cted her to be so bold as to threaten me with my child!Old Mrs. Ma must have been possessed by a fierce fox spirit to dare take such a risk.Seeing Younan's pitiful look just now, it really pissed me o...Master Huqing was very young, only a few years older than my brother, around twenty-five. He was a real oddball in the Buddhist world, even my brother couldn't handle him.

This oddball is not only unique in its bones and a natural talent for learning Buddhism, but also has a very unique way of thinking. Its ambition is to publish secret records of yin-yang sorcery, like lists of 500 famous people—that kind of street literature—and then make a fortune by lying at home collecting royalties.

This freak of a person with impure six senses, is actually the direct disciple of that renowned master back in the day. It's simply inconceivable! And to top it off, he's even a fake monk!

They call him a fake monk because he hasn't truly become a monk yet.

From his words, it seemed he treated this as a profession. He kept saying that he couldn't become a monk before getting married, but once he put on the monk's robes and Buddhist accessories, he was like a different person, almost schizophrenic.

Every word is boundless Dharma, every turn of the head is the shore. Every sentence is as profound and enigmatic as a mental illness.

Above is what my brother said about him.

I watched from afar as Master Huqing respectfully and patiently interpreted the fortune slips for the female incense burner.

"Master, this is a great omen of misfortune! Remember to be humble and content in life, avoid arrogance and showing off, otherwise, you might suffer from bloodshed." He said seriously.

A sign of a big chest I looked at that female guest.

A face of an internet celebrity, the magnificence of her chest, even the chain of the down jacket couldn't be fastened.

Such a woman, one look and you know that "contentment" means she's got to stop pushing it, any more greed and she'll be silenced.

My brother glanced at the other woman's chest, then turned to look at me and sighed, "My little Qiao actually lost... The power of technology is truly terrifying..."

I punched him in the waist. He turned his head and said nonchalantly, “Although your little strength feels like an itch, please don’t hit my waist. You don’t know how important the kidneys are to men, do you”

"Stop talking nonsense!" This guy is such a pain.

Before that, the monk Huqing was still coaxing: "Buddha said: There are causes and conditions for gathering in the world, there are causes and conditions for the world to gather; there are causes and conditions for extinguishing the world, there are causes and conditions for the world to extinguish. Noble lady, do not be too demanding."

This guy is very skilled at his job. He delivers these tongue twisters smoothly, with clear articulation and the right emotions.

The internet celebrity, a beautiful woman, wiped her eyes for a moment and thanked the master, then drove away in her sports car.

Hu Qing let out a breath and turned his head to see us. He was taken aback: "What are you two doing here!"

"...Working nearby, how come you're at this little temple" I asked.

He curled his lips and said, "The abbot of this temple is a brother-disciple to my master. I'm here to hang around for half a year, just come in and say hello Oh, by the way, we practice different paths, so remember to burn three incense sticks to worship the mountain gate! The cheapest one is 188 per stick."

“...”

My brother and I spent over a thousand yuan for six incense sticks. My brother grumbled, saying he was being cheated. He indignantly said, “Compared to you guys, what is this! Ours are clearly marked with official price tags from the Price Bureau, while yours are just random prices!”

I couldn't help but laugh. This Buddhist oddball is truly hilarious.

He saw me giggling and hurriedly smoothed his collar. He bowed to me and said, "Lady Qiao, how are you"

"No." I smiled and shook my head, playing along with his line.

My brother said he needed to use the restroom and asked me to watch him for a bit, then he went away.

After all, this is a busy place. Even if he's pretending to be a monk, he has to be mindful of appearances. During working hours, he needs to follow the rules and regulations, so he stood three feet away from me, while I sat under a tree.

"Why is Miss Xiao Qiao so restless" he asked with a smile.

I replied, "I always feel like I've forgotten something important, but it doesn't seem like anything is missing..."

Master Huqing was taken aback for a moment, his sharp eyes darted around before he smiled and said, "As the Buddha said: All phenomena are impermanent. Like dreams, illusions, bubbles, dew, or lightning. One should view them thus."

"Don't speak in Buddhist jargon, just talk normal," I said with a laugh, rolling my eyes at him.

After all, we come from different paths. I haven't read many Buddhist scriptures and don't understand these Buddhist verses.

Based on your situation, it means that everything outside is a reflection of your inner state. What you lack within will make you feel like there's something missing around you. You keep searching and striving, only to discover it's all an illusion. It's best not to dwell on the past and simply live in the present moment.

I narrowed my eyes, I felt like something was missing.

It seems like something is missing, a bit empty.

"...It doesn't seem like I've lost anything else, I just lost a ring, and I don't know if it fell in Huangdao Village. It would be impossible to find it back..." I sighed.

Hu Qing raised an eyebrow: "A ring Is it very important"

I nodded. “It’s important, it should be from my husband, it has special meaning…”

"Your husband" He paused, then suddenly realized, "Oh, oh, you mean your husband from the underworld!"

From the Underworld

The Underworld!

I jumped to my feet.

From the Underworld...right, he doesn't seem human...ugh, my head hurts.

I clenched my fists and pounded my head, Huiqing the monk jumped in fright. He secretly glanced around to see if anyone noticed. Reaching out, he grabbed my sleeve and said, "What are you doing Hey, don't hit yourself!"

“Do you know anything” I grabbed his robes as if finding a savior, “I feel like everything is fine, and my brother hasn't concealed anything. But he didn't mention one key word in his speech, and it doesn't seem like he's hiding or lying. What on earth happened”

Huiqing monk’s expression was also a little dazed. He hurriedly pulled back his monk's robe sleeves and whispered, “I’m still working! Why do you look like you hit your head Should you go see a doctor”

I pressed my throbbing temples, waving my hands dismissively. "I'm fine, I'm fine... It's just that I feel like I've forgotten something, but when you mentioned it, it was like a light bulb went off, but I still can't remember more..."

Hsu Ching the monk stared at me for a while, then softly said: "Amitabha Buddha, Miss Qiao, do you believe in 'the power of words'"

Does it speak volumes

What does this mean

He smiled and said, “That’s what is meant by ‘the power of words.’ Words have a special kind of power that can influence a person's destiny, aura, thoughts, and so on… Just like you said a moment ago about being enlightened, it seems like one of my words just now had an impact on you.”

I nodded vigorously. “That’s right, what else do you know Tell me everything.”

“I know very little, as this is my first time meeting you in Huangdao Village. However, I can tell you are all cultivators. Would the Taoist precepts restrain you from speaking about certain things Or would your deities control your words and actions I am a disciple of Buddhism, not subject to the Taoists’ influence, so I can offer you guidance...”

"... Can you just give me the highlights" I was pounding a headache.

The point is... I haven't finished my work today, let me talk to you in detail after I get off work.

“...”

You, big grandpa!selves walkers when they go out Walking more has its benefits.” He chuckled softly, reaching out to pull me into his arms.A whooshing sound filled my ears, I didn't dare open my eyes, burying myself...