The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 82 Sitting
We were arranged in the meditation room. On the table were two vegetable steamed buns, several dishes of vegetarian dishes, and two bowls of vegetable soup.It looks like it should be prepared by Fachan for us.

My third uncle and I are a little hungry, so let’s settle down when we come, and sit on the table and eat our stomachs first.

As a result, we just ate a few bites, and we were a little helpless.Whether it's a steamed bun or a vegetarian vegetable soup, there is no oil or water at all, basically the same as boiled in clear water.This kind of food has no taste at all, and it can only barely fill the stomach.

I really don't know how this old monk and Fachan lived their lives?

While eating, I asked my third uncle: "Third uncle, you said that old monk is really over 100 years old?"

The third uncle nodded: "It seems that there is no mistake. This old monk is not ordinary. It is said that the ancestor Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years and did not eat, drink or sleep. This old monk is much more powerful than Bodhidharma. This wall is 100 years old." what."

I curled my lips: "How is it possible? Don't eat, drink, or sleep, let alone nine years, you'll be dead in nine days. You mean this old monk has been in the cave for 100 years?"

The third uncle said: "At least that's how Fei Yao's dream was explained. Not eating, drinking or sleeping is too exaggerated, but I said that this old monk is powerful because I suspect that he has already cultivated into a golden body, so he doesn't need to eat." Don’t drink, or eat and drink less. And he has also opened the Buddha’s eye, so he can speak without opening his mouth, and can see things without opening his eyes. In other words, although he can’t go out of the hole, he can know the world’s affairs. If he If you want to know anything, you can know. I believe he already knows the purpose of our coming to him. I guess he has already arranged everything. It is useless for us to worry. Let’s rest here first, and tomorrow morning we will Go ask him again."

The third uncle said it amazingly. It was the first time I came into contact with these things, so I couldn't help being curious, thinking that I must take a good look at this amazing old monk the next day.

Strange to say, staying overnight in a temple in the mountains, listening to the bells of startled birds outside, and smelling the strong fragrance of Buddha permeating the entire temple, my originally disturbed heart suddenly calmed down and soon fell asleep.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by my third uncle.

I squinted my eyes, and heard my third uncle say, "Yangzi, get up quickly, what does it smell like? Is there something on fire?"

I lifted my nose, and sure enough, the scent of Buddha was replaced by a burnt smell.

I hurriedly put on my clothes and prepared to go out with my third uncle to have a look.As a result, the door opened, and Fachan walked in head-on.

The third uncle said: "Master Fachan, did you burn the pot by cooking? Go and have a look, and we will meet the old patriarch again."

Fachan nodded: "The old patriarch is no longer in the cave, I just brought you to find him, the old patriarch has already explained, the two benefactors come with me."

The old monk is no longer in the cave, didn't he say he would not leave there?I was full of doubts, followed Fachan out of the meditation room, and went out through a corner door, which was a cross courtyard.

When I got here, the burnt smell became stronger.

After passing the corner gate, I saw some burnt logs in the middle of the yard at a glance.It was supposed to be a frame made of wood, but now most of it has been burned, leaving only some scorched wood.

My third uncle and I looked at each other and were about to ask what happened.

Fachan said to us: "Two benefactors, the old patriarch sat down last night."

I was taken aback, "Sit...Zuhua? You mean the old Patriarch...has passed away?"

Fazen nodded.

Third Uncle pointed to the pile of wood: "Then this..."

Fachan continued: "The little monk has already cremated the old patriarch."

The third uncle asked in surprise: "Cremated? Why did you cremate so soon?"

"It's the old patriarch's explanation. He has been waiting for this day for a long time. The little monk has explained the matter here, and he is leaving here." Although there is no expression on Fachan's face, he can hear it, yes The old monk has deep feelings.So the old monk is gone, so there is no need for him to stay here.

The third uncle sighed and asked, "What did the old patriarch tell you?"

Fachan said: "Let the little monk tell you about him. There is still something to give you."

After speaking, Fachan told us about the story of the old Patriarch Jueming.

It started from the end of the story my third uncle told me...

Back then, after Yang Xuzhi used the black cat to avenge his revenge, he was enlightened by the dilapidated monk and faced the wall and thought about his mistakes.In the first period of time, he couldn't forget Wan Qing at all, let alone his guilt towards Wan Qing.At the same time, he deeply blamed himself for killing the black cat.

Yang Xuzhi was in pain every day and night.

During this period, the dilapidated monk accompanied Yang Xuzhi to burn incense and chant scriptures every day.

Yang Xuzhi's heart was distracted, and when he heard the scriptures, he had a splitting headache and could not live or die.

But the monk still does not sleep every day, without a moment of relaxation.

It was not until three years later that Yang Xuzhi seemed to have an epiphany. Hearing the scriptures no longer hurt him, and instead began to recite the scriptures by himself.

The dilapidated monk also went out to travel that year and never returned.Before leaving, he shaved Yang Xuzhi, took the Dharma name Jueming, and handed over the ruined temple to Yang Xuzhi.

Monk Jueming decided to face the wall and imitate Bodhidharma in order to seek Buddhist principles.

At that time, people around heard that there were eminent monks sitting in meditation in this temple, and the incense was lit every day.Jueming named this temple Huijie Temple, and since then he has lived in seclusion in the cave.Order the little novice to deliver meals into the cave every day.

The monastery went from decline to its peak, and then from its peak to decline day by day, and there were fewer and fewer monks in the temple.But there is always a monk who is willing to follow the old patriarch Jueming and accompany him.

Today, a hundred years later, just as the third uncle estimated, Jueming has cultivated into a golden body and opened his Buddha eyes.It can absorb the aura of heaven and earth without eating for a year or drinking for several months.

And Fachan entered the temple when he was a child, and has been in this Huijie Temple for 30 years.He is extremely intelligent and can communicate with Jueming without using words.This sounds amazing, and my interpretation is that the two of them can communicate directly using brain waves.No wonder he knew what Jueming meant when he was at the cave entrance.

After listening to Fachan, I still don't quite understand why this old monk died after we arrived, and why he asked Fachan to burn his body immediately after he passed away.

The third uncle sighed: "This wooden man Yang has truly lived a legendary life. If he hadn't deliberately concealed his identity, he is destined to be a famous figure in history..."

After speaking, the third uncle asked Fachan again: "You mean, the old patriarch has something for us?"

Fachan nodded, and took out a box from the bag on his body.In front of us, the box was opened.

(End of this chapter)