Seeing my expression of surprise, several people were stunned. Uncle Hu Zi also looked at me with a surprised look on his face and said, "Master, do you know this Zen Master Jueming?"

"I have never seen it, but I have heard about it. You must have heard about the time during the Three Tribulations, when people from the four major Feng Shui schools competed with my master to accept me as his disciple?" I said a little excitedly.

Uncle Huzi suddenly realized something, slapped his thigh and said, "Oh my God, that great monk can't be the leader of the Bazhai Feng Shui lineage, the great monk known as the "Southern Monk", right?"

"That's right, it's him. No wonder he was able to suppress so many ghosts in that restaurant. Only such a master can do such a big thing. Otherwise, with the hatred of the ghosts in that restaurant, maybe

We have long surpassed the terrifying existence of Ruan Na." I said.

Uncle Hu Zi took a deep breath and said: "Young Master, something is not right. Since Zen Master Jueming is so powerful, why didn't he clean up all the ghosts in the restaurant? This has already happened two days ago.

It has been more than ten years, but people are still dying. This great monk is not doing his job well. Is it because his cultivation is not good enough?"

"Since he is the top figure of the Bazhai Sect and his methods are absolutely superb, I think the main reason is because of the identity of Zen Master Jueming. He is a monk and a monk. He is compassionate and cannot bear to commit murder. He

Even if he had the ability, he would not kill all the ghosts, but he could not save so many ghosts at once, so he used the Buddhist method of confinement and sealing to suppress the resentment and hostility of the ghosts and surrounded the restaurant.

After reciting the scriptures for three days and three nights, if he didn't do this, it wouldn't be a matter of one or two people dying a year, but whoever entered that restaurant would be dead, just like the female dormitory building of Yanbei University.

Same." I analyzed.

"Listening to what the young master said, it seems to make sense. It seems that this great monk is really a very powerful master." Uncle Huzi nodded.

"Boss Tang, do you know where the Lingjue Temple is? I want to pay a visit to Master Jueming." I looked at Boss Tang and said.

"I have never been there. I heard that Lingjue Temple is located on a remote mountain on the outskirts of Jinling City. There is usually no incense, and there are not many monks in the temple. If you look carefully, it should not be difficult to find it. You can

Let Tang Wu take Master Wu there." Boss Tang said politely.

"Master, do you really want to go find Zen Master Jueming?" Uncle Hu Zi said with some worry.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"The master of the house seems not to be happy with you having anything to do with people from the four major Feng Shui schools. The old man is quite jealous. If you let him know, you might get a few more shoe soles on your butt." Uncle Hu Zi chuckled.

"What do you care about him? I have been practicing with him for eight years. It is his disciple's matter. It has been settled for a long time and no one can change it. Is it possible that Zen Master Jueming still wants to keep me as his disciple? Even so.

Even if he is willing, I won’t agree to it. When you are a monk, you can’t drink alcohol or eat meat. The most important thing is that you can’t marry a wife, don’t you think so?” I chuckled.

"That's true, let's take a trip." Uncle Huzi stood up and said.

Just do it, Boss Tang and An Yuzhang sent me to the door, got in Tang Wu's car, and the three of us went straight to the southern suburbs of Jinling.

When we went out, it was already evening. After dark, we left Jinling City and drove for dozens of kilometers southward before stopping in the middle of high mountains. There was no way to go further.

After Tang Wu parked the car, he pointed to a hill not far away and said, "Master Wu, Lingjue Temple is halfway up the mountain in front. We have to climb the mountain for at least half an hour to get there."

"Let's go. Now that we're here, let's go and meet Zen Master Jueming." I took steps and walked towards the mountain road ahead.

As I walked, I thought about Zen Master Jueming. When I was a child, my father said that the monk was quite fat, at least over 200 pounds. In order to steal me as his disciple, he almost fought with my master, Li Xuantong, and then left alone in anger.

.

There is no way, who made me so outstanding and good-looking? People in the village hope that so many masters will come to my house to accept me as their apprentice. The key is that my studies are also very stable, and ordinary people can't compare.

I'm also very curious about what the great monk looks like, and what kind of attitude he would have if he knew that I was the original Wu Jie?

If I asked him to take action, he would probably help...after all, I almost became his apprentice.

That proves that I have a destiny with this great monk.

We climbed the mountain for more than half an hour before finally arriving at the entrance of Lingjue Temple.

After looking around, I found that the temple was indeed quite dilapidated, with grass growing on the walls.

Just because this temple is built in such a remote place, it is destined to have little incense.

Who has nothing to do to burn incense and still have to travel such a long distance? The key is that he still has to climb mountains, and he is almost exhausted.

Outside the temple yard, there is actually land planted, and there are two large vegetable gardens, and the vegetables in the vegetable gardens are growing vigorously.

It seems that the great monks in this temple are completely self-sufficient. Only such monks are truly practicing.

In today's world, people's hearts are old and the world is cold. Many monks in temples are fake monks. Usually there are five or six people in the temple. When one day the monks hit the clock and leave the temple, there will be beautiful women with luxury cars and fun.

He's happier than anyone else.

What is incomprehensible is that there are actually many wealthy people who send large amounts of money for incense to those temples in the hope that the Buddha will bless them. As a result, all the money goes into the pockets of those fake monks to provide them with food, drink and fun.

, where does he still look like a monk?

When I saw this dilapidated temple, I knew that there must be an expert living inside.

The door of the temple was closed. Uncle Huzi walked over immediately, knocked on the door, and shouted politely: "Is there anyone in the temple? We are pilgrims who come to offer incense."

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from the courtyard. After the courtyard door opened, a young monk opened the door. However, he saw that the young monk had a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and his words were not fluent: "

Amitabha...everyone...donors, it's so late, you...you still come to offer incense?"

"Well, little master, let us go in and burn incense." Uncle Huzi said politely.

The little master opened the courtyard door and let a few of us in.

This small temple is very small, with only a few rooms. After entering the courtyard, there is a main hall not far away. In the main hall, Buddha is enshrined. Uncle Hu Zi and Tang Wu went there to offer incense and kowtow, and each of them also took out 10,000 yuan.

Money's incense money.
Chapter completed!