Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 560: The Hidden Dangers of Wealth Immortal Revealed

After Chu Tai's new incarnation entered the human world, he immediately followed the mysterious connection of fate and came to Cangyan Mountain.

This mountain is part of the Taihang Mountains. There are thousands of acres of jade forests in the mountain with many tree species. In addition to plants such as pine, maple, apricot, and koelreuteria, there are also some medicinal herbs transplanted from other places.

Between the peaks, there are numerous Zen rooms, pavilions, and steles, all of which are condensed with strands of vows.

The Reclining Buddha Temple in the mountain is also one of the few places for Buddhist practice in the Central Plains today.

At this moment, Chu Tai transformed into the form of Xiang Jun and walked in through the mountain gate.

The gate of the Reclining Buddha Temple is also very interesting. The temple itself stands behind two mountain peaks, and the gate cleverly takes advantage of the mountain terrain to pass through it. There are carvings of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Buddhist scriptures on both sides. Above the few places without carvings, there are horizontal bridges, forming a triple blockade.

As soon as Chu Tai walked into the mountain gate, he felt a faint power of wish rising from under his feet.

"what?"

Chu Tai felt blessings such as prayer, peace, harmony, joy and so on flowing through his body along with his vows.

An old man who came to burn incense nearby saw this and said with a smile, "Isn't it amazing? This is one of the Buddhist relics of the Reclining Buddha Temple. It is the compassionate protection of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. As long as people walking on this mountain path have no evil thoughts and do not practice evil magic, they will feel more and more relaxed. Even though I am 95 years old this year, I still feel strong even if I go up and down every day."

As he spoke, the old man clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and prostrated three times towards the images of Buddha and Bodhisattva around him.

Then, the old man looked at Chu Tai and asked, "I see that you are a handsome man with extraordinary temperament, not like an ordinary person. What else are you dissatisfied with? Do you want to sit in the Reclining Buddha Temple?"

"What are you asking for, old man?"

Facing Chu Tai's question, the old man smiled and said in a friendly manner, "I have many children in my family, many of whom have become talented, but they all say that they miss my little piece of land, and they think that instead of coming to the temple to worship every day, I might as well help them a little."

Chu Tai looked at the old man and found that he was not speaking in anger, but seemed to be expressing the relationship between himself and the younger generation in a rather strange way. Then, as expected, he heard the old man add.

"But I know their little tricks. They don't even think about who raised them after their mother left. As soon as one or two of them lift their butts, I know that one of them is going to fart. They are afraid that I will get tired from going up and down, so they keep preparing servants for me and sending me up in a sedan chair."

"They don't even think about the fact that I have been able to stay strong all these years because of the protection of this Buddhist temple. If I really let someone send me up here, not only will my merits be reduced, but I won't be able to live for many more years."

At this point, the old man sighed and said, "I have told them long ago that if they can handle things by themselves, they should handle them by themselves. If they must use external forces, they can just use mechanical devices. Why do they have to make people slaves and servants? They don't listen to me, and I am a little worried..."

After hearing this, Chu Tai finally understood the old man's thoughts. He was the kind of person who believed in Buddhism devoutly. In the immortal system, he was considered a person who had achieved some success in practicing the lower level of the immortal way.

I have already vaguely grasped some of his fate and supernatural powers, and roughly sensed his child's problems.

But he obviously had no education and could not express his thoughts clearly, so he knew that many of his children's actions were wrong, but he could not stop them. He could only go up the mountain to pray for blessings, hoping to protect his offspring. And he happened to speak up and remind himself. Chu Tai looked back at the Buddha statues on both sides, and a hint of understanding emerged in his eyes.

He thought for a moment, looked at the old man, and asked, "The Reclining Buddha Temple is famous, and I think the old man's children should believe the words of the temple master."

"Of course. Who among us didn't grow up listening to the legend of the Reclining Buddha Temple? If the great masters of the temple speak, even the local thugs will obey their instructions."

"Then this matter is easy to handle. Tell the monks in the Reclining Buddha Temple about your concerns and ask them to act out a play with you, saying that you are worried about your children's future and have become sick from worry, and you need your children to pray for you."

"Isn't it a bad idea to let Dade lie with me?"

The old man hesitated, and Chu Tai took the opportunity to press on, "I won't hide it from you, old man. I know some medical skills, and I can see that you have some health problems. If you are worried about ruining the monk's practice, just tell him that you are not feeling well, and add a sentence or two in the middle, saying that you have been worried a lot recently, and that will be fine."

Upon hearing this, the old man muttered to himself thoughtfully: "This... this... is not good..."

Then he looked up and wanted to ask Chu Tai again, but found that he was walking very fast and had already walked up more than thirty steps. The old man had no choice but to continue walking up. He was about to shout, but he could no longer see Chu Tai.

"Amitabha, good! Good! If the donor is willing to help old donor Fei, why drag others into this?"

A handsome little monk suddenly appeared beside Chu Tai, standing in front of him with one hand and holding a rosary in the other, looking at Chu Tai with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"I am doing good deeds, but little monk, please don't make a mistake. This old man believes in your Reclining Buddha Temple, and the power of his vows and the money he offered to you also went into the temple. It can't be that the spirits in your mountain guide him to form a bond with me, and I have to help him solve all the problems."

Chu Tai glanced at the little monk, then looked at the bridge between the two mountains above, and said with a smile: "He solved a small puzzle for me, and I pointed out a feasible path for him. We don't owe each other anything, isn't that great?"

"As for the person who is responsible for solving the problem, since your Reclining Buddha Temple has been collecting incense money from him for so many years, it shouldn't be a problem for you to help him solve the problem. Or do you also know that their family's affairs are more troublesome and you don't want to get involved, so you want to find someone from outside to take the blame and test the waters for you?"

There was some sarcasm in Chu Tai's last sentence. The little monk waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he and others definitely did not have such an idea.

"Since you don't have such an idea, why don't you help out?"

Chu Tai pressed forward step by step. The little monk had no choice but to turn his head and look downwards. He stretched out his hand and pointed. Under the faint Buddha light, a few points of black air emerged from the old man's body, surrounded by the smell of copper.

"What the donor said before is correct. The problem of the old donor Fei's family is quite troublesome. Even I, the Reclining Buddha Temple, cannot intervene directly."

Chu Tai took a look at the black air and immediately understood why he was here.

"The power of the Dao Fruit of Qingli Wealth Immortal? His son made a fortune, or is he still relying on the power of Qingli Wealth Immortal? Is he still trading?"

(End of this chapter)