The next day, in Chang 'an City.
Master Luo, who was dressed in a foreign costume, was walking on Vermillion Bird Avenue. Wherever he went, he attracted the attention of the crowd.
Actually, Hu people were not rare in Chang 'an City. In Xi City, there were all kinds of Hu people. However, Master Luo was particularly eye-catching. He was dressed like an ascetic monk, looked miserable, and walked barefoot. He was particularly eye-catching.
However, even when he was faced with the astonished gazes of the crowd, Master Luo was still walking on the street leisurely while chanting Buddha's name.
Suddenly! There was a commotion.
"The horse is startled."
Along with a cry of alarm, a vigorous Qinghai horse was suddenly frightened for some unknown reason. It kept rampaging. The pedestrians on the road all avoided it, but Master Luo didn't care at all. He still walked on the street in his own way.
"Dodge!" The owner of the horse anxiously shouted at Master Luo. Unfortunately, it was too late. The startled Qinghai Horse crashed into Master Luo's body and sent him flying.
"Bang!"
Following the dull sound, Master Luo flew high into the air and then fell heavily on the ground. His head was bent at a strange angle and looked extremely horrifying.
"He's dead!"
The people on the street knew that he was dead. They all exclaimed. The owner of the Qinghai Horse was so scared that he almost collapsed on the ground. It was his horse that killed the monk. This time, he might be sent to jail.
"Quickly inform Mo Hospital and Chang 'an county government!" Someone reminded. Once something happened, it was almost common knowledge among the people of Chang 'an City to immediately inform Mo Hospital and Chang' an county government.
Everyone came to their senses and immediately activated the city's alarm system. Following the loud alarm, an ambulance and a car of constables arrived at the same time.
Black Five was the first to get off the carriage. This time, it was his turn to perform emergency treatment. He was the first to rush over. When he saw Master Luo's twisted head on the ground, he couldn't help but sigh. With his medical experience, this monk was definitely beyond saving.
"So it's Doctor Mo Wu. Can this monk be saved?" Constable Cao hurried over and asked.
Black Five went forward to check his breathing and shook his head, "His neck is twisted like this and he's not breathing. Even an immortal can't save him."
Arrester Cao couldn't help but sigh and rub his brows. A murder in the streets of Chang 'an was no small matter. Buddhism was in a sensitive period now, and the sudden death of a foreign monk had to be treated with caution.
"Keep his body in Mo Hospital for now, then ask the other temples where the monk is hanging up before we deal with him," Constable Cao said helplessly. Mo Hospital had a specialized morgue and had always cooperated with the county yamen.
"That's the only way!" Mo Wu nodded.
Mo Wu had once followed the army to the West. Although he was still young, he was no longer afraid of corpses. At that moment, he turned around and helped a few doctors to straighten Master Luo's head.
"Ugh!"
Suddenly, Mo Wu felt a strange sound coming from his hand. He focused his gaze and saw the foreign monk, whose neck was originally twisted, suddenly open his mouth wide. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"He's alive! It's actually alive! "The owner of the Qinghai Horse who had caused the accident was ecstatic.
"What's going on?"
Everyone was in an uproar and gathered around. The foreign monk, who was lying on the ground, slowly stood up.
"Resurrection from the dead!"
"This is unbelievable."
… … …
Although Mo Ye spared no effort to dispel the superstitions of the Tang Dynasty, he was still shocked when he saw the foreign monk, who was confirmed by Mo Hospital, come back to life. Even the accompanying doctors of Mo Hospital couldn't help but look at Master Luo in shock.
Master Luo stood up and turned to look at the owner of the Qinghai Horse who was crying tears of joy, "Amitabha, it seems like I owed you a life in my previous life. Today, I will return it to you. Our karma has been settled."
At that moment, everyone's gaze was focused on the owner of the Qinghai Horse. He immediately knelt down and said, "Master Luo is truly an enlightened monk. I will go back and burn incense to pray to Buddha every day."
Without a doubt, Buddhism had gained another loyal follower. When the owner of the Qinghai Horse returned, he would definitely pray to Buddha every day and night. The surrounding people also worshipped Buddhism even more.
Even Constable Cao couldn't help but ask, "Master Luo, are you alright?"
No matter what, as long as there weren't any murders in Chang 'an City, it was a great achievement. Especially when it involved Buddhism.
Master Luo smiled and said nonchalantly, "It's just a body full of stinky skin. Why would I care?"
After saying that, Master Luo left.
"What a divine monk!"
The people on the street couldn't help but worship him.
"Interesting!" Only Mo Wu revealed an excited expression. He studied medicine in Mo Hospital and had handled countless corpses. Naturally, he knew if there was a technique to bring the dead back to life.
"Why, you don't believe me? The divine monk was brought back to life by your hands. " Constable Cao didn't understand. He didn't believe in Buddhism, so he didn't hesitate to capture the monk. However, after seeing Master Luo bring the dead back to life with his own eyes, he couldn't help but waver.
Mo Wu sneered, "Based on this person's appearance, he isn't a monk from the Central Plains. I'm afraid he must be from India or some other country. The so-called technique to bring the dead back to life must be a strange technique that we don't know about. Coincidentally, our Mo Family has someone who is proficient in the Western Regions."
"Merton!" Constable Cao's heart skipped a beat.
"That's right. Whether it's true or not, we'll know once we ask Young Master." Mo Wu nodded.
Mo Wu bid farewell to Constable Cao and handed over his duties in Mo Hospital. Then, he went to the Mo Residence.
"Mo Wu, Young Master is currently teaching Mei Niang. He asked you to go over first." After reporting, Uncle Fu nodded.
Mo Wu nodded. Young Master never avoided Mo Jiazi when teaching. Being able to listen to Young Master's personal teaching, he naturally wouldn't miss it.
When he arrived at the study room, he realized that Meton was actually teaching the "Bright Spirits" from the Mohist Scripture. He couldn't help but have a thought. Then, he quietly sat behind Wu Meiniang.
"Bright Spirits was personally written by Mo Sheng. He used the ancient Holy King's sacrificial ritual to prove that ghosts and gods can reward and punish good and evil in the human world. This was Mo Sheng's political idea. Now that the Mo Family has abandoned the imperial court, we won't talk about Mo Sheng's ideas for the time being. Let's talk about ghosts and gods." Meton said proudly.
Wu Meiniang couldn't help but reveal an excited expression. She was still young and loved these stories about ghosts and gods.
"There are rumors of ghosts and gods in the world. Taoism, Buddhism, and even religions outside the region have legends of deities and gods. Moreover, they are all different. In addition to the folklore, there are also legends passed down by the elders. There are even many who swear that they have personally experienced it. There are all legends of ghosts and gods, but none of them have ever happened in front of everyone. Some people firmly believe in it, while others doubt if there are real ghosts and gods in this world. "Meton looked at the two and said.
Wu Meiniang immediately nodded and said, "Master, I don't believe in ghosts and gods. You once specially deciphered the witches' spells and personally ascended the clouds to peek at the moon with a telescope. When you didn't see any ghosts and gods, you even calculated that the Heavenly Dog would eat the sun and recreated a man-made rainbow. It can be seen that there are no ghosts and gods in this world."
Black Five also nodded heavily and said, "Little Five, after practicing medicine for so many years, you have encountered too many illnesses and deaths, but you have never seen any traces of ghosts and gods.
He had walked on battlefields littered with corpses, and stayed in cold morgues. He had also seen patients who had died in his hands, but he had never seen any signs of ghosts or gods.
"Actually, I can't be sure if there are ghosts and gods in this world. There are too many unsolved mysteries in this world, and there are also many miracles." Although Meton didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he came to this era because of supernatural phenomena. He couldn't help but retain some of his beliefs.
Wu Meiniang and Black Five looked at Meton in confusion.
Meton gave a knowing smile and said, "So today's lesson isn't to prove the existence of ghosts and gods, but to decipher the fake names of ghosts and gods, to seek personal benefits for oneself."
"Scams!" Black Five couldn't help but ponder.
"Master's meaning is for me to understand that there are many fake ghosts and gods in this world, and I can't easily believe them!" Wu Meiniang suddenly said.
Meton nodded and said, "This is only one of the reasons. Firstly, the followers of the School of Mo will always believe in their own knowledge, and cannot blindly believe. Secondly, these ghosts and gods are mostly unsolved mysteries, using people's unknowns to create mysterious phenomena. And these mysterious phenomena in the hands of scammers are just tools to earn money, but in the eyes of the School of Mo, they are all new and unknown knowledge. Once these unsolved mysteries are solved, it will become a new Mo School of Mo Techniques."
Meton's words weren't false, especially the witches and gods' ghost catching games. These were all primitive chemistry, not to mention the School of Mo's current Mo Techniques. If they wanted to create mysterious phenomena, it could be said to be at their fingertips.
Wu Meiniang suddenly asked, "If there are ghosts and gods that I can't decipher, does that mean that they are real ghosts and gods?"
Merton said, "That's only because the School of Mo can't decipher them at the moment, but it doesn't mean that we won't be able to decipher them in the future. When the day comes when you decipher them, you will realize how foolish your blind worship was."
Wu Meiniang's eyes immediately lit up and said, "According to Master's words, then wouldn't the School of Mo and Buddhism be at odds with each other?"
If the School of Mo wanted to develop, they had to research these unsolved mysteries, and these unsolved mysteries were the foundation of Buddhism and other religions.
Meton shook his head and said, "It's not that they are at odds with each other. The School of Mo doesn't oppose religious beliefs, but it doesn't allow people to use fake ghosts and gods to fool the world."
Wu Meiniang thoughtfully nodded her head.
"Young Master! That resurrection technique … "After Mo Wu finished listening, he recounted the events that happened at Vermillion Bird Avenue in detail.
After Meton finished listening, he turned to Wu Meiniang and asked, "Mei Niang, what do you think!"
Wu Meiniang immediately sneered and said, "How can there be a resurrection technique in this world? From your disciple's point of view, this monk is definitely using the name of ghosts and gods to deceive his believers."
Meton was relieved after hearing this. He remembered that in history, Wu Meiniang had once become a nun and was a believer in Buddhism. Now, she had been groomed by him to be a staunch follower of the School of Mo.
"When the School of Mo's ancestors traveled to India, other than bringing back Indian numbers, they also brought back a piece of information. In India, there is a secret technique that can greatly train one's body, allowing one to do all sorts of unimaginable actions. It's called Yoga!"
"Yoga!" Mo Wu suddenly understood.
Meton nodded his head and said, "From my point of view, this monk is definitely using Yoga, and it's extremely profound."
"Thank you, Young Master, for clearing my doubts!" Mo Wu said as though he had been enlightened. Although he did not believe that the monk could resurrect the dead, based on his experience, he had already judged that the monk was beyond saving. Yet, the monk was actually resurrected in his hands. The impact on him was unimaginable. Now that he knew that the monk was using a secret technique, his thoughts were clear.
Wu Meiniang suddenly said in astonishment, "Then isn't this monk using the name of ghosts and gods to deceive his believers?"
Mo Wu nodded his head heavily and said, "Of course!"
"Master, then what should our School of Mo do?" Wu Meiniang asked with a trace of craftiness hidden in her eyes.
Meton helplessly said, "If there is a monk spreading Buddhism, it naturally has nothing to do with me. But if he is using the name of ghosts and gods to deceive the world, our School of Mo naturally cannot stand by and do nothing."
"I'll go look for Third Brother now and expose this monk's true identity!" Mo Wu understood tacitly and jumped up.
Meton reminded, "Don't forget, take this opportunity to spread the knowledge of the School of Medicine. Whether a person can be resurrected or not, I believe that the School of Medicine has the most say."
Mo Wu nodded his head and excitedly went to look for Mochi.
After Mo Wu left, Meton and Wu Meiniang kept their books and stood up. Meton's third class for his disciple had finally ended. After taking in a disciple for a few months, he had only taught three classes. There was probably no other teacher like him.
However, Wu Meiniang did not feel that Meton was incompetent. Every class that Meton taught opened a new door for her, leaving her with endless questions. These questions required her to flip through countless books to find the answers.
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