"Master, I don't know what to ask about this trip?" The middle-aged man was obviously a little suspicious, but when he saw the monk showing compassion, he stopped asking about it. He got up and took a cushion, asked the monk to sit cross-legged, and then asked him to ask.

Tulou has always been a land where all three religions and nine streams gather. Don’t say it is a monk, a Taoist who travels to go out to horses and thieves. Even the people in the government have come to Tulou to find out the news, so they are not surprised. They just think that the monks in front of them have some trivial matters to ask for, so they are not considered to be concerned.

"Dare you dare to ask the donor, have you ever heard of the changes in Nangong Mountain recently?" The monk was still merciful, but at this moment he sat cross-legged on the cushion and spoke a little louder.

The ground was wet and cold. The man originally held a gold snatch to snare the carbon fire. When he heard the monk's words, the carbon fire suddenly became clear, "Where did the guest official hear it? Although the gate of Nangong Mountain in Yizhang is not long, it is a sect of practice. It is said that Buddhism should not be able to find out about this matter, and I don't know why the guest official has such a good mood."

The monk recited the Buddha's name aloud and his face was stable. "It is really not necessary to inquire about this. However, the abbot in the temple entrusted me to come, which would not be contrary to the wishes of the master. In addition to Nangong Mountain, there are countless practice gates, Taoist gates, Buddhist sects, and Buddhists, and those who are familiar with practice are not all considered to be in the world, but there are always those who voluntarily settle down in a corner."

The middle-aged man looked at the monk carefully again, bent his fingers slightly, then flattened his knuckles and said gently, "If you want to ask about Nangong Mountain, the price is not low. After all, this matter is very important. If it is an irrelevant price, it would be a bit of a low price." Then the man stood up, picked up a furnace of clear water and put it into the carbon fire, and said with a gentle qi, "Look at the master's clothes, it is probably from afar. The waiter was also unkind and had not yet brought him a cup of tea to him, so he led me to him by himself. It is really contrary to the rules. Please don't be surprised by your master."

Although it is said that this place is a wine cellar, it is not the case. From now on, it still takes hundreds of steps to store wine. Even so, the surrounding walls are still separated from the heat from the air with blue bricks. At this moment, the green smoke comes out of the tea stove, steaming upwards. Although the floor room is cramped and narrow, the boiling heat is absorbed by the blue bricks and does not look hot.

The monk was still calm in his face, sitting quietly on the cushion, closing his eyes and closing his hands, and not looking at the middle-aged man in front of him at all.

"The tea has been cooked, Master may as well try it." Soon, the man had already added the tea and sent it to the monk with both hands, and smiled, "Although the tea making technology is not very elegant, I still understand some rules, please."

The monk opened his eyes, nodded and smiled, holding the bottom of the teacup with his left hand, leaning forward with his right elbow, slightly cage the side of the teacup, and holding it firmly in his hand, still thanking him lightly, then took a sip and sighed, "Good tea, there are few times in the temples to drink tea. Even if you drink one occasionally, most of them are the leaves picked from the mountains and forests. The taste is not so great, so I would like to thank the donor."

The man withdrew his hand and suddenly shook his head, "I originally thought that most of the masters in the world were in the sect, and the small half were in the court army. He lit two lanterns in the five sects, and he couldn't find a few. Now it seems that I am ignorant."

"What the guest official wants to ask, don't know what it is?"

The monk drank a cup of tea and held it in his palms. "The abbot of our temple once calculated something. There was a Buddhist seven wonders on Nangong Mountain. However, he was too old to calculate the seven wonders, so he sent the poor monk out to search. I dare to ask the donor if he could tell the clam that is held by the giant clam now?"

There was no sound in the dark room except for the boiling water in the furnace.

"Guest, please forgive me for saying ugly things ahead. If you want to ask such a big thing, the price is really not cheap." After a long time, the man raised his head, "It is true that the seven wonders of Buddhism are Buddhist sacred objects, but putting aside the Buddhist sacred objects, it is still an object with power above the spiritual treasure. I think the guest is also aware of the weight."

"It depends on what the monk exchanges for," the monk clasped his hands and smiled embarrassedly, "I have no money on ordinary silver and money. I have no money on them. There are only a pair of monk's shoes, a yellow cassock, and a paper certificate in my luggage. No matter how many items, I am really stretched."

To put it lightly, it seems that it should have been.

The man was speechless for a moment, then frowned and thought for a moment, but soon he looked at the monk who was alone in front of him and said, "Since that's the case, it's better to make a good relationship and treat it as a Tulou to give you a blessing to your master. No other objects are needed. The master just needs to report the name of the temple and where you are. As for the place where you are, you will naturally follow up on your master's place in two days."

The monk said loudly, "Narrow to the Great Yuan Dynasty, I don't ask for a temple, but the monk's Dharma name is Yingsu."

The man nodded, wrote down the pen and ink, and then took out a roll of bamboo slips to deliver them to the monk. "This kind of bamboo slips is unique to my earthen building. The transaction is completed. Within three days, the matters my master asked about will naturally appear on the bamboo slips. I have never deceived customers in my earthen building. Master only needs to stay here for three days to know."

The monk took the bamboo slip and nodded with a smile, "I am not in the world, but I know that Tulou has always had a great reputation. Of course, I can rest assured, but I have to bother with it for another three days. Besides, I am short of money and I can't help feeling a little indebted."

It was not until the monk thanked him and left that the man walked back to his seat again, staring at the three words "Bugui Temple" on the paper, with a clear expression.

Only such a large temple that has been hidden in the world for thousands of years can lead to such a monk. It is because of his three realms that he cannot see through the realm of the old yellow cassock. What is it? I just feel that where the monk sits cross-legged, it is the same as where he blends into the surrounding scenery.

Perhaps only when the seven wonders of Buddhism appear in the world can the monks who do not seek temples have something to ask for.

"The world is really small." The man closed his eyes.

As the shopkeeper of Zihao Tulou, Zihao has only arrived in Zihao in recent days, without any distinction. They all came to inquire about the affairs in Nangong Mountain. It is no longer a secret that Buddhist wood tridacna appears in Nangong Mountain. However, why do people hold tridacna now, several people have come to inquire about it.

The price of exchanging this news with Tulou is surprisingly remarkable.
Chapter completed!