Otherworldly Merchant

I first mixed black dog blood, cock crown, salt and pot bottom ash and applied them to the acacia stake. These things are filled with plenty of sun, and for a moment, the surface of the acacia stake is like water vapor, releasing rolling white smoke.

I took the opportunity to pull out the ghost cutting knife and use all my strength to split into the Acacia pile. This time, the knife was unobstructed, and the Acacia pile was completely cut off!

I gently opened the dirt underneath and a big, age-old cylinder burst out, made of clay, all black.

I was overjoyed. I thought I'd found it this time!

Well, that's exactly what a sarcastic sarcophagus uses to store his remains in a cylinder.

Li Mazi helped dig out the entire cylinder with a shovel and asked curiously: "How could this old monk choose to sit in the cylinder after a normal person dies? You have to fight when you're dead. You're tired. ”

I bounced Li Mazi's head off: “Don't talk nonsense in front of the master. ”

Then, I explained carefully to Li Mazi the origin of the sitting cylinder body Buddha.

Legend has it that Zen ancestors have two apprentices, one named Hiroshi and one named Hye Neng. Both apprentices were deeply faxed, but differences arose in the study of Buddhism, so the Zen ancestors ordered them to spread Buddhism in the South and Buddhism in the North.

Since then, Buddhism has been divided into two factions, the North and the South. That's what we used to say about the South Shaolin and the North Shaolin.

Northern Buddhism is about cremation. Can the high priest burn the sherry to determine whether it is Buddha or not?

Southern Buddhism is about sitting in a cylinder. Southern monks will eat less and drink less than three months before the round silence. The last week, even a grain of rice can't get a sip of water. When they die, they will be put in a large cylinder, buried deep underground for three years. After three years, the flesh will not rot. That is to become Buddha.

After listening to my explanation, Li Mazi and Bai shook their heads, and Bai said with emotion: “How many people who believe can do things like kill themselves, hunger strike, etc.? ”

Li Mazi summed it up very simply and crudely: “So this old monk is starving to death! ”

I rolled my eyes and I was too lazy to talk to him.

After Buddha sitting in the cylinder was dug out, Li Ma swayed a few times with a flashlight. Something seemed to reflect white light in the soil.

I asked Li Mazi to take a closer look, and suddenly an elongated skeleton of Whiteson appeared in front of us.

I immediately guessed the snake demon.

It turns out that my guess was correct, and when we cleaned the soil off the skeleton, we found that it was truly a snake skeleton.

“Oh, no!” Li Mazi suddenly screamed: “Zhang Jia Xiao, what about your brother and sister? ”

I breathed a deep breath: "Just fix what's going on here and the crescent will come back. Am I right, Wordless Master?” After that, I bent my five fingers and knocked on the cylinder.

There was an empty Buddha in the cylinder, and it sounded like it was answering my question.

Li Mazi was relieved. After tying the large cylinder with a rope, he buried the snake bone in place as I ordered. He shoveled the dirt side of it. Sadly: “This monster's bone is worth a lot of money! Too bad we can't take it, or we'll make a small fortune. ”

Li Mazi took a break and didn't answer the question. “Don't you think so? ”

But none of us answered him, because at this moment we have before us a group of villagers with axes, firewood knives, kitchen knives and torches.

As was the case yesterday afternoon, under the leadership of the village chief, a group of villagers confronted us with various weapons.

But unlike yesterday afternoon, the villagers of yesterday afternoon were filled with fear and anxiety, and they were afraid that the destruction of Fengshuishi Stone would bring disaster to the village, but at this moment, the villagers were filled with greed.

The villagers are not fools. Many antique dealers have been collecting things over the years. They all know that this tub of meat Buddha is very valuable.

”Li Mazi, seeing that we had ignored him, hurried to turn around. 'Oh, how could you...

When he saw the scene in front of him, the words he was about to say suddenly swallowed back and his mouth was wide enough to swallow the whole egg.

“Hey, Boss Zhang, you're not funny enough! He came to our village looking for treasure and didn't squeak.” The village chief stared dead at the sitting cylinder meat Buddha beside me, with a funny smile on his face: “You should also know that this sitting cylinder meat Buddha is a thing that keeps the village safe. What if you take it like this and let the whole village have more than a hundred people? ”

I was born with a stupid mouth, and no one else would talk if I choked on it, not to mention being ridiculed by the mayor. Immediately, my mouth was jammed with something, and I couldn't say a word.

Luckily, Boss Bai met and grew up in this village. He immediately lifted the siege for me: “Everyone misunderstood that it was not some Buddha in the tank, but a snake demon, who caused the village to have no son. ”

“Bullshit, where's the snake demon from in the village?” Suddenly, a woman with a loud voice roared, and immediately, the crowd moved away.

I saw the village chief's wife come running like a wind.

The village chief's wife was not tall, she had a big tummy, but her legs were thin, and a face became red in the dark because of the perennial wind.

She pointed at me and yelled at me, calling me a turtle bastard, calling us thieves and bandits. Anyway, it sounds terrible.

The sentiment of the villagers was driven by the wife of the village chief, it all rose, accusing me, completely forgetting who saved them yesterday?

At the end of the day, some villagers couldn't hold on to the excitement and picked up stones and threw them at us!

Countless stones whistled at my head, and I had to flash to the side. Finally, the four of us tried to hide, but we were hit by a few stones.

As the scene began to get out of control, Mr. White took us straight down the hill, where he grew up and was very familiar with the local terrain. Under the leadership of Boss Bai, we followed a trail on the hill and returned to the Bai family with a cylinder of flesh on our back.

However, not long after we fled to the White House, the villagers had been informed and blocked in front of the White House with torches.

But none of these villagers dared to rush in, but they kept calling Grandpa Bai at the door. I couldn't help but relieve myself that the prestige of Old Bai among the villagers was still extremely high.

Li Mazi was nervous and smoked one cigarette after another. He kept walking in the White House Hall.

“Brother Zhang Jia, this is difficult.” Li Mazi frowned and analyzed: “If people get greedy, they're scarier than ghosts! How can the four of us fight a hundred villagers? You want me to say it, forget it. ”