In the afternoon, Xingsu sent a group of people to drink water and rest in a pavilion on the main road. Suddenly, they heard the sound of horse hooves behind them, and four horses galloped from the way they came.

Four horses ran to the pavilion, and the passenger who was on the first horse shouted.

"Brother, second brother, there is water in the pavilion. Let's drink a few bowls to let the mount rest."

As he said that, he jumped off his horse and walked into the pavilion. The remaining three people dismounted. Seeing Ding Chunqiu and others, the four people nodded slightly as a greeting, walked to the edge of the clean water tank, picked up the tiled bowl, and scooped water in the tank to drink.

Everyone saw that the man was dressed in black and was thin and had two rat beards, and his expression was very fierce.

The second man was wearing a ginger robe, with thin bones, but his figure was tall, his eyebrows were tilted, his face was sick and full of evil spirits.

The third person was wearing a maroon robe, with a burly figure, big ears on his face, and a thick white beard under his chin. He looked like a wealthy businessman and a gentry.

The last man was wearing a black Confucian scholar's clothes and was about fifty years old. He squinted his eyes and seemed to have studied too much, which damaged his eyesight. However, he did not drink water and lifted the wine gourd to drink by himself.

At this moment, on the opposite road, a monk walked up and came outside the pavilion, folded his hands together, and said respectfully.

"All donors, the little monk is thirsty when he is in the way. He should rest in the pavilion and drink a bowl of water."

The man in black smiled.

"Master is so polite. Everyone is passing by. We didn't get this pavilion up by us. Come in and drink water."

The monk said.

"Amitabha, thank you."

Walk into the pavilion.

The monk was twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a big nose with a flat nose and a rather ugly appearance. There were many nails on the monk's robe, but they were very clean.

After the three of them had finished drinking, he walked closer to the water tank, scooped a bowl of water with a tile bowl, held it with both hands, lowered his eyes, and said respectfully.

"The Buddha saw a bowl of water, and eighty-four thousand insects. If he did not chant this mantra, he would be like eating the flesh of sentient beings."

Recite the mantra.

"Ombolamani Saho."

After reading it, I picked up the bowl and drank water.

The man in black looked strange and asked.

"My little master, what mantra are you chanting?"

The monk said.

"The little monk recited the water drinking mantra. The Buddha said that there were 84,000 small insects in each bowl of water. Monks abstain from killing, so they had to recite the water drinking mantra before they could drink it."

The man in black laughed and said.

"The water is very clean, there is not a single insect. The little master is really good at joking."

The monk said.

"The donor doesn't know anything. It seems to me ordinary people that there are naturally no insects in the water, but my Buddha looked at the water with his eyes of heaven, but he saw thousands of small insects in the water."

The man in black asked with a smile.

"After you recite the water drinking spell, drink 84,000 small insects into your stomach, and those small insects will not die?"

The monk hesitated.

"This... this... the master has never taught me, so most of the little insects will not die."

The man in yellow interjected.

"No, no! The little insect is still going to die, but after the little master chanted the mantra, 84,000 small insects were reborn in the Western Paradise. The little master drank a bowl of water and saved 84,000 sentient beings. The merits are immeasurable, and the merits are immeasurable!"

The monk didn't know whether what he said was true or not, and he held the bowl of water in his hands and murmured in a daze.

"Saving 84,000 lives in one fell swoop? The little monk definitely doesn't have such great magic power."

The man in yellow walked to him, took the tiled bowl from him, stared at the bowl, and said several times.
Chapter completed!