Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 12: Western Tibetan Buddhist Monks
When the monk walked out of the gate and saw the Buddha statue, his expression changed slightly.
'It's bitter.'
He sighed inwardly, 'I just drank a little too much at the time, how could I make such an unreasonable bet? Drinking really messed up things, messed up things. However, I didn't expect that such a small place would have such a Buddha statue...'
Seven or eight guards over there had already rushed forward, some hanging ropes hanging ropes, some inserting poles inserting poles, all eight of them worked together, and two people in front untied the mule cart, making the cart tilt, and only then were they able to move the three thousand jin bronze Buddha statue to the ground.
Master Wang looked at the uncertain face of the monk and felt even more proud. He was sure of victory and said, "Eight people can barely move it. Monk, listen carefully. As long as you can lift it three inches into the air and move it one inch, I will lose the bet."
"Hmph, it's just three thousand pounds, what's the big deal?" The monk snorted coldly and strode over.
Although the eight people had only moved the Buddha statue slightly, their backs and waists were already sore from the pressure of the pole, and they were still surrounding the Buddha statue, pounding their shoulders and twisting their waists.
The monk walked very fast, and the others didn't have time to avoid him. Suddenly, their eyes blurred, and they felt as if their shoulders were clamped by an iron clamp. They were lifted into the air and fell out.
When Master Wang saw the monk move his hands and feet, he threw eight tall and strong guards to the side of the street. They covered their buttocks and cried out in pain. They were shocked and realized that the monk was less than two steps away from them. He shouted, "You, what do you want to do?"
Although he was questioning, he was hesitant and shrank back into the crowd of guards behind him, which immediately showed that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
The monk glanced at him with disdain and walked around the Maitreya Buddha statue.
Maitreya lies on the ground, with his right elbow supporting the ground, his right palm supporting his head, and his left arm arched and placed at his waist.
"Three thousand pounds, three inches in the air, one inch in movement, it may not be impossible to give it a try." The monk calculated silently in his mind, the breathing rhythm between mouth and nose changed, the internal force was poured into the waist and arms, the palms of his hands turned red, and there was a faint heat rising from the fingers.
He bent down, put one hand through the left arm of Maitreya Buddha, and with the other hand supported Maitreya Buddha's head and lifted it up.
"Hey!"
When he exhaled and spoke, the dust on the ground two feet away was blown away, and Maitreya Buddha shook violently, as if he was actually lifted up a little.
Master Wang was so shocked that his eyes were gaping in astonishment. The guards were all so thirsty that their mouths were dry. Even those who were thrown out forgot the burning pain on their buttocks.
However, Master Wang was well-informed after all, and he was still thinking about his bet. As a businessman, if he dared to go to Shaolin and curse those three words, his life and property might not be safe. Even if the Shaolin people did not take action, some lay disciples would not be stingy.
At this time, Master Wang no longer cared about his dignity and fell to the ground, looking at the Maitreya Buddha statue. After one look, he slapped his palm on the ground and said happily: "Not three inches, not three inches, you don't even have an inch."
In fact, there were people looking in from inside the doors and windows of the restaurants and shops on this street. After hearing what Master Wang said, they all booed in disappointment.
Some people also saw that the ascetic made the Buddha statue shake violently just now, and they admired his great strength and couldn't help but encourage him.
The monk's face turned red, and the base of the Maitreya Buddha statue made a rough and low friction sound against the stone bricks, and gradually lifted off the ground again.
Master Wang stared nervously at the tiny gap between the Buddha statue and the ground, and shouted, "Not three inches, not three inches, I can't lift it up."
At this time, the monk really did not have the strength to move the Buddha statue, but when he heard what Master Wang said, a surge of anger rushed to his forehead, his face turned red as blood, and he stared at him with a fierce look in his eyes.
Suddenly, a young man's voice came from beside the monk.
"That's a good skill, let's put it down for now."
The monk felt a palm lifting his elbow, and the hand that was holding Maitreya Buddha's head seemed to be wrapped by a great force and pushed out.
Boom! !
The Buddha statue weighing more than 3,000 kilograms fell to the ground again , and the stone bricks on the street burst and sank. A small piece of debris hit Master Wang in the face, making him scream and jump up.
A young man in plain black clothes stood beside the monk and said with a smile, "Although it didn't jump three inches, it moved more than five inches . Let's call it a draw so that everyone doesn't have to hurt the harmony."
Master Wang covered his face with his hands, still somewhat dissatisfied. However, when he saw the Buddha statue move nearly a foot away, he thought of the monk's divine power just now, and his throat tightened. He nodded and said, "Okay, okay. Let's just forget it. I won't bother you, and you guys don't bother me in the future."
Having said that, Mr. Wang turned around and left in such a hurry that he didn't even care about the Buddha statue. The guards had no choice but to go and load the statue onto the cart and drag it away themselves.
The monk looked at Master Wang's back, which seemed to be fleeing in panic, but he was not very happy. He clasped his fists to the young man next to him and said, "Brother, I, the Golden Monk, appreciate your kindness."
"Master, don't say that. You already have this much strength, but you forgot about it because of their noise." The young man also clasped his fists and bowed, "Yunhan is down below."
The golden monk shook his head: "Anyway, Brother Fang has done you a great favor. Come, I'll buy you a drink."
Fang Yunhan smiled and said, "No need."
The golden monk immediately frowned and said, "Why, Brother Fang, do you think that since I am a monk and I want to eat meat and drink wine, I am a person of low character and not worthy of making friends with me?"
"Character and discipline are not the same word, so why confuse them?" Fang Yunhan said naturally, "It's just that I'm not good at drinking, and I'm afraid of ruining the master's mood."
"Hahaha, few men at the drinking table actually drink. They just chat about all sorts of things."
The Golden Monk took Fang Yunhan back to the inn, and asked the waiter to serve wine and food while saying with a smile, "Brother, you are young, but your skills are profound, which is amazing. But after all, I am a few years older than you, and I have some good stories in my head, which are just right for drinking with."
The Golden Monk was a talkative person. Fang Yunhan had originally planned to wait here for a long time before setting off, but after listening to the Golden Monk's story, he became interested in talking. After a few drinks, he asked, "Master, I heard that the bet between you and Mr. Wang seemed to be caused by some old grudges with Shaolin?"
"I guess so." The Golden Monk said, "I grew up in Xifan and inherited the Nyingma martial arts. During the Northern Song Dynasty, a master in the sect admired the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills and came to the Central Plains but was defeated. Since then, martial artists who have inherited the sect from generation to generation have always worked hard to hone their martial arts, hoping to go to Shaolin to avenge their previous defeat."
"But that ancestor was defeated back then. At least one's martial arts skills must be trained to the level of that ancestor before one can go to the Central Plains. So for all these years, I am the only one who has come here."
The Golden Monk took a sip of wine, his expression became a little complicated, and he spoke much slower, word by word, "Unfortunately, when I arrived in the Central Plains, I met a strange man, and was defeated three times in a row, and I didn't even see the threshold of Shaolin. I wasted ten years, thinking about the lessons of my master, and I couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards the Shaolin I had never met. Ha, think about it carefully, they are also quite wronged."
"So that's what happened." Fang Yunhan nodded, and seeing that it was getting dark outside, he estimated that he had enough time to wait, so he had to hurry up, so he stood up and said goodbye to the Golden Tou Tuo, "Master, we hit it off right away, but unfortunately I have something urgent to attend to, so I'm leaving first, and we'll meet again if we're lucky."
Just as the Golden Asura was about to say something, a pure blue falcon suddenly flew in from the window.
The eagle's feathers were pure blue, which was rare. This eagle had a small bamboo tube tied to its feet. Once it landed on the table in front of the golden monk, it lay motionless.
Fang Yunhan was somewhat curious about the eagle. He took a closer look and saw that the Golden Monk unreservedly took off the small bamboo tube and took out the wax ball inside. He asked, "Master, this eagle is really majestic, but I heard that even if a messenger bird has been trained for a long time, it will only deliver letters to a fixed location. If the building is empty, the letter will have to be delivered to the empty building. Master, you should not have lived here all the time. How did this eagle find the place so accurately?"
The young man bowed his hands to show his courtesy. The Golden Monk smiled and said, "It's not a secret. These falcons were tamed by an old friend of mine using a secret method . They are extremely sensitive to a certain smell. I carry a scent bag with me. As long as the falcons fly within ten miles, they will follow the scent to find me."
While speaking, the golden monk crushed the wax ball, took out the note inside, took just a glance, and then gradually became stiff when he looked at Fang Yunhan's smiling face.
Fang Yunhan's smile gradually faded, he lowered his hands, and his eyes were clear.
He saw a line of words from the ink on the back of the note, but because it was written backwards, he could only recognize three particularly familiar words.
That is his name—Fang Yunhan.
