A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 70 The Thin Monk
When Duan Rong walked out of the shabby tavern, he was already slightly tipsy, and a rich red glow appeared on his dark face.

Duan Rong walked unsteadily, preparing to go back to the dormitory to take a nap and sober up.

He had just walked to the door of Yuanshun Escort Agency when a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"But is it Master Duan?"

At this time, the afternoon sun was shining brightly. Duan Rong turned his head suddenly and was dazzled by the oncoming sun.

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes, vaguely seeing a tall and thin figure standing with his back to the light not far from the stone lions at the entrance of the escort agency!

Duan Rong walked down a few steps before he could see the man clearly. He was a monk wearing a yellow silk cassock, with a string of shiny prayer beads around his neck, nine burn marks on his bald head, and he was so skinny that his bones were visible.

Duan Rong was slightly startled, then he put his palms together and said politely, "I am Duan Rong. I wonder what the master wants to teach me?"

In his previous life, Duan Rong was very courteous to monks, Taoist priests and clergy, as the saying goes, there is a god above your head.

After my soul traveled through time and space, I became even more convinced of this.

Even time travel has happened. Who dares to say that the stories of gods and ghosts are not true?
When Duan Rong met the monk this time, he was even more pious than in his previous life.

Moreover, Duan Rong himself has a prejudice that the thinner the monk is, the more genuine a practitioner he is!
The monk in front of him was skinny and as thin as a ghost. It couldn't be more real! Therefore, Duan Rong's behavior became more respectful.

The thin monk immediately put his palms together and returned the greeting, saying with a smile: "How dare I ask for your advice? Our temple is asking for help from Donor Duan!"

"Oh?" Duan Rong showed an interested look.

The thin monk had a kind demeanor and a humble smile, and said, "The abbot of our temple has a senior brother who is now the abbot of Yongning Temple in Ruyang Prefecture. He was originally from our Kudu Temple and had a connection with the statue in our temple. Although he is far away in Ruyang, he recently had a dream from the statue in the temple. He woke up immediately and wrote a letter to ask for a true portrait of the statue in the temple. Fortunately, he found a craftsman in Yongning Temple to reshape a statue according to the painting!"

When Duan Rong heard this, he was delighted, as he thought that more business was coming to him.

What happened today? I am so lucky!
"I don't know the donor..."

"That's convenient!" Duan Rong interrupted the thin monk before he finished speaking.

The thin monk was slightly stunned, then he clasped his hands together respectfully and said, "You are a kind and humble donor. You are destined to be with me, Buddha!"

Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was wrong with the words.

The monk was flattering me like this, but it seemed like he was using me for nothing. So he smiled and said, "I will be at your service in all matters related to painting! But as for the money..."

Duan Rong said this with a look of embarrassment on his face...

"Ah, don't worry, donor. Our Kudu Temple is supported by sentient beings from all directions, and the incense is quite prosperous. The abbot has already arranged the reward for this time. I wonder what you think of the two hundred taels of silver?"

Duan Rong's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. It seems that the temples in this world are also places where wealth is gathered. Although they are not as good as the little god of wealth, two hundred taels is also a big deal! As expected, temples are still very profitable!
"Of course, of course!" Duan Rong asked with a smile, "Does your temple have any painting supplies? If not, I can bring my own!"

“All the necessary painting tools are available!”

"Then... Master, let's go now..." Duan Rong walked up to the thin monk enthusiastically, with a familiar air. Duan Rong took a few steps and realized that not far behind the thin monk, there was a carriage parked, and an old horse pulling the carriage was standing there quietly.

Duan Rong rolled his eyes. The presence of a carriage meant that the place was not close!

A monk is not a little god of wealth, and a carriage is not for show, it is purely a means of transportation.

Besides, what's the point of showing off this old horse and broken cart?

The original body did not respect ghosts and gods, and had no idea how many temples and nunneries there were in Xiangu County. In the inherited memories, there was almost no information in this regard!
"Master, may I ask where your temple is located?"

"Our temple is located at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, six or seven miles east of the county suburbs!" The thin monk said with a simple smile, "We can take this carriage to go there. Don't look at the old horse, it is very stable when pulling the carriage!"

Duan Rong smiled awkwardly and thought to himself: Well, this time the BMW has been changed into a broken car! Six or seven miles is not too far, two hundred taels of silver can make a trip!
Duan Rong got into the carriage and the thin monk drove the car.

The thin monk stood beside the horse, jumped back skillfully, and sat steadily on the front of the cart. Then he whipped the old horse's bony back with a loud whip. The old horse felt the pain and immediately ran away at full speed!
Duan Rong smiled slightly. This monk is quite good!

It was fine at the beginning. West Street was paved with bluestone slabs, the road surface was flat, and the journey was relatively smooth!
But, after leaving West Street, the carriage began to shake. After all, Duan Rong had some martial arts experience, so he was able to sit firmly!

However, once we left the county town and reached the dirt road in the suburbs, the car suddenly started to shake violently!
Sometimes it seemed as if the carriage passed over a pothole and Duan Rong's butt was shaken off the seat!

If he hadn't mastered the martial arts and the Cloud Snake Step, his butt would probably be broken into pieces by now...

About half an incense stick later, Duan Rong could no longer bear the shaking of the carriage. If it continued, he would vomit.

Duan Rong simply stopped sitting and stood up, and started practicing Hunyuan Zhuang Gong directly in the carriage!
Duan Rong's standing meditation had already been well-developed, and with the addition of the footwork and body movements of the Cloud Snake Step, as soon as Duan Rong stood in the carriage, his feet seemed to have taken root, sticking firmly to the floor of the carriage.

No matter how you sway left or right, I will remain unmoved!
In this way, the original feeling of dizziness and shaking disappeared, and Duan Rong actually stood there, closing his eyes and circulating his internal energy!
The thin monk drove in a rather violent way, at a very high speed. After about two incense sticks' time, a "whoosh" was heard, and the thin monk pulled the reins violently.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Duan Rong leaned back, but his mind was clear, and the muscles in his legs moved with the changes in external force, and his body stood there steadily!

Duan Rong opened his eyes, jumped out of the car, and said, "Master, are we here yet?"

The thin monk was slightly stunned when he saw Duan Rong looked normal with a faint smile on his face. He thought: The journey was so bumpy, how come he seems fine?
The thin monk just thought about it and said with a smile: "Donor, we have arrived. That is our temple!"

Duan Rong followed the thin monk's gaze and saw a rather majestic temple faintly visible among the mountains, rocks and trees.

But Duan Rong still felt a little strange. The thin monk said that the Kudu Temple was very popular, but at this moment it was quite desolate. There was no Buddhist chanting coming from the temple, and there was not a single pilgrim to be seen nearby.

Duan Rong looked up at the sun above his head and thought to himself, "Maybe there are fewer people in the afternoon..."

"Donor, please follow me!"

The thin monk tied the reins of the carriage to the trunk of a birch tree, and then led Duan Rong along a mountain road towards the temple!

The two of them walked along the mountain road one after the other, and after going around a large white rock, they suddenly stood on the platform outside the temple gate.

(End of this chapter)