The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 441: Buddhism and Taoism, those who can purify evil spirits are experts - who can do it?
"The power to purify this ship is beyond my ability."

Naturally, the first person Shen Le asked for advice was his breeder, no, his personal chef, the proprietress of Tianxianglou.

The proprietress walked from the bow to the stern, then from the stern to the bow, and then walked back and forth in the cargo hold, shaking her head helplessly:

"Flowers, plants and trees have natural purification power, but this power takes effect very slowly and has its limits. If there are only one or two wronged ghosts, after a year of growth in the tree, the purification can be almost completed, but..."

But the dark power in the boat was too strong. Even if she and her flower fairies tried their best, they could not purify it, and would be contaminated by the plague in the wooden boat.

Unless there were hundreds or thousands of flower fairies with cultivation levels like her, or even better, elves with naturally yang attributes like the peach tree fairy, and placed the wooden boat in the forest, it would be possible to accomplish the task.

"You are more knowledgeable than I am. Do you have any suggestions for this situation?"

Shen Lecheng asked sincerely. The proprietress pondered for a while, then turned and pointed outside the factory door:
"Humans are better at this kind of work. Otherwise, why don't you ask the Yuantong Zen Temple across the street?"

"The temple?"

Shen Le's cheek twisted.

He would never forget that when he needed protection the most, when he was very weak and had no means, and when the wolf demon was about to rob him, he wanted to go to Yuantong Zen Temple to seek a method for early warning;

And that temple offered an outrageous price for the only bracelet that could be considered a magical instrument:
Five million is not considered "destined" or "able to leave"...

"Is this temple really reliable? I mean, is this temple really effective?"

"Oh, you haven't been to the temple for a long time." The proprietress smiled slightly, and instantly, a warm fragrance spread out, like a hundred flowers blooming:

"Last year - it should be last year, not long after you killed Shan Jun, a new Zen master came to Yuantong Zen Temple and stayed in the temple. That Zen master is really capable. Why don't you go and talk to him?"

New here?
Why did you suddenly think of bringing in new people?

It's not for me, is it?

Was it to guard against me, or to rescue me? Or was it to strengthen the power of Buddhism in Zhuxi Town, so as to prevent the right to speak from being taken away by others?

Shen Le thought about it seven or eight times, but he couldn't come up with a solution. However, he and the boss lady always got along well, so he was willing to listen to her suggestions.

Shen Lecheng asked sincerely:
"The person you recommended must be reliable. What is the Zen master's Dharma name? What is his status in the temple? Will I be able to find him if I go to the temple now?"

"Oh, his Buddhist name is Nengqian. He is not the abbot, but just a monk in the temple. On a daily basis... he is not necessarily in the temple. He often walks around the streets and alleys in Zhuxi Town."

The proprietress recalled Master Nengqian's daily life and gave careful advice:

"However, he is popular and has good relationships with everyone in the temple. If you can't find him, tell the gatekeeper monk and make an appointment. You will definitely find him the next day."

It sounds like it's not hard to find. Shen Le accepted the proprietress's advice and strolled into Yuantong Zen Temple opposite Tianxiang Tower.

Look left and right, go into the temples where people are staying and also look around in the temples where no one is.

I walked around with my spiritual eyes open all the way, but I didn't see any monks who were practicing.

I walked all the way to the back of the Sutra Repository, and then I saw a little monk squatting on the ground, holding a small shovel and digging the soil in the open space.

Next to the little monk, a little girl of about five or six was crying with tears and snot running down her face:
"Wuwuwuwu... Is Xiao Huang really dead... Brother, can you save Xiao Huang..."

"Amitabha, little sister, Xiao Huang is not dead, it just went to the cat planet."

The little monk dug until he was sweating all over, and finally dug a hole half a foot long and a palm deep. He put down the shovel and touched a kitten lying next to him:
"Just think about it, you have your parents by your side, you have food to eat when you're hungry, you have warm new clothes to wear when you're cold, and you have a house that's windproof and rainproof to live in when it's windy and rainy. Xiao Huang also wants to live like this, right?"

"right……"

"But Xiao Huang has no mother to feed him, no father to make clothes for him, no warm house of his own, and no children to play with him..."

"So, are all these available on Meow Planet?"

"Yes, there is everything on Meow Planet. Xiao Huang will not be hungry, will not be cold, will not be bullied by big cats and dogs, and will grow up safely and happily..."

The little girl's tears slowly stopped. The little monk put down his shovel, squatted down in the flower bed, and carefully picked out the stones:
"Come, let's make a tomb for it so that it can sleep comfortably and go to the planet of cats comfortably... What do you think of this stone? It's flat, smooth, and very smooth..."

The little girl's attention was drawn to him and she followed the little monk in picking out stones one by one.

He paved the ground with large pebbles and filled the gaps with small stones. He also picked some flexible leaves and made a soft and peaceful mattress, and then placed the dead kitten in the grave.

The monk covered the kitten with leaves to hide its head, face and body, and then he shoveled soil over it, letting the kitten sleep quietly under the soil.
"Okay, Xiao Huang has fallen asleep. He will be happy on Meow Planet. It's so late, why don't you go home too? If your parents can't find you and get anxious and worried, the kitten will also be sad on Meow Planet..."

The monk coaxed the little girl softly, sent her out of the temple, held her hand and walked across the street, watching her leave.

Shen Le followed behind them at a distance, watching their interaction. The little monk waited until the girl disappeared before turning to face Shen Le, clasping his hands in front of his chest and bowing with a smile:
"Amitabha. This donor has been following us all the time. Does he have any advice for us?"

"I don't dare to teach you, but I have a question that I want to ask the master." Shen Le stepped forward with a smile:
"Didn't you recite the mantra for the kitten just now?"

"It's not too late for me to recite it now." The little monk smiled and looked back at the end of the street, the direction where the little girl disappeared:
"She is a minor, and according to state law, it is not allowed to preach to minors."

"What?"

Shen Le never expected this to be the reason. You are a monk!

It’s a monk!

We are already in the temple, and you are not chanting sutras. Are you still worried about not preaching to minors?
"If she came in to watch while we were reciting sutras in the sutra hall, we certainly would not stop reciting sutras for her."

The little monk smiled and explained as a matter of course:
"But now, her favorite cat has died, and she needs psychological comfort... She is still young and hasn't formed the right values. At this time, I should try not to chant sutras for the kitten in front of her, so as not to leave too deep an impression on her."

Shen Le took a deep breath. He imitated the little monk and clasped his hands together in a salute:
"Thank you for your advice. My name is Shen Le. May I ask your Dharma name?"

"It turns out to be Donor Shen." The little monk's smile deepened, as if saying "Ah, it's you, I know you."

He put his palms together in front of his chest and performed a Buddhist salute:
"I am a humble monk. I would like to ask you, what advice do you have for me?"

Half an hour later, the two were already sitting face to face in the factory building behind Tianxiang Building. Nengqian's fresh baby face was full of seriousness. He twisted a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads in his right hand and chanted the Buddha's name continuously:
“Amitabha… Amitabha…” “How?”

Shen Le told Neng Qian everything he knew (limited to the fact that the paper man would turn around and stare at him, that the paper man would emit black air, that the paper man would scream, and the age and sinking location that he had verified on the wooden boat), and looked at Neng Qian eagerly.

Neng Qian's face was solemn and compassionate. He lowered his head and silently recited scriptures. Then he stood up and walked to the boat, walked around inside and outside. Then he took off his Buddhist beads, put them on a paper figurine's hand, and whispered scriptures in front of it.

After reciting the scriptures for a quarter of an hour, there was a sudden "bang" and the string holding the Buddhist beads broke into pieces, and the beads were scattered all over the floor.

Shen Le quickly bent down to pick them up. When he picked up one, the Buddhist bead had lost its luster. When he picked up another one, it was black ash in his hand, as if it had been burnt.

Neng Qian sighed and reached out to stop him:

"Donor Shen, there is no need to pick up any more. This wooden boat is filled with resentment, and I am not a good monk with such a shallow cultivation level that I cannot finish it all in one go. I will chant sutras for them here. Donor Shen, please ask around and ask for more help from experts."

Before he finished speaking, Neng Qian had already sat down cross-legged on the ground, twirling the Buddhist beads in his right hand, with his eyes lowered, and chanting scriptures softly.

Shen Le bowed slightly to him and walked out of the factory quickly. As he walked, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to the boss lady:

"Madam, please prepare a vegetarian meal. I want to entertain Master Nengqian!"

"No need!" Nengqian raised his voice and shouted from behind:
"I don't eat after noon! Thank you for your kindness, but I really don't need the vegetarian food!"

...What kind of a hearing aid is this!

I'm almost at the back door of Tianxiang Tower, how can you hear this?

Shen Le had to turn back and assure Nengqian that he would not order dinner for him, then he flipped through his phone's address book, trying to find a monk he knew.

After searching for a long time, they found the old monk who had been guarding the border and using a bowl to prevent the poison from spreading when he went abroad to rescue Lao You.

When I called, the old monk expressed his goodwill readily:

"That little Arhat Nengqian said he couldn't handle it? Then I have to come and take a look. - Please wait a moment, I need to hand over to the local monks, so I'll send my junior brother to take a look first!"

The old monk's influence was off the charts. Early the next morning, at daybreak, a middle-aged monk came to the factory gate after asking around.

Shen Le was still sleeping with the quilt in his arms when he was suddenly notified that a guest had arrived. He rushed out with dishevelled hair and a dirty face.

Rushing to the factory door, I saw the middle-aged monk outside the factory and the young monk Nengqian inside, chanting sutras behind a door. Neither of them was going to leave, and neither was going to come in...

Shen Le respectfully invited the middle-aged monk in. After they exchanged names, they learned that this monk's Dharma name was Renhuai, and his senior monk, the old monk Boyu, was named Renlun.

The two monks, one sitting at the bow and the other at the stern, recited scriptures together for a whole day and came to the conclusion:
"To liberate the souls on this ship, we would probably need monks like us to gather 49 people and chant for three years..."

Shen Le didn't know whether he could find 749 monks of this level of cultivation even if he searched the entire country.

However, chanting sutras for three years is definitely impossible. The Special Affairs Bureau is hiring people everywhere and it is impossible to keep so many people here.

Shen Le had no choice but to call the old monk Bo Yu's partner, Taoist Qingyue, who flew thousands of miles to take people's heads:

"Can you please take a look? ... The Buddhist method of salvation is not very efficient. I think this ritual of summoning gods is from Taoism. Maybe Taoism has a solution..."

"Oh, then I'll take a look." Taoist Qingyue agreed generously. Shen Le was delighted:
"You're flying your sword over here?"

"Plane!——What are you thinking!!!"

"Uh……"

Whether it was a flying sword or an airplane, in short, Taoist Qingyue had traveled a long way from Emei to Zhuxi Town. He looked at the condition of the wooden boat inside and out and immediately shook his head:

"This... the plague god and ghost invited to this wooden boat, according to the names on the lanterns and flags, and your description, should be the 'Ceremony of the God of Heaven Sending the Plague Away the Boat'. This ceremony is very troublesome..."

"What's the trouble?"

Shen Le asked with a worried look on his face. The old Taoist twisted his beard, frowned and sighed:
"We no longer perform this ceremony in recent years, but there are still variations along the coast of Zhejiang and Fujian. Generally speaking, this is held once a year, with a parade within a hundred miles of the surrounding area, summoning the 'good brothers' to board the ship and sending them back to the sea. This time..."

He shook his head and didn't want to say anything more. But Shen Le already understood:

This time, firstly, the scope of the call was wide, and conservatively estimated, the entire Nanchang Prefecture was called;
Second, the number of people summoned was large. The victims of several large-scale plagues and a large-scale military disaster far exceeded the scale of the annual ship-sending ceremony.

Third, this wooden boat has been here for too long...

Can the power of an active volcano that erupts every year be compared to that of an active volcano that hasn't erupted for three hundred years?

"What's the solution?"

He asked sincerely. Taoist Qingyue shook his head:

"The sword immortals of my sect always kill things like this with one sword. Forget it, I'll ask a few people from Maoshan Sect and Longhu Sect for you, maybe they have a way? I'm going to be busy, the whereabouts of that flying sword has not been found yet..."

"What flying sword?"

Shen Le's heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a guilty conscience. Taoist Qingyue glanced at him with a half-smile:
"It's the one released in the Golden Triangle Secret Realm... Are you interested?"

"no!"

Shen Le shook his head vigorously. After a pause, he asked carefully:

"Well... if we find this flying sword, it will be ours? Will other countries protest?"

"What are they protesting about?" Taoist Qingyue waved his hand in a domineering manner. He turned his head to look south, then to the west, raised his head and sneered:

"Don't mention that this flying sword fell into our territory. It was originally ours. Even if it didn't fall into our territory, who else in the surrounding countries could have a flying sword, a fairy weapon, except our country?"

"This flying sword is destined to be with our country!"

(End of this chapter)