Maoshan Ghost King

The Reclining Buddha Temple in Bagan, Myanmar.

Just after a heavy downpour, the air after the rain was very clear. The magnificent Reclining Buddha Temple is located in a jungle, and the Reclining Buddha Temple under the sunset is shrouded in golden light, making it even more sacred and solemn.

The temple is not very big. There are only twenty or thirty monks in the temple. The abbot in the temple is called Mai Peng, but he is a very famous monk in Southeast Asia.

Today, the Wat Pho welcomed a few guests.

Those guests came here under the downpour, and they were soaked by the heavy rain. They looked very embarrassed, and basically all of them were injured.

A total of five people came to Wat Pho.

One of them was a young and beautiful woman with a ponytail, holding a boy under ten in her hand.

The color was hung on everyone, but the little boy didn't have any injuries at all. He was just trembling because of the heavy rain.

It's in a hall of Wat Pho.

The few outsiders sat on the futon one after another, but only an old monk sat opposite.

The old monk was as thin as wood, dressed in a family of earth-red monk robes, with half of his shriveled arm exposed, and he was at least 80 years old.

The young woman's name is Tila, and the little boy next to him is Wu Silu.

There are three young and strong men beside him, besides Songkhla, there are also two capable men of Tila.

They fled all the way from Thailand, and went to the Zen Master Mai Phong at Wat Pho.

It is all because a few years ago, Mai Peng, who was walking barefoot, arrived in Pontiwa, looking for good luck and repairing the Wat Pho.

Almost all people in Thailand believe in Buddhism, and Tiela is no exception.

Just on the street, Mai Pong and Thira met by chance and told about repairing the Buddhist temple. Thira generously donated money and spent a lot of money to give 10 million baht to the Zen Master.

But Mai Peng only bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude to Thira, saying that if Thira needs help from the Wat Pho in the future, Mai Peng is willing to help.

Tira did not take this matter to heart at all, until today, when there is nowhere to go, and the world is so big that there is no place for her own, Tira fled all the way to the territory of Myanmar, only to think of this master Mai Pong, although there is only one side. For the fate, Tira also wanted to come and try to see if this Mai Peng Zen Master would accept him.

Even if you don’t help yourself, it’s good to be able to take shelter from the rain at Wat Pho and change into fresher clothes.

At this moment, Thira and Wu Silu were sitting opposite the great monk.

Tila patted Wu Silu on the head, and then followed him, kowtow to Master Maipeng, burying his head between his hands.

"Master Mai Pong, we met again, but I didn’t expect to meet in this way. I was in trouble, and I plan to take refuge at the Wat Pho for the time being. If the master refuses, I’m afraid we will disturb the monks Qingxiu. If you do, Tira will take people away."

The Master Mai Phong who was sitting opposite opened his half-squinted eyes and looked at Tira, but said indifferently: "You and I are predestined, and you are also predestined with the Reclining Buddha. I went to Pattaya to prepare for repairs. In the case of the Buddhist temple, you have funded most of it, and this Reclining Buddha temple has what it is today. The old monk said that no matter what happens to the Tira female donor, he can find the Reclining Buddha temple. The old monk will not refuse."

"Tila worships Zen Master Maipeng." Tila stood up and worshiped again.

Songkhla and his two subordinates also worshiped Master Maipong again.

"You will stay at the Wat Pho in the past few days. Someone will arrange for you. As long as the old monk is here, you can save your lives." Master Mai Peng got up, bowed his head slightly, and left the hall.

After the old monk had left, Tiara sat on the futon again. A strand of blue silk covered those beautiful eyes, and he put his hand behind his ear.

"Sister, is this place safe?" After the great monk left the hall, Songkhla asked a little worried.

"Master Mai Peng is a well-known monk in Southeast Asia. Since he will never break his promise, please rest assured for the time being," Tira said lightly.

"Sister, where are we going next?" Another Da Kuan's subordinate asked cautiously.

"We have nowhere to go. Soon colluded with Heishui Shengling. At this moment, Pattaya can never go back, and we can't compete with Heishui Shengling. I know that there is a small village deep in the jungle of Myanmar. There is a friend of mine there, we can hide there for now..."

Speaking of this, Tira glanced at Songkhla and the other two subordinates, and said with a bit of anguish: "A few good brothers, you and I were born to death. I am grateful in Tira's heart. The person Song En mainly deals with It’s me, it’s nothing to do with you. When this turmoil passes, you can leave me and find your own lives. Song En will not hold you back. As for me, I will live and die in that small village. Now, as long as Wu Silu is raised, this is my only wish."

"Big sister...you can't look like this, Pattaya, we must take it back again, kill Song En, Pattaya is ours again." The humanity named Da Kuan.

Tira shook his head and said: "It's impossible. Song En is not what it used to be. We can't shake it, but we can only give up. We have already died so many brothers. I don't want anyone to die because of me. , That’s it. After you reach that place safely, you will hide for a few months and leave separately."

Songka bit her lip, almost about to bite the blood, and looked at Tila and said, "Big sister, we still have a chance. The Ge Yu brothers who came to help us last time, they are the top masters of China, as long as we Give them a call, they will definitely come and help us, if it doesn't work, just notify Jiuyanghua Li Bai, let Wu Silu's father pick us up to Huaxia, the young master can't always be without a father."

Tira’s eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at Songkhla and said, “Shut up! Don’t mention this matter anymore. We have nowhere to go. Even if you call Ge Yu and the others, it won’t work. His opponent is Heishui Shengling, do you want them to die? As for Wu Jiuyin’s good things, I also hope that you will not mention it again in the future. I said that I will not disturb him for the rest of my life. If you mention it again , We don’t even have to do it for brothers."

"Big sister..." Songka trembled.

Tira turned his head, not knowing what sadness he thought of, and hugged Wu Silu's head, who was still wet, and a few crystal tears rolled down.

"Mom, don't cry, Xiao Lu will protect you..." Wu Silu stretched out a little hand and wiped away mother's tears like a man.