry:
"Little fairy, I made you laugh, listening to me ramble on for so long. "
"Where. "' Zuo Chen shook his head, looked at the monk seriously:
"I'm not a god. Your moral character is much higher than mine."
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(End of this chapter)