Seeing my silent look, Monk Yuquan put away his smile and said, "Donor Yang, this matter has a cause and an effect. If those cat demons had not tried to kill Huang Wenjun, I don't think my master would have taken the 'Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart'."
"Besides, cat demons are demons after all. Even if they have made some achievements in Taoism, they will inevitably enter the secular world. Once they enter the secular world, their desire to harm humans will increase, which will encourage their killing. Nowadays, how many demons or humans can keep their original intentions?"
I thought about it and felt that what Monk Yuquan said was right.
I asked him, "Yuquan, didn't you say you would go to Yuanbao Mountain with me to deal with those cat demons? When do you plan to go?"
Monk Yuquan smiled again and said, "Tomorrow, I'll go with you. It's too late today. It's easy to get lost even if we enter Yuanbao Mountain."
"Okay, tomorrow then."
As the sky darkens, the sunset gradually disappears and night falls.
Monk Yuquan arranged for me to stay in a side room of the Taoist temple. The room was very clean, with a cool mat on the bed. There were candles lit in the room, and a pot of orchids on the windowsill.
From the Jade Emperor Hall of the Taoist temple came the sound of wooden fish being struck, and at the same time the sound of the young monk Yuquan chanting Buddhist scriptures. I originally thought that Yuquan had planned to leave Buddhism, but I didn't expect that although he ate meat and drank alcohol, he still had some serious business.
Accompanied by the sounds of beating wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures, I lay on the bed and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, before dawn, there was a knock on my door.
Monk Yuquan's voice came from the door, "Donor Yang, it's time to get up. After breakfast we will go to Yuanbao Mountain."
I got up quickly and had breakfast with Monk Yuquan in the open space outside the Taoist temple.
Oddly enough, even for breakfast, Yuquan Monk couldn't live without meat. The white porridge was filled with slices of meat, which were cut very thinly, even thinner than the lotus root slices eaten in ordinary restaurants.
Seeing that I was eating with gusto, Monk Yuquan looked at me with a smile.
There was a cunning look in his eyes, and an ambiguous expression.
"How is it? Is the meat porridge delicious?" Monk Yuquan asked me.
I nodded and smiled: "The porridge is good, very delicious, I have eaten two bowls."
But Monk Yuquan's next words made my face change.
Yuquan smiled and said, "Of course the meat porridge I made is delicious, but it's a pity for those mice. If they were roasted, they would definitely taste better."
"What? You said the meat in this meat porridge is rat meat?"
My face had turned pale and I asked Monk Yuquan in a deep voice.
"Yeah, what else do you think? I also want to eat chicken and rabbit meat, but those game are really hard to catch. Rats are easier to catch. You can catch them by blocking the hole. Last night, after I finished beating the wooden fish, I went to catch rats. Fortunately, I am agile, otherwise I wouldn't have caught so many..."
I quickly waved my hands to interrupt Monk Yuquan's words. I covered my mouth and said nauseously, "Okay, okay, stop talking. I'm about to vomit."
Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I covered my mouth and ran to a corner of the Taoist temple and started vomiting violently. I felt like I was about to vomit out my stomach acid.
There was a feeling of tightness in my chest.
Seeing my expression, Monk Yuquan laughed loudly and said, "Haha, Mr. Yang, I was just lying to you. I'm not a mouse.
It's a bamboo rat. Bamboo rats are different from mice. They eat bamboo roots and stems, have no infectious diseases, and are very large. "
Bamboo rat
Although I knew that bamboo rats were edible, I couldn't help but feel sick when I thought about how bamboo rats looked like mice. Then I squatted down and vomited again.
Monk Yuquan didn't pay any attention to me. He just sat in front of the iron pot, scooping out the porridge and the meat slices from the pot. I won't talk about the way he ate, he was wolfing down the food, and it was obvious that he had never eaten good food before.
After I vomited, I went to Monk Yuquan with a livid face and angrily asked him, "What do you want to do? Are you deliberately playing a trick on me?"
Originally, I had some good feelings towards Monk Yuquan after eating his roasted chicken yesterday, but now I have developed a dislike for him.
Monk Yuquan looked at me and said with a smile, "Donor Yang, you misunderstood. I just wanted you to vomit. I found that you are contaminated with a lot of death energy, and a lot of death energy has entered your body."
"I'm just helping you get rid of the dead air. I added some herbal juice to the meat porridge just now, and now the dead air in your body has been almost dispelled. Otherwise, it would be easy for you to attract ghosts if you had the dead air in your body."
After listening to what the young monk Yuquan said, I suddenly understood.
Then I remembered that although I sealed the porcelain bottle containing "black death energy" when I came back from the underworld, because I had been carrying the porcelain bottle with me when I was in the underworld, a lot of death energy had already invaded my body not only on the surface, but also inside.
The little monk Yuquan made me vomit a lot, and together with the herbal meat porridge I ate, the dark death energy in my body was completely eliminated.
I circulated the Yin De Energy in my body and felt it. Sure enough, my body felt a lot more relaxed.
Damn it, I was thinking of teaching this little monk a lesson. I didn't expect that I couldn't do it now. He is helping me, even though his method may be a little wrong, but I can't be ungrateful.
My complexion gradually returned to normal. I looked at Monk Yuquan and thanked him, "Yuquan, thank you for what you did just now."
The monk Yuquan said with a smile: "It's no problem, it's no problem. Helping others is what we monks should do. It's a good thing and a kind thing."
When saying this, Monk Yuquan looked very proud.
I always feel that Monk Yuquan is making fun of me, but I really can't do anything about him.
Forget it, it's more important to go to Yuanbao Mountain. After all, Monk Yuquan stayed to help me, so he should have some skills.
After Monk Yuquan licked the meat porridge clean in the iron pot, he and I simply packed up and left Xifeng Mountain.
On the way down the mountain, Yuquan monk asked me what delicious food there was in the city. I mentioned a few things, such as hot pot, Korean barbecue, and noodles with soybean paste... This made Yuquan monk very hungry. I asked again and found out that this little monk was going down the mountain for the first time.
After going down the mountain and wading through the stream, the little monk Yuquan was so surprised that he danced with joy. He began to circle around the car, patting the hood of the car from time to time, and even used the rearview mirror to look at his face, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Donor Yang, no, Brother Yang, is this the car you city people drive? I heard from my master that this kind of four-wheeled thing runs very fast! This is the first time I have seen it.
Good stuff, much better than the Buddhist instrument my master gave me."
My goodness, after listening to what the young monk Yuquan said, I really think he is a bumpkin.
I pouted, opened the car door with the key, and shouted to Yuquan who was breathing out the car window, "Get in the car, we're going to Yuanbao Mountain now."
"Okay, okay, Brother Yang, I'll get in the car right away."
This time, the young monk Yuquan no longer called me Donor Yang, but called me "Brother Yang" instead.
The car was running fast on the road, and the little monk Yuquan, who was wearing a seat belt, was jolted a little. I deliberately drove fast, just to play a trick on Yuquan monk, because he treated me like that in the morning.
But I regret it.
After the car was bumpy for a while, Monk Yuquan couldn't hold back his mouth and wanted to vomit. But there was no plastic bag or anything in the car, so where could he vomit? But seeing the miserable appearance of Monk Yuquan, I couldn't bear it.
I originally planned to stop the car, but as soon as I stopped the car, Monk Yuquan started vomiting violently.
The most annoying thing was that he pulled my windbreaker over and started vomiting into the right pocket of my windbreaker. The smell was really strong, probably because Monk Yuquan drank alcohol the day before, and the vomit had a rotten smell of wine lees.
Damn it, I am reaping what I sow.
I covered my mouth and nose, tilted my body, and stared blankly at the young monk Yuquan.
Just like me this morning, Monk Yuquan vomited for a long time.
Finally, he stopped vomiting.
Yuquan looked at me with a guilty look on his face, and said with an awkward smile: "Um, Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it just now, so I... ... vomited into the pocket of your clothes. But don't worry, I will keep your clothes."
"My master left me a lot of money before he passed away. When the time comes, I will buy you a new dress. How about it?"
Damn it, I'm so unlucky.
With disgust in my eyes, I asked unhappily, "I am a ghost-catching Taoist priest. Do you think I am short of money? It is you who makes me stink... By the way, you said you would buy me clothes. How much do you plan to pay?"
The young monk Yuquan hurriedly took out a small cloth bag from his arms.
As he opened the cloth bag, he said to me, "Brother Yang, my master gave me all his money. He told me that money is very useful in the city. You can buy a lot of delicious food..."
But when my eyes swept over the money in his small cloth bag, I was stunned.
There were only more than 20 yuan in the cloth bag, and seven or eight yuan in coins.
Damn it, at that time, I really wanted to kick Yuquan out of the car.
Fortunately, I am an open-minded person and I finally endured it.
I got out of the car, took off my windbreaker, and wore only a black short-sleeved shirt. I also put the bag on my left side, because I was afraid that when Monk Yuquan vomited again, he would have nowhere to vomit and would vomit into my bag.
If that were the case, I would be even more unlucky.
With a "bang", the car door closed and I got in.
Seeing that I threw the windbreaker away, Monk Yuquan grinned and apologized, "Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. Otherwise, you name a price and I'll compensate you. Look, I have quite a bit of money here!"
Damn, with that little money he has, it’s not even enough to buy a pair of pants.
I feel dizzy!
This little monk Yuquan is truly a rare gem.
(to be continued)
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