I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest

Chapter 115 Isn't Diary Just for People to Read?

Afterwards, the monk practiced silent meditation, no matter how Gu Yao asked questions, he kept silent.

Isn't it cool being a riddle guy?

Gan!
Gu Yao cursed secretly, and watched him close his eyes and move the beads silently, as if he had settled down and didn't care about anything, and turned to Wu Shuzhu;

"Shuzhu, let me tell you a story."

Wu Shuzhu was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit who found a big radish. On the way to move it home, he met a pangolin."

Wu Shuzhu blinked, and Xiyan's big eyes widened with effort.

"The pangolin snatched the radish with one paw. The little white rabbit was very angry. It shouted angrily at the pangolin, what are you doing!"

"Then the pangolin said a word to the little rabbit, and the little rabbit committed suicide after listening."

Then Gu Yao poured himself a cup of tea: "Okay, the story is over, let's continue with the business."

Wu Shuzhu: ".?"

She stared wide-eyed, and asked in a daze but cautiously, "Gu Yao, what is a pangolin?"

Gu Yao: "."

I was silenced.

Sure enough, chicken has been a master since ancient times.

The monk didn't know when he opened his eyes, and looked at Gu Yao with the eyes of a fool.

It was me who brought it on. Gu Yao cleared his throat, and when he was about to change the subject, the monk said, "The poor monk is also very curious, what is a pangolin?"

"Pangolin," Gu Yao was overjoyed when he heard him speak, "It's a rumored animal whose scales can strengthen yang."

Of course, in fact, it cannot strengthen yang. People only like to eat ants, so how could it have this effect.

The monk's eyes were fixed: "Aphrodisiac?"

"My temple's traditional Chinese medicine scriptures have detailed and sufficient records on the things that strengthen yang. Why have you never heard of pangolins?"

Gu Yao smiled slightly: "Shuzhu, do you feel tired, are you going to sleep?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

Gu Yao looked at the monk: "Master, can you leave? The benefactor here has to take off her clothes. It's not appropriate for you to be here."

The monk stared at Gu Yao, got up and left, Gu Yao shouted behind him again: "Master, please send some pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Gu Yao, I don't want to sleep, and I don't want to sleep with you." Wu Shuzhu huddled in the corner of the wall with his hands guarding his chest nervously.

"Don't think so beautifully." Gu Yao rolled his eyes and said while grinding the ink: "Tell me everything you heard today."

"Oh." Hearing what he said, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, and told everything she had heard in the morning.

Gu Yao was listening while writing something, interrupting him from time to time.

"That is to say, originally the Golden Buddha Temple was thriving and even expected to be the number one Buddhist temple in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but all the prosperity ended after a fire 20 years ago?"

"Hmm," Wu Shuzhu asked curiously while nodding, "What are you writing, why can't I understand?"

"This, this is called a diary."

"journal?"

"It's something that records everything that can't be seen by people."

"Since you can't see people, why do you have to write it on paper? Logically speaking, shouldn't there be a spell in the soul to prevent leakage?"

Blind student, you have discovered Huadian.

Gu Yao nodded in satisfaction: "What you said makes sense, so what you write is for others to read. How can any serious person write down all the things that can't be seen?"

"Since it is for others to read, why do you still use words that I can't understand?"

"Do you understand the sense of accomplishment? Not only do I want to write something that looks strange and familiar to them, but I also need to cast a spell to save it after I write it, and then hide it in a place that is not obvious but easy to find, so that they will know how to cherish it when they find it." .”

"Wait until they rack their brains to figure out what I wrote."

Wu Shuzhu tilted his head: "You Central Plains people are really complicated, and the hearts of Taoists are really dirty."

Gu Yao dried the ink on the latest diary and folded it into two. One was put in his bosom, and he was going to bury it under the tree when he got home, and the other was going to be placed in the Golden Buddha Temple.

"Let you be a great monk as a riddle, and I will also give you the whole secret letter for you to play with."

Buddhism really needs aphrodisiacs to speed up cultivation, but although there are many of these things, there will never be many.

Looking inside the house, Gu Yao folded the letter and put it on the beam.

"Speaking of which, 20 years ago, there seemed to be another incident." Gu Yao rubbed the fox's belly, recalling.

"In Qingshui County, there were two corpses hidden in the underground of the former richest man in Qingshui, Hou's family."

"One belongs to King Huainan, and the other belongs to his son."

"It's interesting to say that the son of King Huainan also became a monk in the Golden Buddha Temple."

"What's more interesting is that King Huainan also died 20 years ago."

"In addition, I also know a secret, the son of King Huainan is still him and his sister."

Bang bang bang.

A hasty knock on the door rang, interrupting Gu Yao's words.

The monk came back again with some fasting food: "You two benefactors, it's time for lunch."

"Master, I don't know your Dharma name?"

"Zong Qing."

"Zong Yuan is actually from your generation?" Gu Yao was a little surprised.

Zong Qing cleaned up the things on the table, put away the fast food and said: "Junior Brother Zong Yuan is a latecomer, but the person who introduced him to our temple is of extraordinary status."

"By the way, Zong Convenience is the son of King Huainan you mentioned."

Zong Qing put the things away, stretched out his hand to twirl, and the letter paper on the beam fell down: "Junior Brother Zongfang worshiped in my temple under the instruction of King Huainan, so he also became the junior brother of the poor monk."

He bowed to Gu Yao: "Thank you for the gift, benefactor."

Watching him leave, Gu Yao signaled to eat.

"What is he thanking?"

"Hasn't he been eavesdropping all the time? He must have thought that I wrote something about pangolins on paper."

"Then you wrote it?"

"I did."

Zong Qing, who was next door, opened the letter paper, forehead lines instantly filled his forehead.

In the afternoon, Gu Yao didn't leave the fasting room, and happily killed the ghosts here, and opened the harmony between man and nature of the dragon button and white jade seal.

By nightfall, there were only about [-] Yanguis left.

"Do you have any special hobbies? Why can killing ghosts be so fun?" Wu Shuzhu looked at Gu Yao, whose smile became more and more perverted, and retreated into the corner again.

Gu Yao ignored her, his pupils were dyed with two golden lights, and he spread his hands.

A ball of jumping thunder appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Maoshan Five Thunder Palms, it's done!"

Excitedly opened the door, only to find that it was already dark outside.

The monks who had been coming and going had disappeared, and at this moment, the place was shrouded in silence.

"How long has it been?" he asked over his shoulder.

"About three o'clock, that Zong Qing came to say goodbye in about half an hour, but you were practicing at that time, so he didn't call you."

"Go, go to the main hall to have a look." Gu Yao said after thinking for a moment.

With Xiyan in his arms, Gu Yao came to the main hall.

Same as last night, it was crowded with monks, and Zong Yuan was sitting on a futon in front of the door.

Unlike last night, the monks got along very well today, talking and laughing.

until
"Ah!" A monk exclaimed, urinating away from the table.

He pointed at the table with a finger, and howled, "Why? Why are you here again? He was already dead last night!"

Gu Yao looked and saw a white figure slowly appearing on the red table.

The shape of this white figure is similar to the white ash left by the monk who died last night, and it is so painfully distorted.

A smile appeared on Zong Yuan's face, watching the group of monks cry, he approached Gu Yao and said, "Thank you very much."

"Although they refused to tell me what you are, but thanks to you, they have become very active."

(End of this chapter)