It was another morning, the cold wind was blowing lightly, and the mountain peaks behind the Guanyin Temple blocked the rising sun, condescendingly pressing over, giving people a feeling of depression.
Outside the window is a crowded world of pilgrims, but inside the window is a slightly awkward scene.
"Master."
Qingkong stepped forward and asked Wutong: "Do you want to call the police?"
"No, I didn't lose anything."
Wutong fiddled with the Buddha beads in his hand, locked his eyebrows and asked Qingkong: "Are there any losses in other monks' rooms?"
Jingkong shook his head and replied, "No, the thief came to your room." ” "Good, good."
The tense expression on Wutong's face relaxed slightly, and he closed his eyes and recited the Guanyin Heart Sutra.
Last night a thief patronized Master Wutong's monk's room, and the strange thing is that he turned the monk's room into a mess but didn't steal anything.
It may be that he didn't find what he was looking for, and when he left, he used scissors to cut a big hole in the robe that Master Wutong wore when he was doing things to vent his dissatisfaction.
When Wutong finished reading the scriptures, he asked, "Master, do you need me to ask a tailor to make you a robe?"
"Why waste money and needlework as a teacher, and when the robe is dry, I can make do with it."
Hey, the master really saved the clearance and sighed secretly, and didn't persuade again.
A young monk hurried in from outside the door, bowed to Wutong and said, "Abbot, a guest is anxious to see you. ” "Who" "He said it was your old acquaintance, and his name was Lin Wenzhe."
"Lin Wenzhe, what is he doing" Wutong opened his eyes suddenly.
"Say there's something important for you."
"Qingkong, you take Master Lin to the reception room first, and I'll come later."
After Jingkong and the young monk went out, Wutong pinched his fingers and wondered: "Strange, why can't I figure out his intentions?"
After a while, he withdrew his wrist, changed into a monk's robe and went out to the reception room to meet Lin Wenzhe.
"Master Lin, I haven't seen you for many years, you can be fine" In the reception room, Wutong took two steps to greet Lin Wenzhe who was sitting on a mahogany chair.
"Okay, okay."
Lin Wenzhe hurriedly stood up and stretched out his right hand to him.
Wutong was stunned, so he had to hold Lin Wenzhe's hand and say hello to him like an ordinary person.
After the two sat down, Wutong asked him: "I don't know what happened to Lord Lin looking for a poor monk."
Lin Wenzhe looked at the clear space of pouring tea and did not speak for a long time.
"Clear space, you go and rest first."
"Yes, master."
Qingkong put down the teapot knowingly and retreated, Lin Wenzhe quickly got up and closed the door and closed the curtains again.
Wutong frowned slightly, "Master Lin, what is so important, and you have to say it behind someone's back" Lin Wenzhe leaned close to Wutong and whispered, "Old Lin, someone wants to harm you" "It's impossible, the poor monk has no quarrel with the world, who will harm me" Wutong responded indifferently, his face was not shocked.
"Do you know a young man named Qi Lu?"
"Of course I know, he is a poor monk's old friend, and he often comes to the small temple to talk to me about Buddhism."
Hearing the name Qi Lu, Wutong's face had a slight expression, and he looked at Lin Wenzhe: "Could it be that the Qi donor asked you to pass the word to the poor monk."
"And the word goes, now he wants to kill you" "Lord Qi Shi is kind-hearted, how can he do such a thing" Wutong was unmoved, and his fingers flicked the Buddha beads.
"When is it, you are still speaking for him" Lin Wenzhe said with a wry smile: "If I hadn't accidentally discovered his conspiracy, otherwise you would still be in the dark." ” Wutong let out a "hmm" and asked softly, "How do you know?"
"I'll show you some evidence first, and you'll know his sinister intentions."
Lin Wenzhe took out his mobile phone and called up an audio for Wutong to listen to.
There was an intermittent cry of a baby on the phone, the sound was very tragic, and gradually it fell silent.
Then a cold female voice spoke: "That bald donkey is quite familiar with the Dharma, I'm afraid your method won't work for him." ” "Hahahaha" The eerie laughter that followed pierced through the mobile phone and floated in the reception room, making people feel creepy to hear.
Then a man said hatefully: "Open guns are easy to block, but hidden arrows are difficult to prevent, and you have to use this method to deal with the old monk." ” There was silence on the phone, and within a minute the man said, "Wutong won't live until tomorrow night." ” Hearing this, Wutong's eyelids jumped involuntarily, this male voice was very familiar to him, and he had already recognized these two people as Qi Lu and Ding Xiaolan from this passage.
Wutong listened carefully, but the audio in the phone ended here.
He was stunned for a moment and looked at Lin Zhewen with puzzled eyes.
Lin Wenzhe couldn't hold back his excited expression and said to Wutong: "Now you believe it?"
"Where did this recording come from?"
asked Wutong again.
"A few days ago, this kid asked me about Song Wenjian's news, and I refused to disclose the relevant information when I saw that his price was too low.
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Yesterday a few creditors came to me to collect debts, and I thought that flies are also meat, so I changed my mind and decided to discuss with a boy surnamed Qi, as long as he could make a higher price, I would tell him everything I knew. ” Lin Wenzhe paused, and saw that Wutong became interested in his words, so he continued: "When I went to the Kunlun office to look for him yesterday afternoon, I saw that the door was hidden, and there seemed to be a baby's cry inside, so I looked in through the crack in the door a little strangely.
Lao Lin, do you know what I saw, saying it will scare you."
"What do you see?"
The dog man and woman had set up an incense table in the house, and a one-year-old baby boy was tied to the table.
The bastard surnamed Qi kept chanting a grunt incantation in his mouth and a dagger in his hand.
The murder weapon was an antique, copper, and the scabbard was shark skin. ” The muscles on Wutong's face trembled slightly, and he could tell from Lin Wenzhe's description that the antique dagger was the short knife used by Lao Wu.
"I saw that they were doing some kind of shady witchcraft, so I kept an eye out for it and secretly recorded the audio with my phone."
Wutong asked, "What else do you see?"
"Qi Lu killed the baby boy and smeared a wooden carving with blood," Lin Wenzhe said in a trembling voice, "And he kept cursing you when he smeared the child's blood." ” "Nightmare Town Technique" Wutong cried out in a lost voice, and suddenly looked sad and wept, and folded his hands and recited the death spell.
Originating in the Warring States Period, it is a long-standing form of witchcraft, especially during the Han Dynasty.
This technique is extremely vicious, if someone is used by the enemy's family, he will suffer from a vicious disease, his life will not be guaranteed, and the family will be ruined, and the disaster will be three generations.
At that time, Jiang Chong framed the crown prince Liu Ju, and framed him in front of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, saying that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was sick because Liu Ju secretly used the curse of the Zhen Zhen technique.
As a result, Liu Juhan died unjustly, and the people of the world were saddened when they heard it.
Since then, the Nightmare Technique has spread all over the world, and decent cultivators know that it is a very vicious curse, and they never disdain to use it against their enemies.
Lin Wenzhe continued to add fuel and vinegar and said, "Yes, this is the Nightmare Town Technique.
I said Lao Lin, you can't be unguarded. ” "Why did he hurt me" Wutong hesitated to hear the wind outside the window, blowing the leaves rattling.
As if inspired, Wutong's face returned to its former calm, and he stood up and reached out to push open the closed door.
"Lao Lin, you want to go out" Lin Wenzhe asked puzzled behind him, not understanding why Wutong was suddenly not interested in his topic.
Wutong sneered and took out two copper coins from his sleeve.
Then he recited the Buddha's name and threw the copper coin in his hand into the wind.
After only listening to a few "clanging bells", the copper coin fell to the ground and stopped turning, and Wutong glanced at the front and back of the copper coin on the ground, revealing a knowing smile.
Only then did he turn around, suppress the emotions stirring in his heart, and said in a voice as smooth as possible: "Master Lin, when do you still want to hide from the poor monk?"
"Wind Appraisal Technique" Lin Wenzhe looked down at the copper coins on the ground, and couldn't help but open his mouth: "Sure enough, as the old saying goes, it is up to people to make things happen, and it is up to heaven to make things happen." ” After all, Lin Wenzhe is also a physiognomy person, although he is not proficient in learning, he still has heard of wind appreciation.
Now that Master Wutong has seen through his plan with the help of the wind, there is inevitably disappointment on his face.
"Lao Lin, listen to my explanation" "It's hard for you, this is the calamity that the poor monk should encounter, you came with the situation, why do you need to explain."
Wutong was not shocked or angry, he patted Lin Wenzhe's shoulder and said, "Let's go, go with me to see the person who should be seen." ” Lin Zhewen's face was full of embarrassment, he followed Master Wutong towards the door like an eggplant, and the clear space standing outside the door also followed.
The group of three walked through the corridor and came to Wutong's monk's room.
Before I entered the door, I heard a mobile phone ringing from inside, which was a great sorrow mantra.
"There is a thief" screamed in the clear space, and rushed in front of the master to catch the thief in advance.
Wutong stopped the clear space with a comfortable demeanor, and said indifferently: "It's not a thief, it's an old friend." ” Wutong pushed open the door, and the three mermaids entered.
In front of the desk in the room sat a young man, holding the tattered robe of Wutong in one hand and a rusty needle in the other to mend the holes in the robe.
When he saw the three of them come in, he didn't look panicked, but showed a bright smile like sunshine.
"Old monk, this Buddha song is still in season," he reached out and turned off the ringtone of his mobile phone.
"Amitabha" enlightened the report with a smile: "Qi Shizhu suspects the old man, you can ask yourself, why conspire with Lin Shizhu to tease me" Lin Wenzhe, who was behind him, said to Qi Lu apologetically: "Master, things were going smoothly, but Lao Lin used the Wind Appraisal Technique to see through your plan. ” "Alas" Qi Lu sighed: "This gust of wind is really not the right time" Wutong smiled slightly: "A tattered robe, it is rare for the donor to worry about it."
But the way you look now, you look like a legendary hero. ” "Oh" Qi Lu was stunned, he put down the needle and thread and asked, "I don't know which one" "The leader of the Sun and Moon God Sect is undefeated in the East."
After listening to the master's words in the back, Jingkong suddenly couldn't hold his face, and laughed "hew".
Qi Lu put the robe on the table in frustration, and he suddenly found that Wutong, who seemed to be wooden, could also joke.
"The one who patronized the humble house last night was the benefactor," Wutong asked Qi Lu with a smile.
"Yes."
The thief's behavior was exposed by Wutong, and Qi Lu actually had a reassuring expression, and there was no guilt or panic on his face at all.
"You may be seated."
Wutong also beckoned everyone to tea as if nothing had happened.
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