While Uncle Huzi and Tang Wu were going to worship Buddha and burn incense, I glanced at the young monk who opened the door for us just now, and said politely: "This young master, may I ask what the Buddhist name is?"

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

This little monk may be born with a disability, his mouth is crooked, his eyes are slanted, and he speaks awkwardly. He looks about the same age as me.

At that moment, I said again: "Master Yuanzhi, I would like to ask if your master, Zen Master Jueming, is in the temple. I would like to pay a visit to him and ask Zen Master Jueming to clarify my doubts."

"The donor... needs... to wait for a while. My master is... giving lectures to the brothers. It will be... soon." Little monk Yuanzhi bowed to me a little apologetically.

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

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

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

"We are giving a lecture, let's wait for a while."

As I said that, I looked into a room not far away, and saw that there were lights on in that room, and it looked like they were lit candles. It is unimaginable that in the 21st century, this temple still has no electricity.

After more than ten minutes, the little monk Yuan Zhi 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.

These monks were in their teens and some were in their forties or fifties. They were all dressed simply, and some of the monks had patches on their robes. The conditions were really extremely difficult.

After all the monks came out, Monk Yuanzhi was about to go in and report when he heard a powerful voice coming from inside the room: "Let the boy named Wu come in."

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

Good guy, we were just in the courtyard and didn't enter the door, and the great monk didn't even see us. He even knew my last name.

Could it be that this great monk’s Buddhist practice has reached the state of clairvoyance?

I guess he knew my identity since I arrived at the temple gate.

Or perhaps, he had already figured out my purpose.

I have to say that this great monk known as "Southern Monk" is really an extremely powerful master.

"Young Master, this great monk is quite powerful. I think he is not much worse than the head of the family." Uncle Huzi sighed.

I nodded and immediately walked towards the room.

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

Tang Wu glanced at Uncle Hu Zi and said nothing, but did not continue to follow.

I don’t know why, but when I approached the meditation room, I felt inexplicably excited and a little uneasy.

Soon, I walked to the door of the Zen room and saw the great monk sitting in the room.

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

Good guy, I feel like I weigh at least 250 pounds. He looks like a Maitreya Buddha sitting there. This person should be Nan Seng Jueming.

When I looked at him, he was also looking at me, with a faint smile on his face: "Why are you still hanging around? Come in quickly and close the door."

This sounds familiar to me. When my master asked me to come in, he would also tell me to close the door. Usually in this situation, I might get beaten.

Therefore, I habitually leave a crack in the door so that I can run faster.

"The lock is tight," the great monk said again.

I smiled awkwardly and closed the door completely.

When I turned around, I discovered that there was a young monk sitting next to the big monk. He looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a round head, a fair face, and a kind face. He felt like Tang Monk in Journey to the West.

A very handsome little monk.

The monk noticed that I was looking at him, and he clasped his hands towards me and bowed slightly.

I walked straight towards the great monk, saluted directly and said, "Junior Wu Jie, I have met Zen Master Jueming."

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

I was not polite and sat down as soon as I could.

At this moment, I was very close to the great monk. When I looked at him carefully, I discovered something very interesting.

Even though this great monk is not smiling, he has a lot of flesh on his face. No matter how you look at him, you can feel that he is smiling. His earlobes are so big that he looks like a living Maitreya Buddha.

Because he is too fat, this big monk does not 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. I really give that old guy Li Xuantong an advantage."

I smiled awkwardly and said, "Zen Master Jueming, wouldn't it be inappropriate to scold my master at this meeting?"

"Why, I'm of the same generation as your master, why can't I just scold him?" The great monk curled his lips and said with an unhappy look on his face.

"As long as you are happy," I said with a smile.

"You tell me, it was so good to be a disciple of a poor monk, but you insist on following that wise old man surnamed Li. It's really a waste of your talent." The great monk couldn't help but sigh.

"Zen Master Jueming, you should be more open-minded. The other people in the Feng Shui school must have the same idea as you. I couldn't help it. I was only nine years old at the time, and I was still in a coma. I couldn't choose a master by myself.

, I can only take advantage of the Feng Shui King Li Xuantong. I also know that I am very good and the people in the village hope that I am also a top student and very stable in my work..."

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

like."

I smiled and said: "Zen Master Jueming, since you already know the identity of this junior, you must also know why I am here, right?"

The great monk smiled and said: "Of course...isn't it the restaurant in Jinling City that was hit by the Heavenly Killing Evil?"

"Zen Master Jueming is indeed the leader of the Bazhai School of Feng Shui. It's a pity that I didn't become a disciple of you at the beginning." I said with a smile.

"You brat, don't put a high hat on the poor monk. If you don't follow your own ideas, if you had chosen the master yourself, your son would definitely not have chosen the poor monk. You have a very good relationship, even if you don't choose the one as a wife.

Yang Gaoyi, I guess he has to choose Ma Yuanling. You kid, you are a little too smart. Don’t play such clever tricks in front of the poor monk. You come here just to ask the poor monk to help you deal with the ghosts in the restaurant.
Chapter completed!