Sitting in the car, Du Kang had yet to recover from the shock just now. He still could not understand why Shi Yong Kong, the great monk, would burn away all his cultivation in this life just to save Weiwei, a complete stranger, and even more at the same time.
According to Weiwei, Shi Yongkong was an eminent monk who had cultivated for nine lives. As long as he didn't do evil things in this life, he would be able to achieve Buddhahood, jump out of Samsara, no longer suffer the suffering of the mortal world, and ascend to the Western Paradise. But now, he burned all his cultivation in his ninth life, which meant that all his previous efforts were wasted and he had to start all over again.
"Sister Chu, I still don't understand why the monk did this.
Do you think he owed you something in his previous life? "
Du Kang tilted his head and looked at Weiwei, who was driving. He found that Weiwei was steering with one hand and talking on the phone at the same time.
Weiwei called Jiao Zhitong. Because the water corpse and the malicious ghost had been killed, there was no source of resentment. The Yang Qi of hundreds of living people connected with each other, and soon the resentment evaporated. Everyone woke up naturally. On the other side of the phone, Jiao Zhitong was rubbing his aching head.
On the other side of the phone, Jiao Zhitong was rubbing his aching head, feeling as if someone had cut his head with a knife. Hearing Weiwei say that the matter of Yuebanwan had been solved, he was naturally very happy. He stood up with the help of Yang Kangle, stretched his limbs and said, "Don't worry, the money will definitely be transferred to your account immediately. Ah, you said that the aftermath is easy. You don't have to worry about the explosion of the underground gas pipeline or the explosion caused by the traffic accident. Anyway, you don't have to worry about it. I am an expert in this kind of thing.
Hanging up the phone, Weiwei rolled her eyes at Du Kang and said, "I don't know what you are thinking after so many years of worshiping Bodhisattva. You don't even know what Buddhism pursues. Haven't you heard of the saying 'I don't go to hell'?"
"If I don't go to hell, whoever wants to go to hell can go to hell." Du Kang suddenly thought of a very classic old joke.
"Bullshit, if I don't go to hell, who will?
It's because of your twisted values that society is in such a foul state right now. "
"Stop, stop, stop." Hearing Weiwei's words, Du Kang couldn't bear to listen to it anymore. He argued, "Sister Chu, what do you mean by our kind? It's obviously those on the Internet, okay? Besides, it's not unreasonable. I think it's quite right."
"Right?
Right my a * s! "
Weiwei slammed on the brakes, and Du Kang almost hit his head on the windshield. Weiwei sat sideways, looked at Du Kang, and said seriously, "Xiao Pang, you have to know that if everyone thinks like you, the world will be finished. Let alone others, why did the monk save us just now? Wasn't it because he said 'if I don't go to hell, who will?'"
"Sacrificing oneself for others, saving all living beings from suffering. Do you think it's just for show?
If you hold this kind of thinking, even if you recite scriptures and kowtow for a lifetime, it will be in vain, because you have no fate with Tao. "
"But …" Du Kang wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and stopped on second thought. He swallowed the words back.
"Just say what you want to say. Don't be so wishy-washy."
"Sister Chu, look at those monks and old Taoists in the temple. They are all certified monks, but they are also thinking about getting rich and women every day. All of them drive luxury cars, date young models, and have sauna drinks. All they think about is that if I don't go to hell, who else will?" Chu Yunsheng said with a smile on his face.
Du Kang pursed his lips and said what he had been holding in his heart for a long time. Ever since Weiwei said that she was going to the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, he had wanted to say it, but he did not know how to say it.
"You call the people you saw monks?
Bullsh * t!
They're just workers dressed in monk robes and Taoist robes. The monks I'm talking about are real monks. They have no desires, and they're nothing. What's more, we're going to the real Shaolin Temple's headquarters, not some national AAA scenic spot. "
Weiwei started the car again. After about ten minutes, the car slowly stopped in front of the convenience store.
Weiwei and Du Kang just got out of the car and found Lao Wang hanging in the middle of the lobby with his arms tied with a jump rope. His head was drooping, and his clothes were stained with a lot of light green ghost blood. He seemed to be injured.
"What's going on?"
Du Kang held the Buddha's hand horizontally, and Weiwei followed behind with the first aid kit. Her little nose twitched as she sniffed the ghost aura in the air, but there was no other ghost aura except the one emitted by Lao Wang. "This ghost is not ordinary. How can it become invisible in front of me?"
"Hey, Lao Wang, wake up. Are you okay?"
Du Kang carefully moved below Lao Wang step by step. He looked around and didn't find any ambush, then reached out and untied Lao Wang.
"Hey, wake up, wake up!"
Du Kang called Lao Wang's name, but he didn't wake up. Weiwei came over and took a look. "Xiao Pang, stop shaking. Lao Wang's soul has been sealed. He won't feel it even if you beat him, let alone shout. Cang Jin, come out. I know it's you."
"Hahaha, Chu Weiwei, you're still so smart. You guessed it right away. It's really annoying. I wanted to see your annoyed face after you couldn't figure it out."
As they spoke, the small door in the corner was pushed open. Tian Cun leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked at Weiwei with interest, then his eyes fell on Du Kang. He waved his little hand. "Hello, little brother. We meet again. Did you miss me?"
"Who the hell is this Cang Jin?
Why do I feel like she's a female gangster? "Du Kang whispered in Weiwei's ear.
Weiwei almost peed her pants when she heard it. She gave Du Kang a thumbs up and nodded in agreement. "Xiao Pang, your summary is quite incisive."
"Hey, hey, what are you two whispering about over there?"
Cang Jin was very unhappy. These two guys were showing off their affection in front of her. They simply didn't take her, a single dog, seriously.
"Haha, nothing, nothing. I just feel that, well … it feels good to be praised as smart by you."
Weiwei looked Cang Jin up and down and finally stared at her tightly clenched right fist. "Cang Jin, we're old friends after all. For my sake, shouldn't you let Lao Wang go?"
"Lao Wang dares to block me from coming in. This is just a warning to him. It won't be so easy next time," Cang Jin said and threw her right fist at Lao Wang's face. A stream of white smoke went into Lao Wang's body through the seven apertures of Lao Wang.
Lao Wang sneezed and turned over to get up from the ground. At a glance, he saw Weiwei beside him. He hugged Weiwei's thigh at once and pointed at Cang Jin with trembling fingers. He cried with snot and tears, "Sister Chu, it's her. She bullied me."
Seeing Lao Wang's shameless behavior of hugging thigh and snitching, even Du Kang, who was watching at the side, wanted to ask Lao Wang, where is your moral integrity?
And he silently expressed his envy for Lao Wang at this moment.
"What did you say!" Cang Jin roared.
"Get out of here!"
Almost at the same time, Weiwei kicked Lao Wang and sent him flying horizontally. He crashed magnificently against the wall, and it felt as if his entire body was stuck to the wall. He only slowly slid down after a long time.