Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 189 This isn't pockmarked, it's a scam!

In his heart, the little monk was actually in a daze.

The reason why he asked Yang Hao this question was all because of the kit that his master gave him when he left Leifeng Pagoda.

Although Xingji felt baffled by the instructions above after unpacking the kit, and couldn't figure out the old monk's train of thought at all, but this did not prevent him from acting according to his master's instructions.

In his memory, the old monk Gein has always been mysterious. Of course, this mysterious feeling may also be due to the practice of closed-mouth meditation.

The closed-mouth meditation practiced by the old monk is not the common "stop language" in Buddhism, but a supreme secret technique, which has a little relationship with the Tantric Mantra.

Thinking of his master's instructions, the little monk became a little more serious, and continued, "Brother Hao, don't get excited, my master has something to say. He said that it doesn't matter if you don't want to become a monk, but you have a predestined relationship with Buddha. Unavoidable."

Yang Hao was really confused, and he raised his forehead and said, "Is there a destiny with Buddha? Me? Please, does your master want me to sponsor some incense money? Just tell me, can I give it?"

The little monk shook his head: "Monks don't tell lies. My master practiced closed-mouth meditation, let alone nonsense. Since he said that you have a predestined relationship with Buddha, then Brother Hao, you must have some kind of karma with our Buddhism."

Seeing that he was serious, Yang Hao could only twitch his mouth and said, "Then tell me, what is the cause and effect between me and Buddhism? Is it possible that I am the reincarnation of Monkey King, but my real name is Supreme Treasure?"

"Master only said that you and Buddhism have cause and effect, but he didn't say what cause and effect is." The little monk couldn't help but rolled his eyes and curled his lips: "Of course, it's not impossible to fight against Buddha's reincarnation or something." Well, but I think if this is the case, then your real name should not be Supreme Treasure."

Yang Hao asked: "What should that be?"

The little monk suppressed a smile: "Hey, Lord Buddha, I think Alipay is more appropriate for a local tyrant like Brother Hao, are you right?"

puff!
"Alipay, sister, should my son be named Yu'ebao?!"

Yang Hao vomited blood: "Just say it straight. What does your master mean? Anyway, I'm absolutely not interested in becoming a monk or something. I won't do it for a holy monk!"

The little monk thought for a while and said, "Master really didn't say anything. He just asked me to ask. In fact, I'm also quite curious. How about it? I'll ask you now."

As he spoke, he took out the Apple Tyrant Gold from his pocket.

Yang Hao was startled: "Fuck me, isn't your master practicing closed-mouth meditation, and you can still make phone calls?"

The little monk looked contemptuous: "Send a text message, how can a living person be suffocated by urine? Brother Hao, your IQ is really worrying."

Boom!
Yang Hao was stunned: "Damn, shut-up meditation can still be played like this, I'm convinced, really, I'm convinced!"

After a while, the little monk received a reply, clicked on it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he quickly held back: "Well, Master is really unpredictable..."

Yang Hao asked anxiously, "What did your master say?"

"Ahem, you can see for yourself." The little monk coughed twice and held out his phone.

Yang Hao looked down, and there were only four words on the reply message - the Zen opportunity has not arrived.

"The Zen machine hasn't arrived yet? What do you mean, has your master been talking like this all the time?" Yang Hao's head was full of black lines, and he couldn't help complaining: "He is not pockmarked, he is cheating!"

"Hey, brother Hao, don't get excited, let me explain to you." The little monk chuckled: "The Buddha enlightened the world, he paid attention to chance, once the opportunity of meditation is over, the destiny will disappear, and before the opportunity of meditation arrives, even if the point is not hit. "

Yang Hao blinked his eyes: "Hey, why does this word sound familiar to me?"

The little monk laughed a few times: "Well, this is a line from the movie "Sword Rain", but this line itself also evolved from Buddhism, I guess what the old master wants to say is probably what it means. "

"The chance of Zen has not arrived, even if it is not right?" Yang Hao raised his forehead: "In human terms, your master thinks that the time has not yet arrived, so why can't you tell me?"

The little monk laughed dryly and said nothing: "Ha ha... ha ha... I can only ha ha..."

Yang Hao shrugged his shoulders, and didn't force him: "Well, since the Zen opportunity has not arrived, then I won't ask. Anyway, let me emphasize again, I won't do anything like becoming a monk, even if I'm beaten to death!"

The little monk scratched his head and tentatively said: "Actually, you don't have to become a monk. You can be a Dharma protector."

puff!
Yang Hao sprayed: "Dharma protector? One of the four Mingjiao protectors? Do you want me to dye my hair yellow and pretend to be the golden lion king?"

"Damn, no education!" The little monk sneered: "Dharma protector is a very high-level profession, okay, do you know Jialan Bodhisattva?"

Yang Hao shook his head: "I don't want to become a monk, so why study this?"

The little monk curled his lips: "Then Emperor Guandi, you must know about it."

Yang Hao nodded: "Of course I know that. Yibo Yuntianguan Erye, businessmen and socialites all worship him, and sometimes he even brings his third brother as guest god."

"Hey, that's right, Guan Di Shengjun is in our Buddhist sect, he is Jialan Bodhisattva, and he is revered as Nanwu Dharma Protector Jialan Bodhisattva."

The little monk said convincingly: "How about it, Guandi Shengjun is a Buddhist Dharma protector, isn't this job shameful? So you can work part-time, I promise you will have face when you say it, really."

The corners of Yang Hao's mouth twitched: "Ahem, I guess people will think I forgot to take my medicine if I tell it."

The little monk looked regretful: "Okay, the future will be long, we don't force it now, maybe one day in the future, Brother Hao, you will realize it?"

"Wu fart, my brother just wants to be free in the world of mortals, but ghosts want to see the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp."

Yang Hao snorted, and was about to urinate, when suddenly the phone rang, and the displayed contact name was in the second grade, which was "the master of wisdom and martial arts", and the phone number was unknown.

This is a call from Alice, and Yang Hao answered it quickly, and the electronic voice came from the inside: "Someone installed something under your car, it may be a bomb, or it may be a tracker or a wiretapping device."

"Although I think the latter is more likely, but just to be on the safe side, let someone deal with it."

Alice suggested: "At present, our security system has been initially established. It is necessary to be stronger and train the team. Of course, if you insist on keeping a low profile, then ignore me."

Yang Hao got up calmly, walked to the side and said in a low voice: "Well, it should be a strong wave, you arrange the security personnel outside to do it, and teach the other party's operatives a lesson by the way, I guess it is Lei Ting's security guards." People, there is no need to call the police and make a big fuss."

Alice was noncommittal: "It's up to you, anyway, Tiger's security and agents are responsible, take a step back and say, even if we suspect it, we can't find any evidence."

The phone hung up, and in the dark night outside the airport, the tiger security guards showed their fangs for the first time!
(End of this chapter)