Live Beautification System

"If you don't have the delicacies of mountains and seas, you will have to find a simple meal for yourself." A leisurely voice sounded, and a lama in red robes walked down the stairs from a large courtyard.

This man looked to be about thirty years old, but his eyes were full of compassion.

Mai Wenjie seemed to know this person and said hello: "Miaoshan Khenpo."

Khenpo Miaoshan extended his hand and bowed to Mai Wenjie, saying: "Master Zhuliu, please invite Donor Dingmu to come in alone."

Ding Mu looked at Mai Wenjie and found that she nodded to him calmly, as if she had expected this, and followed Khenpo Miaoshan in.

As soon as you enter this courtyard, a sacred feeling arises spontaneously. Ding Mu couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't know if it was because of the smell from the butter lamp.

As soon as Ding Mu entered, he found a man and woman in their thirties walking out of the hall. They respectfully greeted Khenpo Miaoshan and went out happily.

When they reached the entrance of the hall, Miao Shan did not go in. Instead, he stretched out his hand to guide Ding Mu into the middle hall alone. Having already come this far, Ding Mu had no choice but to go inside.

This hall is very large, and there is a Buddha statue with a pointed hat enshrined outside. Ding Mu can't figure out which Buddha it is. Walking along the left side, there are thangkas hanging everywhere on the wall. Ding Mu didn't have time to look carefully, so he directly opened the door curtain and entered the back hall of the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, a deep and distant voice rang out: "Is that fake monk Yunliu your master?"

As soon as he said this, Ding Mu was stunned for a moment. He looked up and found a generous Buddha sitting on the futon of the soft couch. Sitting on the futon, he is taller than others, like a living Buddha.

Seeing that Ding Mu didn't answer, the Great Buddha laughed and said to Ding Mu, "Little baby, do you know who I am?"

Ding Mu was speechless for a while. Isn't this man some kind of guru? Why don't you have the demeanor of a big shot? You're still a baby, and your speaking skills are about the same as those of a butcher. It's ruining the sacred atmosphere here.

Just listen to this person continue to say: "I think back then, Yunliu had to call me senior brother. Monk Wuhua was also my master. Didn't you notice? We both have similar font sizes. My name is Zhuliu and his name is Yunliu. Only However, I did some ridiculous things back then, and the master couldn't bear it, so he had to expel me from the master's school. This is in line with the name Wuhua gave me back then, this one."

"Oh?" Ding Mu found that Zhuliu was very talkative and not at all aloof like a guru. He didn't say anything yet, he first explained his identity and background, and Ding Mu didn't have to hide his relationship with Yunliu, he said directly, "Master Yunliu accepts disciples on behalf of his master, he is my senior brother. However, he said that of our Wuhua Valley lineage, there are only two direct descendants, me and him, and he did not mention you."

The great lama sighed slightly: "Of course Yunliu will not mention me. I am an outcast disciple who was expelled from the master. Not long ago, he suddenly came over and asked me for some excellent tantric techniques, but the highest tantric techniques are all It was passed down by word of mouth, not recorded in writing. How could I make an exception? He must have felt very shameless. I thought he had accepted a disciple. Unexpectedly, he raised your seniority to a very high level. You are actually my equal. I Look at your Ten Thousand Flowers Divine Skill, which has reached the Three Flowers Gathering Summit, and it also has the foundation of my Tantra. By the way, I heard that you are in trouble and want my help? "

Listening to the words of the great lama Zhuliu, Ding Mu felt quite strange in his heart. This great lama is really strange. Except for the first sentence, it still has some style. It looks more and more like a Beijing movie, and it's confusing. He didn't even know what was going on, so Zhuliu said that he had something to ask him for help. He didn't ask him to come. I don't know what Mai Wenjie told him.

But having said that, Ding Mu didn't hesitate. He collected his thoughts for a moment and said to Zhuliu succinctly: "I did encounter something recently. My friend Wang Tianbao, a movie star, was murdered. He is now unconscious in the hospital. I am very sure that the instigators behind the murder were his agent and his wife. These two people committed adultery and transferred his property. The person who carried out the murder was a scumbag in the police force. In the process of investigating the murder, we happened to discover the illegal behavior of this scum of the police. Now this scum of the police has been killed. In the case of my friend, the chain of evidence has been broken. Now, the one who cuckolded him The woman is free from punishment and legitimately owns his billions of wealth. If my friend dies, she will still be the first heir to the property."

When Ding Mu was talking, Zhuliu kept nodding slightly. When Ding Mu finished speaking, Zhuliu spoke: "Oh."

Ding Mu waited for a long time for the next sentence, but found that Zhuliu had no intention of speaking again, so he couldn't help but said anxiously: "I say, senior brother. You have an idea."

Snapped.

Zhuliu's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at Ding Mu, revealing two rays of light that seemed to be real, which really startled Ding Mu.

"Hahahaha, you actually called me Senior Brother?" Zhuliu seemed to have heard something extremely funny and laughed out loud.

Now Ding Mu couldn't help but said angrily: "Hey, if you help me, I'll help you. If you don't, I won't help you. Why are you laughing at people like this?"

When Zhuliu heard Ding Mu's words, he laughed a few more times and then gradually stopped: "Okay, since you call me senior brother, I will give you a meeting gift."

After saying that, Zhuliu walked down from the couch, more than two meters tall. He took out a thick thread-bound book from the standing cabinet next to him and handed it to Ding Mu. Ding Mu took it with both hands and looked at it carefully. He found that there was a line of cursive characters written on the cover. Ding Mu didn't even know how many characters it was. It took him a long time to read and identify the four characters.

Ding Mu asked doubtfully: "What kind of notes are you sick about?"

"It's the Notes of a Crazy Monk." Zhuliu said angrily, "How come you, the direct descendant of Wuhua Valley, don't even know cursive script. Go back and study hard, don't lose the reputation of Wuhua sect."

With a shy look on his face, Ding Mu casually opened the notebook and found that it was written in small regular script, with meaningful and beautiful handwriting. It is written on the first page that Yu Naizhuiliu, an abandoned disciple in Wuhua Valley, traveled all over the world in his early years, sweeping through Japan and conquering Western Europe. Because of ridiculous things, he was expelled from the monk Wuhua and switched from Zen Buddhism to Tantric Buddhism...

As for the following content, it should be before this first page, and it is not written in one go, like a diary. But judging from the fonts, they are all written by Zhuliu. Moreover, there are wonderful paintings, which are lifelike, but the content... is restricted.

Zhuliu said: "Okay, you can go back and read the content. First, tell me about this incident you encountered. What do you want to do?"

"Of course..." Ding Mu was suddenly speechless. It seemed that this matter was really not that simple.

"Within seven days, you can do whatever you want. With your martial arts, no one in Dinghai City can stop you. Even if you kill people to vent your anger, it will be borne by me. You can go ahead and do it." After that, Zhuliu He took off a bracelet from his wrist and handed it to Ding Mu, "What you say is unfounded, take it as a letter."

Ding Mu knew at a glance that this bracelet was extraordinary. There was a Dzi bead on it, and the precious light flowing on it was extraordinary. You must know that the dzi beads that are sold in many auction houses nowadays are all fakes and fake goods. The real Dzi beads are made from meteorites from outer space, and it can be said that there are only a few of them. With this priceless Dzi Bead, even if you buy it, you can buy countless lives.

Seeing Zhuliu's attitude of seeing off guests, Ding Mu said goodbye and left the main hall where Zhuliu was. After leaving the house, he couldn't help but feel flustered. He never thought of killing someone to vent his anger. He just thought of eight words, that is: "Good deeds will be rewarded with good things, and evil deeds will be rewarded with evil consequences."

After walking out of the courtyard and going down the stairs, Khenpo Miaoshan was no longer nearby, but Mai Wenjie and Yu Zilan were still waiting at the door. Seeing Ding Mu come out, they both asked: "How is the situation?"

Ding Mu didn't expect the two people to speak so much at the same time. He was stunned for a moment, then he was happy, and then said: "It's nothing. He said, let me handle it by myself. I can handle it how I want. If anything happens, he will bear it and return it to me." He gave me a Dzi bead as a token."

"Awesome!" Mai Wenjie seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed, "What I am most worried about is that Master Zhuliu will do harm to you. If he stands with you, Dinghai City and even Tianhai Province, you can leave sideways."

Ding Mu said: "Well, let's find a place first and steal some vegetarian food. I'm so hungry that I'm panicking." Ding Mu interpreted his nervousness and panic as being hungry.

"Let's go and look around. Look at the yard where someone is cooking." Mai Wenjie was also a little hungry, so she took Ding Mu and walked into the temple complex. For the dignified police chief, it was a good idea to find a place. It shouldn't be difficult to get something to eat.

As they walked, Mai Wenjie introduced: "The small courtyard here is where young lamas practice. The lamas in Tianhai are different from the monks in the temple. The management is relatively lax. There are morning classes at 5:00 every morning, but You don’t have to cook, and no one will care if you don’t go. Also, here is not like the monk temple, where there are special fire master monks responsible for cooking. In principle, everyone has to cook their own meals. Unless you have money, you can hire servants.”

"Lama also has servants?" Ding Mu didn't know much about this aspect and asked like a novice.

Before Mai Wenjie could answer, Yu Zilan rushed to answer: "Of course, many living Buddhas are reincarnations and are great nobles. The emperors of the Qing Dynasty had titles, and they had a lot of land and industry under their names. They come to other places When practicing in the monastery, you can also give alms. Sometimes, one donation is 1 million."

"Hey, I realize you know so much." Ding Mu glanced at Yu Zilan again.

After receiving Ding Mu's heartfelt praise, Yu Zilan smiled like a flower and said proudly: "I am a reporter and have seen a lot of things. How can I do it if I don't have a wide range of knowledge?"

As they talked, Ding Mu and the others came to the door of another courtyard. Mai Wenjie said: "I see there is smoke from the kitchen here, so it must be a fire. Let's go get some food."

Ding Mu volunteered and walked forward. He found that the door was ajar, but he didn't push it open. He knocked on the door three times and shouted, "Is there anyone there? I came from the capital to visit Master Zhuliu." , is it convenient for me to pass by your place?"

Hearing what Ding Mu said, Yu Zilan laughed out loud and said in a strange voice: "Amitabha, the poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures! Can the donor do it for me?"

Mai Wenjie couldn't help but smile: "Monk Tang is asking for alms from the donor, and Brother Ding is asking for alms from the lama. It's different, but the same result."

Ding Mu turned around with a straight face, deliberately making a very dissatisfied expression. I'm so shameless, but you still make sarcastic remarks. I haven't eaten in the morning. You two are full but not hungry.

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