Journey to the West: Reverse Buddha

Chapter 1 The Uninvited Guest

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and in the mountain there was a temple. There was a young monk and an old monk in the temple. No, no, only me, a young monk."

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old little monk hummed a little tune and walked briskly on the mountain path, carrying a load of water on his back.But the small arms are extraordinarily strong and very relaxed.

The little monk has a clear face and bright eyes.Fluttering his big eyes, through the dense forest, he could vaguely see the small temple on the top of the mountain.

With a joyful cry, he trotted all the way to the front of the temple in one breath.This is a temple of some years, and the rubble walls are all dilapidated and stripped of paint, exuding a simple and ancient atmosphere everywhere.

There is a plaque hanging diagonally on the temple door, and the three characters "Gushan Temple" are written in bronzing.

The little monk didn't care about it, he pushed open the temple gate and ran to the backyard, pouring water into a big vat.This tank is also very special. It is not the kind of big tank that you usually see with two people hugged to death, but it is the size of a small thatched hut!

For a fourteen-fifteen-year-old boy, it is simply a behemoth.

There was a ladder next to the giant tank. The little monk unloaded the burden, carried the bucket, climbed the ladder to the edge of the tank, and poured the water one by one.

This is a daily compulsory course for the little monk, whose name is Jisheng.In fact, there was actually an old monk in this small temple. When he went out to fetch water one day, he found the young monk and adopted him.When Jisheng started to remember things, the old monk left a letter one night and traveled around the world.

In the letter, the old monk repeatedly instructed that no matter what happened, he must pour two load of water into the huge tank in the backyard every day.As for the reason, he didn't mention it at all. The old monk said that, and Jisheng did the same thing. Day after day, he persisted.

However, it is strange that no matter how much water is poured into the tank, it is swallowed one by one, and it has always kept half a tank of water, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Apart from this, the old monk has no other requirements.Therefore, after Jisheng climbs three poles every day, he has free time, or go to play in the forest, or take a rest in the sun, or meditate and sit in front of the Buddha. The small days are very pleasant.

Maybe just live a normal life day after day.There were no twists and turns but it was very comfortable, but on that day, the pointer of fate quietly changed.

On this day, the sun set in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun burned half of the sky red, a few solitary birds chirped and returned to their nests, and night fell slowly.

Jisheng is making a fire in the kitchen to cook, and he is going to eat a bowl of fragrant plain noodles today under the boiled water.Smelling the wafting fragrance, Jisheng's little face was full of hope, and the smoke from the cooking rose out of the temple.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!There was a knock on the door outside the temple, Ji Sheng looked surprised and ran to open the door.I thought to myself: This is a remote place, few people live here, and there are people visiting it, it's really strange.

When he opened the door, he saw a tall monk in a brown cassock.His face was clear and full of piety. When he saw people coming out, he folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Namo Amitabha, little master. You see, it's getting late, and the mountain road is difficult, can you stay for a night?"

Ji Sheng looked at the sky with his head, and the naughty sunset showed a corner, and Xiao Xiao peeked at the earth.The night is like a pair of invisible hands that will drive away the last few rays of light in the day.I put my toes on my toes and looked down the mountain. There were mists rising in the forest, covering the mountains and forests, making everything hazy.

When I came back to my senses again, I found that the monk had a solemn appearance, was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, turned the beads, and looked like he was devoted to the Buddha.

Ji Sheng's big eyes are very Shen Yun, he turns his reel, and his hands are also solemnly clasped together: "Amitabha is a Buddhist disciple, you don't have to be polite, you don't dislike the simple living in a humble house."

The high-headed monk smiled lightly and said, "Little master is very polite, and I am grateful for having a place to rest."

"Come in." Jisheng greeted the monk to enter the temple. The monk thanked him and went straight into the temple. Jisheng took him to a fairly clean room.

"You can stay here. You drink some water first, and I'll get you something to eat." Ji Sheng warmly greeted him.

The high-headed monk thanked him again and again, but before Jisheng left, he asked: "Little master, dare to ask, are you the only one in this huge temple?"

Ji Sheng didn't think too much, and said casually, "Yes, there was an old monk who traveled around the world eight years ago, and I was always alone. What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I just found that the little master has been busy all the time, and I haven't seen the adults for a long time. I feel strange, so I have this question, I hope the little master is not surprised." The monk closed his eyes and said slowly.

"Hey, it's not weird, it's not weird. The master doesn't have to be polite." After that, Ji Sheng saluted and exited the door.

As everyone knows, the high-headed monk suddenly opened his eyes when he closed the door, revealing undisguised greed.Yin smiled and said: "It was God who helped me to find such a place to live. I thought it would take some effort, but I didn't expect to be such a little monk."

"Cough cough!" The high-headed monk suddenly stopped laughing, coughed violently, and there was a trace of blood debt at the corner of his mouth.

The monk hurriedly sat cross-legged on the bed, breathing in and out of breath, and began to luck, only to see thick black gas spewing out from his nose and mouth, and then sucking it back, repeating this several times.

Feeling a little better, he stopped.Huo Ran opened his eyes, his eyes were sinister, and his face was angry and said: "You wait for me, wait for me to heal my wounds, and then go back to you to settle accounts!"

At this moment, Ji Sheng, who didn't know the truth, picked up the plain noodles from the pot and filled a bowl full.A burst of fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, Jisheng swallowed hard, his eyes full of desire.Just now I just cooked a bowl of plain noodles for myself. Who knew that a monk was killed halfway through, so I had no choice but to take the noodles to serve him first.

Ji Sheng turned his head away and recited the Buddha's name with all his might, wanting to forget the feeling of hunger, gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl, and walked towards the monk's room.

Pushing open the door, Ji Sheng was stunned and his eyes widened.The tall monk in front of him was, to be precise, a fat monk.He changed his previous face, showing his breasts openly, and there was a long scar on his stomach, which ran from the right chest down to the left waist.A string of large Buddha beads are hung around the neck, and different strange patterns are engraved on the beads.He had a fat head and big ears, a ferocious face, a fierce look, and a terrifying appearance of wanting to eat people.

what!Ji Sheng shouted, turned away from the bowl, closed his eyes and ran away.I don't know how long it took, but Jisheng just felt that he had been running for a long time, and there were bursts of soreness in his limbs.

"Are you tired?" A cool voice suddenly sounded in his ear.Ji Sheng's scalp tightened when he heard the words, and a coldness came deeply.

When I opened my eyes, I was taken aback, and I was suspended in mid-air by an invisible force.No matter how hard he ran, he just stayed where he was, without moving an inch, in vain.Ji Sheng sighed, and seemed to accept his fate and gave up his struggle.

Ji Sheng suddenly felt that his body was thrown to the ground by this mysterious force.Knowing that there was no hope of escaping, he turned to look dejected, but this time he thumped and laughed out loud.

It turned out that the bowl that Jisheng threw out before was frightened, and it just buckled upside down on the fat monk's round head, and the white noodles flowed out and hung on it, like strands of hair, as if wearing a wig.

"Master, your hairstyle is awesome!" Ji Sheng covered his mouth and snickered, throwing away the danger he was in.

The fat monk focused his attention on Ji Sheng, and knowing that he was about to run away, he imposed a law to stop him, completely unaware of his ugliness.Hearing this at this time, he patted his head and grabbed a bowl and a head full of noodles.

The fat monk's face was flushed with anger, and he became angry, smack!One smashed the bowl.The eyes seemed to burst into flames.

If I hadn't been seriously injured and needed you to take care of me, I would have cut you into pieces!The fat monk was deflated, suppressed his anger, and gritted his teeth: "What are you laughing at! Little monk, what's your name?"

Seeing that he was angry, Ji Sheng immediately stopped smiling, stared at the fat monk in a daze, and said with big eyes, "Falun Gong, Ji Sheng."

"Okay, Jisheng. From now on, I am the owner of this temple, you are my child, take care of my daily life, and don't disturb me without my orders." The fat monk ordered.

"Yes." Ji Sheng kept making promises, for fear of angering him and eating him, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and said cautiously, "That, master. Dare I ask your name?"

"Don't say it!" The fat monk said impatiently.

Jisheng pouted secretly, with a little dissatisfaction on his face, and whispered, "If you don't say it, don't say it, who cares."

The fat monk is a cultivator with clear ears and clear eyes, and this sound naturally cannot escape his ears.Immediately, he was furious: "I don't say my name, I don't say the master! Brat, get out of here! Don't let me see you! Get out! Cough!"

Speaking of excitement, not to mention that the master's body trembled violently, his qi and blood rolled, and he almost spurted blood, but he was still suppressed by his own forcible luck.

When Jisheng saw it, he looked terrified, turned around and ran out, away from the place of right and wrong.

Not to mention that the master didn't care about anything, he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, adjusting his luck, and suddenly black air burst out, wrapping his body, and a strong yin and evil aura gushed out, filling the room.

Not to mention, the master suddenly opened his mouth and took a breath, inhaling the dense black gas into his body.This makes the mood gradually stabilized.

Opening his eyes, he said with a look of resentment: "Sooner or later, I will be mad at this little brat!"

After trotting all the way, Jisheng returned to his room.He closed the door, leaned back against the door, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath.

I thought to myself: such a fat monk suddenly appeared, fierce and ferocious, scaring people to death.It looks like my free time is over, but he doesn't seem to let me do anything.

Jisheng felt relieved and very optimistic.He stood up, stretched for a long time, patted his mouth, and said, "I'm sleepy, I've been tired for a day, go to sleep, I'll talk about what I have to do tomorrow." After that, he fell back on the bed and fell asleep. .

At night, the last ray of light was exhausted.The occasional sound of insects outside the window announced the darkness of the night.

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