Chapter 323 The surface of the iron-like lake is calm and calm.
Nangong Baixing sat by the lake and occasionally sprinkled a handful of corn on the water surface not far away.
After sitting for a long time, not even a single bubble emerged around the buoy.
No matter how patient Nangong Baixing is, he can't help but feel a little irritated at this moment, and the number of strokes gradually increases.
But the fishhook was still empty, and the bait originally hung on it was gone.
"I asked, why are there no fish today? It turns out that a monk came, so didn't everything disappear?"
When Mokong heard this, he just smiled and said: "I thought only gamblers were afraid of seeing us bald donkeys. How come fishing also has this saying?"
"Of course, everything depends on one intention."
Nangong Baixing put the fishing rod aside, picked up the water bag with one hand and took a deep drink.
It contains cold jasmine tea, which is bitter and fragrant, with a sweet aftertaste.
Obviously he had no desire to share it with Mokong.
Mokong still smiled and sat down on a stone on the side, two bodies away from him.
"Master Heavenly Master, speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for a few years."
"Maybe for a few years."
Nangong Baixing glanced at him, "When I met with your abbot last time, there were so many people down there. I don't know if you were sitting there. There were so many people with bald heads that I couldn't recognize them clearly."
"Old Heavenly Master, you have a noble status, so of course a young monk like me cannot enter your Dharma eyes.
However, the young monk was lucky enough to witness the last discussion. "
"Sansheng is lucky?"
Nangong Baixing squeezed out a sneer from his nose, "Your abbot also told me this in private, but I just think it's ridiculous. What's there to argue between a Taoist priest and a monk?"
In fact, speaking of it, Nangong Baixing's last trip to Hongde Temple was just to return a favor.
Moreover, this was still owed by his master. Nangong Baixing went there to show the abbot a good face and look up to him. This would be considered as repaying the favor.
Being stepped on by Nangong Baixing like this, Mokong was not angry and just resigned himself to it.
After being a monk for so many years, whether it was on the surface or developed internally, he had developed a certain dull state of mind, and everything he looked at was calm and calm.
"Master Tian knows that while others have a leisurely time drinking tea, as for the young monk, he never goes to the Three Treasures Hall for anything.
This time I came, mainly because I ran into some troubles, and I didn’t know whether to take things seriously or not..."
Nangong Baixing suddenly raised his hand to stop Mo Kong's next sentence.
"Since you don't know whether to say it or not, then don't say it. Go back and think it over first, discuss it with others, and then come over and say what you want to say or mention.
After all, a prestigious sect like yours, Hongde Temple, a model of Buddhism, cannot say some things casually. "
Mo Kong was choked like this and could only smile helplessly.
Although Nangong Baixing seems to be just an old man who doesn't care about worldly affairs, even though he is indeed like this, he doesn't seem to care what the Maoshan Sect does.
But sometimes even the old monks from Hongde Temple who claimed to have been in meditation for many years could not withstand this man's words and courage.
When it comes to fighting, the three chiefs combined may not be enough for him to fight.
Knowing this, Mokong had no intention of asking for trouble. He just said: "Zhuokong, the chief of Bodhidharma Academy, was killed by thugs on the [-]th of this month. We all witnessed the murderer. He was a young man who used one-handed skills. Maoshan Taoism."
After speaking, he glanced at Nangong Baixing intentionally or unintentionally, who still looked calm.
It wasn't until he saw Mo Kong looking at him that Nangong Baixing reluctantly spoke.
"Why, you three chiefs combined didn't keep that person?"
"The little monk is incompetent, sin, sin..."
"It is indeed quite incompetent. If I take action..."
Nangong Baixing muttered, and then realized that he accidentally spit out the truth, and he cleared his throat.
"What a misfortune. I hope Taiyi Tianzun will guide me, White Crane will lead the way, and let Master Zhuokong..."
"Ahem, Heavenly Master, Master Zhuokong is a member of the Buddhist sect. There are Bodhisattvas who will lead you to the bliss of the Western Heaven, so I won't bother the Heavenly Lord."
Nangong Baixing glanced at him and said, neither salty nor cool: "Why, you're here to talk to me too?"
Mokong shook his head, and he didn't know when he had already held a string of rosary beads in his hand.
"The young monk is here because he wants to ask the Heavenly Master to answer his questions and give you some advice on some matters."
"I don't take it as advice. If you are interested, you can discuss it with each other."
"How dare the young monk sit down and discuss Tao with the Heavenly Master?"
Nangong Baixing did not answer, but folded his hands together and placed them on his abdomen, looking at him quietly, waiting for Mo Kong to speak.
Mokong cleared his throat again, and the sticky feeling caused by nervousness was slightly relieved at this time.
"It's like this. Our temple has strict rules, and the Heavenly Master must also know that.
In our temple, there are five precepts and ten good deeds. Hongde Temple has 36 major precepts and 72 minor precepts. If the monks in the temple violate it, they will face the wall and think about it for a small one, and they will be killed with a stick for a large one. There is no reason to forgive or protect. "
"Are you secretly saying that my Maoshan sect is protecting its disciples?"
Nangong Baixing glanced at him and said, "Don't tell me all those roundabout things. Do you know what our Maoshan Church will do if someone breaks the law?" "Young monk is willing to hear the details."
"Of course call the police!"
Nangong Baixing slapped his hands together and looked at the dazed Mo Kong.
"Do you like lynching so much? What era are you in? You must abide by the law in everything you do! Last year, the New Territories Police Department awarded me a Good Citizen Award.
Do you think this is still an era where you can just kill someone and forget about it if they are thrown on the road?I think you recite sutras too much. Please watch more news when you have time. "
Mo Kong coughed twice, with embarrassment visible to the naked eye on his face.
"We don't have to worry about the police in this matter. We know who the murderer is, so naturally we have to go find him and seek justice ourselves."
Nangong Baixing rolled his eyes.
"If you want to go, then go. We Maoshan Taoist priests don't like to stick together like you, so we beat the younger ones to the older ones.
Except for the usual time when we get together to subjugate demons, we all focus on our own business at other times. Even if some juniors are bullied, they come to me.
Not only would I not help him, I would also scold him for being incompetent.
You go and deal with whoever you want to deal with, and whoever wins or loses all depends on their own ability.
You come here to ask me now, do you want me to give you an explanation?As a Taoist priest, what should I tell you as a monk? "
"With the words of the Heavenly Master, it will come true!"
Mokong suddenly stood up.
He didn't look at Nangong Baixing either, but looked at the calm water.
His original plan for this trip was to be polite first and then to fight, and to inform Nangong Baixing first.
Since the other party has said that no matter what he does, he will not take action and let everyone rely on their own abilities and fate, that means that no matter what the outcome is, Nangong Baixing will not take action.
There are a lot of lies and empty words these days, but people like Nangong Baixing always say what they say.
As long as he doesn't go too far, Nangong Baixing will have no reason or excuse to take action.
Even if he wanted to take action, Mokong believed that Nangong Baixing alone would never be able to kill all the thousands of monks in Hongde Temple.
Nangong Baixing glanced at him, then picked up the fishing rod and threw the fishhook to the original nest.
“Now that you know that, don’t bother me fishing.
I couldn't catch it just now, partly because you came, and partly because the weather was sultry and the fish didn't open their mouths.
According to my analysis at this time, the sun is gradually going to set and it will get cooler soon. It is the time when the fish are eating. Don't disturb me fishing here. "
Mokong clasped his hands together and saluted him.
He thought he had obtained enough bargains and gained all his dignity. Even when he returned to Hongde Temple, those people had to express their admiration for him again respectfully.
But just as he was about to get up and leave, he suddenly remembered something, paused, and spoke again.
"I heard that the Qintian Prison intends to confer another Celestial Master, excluding the hereditary one from the Exorcist Ma family. In this case, there should be two Celestial Masters, right?"
Mokong blinked, waiting for Nangong Baixing's reaction intentionally or unintentionally.
But Nangong Baixing just raised his eyelids and didn't seem to take it seriously.
"Double Heavenly Master? Do you have to mention this to me when we are fishing?"
Mokong smiled and said, "I mean well, Heavenly Master, you also said that times have changed, so the monk reminds you to be careful.
Although if they don't have the Celestial Master's Order Sword, this canonization would be unjust and unjust, but these days, traditions and such are no longer important, don't you think so, Celestial Master? "
Nangong Baixing snorted coldly.
"Humph, what the court wants to do and what Qin Tian Jian wants to do is their business. They have no control over me, and I don't care about them.
If you have nothing else to say, go back quickly. Those female benefactors are asking for children, and you have to contribute. "
Mokong's face became extremely ugly, and the rosary beads in his hand immediately crackled, making a frightening sound.
Nangong Baixing ignored him and just hung the bait on the fishhook. His eyes only jumped back and forth between the fishhook and the water.
After a while, the sound disappeared. Mokong stood still, but beads of sweat appeared on his back, soaking the monk's clothes.
"Excuse me, little monk, I'll take my leave now."
Mokong glanced at the water for the last time, turned and left.
"This lake looks dead. I didn't expect that there is a dragon with scales hidden underneath. The golden scales are not a thing in the pond. They turn into dragons when encountering storms. Nangong Baixing, what on earth are you doing...cough , what tricks are you doing?"
Mo Kong left along the path. Nangong Baixing found it troublesome to even look at him, and just stared at the float on the water.
After a while, ripples appeared on the lake, and a strong force passed from the end of the fishhook to his hand, and Nangong Baixing drew the rod.
"Finally the fish is on."
Nangong Baixing pulled the fishing line, and at the end, there was a white fish hanging as wide as two fingers.
In this way, he finally put away his fishing rod with satisfaction and prepared to go back to rest.
"Go ahead and make a fuss, create a new world, stir up this dead world, and see who is the hero and who is the coward."
(End of this chapter)