I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Taking advantage of the time when Uncle Huzi and Tang Wu were going to worship Buddha and burn incense, I glanced at the little monk who opened the door for us just now, and said politely: "This little master, dare I ask what the name of the Dharma is?"

"Amitabha, my... little monk's Dharma name... Yuanzhi." The little monk stammered.

This young monk may be born with a disability, his mouth is crooked, his eyes are slanted, and he can't speak clearly. He looks about my age.

At that moment, I said again: "Master Yuanzhi, I dare to ask if your master, Zen Master Jue Ming, is in the temple. I want to pay his respects to the old man, and ask Zen Master Jue Ming to clarify his doubts."

"The benefactor...you have to...wait for a while. My teacher is...lecturing scriptures to my brothers and sisters. It will be...soon." The little monk Yuanzhi bowed to me apologetically.

I nodded and said, "It's okay, I can wait."

While speaking, Uncle Hu Zi and Tang Wu had already finished worshiping the Buddha and walked towards me.

"Master, is Master Jueming there?" Uncle Huzi asked.

"I'm preaching, let's wait for a while."

As I said that, I looked into a room not far away, but saw that the room was lit with lights, which looked like candles.It's unimaginable that this temple is still not powered on in the 21st century.

After more than ten minutes, the little monk Yuanzhi walked towards the lighted room.

After waiting at the door for another ten minutes, the door opened and four or five monks came out of the room.

The young monks were in their teens, and the older ones were in their 50s and [-]s. They all wore simple clothes, and some monks wore patches on their robes. The conditions were really difficult.

After all the monks came out, Yuan Zhi was about to enter the door to report, when he heard an angry voice from inside the room: "Let that kid surnamed Wu come in."

As soon as the words came out, the three of us were stunned.

Good guy, we were just in the yard, we didn't enter the door, and the big monk didn't even see us, and he even knew my last name.

Could it be that the great monk's Buddhist practice has reached the realm of clairvoyance?

He probably knew my identity since I came to the gate of the temple.

Or, he already figured out why I came.

It has to be said that this great monk known as "Southern Monk" is really a formidable master.

"Master, this great monk is powerful enough, I don't think he is much worse than the Patriarch." Uncle Huzi sighed.

I nodded and walked towards the room immediately.

Tang Wu also wanted to follow, but was immediately stopped by Uncle Hu Zi: "Brother Tang, don't follow, Zen Master Jueming only asks my young master to go there alone, don't make Master Jueming unhappy."

Tang Wu glanced at Uncle Hu Zi, but didn't say anything, but he didn't continue to follow.

I don't know why, but when I got close to that meditation room, I felt inexplicably agitated and a little uneasy.

Soon, I walked to the door of the meditation room and saw the big monk sitting in the room.

At this glance, I realized that the great monk was really not an ordinary "big".

Good guy, it feels like it weighs at least 250 kilograms, and the whole person sits there like a Maitreya Buddha. This person should be Nanseng Jueming.

When I looked at him, he was also looking at me, with a slight smile on his face: "What are you still doing, come in quickly and close the door."

This sounded familiar. When my master told me to come in, he would also say to close the door. Normally, in this case, I might be beaten.

So, I habitually leave the door open so that I can run faster.

"It's strictly closed." The great monk said again.

I smiled awkwardly and closed the door completely.

When I turned around, I realized that there was a little monk sitting next to the big monk. He looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a round head, very fair and clean, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He looked like Tang Monk in Journey to the West. Yes, a very handsome little monk.

The monk noticed that I was looking at him, put his palms together and saluted slightly.

I walked straight towards the big monk, saluted directly: "Junior Wu Jie, I have met Zen Master Jueming."

"Sit down." The fat monk waved his hand, motioning for me to sit on the futon opposite him.

I was also polite, and sat down on my buttocks.

At this moment, I was very close to the great monk. When I looked at him carefully, I found a very interesting thing.

Even though the great monk didn't smile, his face was full of flesh. No matter how you look at it, you can feel that he is smiling. His earlobes are big, and no matter how you look at him, he looks like a living Maitreya Buddha.

Because he is too fat, the big monk doesn't feel very old.

The great monk also looked at me carefully, and said with a smile: "In a blink of an eye, I have grown so big, it is really cheap for that old Li Xuantong."

I smiled awkwardly and said, "Chan Master Jueming, it's not good to scold my master right now when we meet?"

"Why, I'm of the same generation as your master, why not scold him a few words?" The great monk pouted and said displeasedly.

"As long as you are happy, old man." I said with a smile on my face.

"Tell me about you. How good it was to be an apprentice to the poor monk. You insisted on following that old man surnamed Li. You are so talented." The great monk couldn't help sighing.

"Zhan Master Jueming, if you want to open up a little bit, the rest of the Feng Shui school must have the same idea as you. I can't help it. I was only nine years old at the time, and I was still in a coma. I couldn't choose my own master. , I can only take advantage of that feng shui king Li Xuantong, I also know that I am very good, people in the village hope that, and I am still a top student, and I am very stable..."

Hearing what I said, Zen Master Jueming suddenly laughed, and the fat on his body trembled for a while: "Hahaha..., you brat, you shameless look is exactly the same as your master, but the poor monk is very like."

I smiled and said again: "Chan Master Jueming, since you already know the identity of the junior, you must also know why I came here, right?"

The great monk smiled and said, "Of course...isn't it the restaurant in Jinling City that was hit by Tian Zhansha?"

"Zen Master Jueming is worthy of being the leader of the Bazhai School of Fengshui. It's a pity that I didn't worship under your sect." I said with a smile.

"Stinky boy, don't put a high hat on the poor monk, and don't follow your style. If you chose the master yourself, you would definitely not choose the poor monk. You have a very good relationship, even if you don't choose the one to send your daughter-in-law. Yang Gaoyi, I guess I will also choose Ma Yuanling, you boy, you are too clever, don't play such cleverness in front of the poor monk, you come here, you just want the poor monk to come out and help you solve those ghosts in the restaurant Right?" Zen Master Jueming said with a big mouth.