Chapter 310 The two of them don’t look at the well
Under the moonlight, the two looked at each other.
Yin Xiu's face was full of surprise, "You know it? I thought..."
"Why?"
The monk rolled his eyes at him and curled his lips and said: "I am a madman, not a fool. According to me, you don't even know the basic Feng Shui and Kanyu techniques, so you are the fool."
"..."
"Are you trying to find a way to the underground?" the monk asked again.
"You know again?"
"Tch, I don't know anything, monk. I know exactly what everyone here is thinking."
"Oh?" Yin Xiu raised her eyelids, "Then tell me, what am I thinking about now?"
The monk laughed, put the cattail leaf fan close to Yin Xiu's nose, and tapped it lightly in the air, "You must think I'm a lunatic now."
Yin Xiu nodded.
[Everyone can see this, right? 】
The monk did not speak, but blinked at him mysteriously and whispered: "Actually, there is a way to the underground under this well, but you came at the wrong time?"
"Isn't it the right time?" Yin Xiu narrowed her eyes.
"Ah."
The monk fanned himself and started walking around, "This well is very strange, only in the middle of every month when the moon turns into a big disk.
Only then will it begin to bubble and gurgling upwards, like soda water. Only then will there be a way down the well. "
"Huh? Is there such a magical thing?"
Yin Xiu looked up. At this moment, the moon had climbed out of the clouds. Unfortunately, it was not a big jade plate, but a round scimitar.
"Come back next week," the monk said.
"Next week? I'm afraid things will change next week, but right now..."
Yin Xiu suddenly laughed, remembering a pamphlet he had found at Uncle Ming's house.
The booklet records some practical little spells. Although they cannot be used for fighting, they have many wonderful uses, such as this time...
Yin Xiu took out two knives, one in the middle and the other on the side. He held the handles of the two knives with one hand. In this way, a simple compass was ready.
After looking at the monk, Yin Xiu happily started to move the knife. Soon, the tip of the knife cut out a very complete circle on the paper.
"Are you drawing a cake?"
The monk took another sip of wine.
"It's not the cake, it's the moon."
Yin Xiu took the round piece of paper in his hand, glanced at the moon in the sky, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Then he held the piece of paper in front of him, made a sword gesture with two fingers of his other hand, and drew it in the air. The aura of dragon and tiger flickered on his fingertips, making the monk stunned.
Yin Xiu ignored him and just chanted in his mouth: "The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, my disciple respectfully asks Fairy Chang'e to appear soon, the Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law, edict!"
With a loud shout, the piece of paper fell out of Yin Xiu's hand like a flying saucer and flew straight into the sky.
The piece of paper was fluttering, flying higher and farther, but no matter whether it was seen from near or far, it was still the same size, and there was no change due to the distance.
Soon, the piece of paper flew to where the crescent moon was, and actually blocked it firmly behind him.
Then the piece of paper began to glow, and it really looked like a moon hanging high in the sky.
"how?"
Yin Xiuchong blinked at the monk.
"Okay! What a big white jade plate!"
The monk clapped his hands repeatedly and shouted loudly.
Yin Xiu quickly motioned for him to keep his voice down, but as soon as he stopped him, another sound came from the well behind.
It was just as the monk said, just like soda water, the bubbles surged up and almost burst out of the well.
As the sound gradually grew louder, the eyes of the two of them gradually widened, silently admiring the spectacle together.
Under the well, a sound like the turning of a millstone gradually became clearer. It seemed that there was indeed something underneath.
Just as the two people's hearts gradually tightened and they could hear each other's heartbeats, a strong wind suddenly blew.
Yin Xiu looked up and saw that the moon, which was still hanging firmly in the sky, started to burn without knowing when. It soon fell from the sky and landed at Yin Xiu's feet, turning into a pile of ashes.
As the "moon" sets, the crescent moon reappears in the sky.
The well that had begun to boil, like a kettle boiling, returned to calm, and the exciting sound disappeared.
"I'm here to help you!"
The first person to curse was not Yin Xiu, but the monk.
But after a pause, he slapped his mouth a few more times and said with a smile: "The monk didn't know that the elder was coming, so he lost his mouth!"
Yin Xiu heard the sound and looked around, and saw a monk with a white beard, as thick as a door panel, wearing yellow monk's robes and red cassocks, standing in front of them.
"Is this monk the talker here?" Yin Xiu asked.
At this time, the monk lost his previous free and easy attitude. He just lowered his head nervously and ran away from Yin Xiu.
When the two passed by, he did not forget to warn: "Be careful, this is Master Zhuokong from Bodhidharma Academy, he is very good at fighting!" After walking past, he still seemed uneasy, so the monk turned around and said: " If you are seriously injured later, come to me in the back mountain. I have some herbs here that can help. By the way, people here call me Adi."
"Ah Di? Do you want to help me?"
Ah Dian knocked on the wine bottle in his hand, "Monk, I never owe anyone anything. Even if I'm so hungry that my heart is close to my back, I just pull a handful of grass on the roadside and don't ask anyone to give it to me. Eat a piece of cake."
"Then you drink my wine again?"
"Wine? The same goes for wine. How can anyone drink alone?"
As he said this, A Dian asked him, "What's your name?"
Yin Xiu smiled and said, "My name is Yin Xiu."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you in the back mountain, be careful!"
After Ah Dian said this, he didn't dare to look at Zhuokong over there and walked out quickly.
Yin Xiu stayed where he was, feeling that Ah Dian's last words sounded like a curse on him, rather than a "blessing".
After a pause, Zhuokong, who was some distance away from Yin Xiu, spoke in a calm but energetic tone.
"Donor, no one is allowed to enter the backyard of Hongde Temple. Do you have a relationship with a monk from my temple?"
Yin Xiu shook his head, "I often play mahjong, why would I want to make friends with a monk?"
"Oh, so you just came uninvited?"
Zhuokong glanced at the ashes on the ground and said, "The move you made just now [Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun] was very good. This move is also very interesting in Maoshan Technique. It is much better than those that fight and kill."
Yin Xiu spread his hands, "I'm not here to fight or kill."
Zhuokong murmured: "Amitabha, it's a pity that I am."
Yin Xiu didn't take it seriously. He put one hand on the edge of the well and looked inside again.
At this moment, the well was pitch black, like a piece of pig iron.
"Is it because of the secret in this well?"
Zhuokong stroked his beard and seemed dissatisfied with Yin Xiu peeking into the well again and again.
"It's not really a secret. Many elderly monks in this temple know it, and so does the old man just now.
But the only one who is really interested is you.
During the day, I had already heard that there was a nouveau riche who was obviously very fat, but had good physical strength and good spirits.
Instead of worshiping or begging for the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in this temple, he just wandered around in other places, looking at the unchanging mountains and trees, and finally came to the edge of the well, just to take a sip of the tasteless well water. "
Yin Xiu turned his neck and talked about another question.
"You've seen this mountain and these trees for so many years. Have they really changed at all?"
Zhuokong laughed, his beard trembling, "You are a Taoist priest, and you want to fight with me?"
"What's wrong with the Taoist priest? There is no separation between Buddhism and Taoism."
Yin Xiu still pressed her hand on the well, "I don't talk much, but I don't talk much. I can chat with everyone.
Meeting ordinary ordinary people, I chatted with him about horse racing, the stock market, and futures.
When you meet a short mule, talk to him about girls and the recent turmoil in the world, including who betrayed his boss and who cheated on his sister-in-law.
As for talking to you, monk, I will naturally have to talk about something that is so confusing that the other party can’t understand it and I can’t understand it myself. "
"Oh?"
Zhuokong snorted coldly, he was the chief of Bodhidharma Academy.
Although Chinese martial arts is no longer as popular as it used to be, and no iron shirt with a golden bell can stop bullets, there are still many young people in the courtyard who are vigorous and energetic.
The strong men in Shaolin Temple are like crucian carp crossing the river. He has never seen anyone.
No matter how angry that person is, he has to lower his eyebrows and be submissive in front of him, like a tiger with a collar on.
Even a monk from outside has to fast for three days, not to mention a Taoist priest who comes uninvited, how can he fight with him? Zhuokong glared at him, "I'm not very talented. I've only reached the seventh level of the Mysterious Entrance, so I can't compete with the masters. However, for us Buddhists, practicing the state of mind is more important than practicing martial arts, so it's enough.
When I reach this level, I can see the mountains as mountains and the water as water. They are still old wells and cannot make any changes. "
Yin Xiu nodded and pointed to the well again, "I can't see what's hidden under this well right now. Why don't you ask the master to explain it clearly?"
Zhuokong said calmly: "Donor, have you heard of an ancient saying?"
"Ok?"
Yin Xiu narrowed her eyes slightly, "I read a lot of comics and novels. If I don't read ancient books, it will give me a headache."
"Oh, no wonder. Today is different from the past. Young people nowadays should read more scriptures. Otherwise, how could they not even know that the two of them were not looking at the well."
Don't you two look at the well? Yin Xiu laughed when he heard this, "What, are you going to throw me away?"
Zhuokong raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Don't you want to know what's underneath? Just go down and see for yourself."
Yin Xiu still had a smile on her face, stretched out and began to move her hands and feet.
"I'm so embarrassed. If so many monks in the temple drink my foot-washing water, I will lose my life."
"You're already dead, how can you save your longevity?"
Somehow, a strong wind suddenly broke out in the courtyard that was originally peaceful.
When the strong wind blew up a corner of Yin Xiu's windbreaker, it also pulled up Zhuokong's beard, covering his face that was uncertain and emotionless.
(End of this chapter)