Chapter 135
Chapter 135
At her words, the old monk immediately examined Hua Jiunan carefully.
In secret, he invoked a Buddhist divine ability: the mantra for opening the Heavenly Eye.
“Om. Manifest, Vajrasattva-Sattva, a Buddhist term bearing the meanings of existence, life, truth, reality, goodness, and virtue.”
“Supreme Vajra Eye.”
“Let every eye now open. Om. Re zha na. Qu a hum hong.”
After opening his Heavenly Eye, Kongchan looked at Hua Jiunan again.
A towering Green Pine stood behind him, so vast it blotted out the sky and sun.
Mist drifted among its branches, and waves of green light pulsed through them.
Countless birds made their homes in the tree.
Above Hua Jiunan’s head, a proud Qiu Dragon circled.
Its repeated roars reached straight into the heavens.
Hua Jiunan himself radiated an immensely concentrated light of merit.
Within that light, the faint figures of many people smiled at him.
When Elder Monk Kongchan tried to look more closely, a sudden pain stabbed through both his eyes. Two streams of bloody tears ran down his face.
He hurriedly rose and bowed to Hua Jiunan.
“Namo Amitabha!”
“Please forgive me, Benefactor. This humble monk acted recklessly just now!”
He closed both eyes and remained silent for a long time.
Chen Daji disliked monks, but he was kindhearted all the same.
At the sight, he could not help muttering, “What happened? How’d you start bleeding just from looking?”
“Old monk, did you peek at a beautiful woman bathing and get styes?”
Eighth Master Chang snickered maliciously.
“His problem is a lot worse than peeking at a beautiful woman in the bath. If he’s unlucky, he might go blind!”
Hua Jiunan did not know why Elder Monk Kongchan had ended up in such a state, but he still took out his golden needles to treat him.
With practiced ease, he inserted five golden needles into the old monk’s Kidney Gate acupoint, Fuliu acupoint, Zhuyuan acupoint, Qihua acupoint, and Sancha acupoint.
Some went deep and others shallow; some he twisted, others he pinched.
A short while later, Kongchan’s eyes stopped bleeding.
The attentive Hu Fei’er brought him a warm towel so he could wipe his face.
The old monk slowly opened his eyes. Although they still stung faintly, he could see again.
“Namo Amitabha.”
“Benefactor, your merit is vast and your kindness profound. This humble monk can only look upon you with reverence.”
Once he saw that the monk’s eyes had recovered, Chen Daji relaxed and immediately resumed talking nonsense.
“Bah! Monks only know how to flatter people!”
“Can’t you offer something practical…?”
At that point, Chen Daji hesitated.
What should he ask for?
Monks were probably all poor. Why else would they constantly call themselves “this poor monk”…?
Besides, even if he offered money, Chen Daji did not care for it.
His family owned a mine. What did he have to fear?
As Chen Daji’s thoughts wandered, his gaze landed on the prayer beads in Kongchan’s hand.
Well, now. Those were fine collectibles!
Who knew how many years the old monk had spent handling them? Just look at that patina and color!
“Monk, if you truly want to thank my Big Brother, give him that collectible in your hand!”
“It isn’t worth much, but at least it shows your sincerity.”
“Collectible?” Elder Monk Kongchan stared blankly before he realized what Chen Daji meant.
“Namo Amitabha.”
“The Young Benefactor is correct. I should present it and form an auspicious bond.”
When Hua Jiunan did not accept the beads, Chen Daji snatched them and hung them around his own neck.
Somehow, they made him look even sleazier.
Give him a water-polished wrought-iron monk’s staff and a monastic knife at his waist, and he would have looked exactly like a miniature Lu Zhishen.
“I’ll keep them safe for my Big Brother.”
“You don’t mind, do you, old monk?”
For the first time, Kongchan examined Chen Daji closely.
The moment he did, the words “Young Benefactor, you possess an affinity with Buddha” nearly slipped from his mouth.
But after what had happened with Hua Jiunan, how could he dare say such a thing lightly?
After all, Kongchan had not yet attained the resolve to become a “blind monk.”
“Namo Amitabha.”
“The Young Benefactor may do as he pleases. This poor monk dares make no careless pronouncement.”
Amused by the scene, Deaf Granny asked, “Monk, did you rush to this old woman’s home because something happened?”
Eighth Master Chang slurped a mouthful of instant noodles and chuckled.
“Great Monk, if you have business here, hurry up and say it.”
“Otherwise, that little bastard Daji will soon invent an excuse to strip off even your kasaya.”
“Then you’ll have to return to your temple with your big bare ass hanging out!”
Only then did Master Kongchan remember why he had come and hurriedly spoke.
“Namo Amitabha. This humble monk thanks the Bodhisattva Lady for deigning to inquire-an old honorific used when a superior questions a subordinate.”
“This humble monk has come because of the evil demon suppressed beneath our temple’s golden statue of the Buddha.”
Hua Jiunan frowned slightly.
“Master, do you mean the thing below is about to emerge and harm people?”
Elder Monk Kongchan shook his head.
“Namo Amitabha. No, that has not happened.”
“However, the eminent monks who came from Mount Wutai to reinforce the seal entered the chamber beneath the Buddha’s golden statue and never emerged.”
“This humble monk is therefore deeply worried…”