The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 81
After Fachan finished speaking, he saluted with one hand, turned and left.

The third uncle looked at Fachan's back and muttered, "This Fachan, can't you understand my question? Why do you seem to be talking like a god?"

I smiled and said: "In this place where the birds don't shit, it's okay to stay for a few days. You can try to live for a few years? If you look at this monastery, he probably doesn't even have anyone to talk to. A normal conversation is fine."

The third uncle thought for a while, then chuckled, and said the same thing happened.The patriarch he mentioned must be the wooden man Yang, right?

I looked at the cave, and still hesitated. According to this, the wooden man Yang is still alive?Then this age can enter the Guinness Book of Records, right?
Anyway, when you get here, you have to go in and have a look.

My third uncle and I walked into the cave step by step, one behind the other.

There was still moonlight outside, and when we entered the cave, it was pitch black.

The third uncle began to complain about Fachan again, not knowing to leave the lantern behind.

I looked inside, pointed to it and said, "Look, third uncle, there seems to be light coming through there."

In the depths of the cave, there is a dim yellow light, one bright and one dark, at first glance it is the light from candles or oil lamps.

The third uncle nodded, and led me tentatively to the depths of the cave.

There are many rocks in this cave, and there are many stalactites. I don't know where there is the sound of ticking water.

We found the place where the light came out, and found that the cave was here, and it was recessed to the right hand side, forming a natural hole.

The candlelight came from the hole.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a person sitting in the middle of the hole, but with his back to us.The light shone on his bald head, reflecting light.Apparently the man was also a monk.

I saw it suddenly and was shocked.But look at the monk sitting there quietly, motionless, like a wooden sculpture of clay.

Around the hole, there are four oil lamps, but the light is not enough, better than nothing.

So I also suspect that the monk is not a Buddha statue, right?

With a curiosity, we walked around the monk and came directly to the front of the monk.

When I saw the monk's face, I almost screamed.

That face was exactly like a mummy, the dry skin was tightly wrapped around the face, highlighting the outline of the whole face, it was not much different from a skeleton.The difference is that this face still has a skin on it.

Judging from his figure, he is also extremely thin, making the monk robe look extraordinarily fat.

He hasn't moved or made any sound since we saw him.

The third uncle couldn't help scolding: "This Dharma Zen can really deceive people. There is no patriarch here. It is clearly a mummy. I have to settle accounts with him..."

The third uncle said, and turned to leave.

As a result, at this moment, a voice suddenly came out: "You two benefactors, you are finally here..."

"Ah?" The third uncle and I shuddered at the same time. I could see clearly that this was not what the mummy said, because his mouth didn't move at all.

So, we looked around.I don't know who else is around.

But there are only bare stone walls around, where is there even half a figure?
The third uncle asked, "Who? Who is talking?"

"Aren't you here to find the old monk? Are there other people in this cave?"

The voice came again, very strange.But the meaning of what he said seemed to be what the mummy monk in front of him said.But he didn't even move his mouth, so how did he speak?
I tentatively asked the mummy: "Are you... still alive?"

"Life and death are a reincarnation. Whether you are alive or dead, it doesn't matter to the old monk."

"I see." The third uncle said suddenly: "This is ventriloquism. It seems that you are the patriarch of the Huijie Temple?"

"Master Dao has good eyesight, the old monk is from the Huijie Temple."

This time it was beyond my expectation.The old monk's eyes were tightly closed, and he could tell that the third uncle was a Taoist priest.Could it be that he has practiced to a certain level where he can see with his eyes closed and speak with his mouth shut?

I couldn't help becoming interested in this old monk, and asked again: "Dare to ask the old patriarch, is it Yang Xuzhi, the wooden man back then?"

The old monk replied: "The old monk's name is Jueming. Yang Xuzhi is dead."

I was taken aback, so he wasn't the wooden man Yang?

The third uncle reminded me in a low voice: "What he means is that Yang Xuzhi is just the name of a layman. He died when he became a monk. He is the wooden man Yang."

It turned out to be like this, and it dawned on me.It seems that we really did not come in vain this time, and actually saw the wooden man Yang.It's just that I never expected it to happen in such a way.

"Old Patriarch, you mean you have been waiting for us? Then can you go with us and meet someone?" Third Uncle asked.

"The old monk has faced the wall for a hundred years, sincerely repents, and will not leave here for half a step."

The third uncle took out the wooden figurine of Wanqing and stood it on the ground in front of Jueming.This should be the hand of self-awareness, he should be very familiar with it.

The third uncle asked: "Someone is thinking about you all the time and won't let go..."

"She asked you to come, right? So, you've already met her, and she still hasn't forgiven me. "

The old monk's voice didn't seem to have any ups and downs, and his mood didn't change in any way just because he saw the wooden figurine.

"Old Patriarch, in this case, why don't you come with us to meet her, wouldn't it be better to untie this knot in person? You also said that you have been waiting here for a hundred years, isn't it just looking for this opportunity?"

"I'm not waiting for you, I'm waiting for my liberation. You go, Fachan knows how to deal with it."

After Jueming finished speaking, no matter what we said, we would not utter any words.With no sound, the old monk in front of him became a mummy again.

The third uncle shook his head, put away the figurines, took a look at Jueming, and led me out of the cave.

As soon as we walked out of the cave, we saw Fachan standing outside with a lantern.

Seeing us coming out, Fachan nodded and said, "Thank you two benefactors, please follow me to the Zen room to rest."

This Fachan has always been inexplicable when he speaks. As soon as we came out, he thanked us out of nowhere.

The third uncle grabbed Fachan's robe and asked, "Monk, let me ask you, is that old monk Ganba really your patriarch?"

Fachan was stunned, and hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Anituofo, the almsgiver, please leave a word of virtue, and don't blaspheme the patriarch."

The third uncle didn't take it seriously: "Are you kidding? You Buddhists are really boring."

Fachan took us to the meditation room, arranged for us to rest, and said that he would come to see us tomorrow.

We have no other choice but to be as hospitable as we want.

(End of this chapter)