The abbot got into trouble [asking for votes]

Author: Dark Eggplant

The abbot got into trouble [asking for votes]

"Haha, you two, please come inside. This is the Zen courtyard where I practice daily." Abbot Jingxu led Xu Mo and the two of them into a small courtyard. This place is simple and simple. The courtyard is paved with red bricks and there is a large tree planted there.

Next to the tree is a bungalow with blue bricks and gray tiles, which isolates it from the noise.

There was a stone table and bench under the tree. The three of them sat down without saying a word.

After a while, a young novice brought hot water and made tea.

After the young novice monk retreated, Abbot Jingxu asked, "You two have come to Fachan Temple. What do you want to do?"

Xiang Ying looked at Xu Mo at this time and winked, saying that you should speak and don't sit silently.

As for the big green snake, she is good at fighting, but in this situation, she is not as good as Xu Mo when it comes to playing tricks with the big monk.

Although she is almost six hundred years old, she recognizes her shortcomings.

Xu Mo smiled slightly.

He knew very well that no matter what method he used this time, it would actually be extremely dangerous, with a narrow escape from death.

He also secretly deduced that based on his understanding of the master abbot, the other party is an extremely smart person. Playing tricks in front of the other party is really asking for death.

In this case, only direct methods can achieve miraculous results.

And the more direct the better.

"I want to see the Thousand-Armed Buddha!"

These are Xu Mo's original words.

The tone is not a discussion, but a simple statement.

He was emotionless and couldn't tell whether he was being polite or an order.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the old monk Jingxu across from him looked startled.

Obviously there is some confusion about the situation.

What Xu Mo wants is this effect. If we want to say what advantages he has compared with Fachan Temple, basically, wisdom, strategy, and strength are all out of the question.

Xu Mo still has this bit of self-awareness.

The only advantage is that he knows himself and the enemy, and understands the other party's details, while the other party does not know his details.

Therefore, we must make a big fuss in this area to achieve our goals.

You may even be lucky enough to escape unscathed.

Or, if there is no way to escape alive, you can still get the information and clues you want to pave the way for the next round.

"I wonder what your name is?" Old monk Jingxu's mind was racing, and he quickly calmed down. He did not answer directly, but asked a rhetorical question.

This is about taking back the dominance of discourse.

Xu Mo shook his head: "The name is just a code name, an appearance. As the saying goes, all appearances are false. Buddha said: My appearance is right and wrong...Master, why do you need to ask so many questions, what do you know, and what if you don't know?"

If you have an advantage, you must use it to crush the opponent.

Not to mention anything else, Xu Mo can shock the other person every time with this sentence in the "Diamond Sutra".

Sure enough, no matter how hard old monk Jingxu pretended to be calm, he opened his narrowed eyes when he heard these Buddhist words.

It can be seen that the pupils of the other party's eyes are different from ordinary people's. Others have only one pupil in one eye, but this one has two.

And Xu Mo knew that this was not the other party's limit.

The last time I made a bone pagoda, the opponent had seven pupils in one eye, which was scary to death.

Xu Mo still remembers this.

"Although sentient beings have no form, they can only be seen by the eyes of the Buddha. I have not become a Buddha, and you have not become an immortal, so it is better not to talk eloquently."

The old monk actually turned an army against him.

Fortunately, the abbot of Fazen Temple has two brushes.

But who is Xu Mo?

It's a big lie. He was able to break into this world just by opening his mouth.

He was able to deceive so many evil heretics in the past, and this old monk was no exception.

Xu Mo shook his head and said seriously: "Master's words are wrong. Although I have not arrived in the Pure Land, my thoughts have already arrived. Master's Dharma is profound, how can I not know this truth? I know what the master is thinking, and I would rather fight less.

Lie."

If you say I talk eloquently, I will talk nonsense.

Come and go, we still have the upper hand.

Opposite me, the old monk Jingxu was neither impatient nor impatient, but he smiled and said, "Your Excellency is wrong. The reason why lies are lies depends on who is being spoken to. Your Excellency said that I am a wise speaker, and you are wise; you say that I am a lie.

If you speak kindly, you will do good; if you say I am lying, sir, it will be a lie."

Old monks are not easy to fool.

Xu Mo is not a good person either.

I was laughing loudly and couldn't stop laughing.

I don’t know if the old monk opposite was confused. Anyway, Xiang Ying next to him had already been confused.

She doesn't know much about Buddhism.

Although I have my heart, to be honest, who can I compare my score with.

Compared with ordinary people, Xiang Ying is naturally more cunning and calculating, very powerful.

But now, sitting next to them are Xu Dahuyou and old monk Jingxu. These two people are obviously at odds with each other. No one will give in to the other, and no one will obey the other.

As a result, Xiang Ying could only drink tea honestly at the moment, cup after cup. Basically, she drank all the tea alone.

It's rounded.

After a few cups of tea, the bickering between Xu Mo and the old monk next to him was still in full swing.

"Master, is this a bodhi tree?" Xu Mo asked, looking up at the big tree in the courtyard.

This changes the topic.

In a debate, this is a sign of weakness.

The old monk chuckled, probably thinking that the other party had given up, but he nodded and said: "Yes, the poor monk planted it with his own hands."

Xu Mo suddenly pointed at the old monk Jingxu and said, "Master, there is dust on your body."

Old monk Jingxu was stunned.

I guess I felt that the other party's words were too out-of-the-box, so I just asked the Bodhi tree why it was getting dusty again.

Then Jingxu's body shook and his cassock bulged.

Obviously, no matter where there is dust, it will be shaken off.

Xu Mo smiled and said: "It's not in you, but in your heart."

This time, old monk Jingxu frowned.

He feels bad.

It seemed that he had fallen into the other party's trap, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong for a moment. He could only laugh and said: "The poor monk observes the Buddha every day and chants sutras every night, just to wipe the spiritual platform.

To purify the Buddha's heart, how can we talk about dust? Don't say it doesn't exist, even if it exists, it can be wiped clean."

That means I am telling you that I am profound in Buddhism, and it is useless no matter what you say.

Little did he know that he had fallen into Xu Mo's trap.

Xu Mo no longer looked at old monk Jingxu at this moment, but looked up at the bodhi tree.

He opened his mouth and said: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust."

After saying that, Xu Mo still didn't go to see the old monk, but planned to drink some tea and show off.

But when he looked down, he saw that not only the pot was drained, but also his own cup.

Turning around, Xiang Ying met his eyes.

Is this guy born in the year of the bucket, so good at drinking?

Don't go to the toilet either?

Xu Mo held back.

But old monk Jingxu couldn't help it.

What Xu Mo said just now was a verse, but when I heard it in the ears of old monk Jingxu, it was like thunder.

He could understand what the other person said.
To be continued...