Chapter 479

Mi Sheng looked at the uncles all over the ground.

The monk's heart was calm.

He didn't feel like he was making a choice. When Lin Shu and Runsheng stood on the roof respectively, and the youth appeared so close to him alone, the monk knew he had no choice.

From the contact in the previous wave, both sides understood each other. The monk knew that the youth would never risk himself. If he found that he had done so, it meant that he had become harmless to the youth.

Mi Sheng turned his head and looked at the river behind him.

Immediately, he no longer hesitated and stepped onto the pier.

Although he didn't come by boat, he had come to the shore on this side.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I didn't know you would be here."

Mi Sheng: "Senior, this little monk has nothing to do with this matter."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I believe you."

Mi Sheng: "Many thanks for Senior's trust."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's a pity you are not Ling Wuxing or Tao Zhuming."

Mi Sheng smiled.

Ling Wuxing and Tao Zhuming could persuade their families to stop this kind of action that alerts the enemy, but he, Mi Sheng, could not.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Is obtaining the recognition of the temple really that important to you?"

Mi Sheng: "Aren't all people in the world like this? Even your words and deeds on the river, Senior, aren't they also hoping to get the recognition of the ancestors of the two Dragon Kings?"

This time, it was Li Zhuiyuan's turn to smile.

"Glug... glug... glug..."

Bubbles appeared on the river behind, and Yin Meng's figure emerged.

Mi Sheng: "Senior has profound merit."

The merit of walking the river is indeed rich, but there is also a fixed number. The risk for those walking the river alone is huge, but the benefit of enjoying all the merit alone is also the greatest.

Forming a team to worship the Long Wang and walk the river is more stable, but it is often relatively more mediocre, and one has to face the problem of too many monks and too little gruel.

Therefore, river-walking teams either take a relatively streamlined route or are one lamp-lighter with several accessories.

But on Li Zhuiyuan's side, not only are there many people worshipping him, but one by one, their strength is improving very strongly.

Mi Sheng can only think that Li Zhuiyuan has a high completion rate for every wave and obtains enough merit to be so extravagant.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Eating hot pot?"

Mi Sheng: "Yin-Yang pot is fine."

Li Zhuiyuan: "At Lu Family Village, you also ate venison."

Mi Sheng: "Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Here, unless it's a friend with a certain degree of closeness, no one is willing to settle for eating a Yin-Yang pot with you."

Mi Sheng put his hands together: "Thank you, Senior, for your kindness."

The thick fog dispersed.

Yang Banxian led his apprentice and pushed a flatbed cart over. On the cart were the pot base, charcoal stove, and a variety of ingredients.

These were all bought in advance at the hot pot restaurant during the day, and ice cubes were placed under each basket of ingredients to keep them fresh.

Being trapped in the coffin shop in the thick fog for so many days, after being liberated, the memories were blurred, like having a long nightmare.

It's just that the apprentice really forgot, while Yang Banxian forced himself not to recall.

If he had really forgotten everything cleanly, Yang Banxian wouldn't have diligently taken on the job of delivering hot pot.

Runsheng knocked on the wall with the Yellow River shovel; it was clearly hollowed out inside. Rather than waiting for it to collapse and open a hole by itself in a few days, it was better to deal with it in advance.

Yin Meng squatted to the side to help pass bricks, accompanying Runsheng to build the wall.

Yin Meng: "When did your craftsmanship become so good?"

Runsheng: "The building at home was also built by me."

Both were silent for a moment.

Then, they said in unison:

"I'm sorry."

Both sides understood what the other meant.

Yin Meng was apologizing for randomly taking things for Runsheng to eat, and Runsheng was apologizing for becoming a death-reversal.

Both sides were looking forward to this meeting, but didn't expect such a thing to happen immediately after meeting, and both thought they had caused regrets for the other.

Yin Meng's mouth corners curled up, saying: "Actually, there is no difference between you being a death-reversal and now; you are both working very seriously."

Runsheng scratched his head upon hearing this.

This sounds like your partner saying to you: There is no difference between you being alive and dead.

Yin Meng placed the last stack of bricks in front of Runsheng, stood up, and walked toward the coffins.

This coffin was made truly beautifully.

The material was ordinary, but the texture was exceptionally exquisite and thick.

After all, it was made by a great death-reversal with his own hands, equivalent to having been through the light.

People buried in this kind of coffin don't need to worry about corpse changes at all, because the levels are too different, and instead, it forms a poison-suppressing-poison effect.

Yin Meng patted them and laughed: "I bet, this will definitely sell well; it is absolutely the dream coffin of grandpas and grandmas."

Runsheng: "Sold out, next time I come, I will continue to make them."

Yin Meng nodded.

The hot pot was placed by the well in the backyard of the coffin shop. Yang Banxian added a partition to the pot, poured in clear water, and added some green onions, ginger, and mushrooms.

After Li Zhuiyuan put down the bronze mirror, he picked up the Bodhisattva's golden body again and continued to play with it.

Both are good things.

The youth was already looking forward to the effect of placing them in his own dojo.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Eat your food, don't be polite."

Mi Sheng: "Good."

The monk began to swish vegetables.

He was a bit puzzled in his heart. Originally, he thought the youth took action to launch revenge against Qinglong Temple.

But looking at this posture, the youth was clearly very fond of these two treasures.

One must know that in terms of foundation, there are very few in the whole Jianghu who can compare to the one in front of him; he sits on two Long Wang gates.

This strong sense of disharmony is like seeing a current millionaire keen on highway robbery.

Monk Mi Sheng didn't know what the youth meant by deliberately performing like this in front of him, and he didn't dare to ask.

Li Zhuiyuan put down the golden body, picked up the soy milk next to him, took a sip, and asked:

"Have you considered it?"

"Senior, this little monk has already come ashore."

"What I want is not forced by the situation."

"Although this little monk had no choice tonight, I was not forced. I also realized that some things cannot be changed, and some forces cannot be blocked."

"I want to see the result."

"This little monk will let Senior see it."

"Eat."

Mi Sheng lowered his head and continued to swish vegetables.

Yang Banxian's apprentice brought over a bowl of rice.

Mi Sheng looked up at him.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Taken a fancy to him?"

Mi Sheng: "Great dullness, great Buddhist fate; there must be a protector by his side."

When saying this, Yang Banxian came in to add charcoal.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Ready-made, can be picked up."

Mi Sheng: "The temple is not clean. Wait until it is cleaned up, then I will pick him up."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Not afraid of losing him? Can register his name first."

Mi Sheng: "Please, Senior, build a bridge and lead the way."

Li Zhuiyuan said to Yang Banxian: "This master wants to take your apprentice away in the future, are you willing?"

Yang Banxian looked Monk Mi Sheng up and down. This monk was wearing a white robe; although not the kind of bejeweled and jade-adorned, he was naturally formed like moist jade, belonging to the standard high-monk face. Good heavens, he was even better-looking than the Tang Monk on TV.

His apprentice following him, there will definitely be no shortage of food and drink in the future.

Yang Banxian knew he was old. With his little cultivation, it's no problem to live a carefree life, but once he is gone, his apprentice's clumsy mouth will starve to death.

In his line of work, it is taboo to hoard wealth and property, so he couldn't settle too much for his apprentice.

"Okay, I'm willing, of course I'm willing, hehe."

The apprentice was anxious: "Master, you don't want me anymore?"

Monk Mi Sheng looked at the little apprentice and said: "From today on, your dharma name is Mi Guang."

Apprentice: "Master, you really don't treat yourself as an outsider. I won't leave my master, and besides, I'm not a monk, I'm a fake monk."

Mi Sheng: "You should call me, Senior Brother."

Apprentice: "Hey, I say, are you listening to me at all?"

Yang Banxian apologized while pulling his apprentice away.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Who is your master?"

Mi Sheng was clearly accepting a disciple on behalf of his master just now.

The monk thought for a while and answered frankly:

"My master—Demon-Suppressing Pagoda."

The charcoal fire was warm, and the pot steam rose.

The monk finished eating.

From beginning to end, Li Zhuiyuan didn't move his chopsticks.

He put down his chopsticks tactfully: "Senior, this little monk has finished. The sky is not yet bright, and this little monk wants to go to a high place to worship the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple."

"Please."

Monk Mi Sheng saluted and left his seat, walking out of the coffin shop.

Li Zhuiyuan scooped out the clear soup pot base, removed the partition, added some red oil, chili, and peppercorns, and greeted the others:

"Come, let's eat hot pot."

In the early morning, the ghost street had not yet woken up, but in the temple at the very top, the statues of gods and ghosts looked like they were just waking up because of their drooping eyes.

Monk Mi Sheng walked all the way up, came to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple, crossed the threshold, walked in, and knelt on the cushion.

On the left and right sides of the temple gate, there were tables selling souvenirs and casting lots for luck, but the staff had not yet started work.

In Mi Sheng's mind, the youth's words on the pier emerged: Why be obsessed with being recognized by the temple?

This temple, even the Bodhisattva has not recognized it.

And this Bodhisattva, who is the one recognized?

The monk didn't kneel here for too long. He stood up quickly, and when he turned to walk to the temple gate, a faint Buddhist light projected from the eyes of the Bodhisattva statue in the temple.

The Bodhisattva manifested.

For those in the Buddhist sect, this is absolutely a great joy and great fortune.

Mi Sheng stopped his steps and turned back half his face.

On this face, black patterns were dense, and the magic eyes were deep.

The Buddhist light on the Bodhisattva statue receded.

Mi Sheng smiled.

He hated that the youth destroyed his Buddhist heart and planted a magic seed in front of the Lu Family Village gate.

But he was also grateful that the youth helped him untie the old shackles, only then knowing that I am me.

Seeking Buddha and worshipping Buddha is not as good as becoming Buddha.

This should have been a dead end, because he alone could not shake Qinglong Temple.

But because of the existence of that youth, the great calamity of Qinglong would inevitably happen, and he could take advantage of this east wind to rise. He was being used, but he was also being achieved.

The road under Monk Mi Sheng's feet became firm.

When walking out of the scenic area, the early stalls outside had already begun to be busy.

After Yang Banxian settled his apprentice's stall, he went to the other end of the ghost street to set up his fortune-telling stall.

The little apprentice sat there, his eyes looking around, as if there were fleas on him, very uncomfortable.

Seeing Monk Mi Sheng, the little apprentice glared at him angrily.

Mi Sheng walked behind the stall, sat down, closed his eyes, and chanted sutras.

As the day progressed and the popularity on the street gradually rose, the little apprentice's eyes gradually widened. He saw tourists not needing to be shouted at, taking the initiative to walk to the stall to salute Mi Sheng, and then taking the initiative to put money into his alms bowl.

Mi Sheng sat like this from early morning until dusk.

During this period, he had never stood up, nor had he opened his eyes.

The little apprentice was extremely surprised; this monk was not only good at making money but also didn't eat, drink, or defecate.

After Yang Banxian closed his stall, he held his fortune-telling banner and came to his apprentice's stall.

"Is this, full?"

The apprentice shook his head and took out a bulging black plastic bag: "Filled three times, Master, here you go."

Yang Banxian didn't rush to collect the money but asked Mi Sheng in a low voice:

"Little Master, how do we split the account?"

Mi Sheng opened his eyes: "Take care of him for me for a while longer, not too long. When the temple is empty, I will pick him up to live in the temple."

Yang Banxian: "Is the temple spacious? Ahem, I mean, can you take me in too?"

Mi Sheng: "Yes."

Yang Banxian: "Then is it lively around the temple, is it close to the town? I am a person who loves liveliness and cleanliness. My hair gets oily easily, and I love to wash it."

Mi Sheng: "Yes."

Yang Banxian: "Ha, that is simply a place for immortals."

Mi Sheng stood up, picked up his Zen staff, and walked out of the stall.

Yang Banxian: "Little Master, you must keep your word. We will wait for you right here."

Mi Sheng nodded while walking away.

Walking down the ghost street, he passed the coffin shop again.

He saw staff at the entrance of the coffin shop installing a telephone.

In the shop, Runsheng was making a coffin, Yin Meng was standing next to Runsheng, holding snacks, eating them herself while feeding Runsheng, and from time to time, she had to hide from the staff at the door to pass a "cigar" to Runsheng to smoke and relax.

Today was the official opening of the shop, and all the finished coffins were sold out.

Good things visible to the naked eye indeed don't worry about sales. There were tourists from other places who, after paying, didn't hesitate to spend high shipping costs to have the coffins shipped to their hometowns.

There were still several orders placed, and Runsheng had to work through the night to try to rush out these orders before returning to Nantong.

Yin Meng: "As long as you make a batch of coffins every time you come, relying on this income, the round-trip air ticket money is just a small part."

Runsheng: "Hmm."

Yin Meng turned around and saw Monk Mi Sheng standing at the door. She said: "Brother Xiao Yuan said, if you have thought it through, just go on your own."

Monk Mi Sheng returned the salute.

After leaving the ghost city, that night, Mi Sheng stayed in a broken temple in the mountains.

He sat in front of the collapsed Buddha statue, eating dry rations in small bites.

On both sides sat a group of monks, all with their heads drooping.

If you unbuttoned their cassocks, you could see the indentations on their chests caused by the Zen staff.

The people who came to receive the Bodhisattva lost contact, and the temple also sensed that something had happened, so they sent another team to investigate. However, the temple was much smarter this time, and the people sent were all very ordinary in skill.

Mi Sheng killed them all, using practical actions to help the temple become smarter.

"Rumble!"

Outside, it was thundering and raining.

Between the flashes of lightning, Mi Sheng in the broken temple was eating dry rations gently and softly one moment, and gnawing on hearts and livers with his face covered in blood the next.