Chapter 166 Host, you will be sent razor blades if you do this! "What's the rest of the story?" Pinggong Qianye was just hearing the key point when the abbot of Anping Temple in front of him suddenly stopped talking. "The ending is that the Bodhisattva in the flesh came back to life and turned into the crazy monk today." The abbot of Anping Temple said calmly. "..." Pinggong Qianye took a deep breath and said seriously: "Host, you should stop telling stories to others casually in the future, otherwise it will be very dangerous." The story was told in such detail from Feidao Daquan’s perspective earlier, and after finally getting to the water and land ceremony, it suddenly came to an abrupt end, with a light sentence revealing the ending. The host doesn't really think this is humorous, does he? Such behavior will be punished! If I were writing a novel, readers would send me razor blades overnight! Pinggong Qianye thought that he was a master of fragmentation in the stories he wrote on the forum, but he was still a little behind this host.
"Monk who has come from afar, don't you want to have a vegetarian meal first?" After hearing what the host said, Pinggong Qianye's idea of beating him up disappeared in an instant. After all, any host who can treat you to a vegetarian meal is a good host. Finally, under the painful gaze of the abbot of Anping Temple, Pinggong Qianye ate up all the food they had prepared for the whole day. There is no other way. This place is close to the mountains, and all kinds of mushrooms and wild vegetables are stir-fried and cooked with tea oil. Every dish goes well with rice. In addition, since he had some resentment towards the host, Pinggong Qianye ate a little more. After the vegetarian meal, the abbot led the monks of Anping Temple to chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures. Pinggong Qianye did not join in, but instead walked around the entire Anping Temple to observe. This temple is relatively new, with a history of only about ten years. It should have been built after the incident of the living Buddha. Perhaps Anping Temple is the temple built by Dajing Village to enshrine the living Buddha. At noon, during lunch time, the entire Anping Temple could only make do with some vegetarian noodles, with some scattered wild grass pieces floating on the noodle soup as garnish. Pinggong Qianye was not picky and just ate about 6 bowls and ended his lunch simply. In the afternoon, Pinggong Chiye went to the Dajing Village in the story and soon found the current village chief of Dajing Village. The village chief is about 40 years old and is obviously not the same village chief in the story from more than ten years ago. When I first met the village chief, he was chanting Buddhist scriptures in the scripture hall of his home. What they recite is the "Nirvana Mantra" and what they chant is the name of Amitabha Buddha. When Pinggong Qianye stated that he came here to learn about the crazy monk and the flesh-and-blood Buddha, a mocking smile immediately appeared on the village chief's face. It was not directed at Heimiya Chiye, but at the abbot of Anping Temple. "Haha, stories that damage the image of Buddhism are not easy to tell directly to the host."
The village chief glanced at Pinggong Qianye and said earnestly: "Young monk, please leave here and don't get involved in our affairs, lest you bring danger to yourself." "The Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will?" Pinggong Qianye said this and chanted the Buddha's name. "Do you know how many monks have died in our village in the past ten years?" When the village chief said this, he stretched out his right palm in front of Pinggong Qianye, "A total of 56 monks!" 56 monks? There was a flash of shock in Pinggong Qianye's eyes. He did not expect that so many monks would die in this incident. But he quickly put away his emotions and said calmly: "So many monks are not afraid of death, why should I care about my life?" "Ugh." The village chief had a complicated expression, with admiration and regret in his eyes. "Master, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?" The village chief changed to a more respectful address and invited Pinggong Qianye to sit in the tea room. After drinking two cups of tea, he talked about the follow-up of what the abbot of Anping Temple had not finished. The grand water and land ceremony lasted from noon until after 8 o'clock in the evening. The flesh-and-blood Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged in the center began to gradually change. His heartbeat rate gradually became similar to that of a normal person, and the flesh tightly wrapped around his bones began to grow fuller over time. The emaciated body slowly expanded like an inflated balloon until it became no different from a normal person. The face and skin color changed from pale to rosy. Dry and frizzy hair gradually becomes black and shiny. The price paid was the lives of the four monks present. No one knows how the four monks died. But when the flesh-and-blood Buddha slowly exhaled, the bodies of the four monks all withered away without any sound, just like the flesh-and-blood Buddha that had just been dug out. Did the four eminent monks choose to sacrifice themselves to achieve the return of the Bodhisattva in the flesh? Or was it the Bodhisattva in the flesh who forcefully plundered the vitality of the four monks? There is still no accurate answer to this day. When the Bodhisattva in the flesh stood up for the first time, all the people around him knelt down involuntarily and worshiped him devoutly. Bodhisattva, Living Buddha, has really come into reality! Many monks present even cried out loud, shedding tears for witnessing this scene. But the shocking result was that this so-called Bodhisattva in the flesh came down from the altar, walked straight to the side of Feidao Daquan's wife, and stared at her with an almost obsessive look. It was as if he treated her as his own mother. Apart from that, the flesh-and-blood Bodhisattva never showed any abnormal abilities, nor did he bring any so-called miracles. The resurrected flesh-and-blood Bodhisattva only knew to follow the wife of the powerful man on the island every day, staring at her from close range or from a distance. Rain or shine, day or night. Sometimes, when Feidao Daquan wanted to be intimate with his wife late at night, this so-called Buddha in the flesh would lie at the window and peek.
When walking on the street, he would inexplicably stop and stare at the women's bellies, lost in thought. Some widows even took the initiative to tease this living Buddha, and he accepted all of them. How can he be a Bodhisattva or Buddha if he behaves so absurdly? Even the great monks, no, even a young novice monk is not as good as him! But the villagers could only continue to tolerate his behavior and follow the monks from all over the place to study the secrets hidden in him. A senior monk tried to use scriptures to awaken his memory. Some people try to satisfy their desires through pious offerings. But in the end, no supernatural events happened, the secret of resurrection was not discovered, and the monks who had been in contact with him for a long time died one after another for no reason. Ten days, one month, half a year, one year...As time passed, the villagers felt more and more that the resurrected person was not a Bodhisattva in the flesh, but a playboy! But the villagers did not dare to do anything extreme towards this flesh-and-blood Buddha, especially those who had taken food from the little monk. Once they are far away from the village and too far away from the Buddha in the flesh, they will die quietly. All the villagers are tied to this land by this living Buddha. So in the end, all the monks were hated by the villagers here. The turning point of this bizarre story occurred when Feidao Daquan’s wife died. That was the third year since the Bodhisattva's recovery. It was just an ordinary nap, and Feidao Daquan's wife fell into sleep forever. When she left, her face was full of smiles, like a compassionate Buddha mother. After this, the Bodhisattva in the flesh began to become crazy and said to the monks passing by, "Buddha is dead! Buddha is alive!" But over the years, the Buddha did not see it, but monks died one after another. But every year, there are monks who do not believe in superstition and come to Dajing Village with a fearless spirit to try to solve this mystery. In the end, the monks died one after another, and the mystery remains a mystery. When mentioning this, the village chief deliberately glanced at Pinggong Qianye and advised again: "Master, leave now while you are not stuck in the mud." "The matter between our village and that Buddha in the flesh is a sinful bond that can never be resolved." "We and he are destined to be trapped and die in this land forever." Pinggong Qianye just listened quietly, and then curiously asked about the origin of Anping Temple. "Yes, Anping Temple is the temple that our village originally built. As for the abbot, he is the flying island power in the story." The village chief sighed and said, "We are trapped here, and he is trapped in the temple. It's the same. We will never be able to get true liberation." …… It was already sunset when Pinggong Qianye left the village chief's house, and the evening light enveloped the quiet village at the foot of the mountain. Is it an unsolvable fate?
Pinggong Qianye murmured softly and walked along the road in the village. He carefully observed every villager he met on the road with his Diamond Eyes, but did not notice anything unusual. These villagers are real people, not imaginary beings. As for their bodies, no trace of the so-called little monk could be found. Will they really die if they stay away from the living Buddha? Pinggong Qianye didn't quite believe this. No matter what kind of mysterious means were used, there would always be some clues left behind. So which villager should I find to cooperate with my guess? During the vegetarian meal in the evening, Pinggong Qianye came to Anping Temple again and met the abbot Feidao. If someone really had to step forward and take the risk, there would be no one more suitable than Feidao Daquan, the protagonist of the story. "I refuse." The host of Feidao refused straightforwardly. "I am confident that I can keep you safe." "I still have the same answer as before." The host of Feidao still answered firmly, without any hesitation or thought. "The host thinks this cannot solve the problem of Dajing Village?" "I will not leave this temple." Seeing that the host Feidao had such a firm attitude, Pinggong Qianye did not continue the topic, but was just a little confused. The host of Feidao, who has experienced so many things, is definitely not a person who is afraid of death. He insisted on staying in the temple, he must have his own considerations. While Pinggong Qianye was thinking, he suddenly felt someone approaching outside the window. His eyes passed the flying island host and looked towards the window. Outside, the crazy monk, the living Buddha, was standing in the night. (End of this chapter)