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Chapter 102 The Fate of the Demon
That night, there were constant sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling in the back mountain.

The young monk in the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Temple knelt in front of the Buddha in fear, chanting scriptures tremblingly.

A disheveled boy of about sixteen or seventeen sat cross-legged in the corner, a rosary hanging in his hand.

The wailing sounds from the back mountain did not affect his mood. His indifference was in stark contrast to the monks around him.

The old host, who was in his twilight years, walked into the hall and sighed:

"Let's all go."

After hearing this, the monks left their cushions and prepared to return to their rooms.

The old host said:

"Don't come back again."

The monks shuddered and understood something.

They walked up to the old host one by one, bowed respectfully, and then left in a hurry.

In the Nuo Hall, only Tan Xiang, the old abbot, and the young man were left.

The old abbot looked at the golden statues of Buddhas in the hall reluctantly and said:
"It's a pity for this century-old temple."

The boy spoke:

"Master, I can get those developers to give up the idea of ​​demolishing the Great Compassion Temple. You can still practice here."

The old host said faintly:

"It has nothing to do with them. This is destiny."

The boy was puzzled.

The old host said:

“When I first came to the Great Compassionate Monastery, I knew that the story of the Great Compassionate Monastery suppressing evil spirits was false.

What the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Temple suppresses is not evil spirits, but worldly desires.

Don't underestimate this small temple, it is indeed the first barrier to prevent chaos in the world.

The Great Mercy Temple will be demolished tomorrow. The world will be in chaos and the most horrific disaster will befall us.

Haha, I will never make a mistake in my calculations."

The boy was even more confused.

Is that some evil spirit that Master is talking about?

Although he was a lay disciple of Buddhism and a lay Buddhist who practiced Buddhism, he did not believe in the existence of gods, demons or monsters.

The old host opened his cloudy eyes and said solemnly:
"There is one thing I want to explain."

The boy put his hands together:

"Master, please speak."

The old host said:

“I was originally a barefoot ascetic monk. After finding out that the Great Compassionate Monastery was extraordinary, I vowed to stay here.

What about you? You are the rare ghost.

Guixiu is the beginning of disasters.

Because you have evil luck, if you don't practice asceticism in the temple, you will not live past the age of seventeen.

I have a long history with your parents and have a connection with you, so I accepted you into the temple."

The boy was silent.

Both his parents and his master said that he was destined to be a ghost, and that if he was not in the pure land of Buddhism, he would die before the age of seventeen.

If he lives past the age of seventeen, he must practice asceticism in a temple, otherwise he will become a demon that brings chaos to the world.

He scoffed at these things and resented his parents' superstition.

Fortunately, he was able to read the Buddhist scriptures, so he did not go crazy in the temple.

The old host sighed:

“I know you’ve been wronged.

But you have to believe that your parents are doing this for your own good and understand my good intentions.

Qilin, there are a few words you need to remember. "

The boy lowered his head:
"Master, please teach me."

The old host looked at him with a gloomy look:
"Tomorrow is your seventeenth birthday. You have passed the test of life and death. The next step depends on how you take the road.

Or you can go back to your parents, recite sutras and worship Buddha every day, and ignore what’s happening outside the window, and you can live a peaceful life for a hundred years.”

The boy lowered his head and said nothing.

Obviously tired of this kind of life.

The old host had helplessness on his face:

"If you must participate in the next dispute in the world, you must remember what your master is going to say next."

The young man said:
"Master, please speak." The old host sighed:

“Don’t kill people and do evil.

Don't make enemies with people whose names contain "Ming", "Yi", and "Fan".

besides......"

The old host suddenly widened his eyes and grabbed the boy's arm tightly:

"Never set foot in the South China Sea!"

The young man was stunned. It was the first time he saw his master like this. Although he was puzzled, he didn't say much and just replied perfunctorily:

"I understand, Master."

After the old host said this, he felt relieved and his whole body softened:

"Just remember it, just remember it.

Go and have some rest. You won’t be able to sleep tomorrow when the demolition team arrives.”

The boy stood up, walked to the door and looked back:
"What about you, Master?"

The old host put his hands together:
“It is my destiny to prevent that disaster.

Tomorrow I will fight to the death to stop the demolition team."

The boy frowned.

The master was so confused. It was obvious that he could save the Great Compassion Temple by just making a phone call, but the master wouldn't let him.

Since it's useless, why should he risk his old bones to argue with the demolition team tomorrow?
he asked:
"What exactly is that disaster? Is it really unstoppable?"

The old host closed his eyes:
"That is the will of heaven, the will of God. How can mortals like us go against their will?"

The boy didn't understand and didn't ask any more questions. Finally, he asked:
"Master, I still don't know your secular name after all these years together. I want to remember it."

The old host put his hands together:
"I almost forgot my name. I seem to remember that my last name is Mu and my given name is Bo Wen."

Mu Bowen.

The young man memorized the name and turned to leave the hall.

. . . . . .

The next day, outside the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Temple.

There are isolation belts all around, and several bulldozers and excavators are ready.

The workers were wearing winter clothes, holding hammers and shovels, waiting for orders from the foreman.

The old abbot, who was in his twilight years, stood guard in front of the temple gate with his eyes lowered and his hands clasped together.

The developer's boss is a nouveau riche wearing a mink coat and a gold chain.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and pointed at the Great Compassion and Great Mercy Temple and said:

"Will demolishing this temple really increase my longevity?"

A middle-aged man holding a compass pretended to count with his fingers, and then said:

"Of course you can. Just demolish this temple and give me 88,000 yuan, and I will transfer the power of the entire temple to you."

Although he is a liar, he knows the minds of these bosses very well.

Those bosses who burn incense, pray to Buddha, and seek fortune-telling are just seeking psychological comfort.

For example, this boss has contracted a project and wants to build a real estate here.

He was afraid that he would be punished for demolishing the temple.

After talking nonsense, the boss can carry out the project without fear and you can also make money. Isn't that the best of both worlds?

The old abbot chanted a Buddhist name:
"Amitabha!
The Great Compassion and Great Mercy Temple suppresses all the evil demons.

Demolishing the Great Mercy and Great Compassion Temple will not only fail to increase blessings for donors, but will also bring disaster to the world.

The donor will also die.

Please think twice!"

The boss hesitated and looked at the 'expert' beside him.

The middle-aged man holding the compass was angry. The old monk was cutting off his source of income!

He pointed at the old monk and cursed:
"Old bald donkey, stop being so feudal...

Hey, stop it!
You are stopping us because you are afraid that you will have no place to chant the sutras!

If this temple is demolished, I, the Taoist priest, will use mystical secret methods to extend Boss Zhou's life by twenty years!
Could you please not be so selfish?

Just for yourself and not considering others? ! "

After the middle-aged man finished cursing, he leaned close to the boss's ear and said:
"Do you believe there are demons?
If there were any demons, this old bald donkey would have run away long ago!

He is just too selfish and doesn't want you to be well.

I don't want you to get rich, but I curse you!"

(End of this chapter)