Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 27
When the new King Qi Er came out of the village, he saw such a scene.

I saw a great monk wearing a hundred-fold robe, holding a cane, lotus blossoms blooming on the soles of his feet, riding on the wind to protect the sky.

Of course, it could be the dust thrown up when the sand exploded.

Wang Qi'er, a short-sighted civilian, thought it was the mythical and legendary art of riding on clouds and mist.

"Ouch,"

I have to say that this move shocked Wang Qi'er, a gangster in the village.

"Grandmaster,"

Wang Qier opened his mouth and said: "No, no, you are always a Living Buddha."

As a scoundrel who is hated by gods and ghosts, Wang Qier can be regarded as a leader in this industry.

Not to mention anything else, just the talent of observing words and emotions made him hit the full value.

This great monk is supernaturally accomplished, he can walk tens of feet in one step, in the eyes of Wang Qier and Qingshan Xiaosi, isn't he just riding the clouds and riding the fog?

Wang Qier naturally knows how to choose between a living Buddha flying through the clouds and an eminent monk in a large temple.

Wang Qier trotted all the way, and without waiting for the great monk to come, he knelt down at the intersection with a 'pop' sound.

"Living Buddha, living Buddha," the ruffian hugged the monk's thick legs and refused to let go.

Xiaosi in Qingshan also knelt down quietly and kept kowtowing in salute.

Seeing the attitude of the two men, the great monk was stunned and held a plate of Buddhist beads in his hand.

One of the six supernatural powers, his mind moved, and the thoughts of the two people fell into his eyes like lines on the palm of his hand.

"Amitabha,"

The great monk chanted the Buddha's name in a long voice, stepped lightly on the ground with his shoes, and said: "The poor monk is ashamed of the words of the donor."

"The name of Living Buddha is not something that a poor monk can bear. Although a poor monk may have some minor skills, he dare not claim to be a Buddha. He only makes people laugh."

"Don't say it again, don't say it again,"

At the end of the speech, he used his magic power to make a thunder sound, which sounded like a big thunder sound, ringing in the ears of the two of them, and it lasted for a long time.

Wang Qier was excited and said quickly: "Yes, yes,"

"It is a disciple who falsely claims that our Buddha is merciful. It is a disciple's sin to compare himself to others."

Wang Qier ignored the villagers passing by, with a surprised expression as if he had seen a ghost, and a strong sense of flattery in his tone.

The great monk is well-informed and has profound knowledge of Buddhism, so he will not be fooled by these tricks.

There was great compassion in his eyes, and the Buddha beads kept spinning between his fingers. Under the great vision of heaven, all kinds of qi and qi were in front of him, and there was nothing to hide.

"The poor monk has gained enlightenment and oversees the Ci'an Temple."

He spoke slowly, with a calm tone that seemed to convey tranquility and calmness.

This sound was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning. The Arhat came to earth and showed his compassion to the world. It made Wang Qier's longing heart add another third of awe.

Wang Qier led the way and brought Monk Tongda to a house.

It is the only mansion in Shanghe Village, with three entrances and three exits, and a brick and tiled hall.

Wang Qier said respectfully: "Master, please take a seat."

Although Wang Qi Er started out as a scoundrel, he still has some skills.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible for him to roam freely in the countryside for more than ten years and remain at ease to this day.

He had the right attitude.

Liao Tong held a cane in one hand and performed Buddhist rituals with the other, saying: "The donor is the master of this place, why should I be so polite? The donor..."

"The master still calls me Qi Er, which is more affectionate."

Wang Qier smiled and said: "Master is a master of Buddhism. I have admired Qier for a long time."

"To be able to see the golden face today is the blessing that I, King Qi Er, have gained through three lifetimes of cultivation."

Wang Qier's face was full of sincerity and his kindness was irresistible.

Liao Tong glanced at Wang Qi'er calmly, his eyes seemed to have a hint of gold.

Above Wang Qi'er's top door, there is a trace of red air, standing in the void, a light red air machine, swallowing dozens of gray-white air machines, and a dozen light white air machines.
"Donor Wang has a good fate,"

He made a nonchalant comment.

The light red nature cannot be underestimated!
If you are an official, you can be the main hall of a county; if you are in the army, you can be in charge of a guard.

This Wang Qi Er looks unattractive, but in fact, he is somewhat outstanding in terms of energy.

Liao Tong thought secretly.

The monk Liao Tong didn't come to this remote place for the sake of a mere ordinary person.

He came here under the secret orders of his abbot and senior brother, so he condescended to appear in this remote and remote place.

If this were not the case, it would be nothing more than 150 taels of silver, which would really not be in the eyes of Monk Tong.

The courtyard with three entrances and three exits can be said to be a huge property in Shanghe Village.

But in the eyes of those who have seen the big world, they are ordinary, even a little crude.

However, as a monk, all four elements are empty. You can enjoy the silk and satin, but you can also endure the death of the withered temple.

It's just a superficial appearance, like a skeleton!
The great monk's heart was calm, but his face was still full of smiles.

"Tea," Wang Qier's flattering expression was revealed unabashedly, he clapped his hands and shouted.

Several servants filed out, carrying tea.

"Go,"

Wang Qi'er, don't look at the fact that his rise to fame has been short-lived, and his methods are not very glorious.

But in front of his servants, he was very dignified and commanding.

"Master, do you see?"

After he sent away all the servants, only his confidant Xiao Si was left, so he said a little anxiously.

However, Liao Tong did not answer the call. Instead, he raised his head thoughtfully and looked southeast of Shanghe Village.

In the sky above there, there was a trace of black and red energy floating and swimming, and the evil energy was so fierce that his Zen heart was slightly shaken.

"The poor monk already knows everything the benefactor asked for."

Liao Tong said softly: "The resentment is rising in the southeast. It doesn't look like a kind person, which is chilling."

"Difficult, difficult, difficult,"

After saying that, Liao Tong stood up and left.

150 taels of silver was worth it, the price for him to walk back and forth.

If you want this great monk to really contribute, Wang Qier's hand is still too small.

Besides, the great monk has a powerful Dharma eye. When he sees the black and red Qi machine and how malicious it is, he doesn't want to go into this muddy water.

"Master, don't worry,"

Wang Qi'er's expression tightened, and he was obviously very anxious. He waved his hand and said, "This is a little bit of my thoughts. Please accept it, Master."

He was sitting on the dark wood chair, and Xiaosi in Qingshan came forward, holding a round plate with a wooden box on it. The four sides were tightly packed and seemed to be extremely valuable.

Monk Liaotong raised his eyebrows, and his fingertips gently brushed against the tea cup that still carried the slightest breath of heat.

"Yeah," Wang Qier hummed softly.

Na Xiaosi understood at that time and opened the wooden box.

I saw an object as big as a cherry and full of jade color, lying quietly in this square wooden box.

Thousands of haloes of light shimmered on this thing.

Monk Liao Tong's body suddenly trembled. He was no longer as leisurely as before. He unknowingly retracted his steps and said with emotion: "Is this?"

Wang Qier said with a smile: "Master, can this treasure be considered the master's intention?"

"How about I trade this thing in exchange for Master's help?"

When Liao Tong saw this treasure, he suddenly pondered.

Wang Qier is full of confidence in this.

This so-called family heirloom is not an extraordinary thing. For the Buddhist disciples, it is like a cat that steals fish, with unimaginable temptation.

He is very self-aware that he is just a low-level person.

The gentry in the countryside treated it like toilet paper and threw it away after use, for fear that it would get stained with feces and urine, which would dirty their hands and feet.

This kind of people have today and no tomorrow. They have wine today and are drunk today.

Liao Tong is a monk, and even though his magical powers frighten a country bumpkin like Wang Qi Er, they may not be able to make Wang Qi Er truly obey him.

Wang Qier didn't urge him, but he couldn't help but tap his fingers on the table, showing that his mood was not calm.

"Relic..."

Liao Tong's mood swings are something that Wang Qi Er can only experience if he is an ordinary person.

His great wish in life was to prosper the Ci'an Temple.

Not to mention becoming a leader in Buddhism, it means becoming one of the top temples, a state of prominence, and you will be satisfied if you understand it.

However, if you want to achieve this, you need countless amounts of money, regardless of anything else.

As for money and food, it comes second to the approval of the court and the trust of the people.These are invisible and intangible, but they are all necessary.

Although the foundation of Daci'an Temple is not weak, it is not to the point where it can affect the government's affairs and the people's livelihood.

But this thing in front of him is something that no monk can ignore.

"Amitabha, when giving a gift, you must ask for something, and the donor can tell you what you want."

Liao Tong looked at the relic in the wooden box and couldn't look away for a long time.

Shelly!
He is a Buddhist eminent monk who was transformed by his cultivation when he was in nirvana.

For those in the Buddhist sect, it is no less effective than a treasure, and even in some aspects, it is infinitely better.

In a large Buddhist temple, there are only a few relics on that side. How can one suppress one's energy?
This is the most important foundation of Buddhism.

In the hands of Buddhism, it is almost countless times more useful than a treasure.

"Hahaha,"

Wang Qier smiled happily and said: "Master, I am a rough guy and don't understand anything."

"I hope you will forgive me for being disrespectful."

The value of a relic is enough to give in and suppress the discomfort in my heart.
However, Liao Tong nodded and said: "The poor monk understood the benefactor's intention."

"only……"

His hesitant attitude made Wang Qier's heart even more gloomy.

"Master, let me make it clear that my disciples must listen attentively."

(End of this chapter)