Mysterious World Tour

The sun was a bit bright, and even the wind blowing became a bit hot. 【】Tan Mo wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand. The sweat rolled down like beans, and soon his eyebrows were flattened. By now, he was already soaked to the skin, and he was fished out of the river. As if, the monk's robes exuded a strong smell of sweat.

It was extremely uncomfortable to be soaked with sweat and then dried in the sun, and then soaked with sweat again.

This made Tan Mo miss the days in the cave under the Lotus Temple. Although he had been unconscious for a few days, the place was cool and very comfortable.

If there were no evil spirits lurking in it, it might be a good summer resort.

Tan Mo never mentioned a word about what happened in the cave that day after he came out.

Because in his opinion, since Master Lotus arranged for him to enter, Master Lotus should be very clear about the situation in the cave. In that case, just keep silent.

The more you say, the more likely you are to be wrong, the less you say, the more likely you are to be right.

He didn't want to bring trouble out of his mouth, and besides, the entire Lotus Temple didn't seem to be a decent one. This method of artificial spiritual roots was a crooked way, and it was normal.

With such random thoughts, Tan Mo glanced to his side, where there was a sparkling river. There were awning boats going back and forth in the river, making the green water rise and fall.

The streets of the town are built close to the two rivers that intersect through Luowan Town. But it's not a cross shape, but an upward shape.

The most powerful mayor's house in Luowan Town is on that extra horizontal line.

The mayor's surname is Yu, and people in the town call him Mr. Yu.

There have been two Mr. Yu in Luowan Town. The first Mr. Yu is the eldest brother of the current Mr. Yu. When he was alive, Mr. Yu did a lot of good things. He ran volunteer schools, built medical clinics, dug wells to collect water, and put up fences around the two rivers in Luowan Town to prevent drunken people or naughty families. The child fell into the river and drowned.

But Mr. Yu didn't last long before he died.

It is said that he fell into the river and drowned.

But everyone in Luowan Town knows that Mr. Yu is no landlubber. When I went to study abroad in my early years, I encountered pirates, jumped into the sea and swam for a day and night to escape. How could such a person slip and fall into the water and drown?

Tan Mo knew so clearly because in the memory of the little novice monk of the Tan family, his father Tan Shaohe might be one of the murderers.

At that time, the weaving factory of Tan Shaohe, the young novice's father, poured wastewater directly into the town's river, causing many people to have diarrhea after drinking the river water, and accidentally killed two elderly people in poor health.

That Mr. Yu came to the door and ordered Tan Shaohe to close his shop. Thanks to Mr. Yu's death, Tan Shaohe's weaving factory can continue to operate.

When he learned that Mr. Yu was dead, Tan Shaohe seemed a little overwhelmed with joy. He laughed wildly in front of the whole family and said: This is really retribution! It doesn't matter if you want to do good deeds and become famous, but you must not block other people's way of making money!

Tan Shaohe's words undoubtedly showed that even if he was not the murderer of Mr. Yu, he was still an insider.

Although the current mayor of the town, Mr. Yu, and the old Mr. Yu are brothers, everyone in the town knows that these two brothers are not good at dealing with each other. They quarrel with each other almost every time they meet. They are completely divided and do not do anything. cover.

When he heard that his eldest brother had died, Mr. Yu set off firecrackers all day and night to celebrate. It was so exaggerated that he wished that the whole world would know about the great joy of his eldest brother's death.

"Brother Abbot, are we going to Master Yu's house?" Tan Mo asked. Master Yu is known to admire Buddhism and can invite Master Lianhua to go down the mountain in person. I think the only one who came here was the mayor, Mr. Yu.

After officially entering the inner courtyard, Master Lianhua asked Tan Mo to call him senior brother from now on. He didn't mind that Tan Mo was currently only a fraction of his age.

"The relationship between Mr. Yu and the poor monk was actually not good. If he could invite the poor monk, he wouldn't have had to go all the way to invite that bald donkey to come and give lectures. However, his deceased eldest brother was quite good with the poor monk during his lifetime. It's a pity The poor monk had tried to persuade him, but it was of no use. He insisted on going his own way, and the final outcome was like this. The poor monk had already expected it, but he had no choice. Everyone has his own choice, and this choice is often everyone's fate. ”

After answering Tan Mo indirectly, Master Lianhua seemed to be reminded of the past, and sighed with emotion. Then he pointed to the teahouse on the side and said, "Let's go and have a drink of cold tea first. It's such a torturous day. , if you keep going, you won’t be able to hold on anymore.”

When he said these words, Master Lotus looked at Tan Mo with great appreciation.

After coming out of the Lotus Temple and walking all the way down the mountain to here, crossing most of Luowan Town, Tan Mo didn't say a word about tiredness. Even if it was too hot, the expression on his face didn't change much. This kind of perseverance and endurance , which made him very optimistic about Tan Mo.

The path of spiritual practice is very difficult.

The spiritual energy entering the body is like a knife cutting an axe, and ordinary people cannot bear it.

Moreover, after years of hard training, the performance of spiritual energy cultivation is almost the same as that of a person who has been practicing for several months, which makes people more likely to become discouraged.

This is also why some disciples of masters, once they come down the mountain, completely give up their practice and pursue glory and wealth blindly.

In Master Lianhua's opinion, Tan Mo, at the age of eight, already had this state of mind. In addition to the rare White Bone Heart that even the evildoers dared not cultivate, Master Lianhua felt that Tan Mo's future achievements would at least not be lower than his, and he would be able to break through that layer of shackles and become one of the Six Imperials.

White Bone Heart, in fact, Master Lianhua did not tell the truth to his junior brothers. Even Bai Gu Zi, who had followed him the longest and could be considered half a son, did not know. He only knew that it could increase the chance of successfully worshipping the White Bone Lotus.

However, if it was just to increase the chance of successfully worshipping the White Bone Lotus, even those lawless and willful evildoers would not dare to cultivate it.

Heartless, without relatives or friends, with a body of demon bones, this is the complete interpretation of White Bone Heart!

"If you can go one step further, my Lotus Temple will be glorious." At this moment, Master Lianhua had high hopes for Tan Mo. However, in the process of letting Tan Mo grow up, the demonic nature brought by the White Bone Heart must be suppressed by Buddhism. Otherwise, their Lotus Temple is raising a human demon!

I dare not say anything else, but Master Lotus thinks he is very confident in using Buddhism to suppress Bai Gu Xin's demonic nature.

The reason why his master called him Da Mo Seng is because his master is Bai Gu Xin.

Da Mo Seng!

Da Mo Seng!!

He used a homophone to cover it up.

Being watched by Master Lotus, Tan Mo walked into the teahouse with a wooden face.

It was too hot that day, and he really couldn't hold on if he walked any further.

He found an empty table, straightened the long bench for Master Lotus, wiped it briefly, and then he walked to the other side and sat down.

Master Lianhua smiled when he saw Tan Mo's action. He sat down and said to the "Tea Doctor" who came over: "Please bring me a pot of your signature herbal tea."

The "Tea Doctor" holding the teapot with a long spout nodded and said with a smile: "Master Lianhua, please wait a moment, I will serve you tea."

"Thank you." Master Lianhua put his hands together.

"It's my duty, it's my duty."

Having said that, the "Tea Doctor" hurriedly went to call for the tea.

After the tea was served, Tan Mo drank it all in one gulp, patted his belly, and felt the instant coolness, just like drinking a bottle of cold drink, which was particularly comfortable.

Master Lianhua shook his head slightly when he saw that Tan Mo was drinking like a cow. He took a sip slowly, then put down the teacup and looked outside the teahouse.

It was too hot that day, so there were few pedestrians on the street outside the teahouse.

However, at this time, several constables hurried in and were about to ask the "tea doctor" to serve tea. One of the constables turned around and saw Master Lianhua, so he hurried forward, clasped his fists, and said, "I didn't expect to see you here, but that Lord Zhang asked you to perform a ritual?"

Master Lianhua nodded, "Lord Zhang has just arrived, and he has suffered a defeat and lost his territory. He wants to ask me to perform a ritual to get rid of his bad luck."

The constable couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this, and sighed, "I wanted to ask you for help, but now it seems that it won't work."

"It's okay, it's okay, I went down the mountain a day earlier, and I have plenty of time."

The constable immediately showed joy on his face, and was about to speak, but he saw Master Lianhua stretched out a hand, then put his index finger and thumb together, rubbed them, and asked softly, "Is there any reward money?"

The constable's face was not strange, and he nodded quickly when he heard Master Lianhua's question, then stretched out a hand, retracted two fingers, and pressed three fingers on the table.

"The higher-ups only gave 50 taels of silver as a reward. Master, please be kind. As usual, how about 30 taels?" the constable whispered.

"Monks should be kind, but they also need to eat. The arrival of Mr. Zhang has made the silver worthless."

"Master, 35 taels, no more."

"You are a kind-hearted donor."

"Master, you have great merit."

Tan Mo frowned, poured himself a cup of cold tea, then raised his head and gulped it down, so that he wouldn't have to continue watching the two businessmen bragging to each other.