sinovels Chapter 45 Trouble
Chapter 45 Trouble
While Song Quyou and Su Tang were talking, Miss Jing had already gotten up and prepared a side room.
"Sister Su, you must be tired from your journey. Go and rest. I've already prepared the room."
Su Tang didn't stand on ceremony and waved to Song Quyou, saying, "Senior Sister, go and rest. If anyone brings you anything, Junior Brother can have them put it down and leave."
As she spoke, Su Tang yawned, got up, and went into the side room.
Song Quyou sat in the courtyard, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of his sword. His mind kept replaying Su Tang's words: "In the name of confiscating property, we will completely eradicate that den of demons."
I only knew that my senior sister's family had some influence in the Jiangnan region, but I didn't expect her to talk about it so casually, as if she could solve the problem herself in the blink of an eye.
Song Quyou stopped thinking about it. He had known his senior sister for so long and had never seen her boast.
Miss Jing peeked out from the kitchen and asked softly, "Brother Song, would you like something to eat?"
Song Quyou then remembered that he hadn't eaten or drunk anything since last night, and said with a smile to Miss Jing, "Thank you for your trouble, Miss."
The courtyard fell silent again.
Before long, Miss Jing came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming bowl of soup noodles. A golden fried egg lay in the bowl, and a few green vegetable leaves floated on the soup noodles. The aroma wafted into her nose.
Song Quyou's stomach growled unexpectedly. He took the bowl and chopsticks and thanked them somewhat embarrassedly.
Miss Jing sat down next to him, still resting her chin on her hand, watching him eat with her bright, misty eyes.
"That Sister Su," she suddenly spoke, her voice soft, "is she Brother Song's senior sister?"
Song Quyou paused with his chopsticks, then nodded: "We're from the same sect. I joined late, so my senior sister and several senior brothers took good care of me."
Miss Jing hummed in agreement, lowered her head, and unconsciously twirled the loose thread on the hem of her dress with her fingertips.
After a long pause, she whispered again, "Is she very pretty?"
While enjoying his meal, Song Quyou mumbled, "Miss Jing is also very pretty."
The girl next to her felt her ears burning slightly. She stood up and went back to the kitchen, her skirt brushing against the threshold, her steps as light as a cat's.
Song Quyou did not notice the strangeness in Miss Jing and continued to eat attentively.
Just then, a fat black cat darted into the courtyard in a panic and ran into Song Quyou's arms. Turning back to look outside, its fur stood on end like steel needles, and it growled softly from time to time.
Song Quyou ate the last few mouthfuls of rice, put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up the blue-green longsword beside him, went to the door, and looked at the handsome monk who had stopped there.
The monk was handsome with a face like jade, clear eyebrows and bright eyes, and his moon-white monk's robe was spotless.
He clasped his hands together, his eyes smiling, and said, "Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Huiming, and I am a monk from Lingfo Temple. I have come to your esteemed residence only to retrieve the Buddha's Brona."
Song Quyou looked at the little black fish in his arms with its bristling fur and golden fish tail at the corner of its mouth, and swallowed it with a gulp.
It looked so content, its face full of satisfaction, that Song Quyou's lips twitched involuntarily.
Monk Huiming still stood at the door, his hands clasped together, his face showing no anger, only a compassionate smile, as he looked at the little black charcoal in Song Quyou's arms.
"Benefactor, that Brahma is a precious treasure of our Buddha, brought from the Western Paradise. We hope it will be returned."
Pretending to be completely unaware, Hei Tan licked his paws, making Song Quyou's mouth twitch even more violently.
"It's not that I'm unwilling, but the fish has already been eaten by my cat, and it's really difficult to return it."
"Alright then, Master, name your price, and I'm willing to offer some incense money to atone for this fat cat's sins."
Upon hearing this, the compassionate smile on the monk Huiming's face remained unchanged; he merely shook his head slightly and said:
"You are mistaken, benefactor. Buddhist treasures cannot be measured by money. The Brahma is one of the six treasures of the Western Paradise, and it is of great significance to our Buddha. If it were to end up in the belly of a cat, I fear I would not be able to explain it to the abbot when I return to the temple."
Having found himself in the wrong, Song Quyou was pondering how to deal with the monk.
The restless little black cat in Song Quyou's arms scrambled its fat body onto Song Quyou's head, let out a burp, lazily raised its head, glanced at Huiming at the door with its golden eyes, and spoke in a childish voice:
"You bald monk are really being unreasonable. There are two man-eating demonic fish in your pond. I ate one of them, thus ridding the world of a scourge. This also shows that I have a connection with this one."
Those who practice Buddhism talk about karma all day long, but now that they have something of their own, they don't acknowledge it. The Buddha doesn't speak falsely; if they don't even acknowledge their own words, how can they claim to be Buddhists? They should just go home and sleep.
Huiming was choked by the charcoal, and the look of pity on his face froze, causing his smile to fade slightly.
He lowered his compassionate eyes, uttered a Buddhist chant, and when he looked up again, he still had a sorrowful expression, only his tone carried a hint of helplessness:
"What the cat benefactor said is not entirely unreasonable. However, the Brona is an offering of the temple, not my personal property. Even if we are destined to meet, we still need to give an explanation."
Little Blackie peeked down from above Song Quyou's head, his golden eyes sparkling, his childish voice filled with utter self-righteousness and shameless tantrums:
"What explanation? Go back and tell the abbot that the fish was taken back by the Buddha and Bodhisattvas as a mount. Does your abbot think he can confront the Buddha and Bodhisattvas?"
Upon hearing this, the monk Huiming's lips twitched slightly, and he remained speechless for a long time.
Song Quyou clearly sensed that although the monk in front of him was still kind, an unnamed anger was growing stronger and stronger, so much so that his compassionate Buddha-like appearance could hardly contain it.
In order to find out the matter as soon as possible, he quickly reached out and scooped the charcoal off his head, stuffed it into his pocket, and said with a forced smile:
"Master, please forgive this cat. It's used to being wild in the mountains and doesn't know how to keep its mouth shut. We'll go up the mountain to apologize to Buddha another day."
Hei Tan struggled to free his head from Song Quyou's embrace, wanting to say something more, but Song Quyou covered his mouth, leaving him only able to make muffled sounds.
Huiming sighed, put his hands together, and said:
"Very well, since it has entered the cat's belly, it is Bronya's fate. However, I have a word of advice: this cat has a faint demonic aura and strange golden eyes, it is definitely not an ordinary creature. If you do not restrain it properly, it may cause trouble in the future."
Upon hearing this, Song Quyou raised an eyebrow but still smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Master. I will definitely discipline you more strictly from now on."
Black Charcoal finally broke free from Song Quyou's large hand covering his mouth and retorted:
"You bald monk, you say your Cat Lord has demonic energy? Go to hell with your Buddha's ass! Those two Broodlings in your pool, I don't know how many people they ate to create their golden bodies. Your Cat Lord is all-knowing and all-powerful, specializing in defeating evil spirits and heretics."
Upon hearing this, the compassion on Monk Huiming's face finally crumbled. His moon-white robes fluttered without wind, and his kind eyes blazed with boundless fury.
His right hand gleamed with golden light, like a golden Buddha's hand, wrapped in a powerful wind, and slapped straight at the black charcoal in Song Quyou's arms.
How could Song Quyou allow his master's cat to suffer injustice? His sword-like eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were fierce, and his robes floated upwards with the rising sword energy.
With his right hand forming a sword, a point of blue light appeared at his fingertips, and he gently touched the golden Buddha hand that was being slapped at him.
Suddenly, the clang of weapons rang out.