Sun Hu and his party eventually returned empty-handed.
After Yi Liuyan learned of the situation, she did not blame Sun Hu, but sighed with emotion: "This injustice in the Yangtze River can't wait for me. How can this be good?"
"It's better to open the altar to prepare..." Sun Hu preached cautiously, "Please ask someone to help us to get rid of the grievances of the souls in the Yangtze River that are waiting for us."
Yi Liuyan nodded and said, "This is a good way, but who should be invited to cast the spell? He Xiaozi?"
Sun Hu shook his head and said, "He Xiaozi doesn't have the ability to cast spells. I know a few Taoist leaders."
Yi Liuyan meditated for a while, and finally shook her head and said, "No, it's best to invite the eminent monk to recite the sutras for super-duty."
Zhang Xiaolei, who was silent next to him, couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
Yi Liuyan frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"
"Just smile casually."
"We are in trouble, are you still gloating?"
"I am not gloating, I am laughing at you."
"Laugh at me?"
Yi Liuyan was a little puzzled, and Zhang Xiaolei asked, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"
"I believe in Buddha."
"But the Buddha said that all beings are equal, why do you still divide people into three, six or nine classes?"
Yi Liuyan suddenly turned angrily: "Don't talk about these nonsense, we are busy trying to figure out a solution, and you are still cynicing."
Zhang Xiaolei felt quite innocent.
As long as he speaks, it becomes cynicism.
It's really interesting.
Yi Liuyan instructed Sun Hu: "A few high-ranking monks are invited to come over, as long as there are high-ranking monks, I believe it can break the soul of the injustice."
"it is good."
After Sun Hu responded, he hurriedly left, presumably to find a high monk.
Yi Liuyan said to everyone again: "Everyone, go back and rest first, and wait until I invite the monk to Chaodu before setting off."
The people nodded their heads, so Yi Liuyan asked them to go to the shore to build a high platform so that the monks could sit on it and read the scriptures.
This temporary high platform is not difficult for the people in Zhoucheng.
The most abundant thing in Zhoucheng is wood.
They quickly pulled the wood, made it hot, and built a high platform on the shore.
Zhang Xiaolei sat not far away watching the excitement, anyway, he didn't need to exert any effort to watch the excitement and it was comfortable.
Until dusk, people really built a high platform, which is about the height of Zhang Xiaolei. If it is squeezed, it is estimated that it can seat five people.
Soon after the high platform was built, Sun Hu also brought four monks.
The monks were dressed in robes, and they looked pretty.
Yi Liuyan walked to the monk to salute, and said politely: "Well, masters, help me save my soul and let me wait for the fleet to go smoothly."
A monk whispered: "Amitabha, the poor monk will chant the sutras for one night, wait until dawn, then board the boat to recite the sutras."
"Master has worked hard."
These monks didn't even say it was hard, so they stepped onto the high platform.
Zhang Xiaolei looked at the monks with interest. He didn't know what these people were capable of. He didn't understand why ghosts were afraid of Buddhist scriptures, but he thought it was a very interesting profession.
I didn't have much effort to chant sutras to earn money.
At this time, a villager standing next to Zhang Xiaolei mumbled: "Aren't those monks from the Horseshoe Temple? They still have a face."
Zhang Xiaolei curiously asked: "Why are they so faceless?"
"You are a foreigner..." The humanity said, "This Horseshoe Temple used to have a high-ranking monk with a name round empty, and he was a first-class master. He didn't touch money in his life, worked hard for the rest of the world, and was proficient in medicine. He was a man for free every day. Healing preaching."
Zhang Xiaolei asked: "Then how does this master Yuankong live?"
The man continued: "Master Yuankong lives a simple life, a scoop of water, a piece of steamed bun, a place to lie down, is what he has. He is also easy to make friends, no matter if the person is a nobleman or a poor person, he treats him equally. ."
"Oh?"
"He is the most respected in the neighborhood. Even if it is in Ziyun Temple twenty miles apart, there are often Taoist long-lived Taoists who bring rice and vegetables over, for fear that Master Yuankong will be hungry."
"What about this master?"
"Oh, there was a big fire a few years ago, Master Yuankong dived into the water dozens of times to save the villagers, and finally didn't get up again."
Zhang Xiaolei stroked his chin. Since there is such a master, Mati Temple should be respected by the villagers.
Why did the villagers look a little contemptuous when these monks came
He curiously asked: "How is the Horseshoe Temple now?"
A woman heard the conversation between the two of them, and she interjected: "The monks in the Horseshoe Temple now have no good things. They are all disciples of Master Yuankong. As a result, these monks have let the money cloud their minds, earn money everywhere, and even take Master Yuankong. Take out the relics for sale, it’s not as good as a beast."
Zhang Xiaolei was shocked and said: "The relic? Isn't that the ashes of Master Yuankong? As far as I know, is the relic not the treasure of the temple?"
"So these people, animals and beasts are not as good as..." The woman sighed, "In the end, it turned out that the Taoist priests of Ziyunguan thought about the old love. Together, they invested money and went to various rich people's homes to intercede, and bought Master Yuankong's relics from the rich. , And personally found him a piece of geomantic omen to bury it."
Zhang Xiaolei couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.
Master Yuankong was respected all his life, but unfortunately his disciples and grandchildren couldn't do it, so Mati Temple fell to this point. The disciples took out his relic to sell, but in the end, the Taoist priests nearby helped him give him a whole body.
It seems that Mati Temple has been consuming the name of Master Yuankong.
He looked up at the monks. They were sitting cross-legged and chanting the scriptures quietly.
Whether it's reading it or not, I can't tell the truth.
Zhang Xiaolei suddenly felt quite boring, so he went back to the house to rest.
When the night passed, he slept comfortably and stretched when he got up.
After washing and walking out the door, the monks were still on the high platform. Every monk was sitting cross-legged, his robes tightly wrapped around his body.
Yi Liuyan also came out at this time, and she shouted to the high place: "Masters, we are about to set off, please let the masters go forward together."
However, the monks didn't seem to hear Yi Liu Yan's words, and they still sat there without saying a word.
"Isn't it finished yet..." Zhang Xiaolei muttered, "Let them read it for a while?"
Yi Liuyan shook her head and said, "No, there is water mist in the morning, which is best for hiding. Sun Hu, go and invite the masters to come down."
Sun Hu said hello, and quickly climbed up the high platform and said to the monks: "Masters, we..."
When he was halfway through speaking, suddenly there was no voice.
Then he squatted down quickly, moved a few monks, and then pulled off their robes and took a look.
Suddenly, Sun Hu's face changed drastically.
He exclaimed: "Dead! All dead!"
"What?" Yi Liuyan asked in surprise, "What are you talking about?"
"These masters are dead! Their hearts and livers have been poached away!" (End of this chapter)