I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 292 Another Monk and the Nibelungen
Imperial Capital, next to the intersection of Wangfujing Food Street.

"This shopkeeper," the tall old monk with snow-white beard clasped his hands together, "this amulet is just for peace of mind. The buyer and seller are willing to do what they want. The old monk really doesn't care, but..."

The old monk turned his head to look at a middle-aged woman in a plain white gown in the corner of the crowd. The woman had sallow skin, deep wrinkles on her face, and her cheeks were a little red from the cold wind.

"Benefactor, although the poor monk doesn't know what disease your son has," the old monk looked at the middle-aged woman, "but no matter what the disease is in this world, you should see a doctor. People, amulets can't cure diseases."

"But master, the doctor told me that my son can't be cured, and I can't help it..." The middle-aged woman showed a pleading expression, "I have money, and I have sold my house. I am the amulet. If you can afford it, let me try it!"

"Monk, have you seen it?" The shopkeeper surnamed Kong snorted coldly, "It's not that I force people to buy it, but that they really want to pray for their children!"

"Amitabha," the monk sighed, turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman, with a distressed expression on his face, "the old monk can understand that you don't want to leave your child, but life, old age, sickness and death are inevitable things in the world, so how can an amulet do it?" What about waiving?"

"Hey, monk, are you here to find fault with me?" The face of the shopkeeper surnamed Kong became more and more ugly.

"Shopkeeper, you said that this amulet of yours can bring good luck in case of disaster, and turn disaster into good fortune, right?" The monk looked at the shopkeeper.

"The so-called Buddha Dharma, if you believe in it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it, and if you are sincere, you will be spiritual," the shopkeeper surnamed Kong said with disdain on his face, "My amulet, if a good man or woman wears it, there will be a Bodhisattva to bless you, all evil will not invade, and all diseases will disappear. If you don’t believe in the Dharma, don’t respect the Buddha, don’t respect the Buddha, and wear a monk’s robe like you but have no respect for the Dharma, then it’s useless to wear ten.”

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang surrounded the crowd, sharp-eyed when they saw the palms of the old monk's baggy monk's robe drooping violently.

"Then, shopkeeper, do you believe in Buddhism?" The old monk asked kindly, as if he wasn't angry at all for the shopkeeper's insult to him just now.

"Me? I am a free monk. I have practiced Zen and worshiped the Buddha for more than 30 years. I have never eaten a mouthful of meat, never had a delusional thought, and never had a disrespectful thought of the Buddha. Do you think I believe in the Buddha?"

"The implication is, is this amulet useful to you, the shopkeeper?" The old monk asked again.

"Of course it's useful, not only for me, it's also useful for all those who believe in and respect Buddha!"

"Then can I ask the owner to put it on now?"

The owner of the shop surnamed Kong happened to be holding an amulet in his hand, and in front of the crowd of onlookers, he put it around his neck without thinking: "Old monk, what else do you want to say?"

"The owner really thinks this amulet can protect you?" The old monk confirmed.

"Of course it can be guaranteed!" The owner of the shop surnamed Kong looked proud and full of confidence, as if he firmly believed that the amulet on his neck really had magic power.

The old monk shook his head: "But the old monk said it can't keep you."

After finishing speaking, the old monk stepped forward with his left foot wearing the old monk's shoes, pressed straight in front of the shopkeeper, and hit the shopkeeper's side face with a backhand punch, and the sand bowl-sized fist knocked the rich shopkeeper to the ground , the old monk's well-knit forearm muscles can be seen between the rolls of the wide sleeves.

"Shopkeeper," the old monk looked down at the shopkeeper who was stunned on the ground, half of his face was swollen rapidly, "Your calamity has been fulfilled, can this amulet protect you?"

"Li... Li dare to hit Len, Wo, Wo will sue you, Wo will call the police!" The shopkeeper was lying on the ground with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, half of his face was red and swollen, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Master, hurry up, you will be detained for beating someone!" A young voice reminded from the crowd.

"It's okay, since the old monk beat someone, the old monk should naturally bear the corresponding legal responsibility." The old monk lowered his head and looked at the shopkeeper. "If the shopkeeper wants to call the police, he can report it now. However, the old monk has to Remind the owner of one thing..."

The old monk took out an ID card and put it in front of the shopkeeper: "The old monk is seven out of ninety this year. According to the relevant laws, although the old monk will be punished with 'detention', it is only for recording and not actually carrying out detention."

"You? 97?" The shopkeeper stared at the date of birth on the ID card with wide eyes.

"97? Master is 97? If it weren't for these beards, my master would be 57!"

"Wow, look at this skill, this waist, this spirit, it is not an exaggeration to say that Master 47!"

"Nonsense, can a 47-year-old have such a good body?"

As the old monk revealed his age, the crowd surrounding him and the shopkeeper suddenly exploded, and people's attention was suddenly shifted to more important points.

"You...you, I'm unlucky, I won't report this to the police! Get out!" The shopkeeper struggled to get up.

"How can it work? If you break the law, you should be punished." The old monk shook his head and took out an old Nokia mobile phone. "Since the shop owner doesn't want to call the police, the old monk can only surrender himself."

After pressing the button a few times, the buzzer sounded twice and then it was connected. The old monk put the phone to his ear and told the phone that he had just called someone and now he surrendered himself.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang, who were holding brown paper bags at the outermost edge of the crowd, looked at each other and read the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Just now, didn't you..."

Su Xiaoqiang was a little uncertain.

"It must be." Lu Mingfei nodded simply, with a very confident tone.

The old monk hung up the phone just after reporting his address, when the middle-aged woman knelt down in front of him.

"Master! Please save my son!"

"Almsgiver, what are you doing? Get up, get up, the poor monk is just a monk who eats vegetarian food and recites scriptures, but he can't afford such a big gift!" The old monk quickly put away his mobile phone and stepped forward to help the woman up.

"Master, you made me kneel... Hey!" No one except Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang saw what the master did. The onlookers only saw the master holding the woman's elbow with his hand, and the woman immediately Stand up from the ground.

"Hey, why did I stand up?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, she grabbed the old monk's arm, her expression became more and more eager, "You are a real master, please, please save my son , you are 97 and still so young, you must have a way to save my son!"

There is no causal connection between good health at an advanced age and being able to cure diseases and save lives. But for a woman whose son is seriously ill and who is desperate enough to believe in amulets, the fact that she is still in good health at the age of 97 is no longer life-saving straw, at least it must be A lifeline.

"Well... how about it, benefactor, tell the old monk which hospital your son is in now, and go there when the old monk comes out of the police station, but there is no guarantee..."

"Thank you master, thank you master!"

The woman kept thanking her, and the shopkeeper's face turned blue and white.

Lu Mingfei stood outside the crowd, hesitated for a moment, and let out a breath.

Surrounded by the crowd, the old monk was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look in Lu Mingfei's direction, his heart skipped a beat—the overhaul of Luo Han Guo?

Looking over the crowd, he landed on the handsome young man holding a large bag of snacks in the outermost circle, and the old monk was shocked.

Really an Arhat?And it's the kind of arhat whose foundation is extremely solid and whose aura is unfathomable... No, this person is obviously a Daoist aura, so he should be called a ghost fairy.

There is such a young ghost fairy?The old monk felt that his view of the world had been impacted. He started practicing at the age of 70, and it has been almost 30 years. He is still stuck in front of the Arhatship. I have reached the realm of Taoist ghosts and immortals equivalent to a Buddhist arhat!

Fortunately, he has passed the age of being disturbed by mundane thoughts, even if he saw such a young talent, he was only slightly shocked with emotion, and soon his mood calmed down like still water.

After releasing some of his aura, Lu Mingfei saw the old monk in the crowd looking towards him, and then the aura of Xuanzhaojing emerged from the old monk.

Sure enough, the inheritance of that world was not only the Heavenly Book that successfully arrived in this world, but other inheritances also entered by chance. It seems that he has now met a monk who has received the Buddhist inheritance.

Confirmed, comrade.

Lu Mingfei and the old monk looked at each other. Although it was the first time they met, they seemed to understand each other's meaning tacitly.

The old monk accepted the address the woman had left for him, and walked towards Lu Mingfei. The crowd in the middle naturally parted, and most of them looked at the old monk with surprise and awe.

"Amitabha," the old monk clasped his hands to Lu Mingfei, and made a Daoist salute, "The old monk is destined to meet two fellow Taoists."

"I've seen the master." Lu Mingfei put his hands together and performed a Buddha ceremony.

"I have met the master." Su Xiaoqiang followed Lu Mingfei to salute.

When Yuankong was a young monk, this was a custom established by the Buddhist and Taoist religions in his area - the monk bowed his hands when he saw the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest bowed his palms when he saw the monk, which meant mutual respect.

It's just that the years have changed, and the Taoist monks who obey the old rituals have become immortals, and passed away.Most Taoists nowadays don’t perform the Namaste salute when they see monks, and it’s a shame for them, and Buddhists don’t even bow their hands when they see a Taoist priest. Taoism.

Most of those who still adhere to this old habit are old practitioners over 80 years old.

Lu Mingfei actually doesn’t understand this habit. He’s only in his twenties when he’s at his best. Basically, any ordained monk in modern times is older than him. No one told him the rules of a hundred years ago. He told the old monk The reason for giving the Buddha ceremony is simply because the old monk greeted him in a Taoist way just now, and he just reciprocated.

Although he is not considered Taoist in this world, the Book of Heaven is the supreme inheritance of Taoism in that world, and he can be regarded as the successor of Taoism.

Seeing the master suddenly bowing to a young man, the people around were all at a loss and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"The old monk's Dharma is sparse and his cultivation is superficial. He can't be called a master," the old monk shook his head. It’s almost here, I’m afraid I don’t have time to chat with fellow Taoists, if you have time, you can come here to find me, the old monk will stay here for nearly half a month.”

After receiving a note from the old monk, Lu Mingfei thought for a while, and escaped from the hotel with a paper towel with the hotel name printed on it: "Master, find the address on the paper towel to come here." Hotel, and then tell the front desk to find Lu Mingfei."

After receiving the tissue from Lu Mingfei, Yuankong suddenly realized something very important.

This fellow Taoist... he is now a ghost fairy!

Daoist ghosts and Buddhist arhats are essentially in the same realm. Because of the rapid growth of mind and soul in this realm, many evil thoughts will inevitably breed, and the character will become more and more unrestrained. Acting depends on preference, the key But their preferences can change at any time, and most of them are moody.

Hmm... a Taoist ghost fairy who acts according to his preferences, but his preferences are free to change, and he may be moody...

He suddenly didn't want to go.

Lu Mingfei chatted with Yuankong again, but there were ordinary people around, and many things could only be mentioned once or twice in a vague way.

With the sound of sirens passing through the buildings and streets, the police car finally appeared at the end of the street, and then drove over and parked on the side of the road. The two policemen got out of the car and began to ask questions.

"Amitabha, the old monk should go." Yuankong saluted Lu Mingfei again, "If there is a destiny, the old monk and the fellow Taoist will meet again."

After saying this, the old monk took the initiative to walk towards the police, and after a few conversations, he obediently followed the police into the police car, and was taken away.

Only Lu Mingfei was left there puzzled - we also exchanged addresses and contact information, what does it mean to meet again by fate?

……

The next day, in the morning, outside the Black Stone Station.

"Hey, you said that if we just went to find that old monk like this, there wouldn't be any problems, right?" Su Xiaoqiang confirmed with some worry.

"Don't worry, there shouldn't be any problems," Lu Mingfei said, "I still trust that master's character."

In fact, he didn't believe in the master, but believed in the eyes of the world's Buddhist inheritance treasures.

As the hope of the entire Buddhism in another world, Buddha Treasure will definitely not choose the heirs who are treacherous and evil. After all, the Buddhism in that world is different from the Buddhism in this world. Although it is inevitable that it is dirty, there are still mostly good people on the whole. It is a well-deserved reputation.

Moreover, the Buddhist exercises have very high requirements on the state of mind and character. If a practitioner has a lack of heart, even if he has a very high talent in cultivation and is familiar with Buddhist scriptures, he will still progress slowly when practicing Buddhist exercises, because he only Knowing the principles of Buddhism and Dharma, he can recite Buddhist scriptures, but he has not really cultivated the bright, mighty and calm state of mind that Buddhist monks should have.

So Lu Mingfei can be sure that since Yuan Kong was selected by the Buddhist inheritance, it is unlikely that he is a bad person—unless he is blackened after being selected.

However, compared to finding Yuankong according to the address, there is still a bigger problem in front of Lu Mingfei.

Standing at the entrance of Heishishi subway station, the corners of Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, and he murmured in a low voice: "Should I say that it is indeed an imperial capital, or is it really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, with everything..."

"What's the matter? Why are you standing here stupidly? Why don't you go in quickly?" Su Xiaoqiang urged from the side.

When he was still in the preparatory class in Kassel, Lu Mingfei went to Shennongjia to find the incomplete part of Si Ming.

There, Lu Mingze proposed to make a deal with him for the first time, and then presented him with a dragon text that can be used to find and invade the Nibelungen.

Now, he has entered the Heartbeat Realm, and his consciousness is much stronger than before, so...

"Would you be surprised if I told you that there is actually a Nibelungen ahead?"

Lu Mingfei asked Su Xiaoqiang.

Su Xiaoqian: ? ? ?

(End of this chapter)