A few days later, two major events spread in the city of Guangzhou.

The first one is a lace news.

News came from the Yamen of the Lingnan Provincial Governor that Wang Ruiyue was grateful to Hou Sizhi for helping her deceased husband get justice.

Hou Sizhi admired Wang Ruiyue very much because he actively campaigned for the case of her deceased husband Zhang Zirui.

Coming and going like this, an old widower and a pretty widow have actually seen the right eye, and I am afraid that they will be married soon.

There has never been a shortage of people in this world who join in the excitement and gossip, this matter has spread in the city of Guangzhou, causing the people in the city to talk about it, sighing how wonderful the world is, two men and women who are not related to each other, but they have a good relationship by mistake!

The second thing is that it is rumored that the Lotus Temple in Qingyuan, Quanzhou, has a high monk, whose legal name is Huiming, who will come to Guangzhou City in the near future, and is ready to do a big and Dharma event to pray for the people of the city.

With the help of well-intentioned people, this Huiming master's reputation in Guangzhou is not small. The movement of the monk Huiming coming to Guangzhou to do things and praying for the blessings of the people of Guangzhou City is not as good as the movement of the previous lace news.

Nowadays, if you walk in the streets and alleys of Guangzhou City and ask who Master Huiming is, I am afraid that you will be sneered at and despised by passers-by.

At the same time, there will be enthusiastic people who will tell you who Master Huiming is!

"Have you heard the story of Cui Qingtian's wisdom breaking the Lotus Temple? The little monk who came to complain in front of him was Master Huiming. ”

"People are not ordinary monks, but monks who are born to know and have great and magical powers."

It is said that he is the reincarnation of the golden cicada, one year old can speak, three years old literacy, four years old hyphenation, five years old can sing a hundred songs, six years old export into chapters, seven years old Buddhist classics are all-encompassing, eight years old integration of a hundred schools of learning. If he hadn't been too young, he would have been the abbot of the Lotus Temple a long time ago. ”

"Now the Lotus Temple can be so prosperous, the people in the Lingnan Road area are hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles away, and go to the Lotus Mountain in Qingyuan Mountain to burn incense and make wishes, all of which are the credit of Master Huiming!"

"It is rumored that there is a secret, Master Huiming is young but has profound mana, what he is best at is not chanting and sitting meditation, but subduing demons and eliminating demons!"

With the cooperation of Chen Ziang, the head snake of Nanhai County, and with the secret promotion of Chen Sanhe and Feng Changqing, the statement about the little monk Huiming is becoming more and more exaggerated and mysterious.

Coupled with the psychological effect of "foreign monks chanting scriptures", when Monk Huiming arrived in Guangzhou, the number of people who greeted him reached tens of thousands.

After Hui Ming arrived in the city of Guangzhou, he rested for a day, and the next day he climbed the high platform prepared in advance and began to preach the Fa in the city.

The devout devotees of Buddhism were even more convinced of him when they saw such a young child talking about the Dharma.

Chen Sanhe added fuel to the fire, and with the help of gunpowder, he added a lot of sound and light effects to Huiming, allowing people to see what it means to have a golden lotus surging from the sky.

Cui Geng arranged for people to train hundreds of birds in advance, and with the special gestures of the bird trainers, the birds knew that they were going to feed, and they immediately flew around Huiming, and now even a hundred birds worshipped.

After some lectures, the people and believers in the city were convinced of the fact that this Master Huiming had great power and magical power.

In the future, there is no need for Chen Sanhe to work hard, people spread the word of mouth, to spread falsehoods, Huiming's ability is more and more bizarre, almost half of the city's Guangzhou people, have become Huiming's believers, each festival has more than 10,000 listeners.

In this way, a few days passed slowly.

Cui Geng promised Hou Sizhi a month period before, and seeing that it was about to come, Huiming began to take official action.

At the end of the day, he folded his hands and proclaimed the Buddha's name, saying: "Ladies and gentlemen, in order to promote the Dharma, the poor monks are going to build a lotus temple in Guangzhou, and the land and buildings together will cost about 100,000 ......."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone would understand that this Master Huiming was going to make a fate to everyone.

That's nothing to say, in the past, everyone generously donated money and materials to those monks who didn't have much mana, not to mention the true Buddha in front of them?

This person can really bless himself to enter the Elysian World after death, when will he be pious if he is not pious at this time?

Immediately, there was a big fat man wearing silk and satin waving his sleeves and saying: "Master Huiming wants to build a new Lotus Temple, and my king will donate a thousand yuan if he has money!" ”

"Rub! In Guangzhou City, what is your Wang Youcai's family property? Dare to be in the limelight! Master Huiming, I don't donate much, 10,000 yuan! A tall, slender middle-aged man choked loudly.

With them taking the lead, the atmosphere of the whole audience donation is getting stronger and stronger, more than 10,000 guan, less than one or two, rough estimate, not to mention the predetermined goal of 100,000 guan, 300,000 guan is surplus.

However, after Master Huiming listened to everyone's words, there was no joy on his face, on the contrary, a touch of coldness crept up on his face.

In the end, Huiming got up, pressed down with both hands, and said: "All the good believers, please be calm and don't be impatient, the purpose of the poor monk to say what he said just now is not to ask everyone to donate money, but to tell everyone that there is such a thing." ”

Wang Youcai was quite disapproving, and said: "Master Huiming, don't be embarrassed, it is natural for monks to eat hundreds of meals, wear hundreds of clothes, and give alms with good faith. This is a voluntary donation to the Buddha, and it is natural for you to take it. ”

Huiming's face was even more ugly, and he said, "This good believer, do you think the little monk is saying polite words?" The monks don't talk about it, and I can tell you clearly today that you will never be allowed to pay a penny for this 100,000 yuan. ”

Do you really want money?

After emphasizing it several times, Wang Youcai finally understood that he had misunderstood, and said suspiciously: "As the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice." If the master doesn't want our donation, how can he build a new Lotus Temple? No matter how profound your mana is, you can't conjure money out of thin air, right? ”

"Of course, you can't conjure money out of thin air, but ......"

Speaking of this, Huiming smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to pay for this money, someone will do it for you." ”

"Who?"

"Lingnan Dao deposed Hou Sizhi."

Wang Youcai is a businessman, and when he heard the officials, he was stunned in his heart, and said in disbelief: "Hou Yushi...... Can you pay for it? ”

"Amitabha, this donation, he can't get it." Monk Huiming said calmly: "The poor monk is about to save his life." The life of the deposed envoy of the dignified Lingnan Dao is not comparable to 100,000 guan? ”

"A life? What do you mean by that? ”

The crowd instantly buzzed below.

Huiming seemed to have a smile on his face, and said mysteriously: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed, and all the good believers will know it with the little monk to depose the yamen and his party." ”

The people present were timid, so naturally they didn't dare to join in the fun. But there were still two or three thousand bold men, who followed Huiming and came to the door of the temporary deposed envoy.

Then, Hui Ming did not speak, sat down cross-legged, turned his heart to the sky, and began to recite the Heart Sutra silently.

Hou Sizhi had also heard of all kinds of miracles of Huiming for a long time, and the reason why he never went to meet this master was mainly because he felt that he had come too strangely.

Now that Huiming took the initiative to come to the door again, Hou Sizhi's doubts in his heart deepened.

After listening to the report, he asked people to give Huiming two hundred yuan.

The effort was not great, and the little guy who passed the message came back and said, "Hou Yushi, he doesn't want these two hundred yuan!" ”

"Don't?" Hou Sizhi's face was cold, and he said slowly: "Could it be that this little monk must see this official?" Hmph, it seems that he is really ill-intentioned, I am afraid that he really colluded with that Cui Erlang. ”

The little guy hurriedly replied, "No...... No, you are mistaken. That Huiming is afraid of the lack of money, and people said that it will cost at least 100,000 yuan. ”

"100,000 yuan? The famous little ladies in Pingkang Lane can buy hundreds, this monk is so big! ”

Hou Sizhi got up and pushed open the window, but saw a small monk sitting there outside the gate in the distance, surrounded by many people behind him.

He paced back and forth a few steps and said, "Then did he say that if the official didn't give the 100,000 yuan, what would happen to him?" ”

"He said that this matter is related to your life, and if you don't get the 100,000 yuan of money, you will never leave."

"My life?" Hou Sizhi pondered for a long time, but still didn't believe it, and said: "What does this imperial history's life have to do with him?" I think this little monk is purely pretending to be a ghost and alarmist. The official just doesn't care about him, let him stay outside, let's see who can consume whom. ”

"Yes."

Monk Huiming not only relied on not leaving, but also played a hunger strike.

From that day on, he only drank water and was completely dismissive of the dry food brought by others.

Hou Sizhi was born in poverty, of course he knew what it was like to starve, and he didn't believe how long this little monk could last.

However, one day, two days, three days......

Five days have passed, and the little monk not only has not eaten anything, but he is also full of energy and does not show any fatigue.

Hearing the void, seeing is believing, Hou Sizhi couldn't help but secretly doubt himself, could it be that this little monk Huiming is really as rumored by the outside world, the reincarnation of the golden cicada, is a monk who has attained the Tao? !

Thinking of the little monk who said in front of nearly 10,000 people that he was worried about his life, even if this little monk was alarmist, he wouldn't dig a pit for himself at the 10,000-person festival, right?

Did he say... It's all true?

Suddenly, Hou Sizhi could no longer be calm, and hurriedly opened the middle door and respectfully welcomed Huiming into the mansion and entertained him warmly.

He first severely punished the doormen, saying that they blocked the news from inside and outside, and he didn't know that Master Huiming came to worship.

Then I asked Huiming, what did it mean to say that I was worried about my life?

The little monk Baoxiang had a solemn expression and said, "Amitabha! The poor monk looks at your deposed envoy in the house, the black fog is rolling, and the anger is soaring, which means that the owner of this house is about to suffer a catastrophe, and I am afraid that his life will not be long, so the poor monk wants to form a fate with Hou Yushi. Uh......"

Speaking of this, Hui Ming suddenly stumbled, and said with some doubts: "But when I saw Hou Yushi himself, I found that your Yin Tang was black, and your luck was extremely low. Odd! It's weird! ”

Hou Sizhi was confused by him, and said, "Master, isn't it the same thing to suffer a misfortune and have low luck?" What's there to be strange about? ”

"It's different, it's not the same." Hui Ming shook his head again and again, and said, "Suffering a catastrophe means that someone wants to treat you badly, and this is an external calamity." The blackening of this seal hall means that you have thrown yourself into a dead end, which is an internal calamity. Will Hou Yushi suffer an external robbery or an internal robbery? The poor monk really doesn't understand! ”

The more Hui Ming said that he didn't understand, the more Hou Sizhi believed that he didn't have other intentions.

Internal and external robbery?

Hou Sizhi pondered for a moment, his face changed, and he said with a little stumbling: "Big... Master, do you think it will be... It's both external and internal calamities, two calamities and one calamity... What about coming together? ”

Huiming's eyes lit up and said, "Huh? It makes sense, I didn't expect Hou Yushi to be quite wise. This is the image of the external calamity and the internal calamity, and it is impossible to escape the calamity! ”

After that, he sighed with great regret and said: "There is no escape, there is no cure, there is no cure, there is no way to save it, the poor monk is useless here, so he will retire." ”

After speaking, the little monk Huiming did not drag his feet, got up and left.

What?

This... That's it?

Hou Sizhi was really panicked at this moment, and quickly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Master mercy, quickly find a way to save the disciple!" 100,000 yuan, I'll let people bring it. ”

"It's not a matter of silver anymore." The little monk Huiming touched the shiny little bald scoop, and said: "Now it seems that your calamity is too great, and the little monk can't do anything." In this way, the little monk should be a dead horse doctor, and he will do it first. If it happens, the poor monk will take your 100,000 yuan to build the Lotus Temple. If it doesn't work, you can keep the money to buy a coffin and have a good funeral. ”

it... Keep to buy a coffin?

This kind of talk has come out, am I really in a catastrophe?

Hou Sizhi's face turned pale with fright, and he begged: "Master, you must do your best, whether you succeed or not, this 100,000 yuan is yours." ”

The little monk Huiming waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Whatever you want, there is not much hope anyway." ”

"Okay, without further ado, the little monk will cast the first spell. The name of this technique is called - Nyorai Divine Palm! ”

After that, the little monk walked briskly around the hall three times, stretched out his sleeves with his hands in front and back, and rubbed them suddenly.

rumble

Strange to say, two blue flames suddenly rose from his hands, but his face was calm as usual, and there was no pain caused by the burning pain at all.

Immediately afterwards, Monk Huiming slapped his hands continuously, and the flames were steaming, which was very good-looking.

After a full half of the effort, he was so tired that he was panting and sweating profusely, and the flame in his hand gradually extinguished.

Dignitary!

O monk with boundless power!

This little monk is really a heifer playing handstand - awesome!

At this time, Hou Sizhi was already full of confidence in Huiming, and couldn't wait to step forward and ask, "Master, your Rulai Divine Palm should have cracked the calamity of this official, right?" ”

"No, it's far from it." The little monk sighed and said with a bitter face: "Until now, it can only be used for the poor monk's housekeeping." As soon as this technique came out, the poor monk had at least 20 years less life, but the master repeatedly taught the young monk that the monk was compassionate, and now he really can't care so much. ”

"Yes, yes, your master is right, the monks have to have compassion and help the world!"

When it came to his own life, Hou Sizhi didn't dare to be a hero, and cautiously accosted: "What is the mastery? ”

The little monk Huiming cherished and spit out a few words: "Samadhi is really hot!" ”

"Samadhi is really fire? What is this, why haven't you heard of it? Hou Sizhi asked weakly.

"Samadhi is my Buddhist Sanskrit! You don't know, isn't it normal? ”

The little monk, who had always been solemn and had a tense face, couldn't help but roll his eyes at Hou Sizhi.