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Chapter 14: Guanghua Temple

Xu Tong was also very good at beating people up to the temple.

Mr. Song didn't explain much. After the two of them had eaten happily, Mr. Song took him straight to Guanghua Temple.

L city has been the ancient capital of the Celestial Dynasty since ancient times. Especially during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Empress Wu loved Buddhism and pushed Buddhism to a new height.

By the late Yuan Dynasty, the rise of Buddhism was unstoppable, and there were tens of millions of people in L City.

It is said that Guanghua Temple was also built during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but it is not the ancestral hall of Zen Buddhism, but the ancestral hall of Yoga Tantra and Japanese Tantric Buddhism.

It sounds like it has a great reputation, but when you actually walk to the door, you realize that the temple is small and pitiful.

It is just built against the ridge of Longmen West Mountain. Few people would know that this is a temple unless they look carefully.

The ticket price was five yuan, but when the person who bought the ticket looked at Mr. Song, his face turned dark instantly.

He quickly closed the ticket window, picked up the phone and started calling people. Xu Tong vaguely heard the female conductor shouting: "That old madman is here again, let the host hide!!"

About five minutes later, Xu Tong saw an old monk who looked to be in his eighties walking down hurriedly holding a string of Buddhist beads.

Looking at his rapid pace, he was really worried that the old guy would miss the mark and fall over him.

The old monk came in a hurry, walked to the door, clasped his hands and shouted to Mr. Song: "Old senior, my master is not here, so why don't you please come back?"

The old monk looks to be in his eighties, but in front of Mr. Song, he still calls himself a junior, which shows how senior Mr. Song is.

This inevitably reminds Xu Tong of how Gao Zhuo reluctantly called himself uncle when he learned that he was an old disciple of Song Dynasty.

In fact, what he thought was right.

Mr. Song is not very powerful, but he is also Xue Gui's apprentice. Even for Xue Gui's sake, everyone will give him some bad treatment.

In addition, this old guy is so lively that in terms of seniority, there are really not many people who can say he is higher than him. For example, the old abbot of Guanghua Temple is ** years younger than Mr. Song.

, but every time I brought it up, I was so angry that I was so angry that I cursed Lord Hell for being blind, why didn’t he just take this old thief away.

"Hey, you look nervous. Go tell the bald man that I won't beat him today and tell him to get out."

Mr. Song was not polite at all when he spoke. The security guard on the side stared at Mr. Song like bells, as if he was about to rush up at any moment.

But after the conductor on the side quietly told the security guard that the last security guard who rushed up not only ended up in the hospital on the spot, but was also fired from the temple the next day, the mighty and unyielding security guard immediately put down his baton.

, his sharp eyes began to wander around.

The old monk looked at Mr. Song suspiciously. His triangular eyes were full of suspicion, and it was obvious that he did not completely believe Mr. Song's words.

But in the end, he took out his cell phone, made a call, and finally signaled the security guard to open the door and invite Mr. Song to come in.

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Song pointed at Xu Tong and said: "My apprentice, if you are young, please call me Senior Brother!"

The second part of Mr. Song's sentence was for Xu Tong. This was such a cheap time. How could he miss it? He quickly called the old monk in front of him, "Senior Brother" in a sweet voice.

For a moment, the old monk's face turned dark. When his senior brother called him down, the dozen or so disciples in his temple were suddenly shorter than Xu Tong by a generation.

But Old Man Song was watching from the side, and the old monk could only nodded and agreed with an aggrieved look.

It doesn't matter if you don't agree, the old monk will regret it immediately as soon as he agrees.

As soon as he entered the temple, Xu Tong stood beside him in a swaggering manner, saying for a while that the decoration of the temple at his senior brother's home was good, and then asking him again and again, "senior brother, what is this place used for?"

Especially in crowded places, this guy wants to attract everyone's attention and tell everyone how amazing his transcendent seniority is.

The middle-aged people who were meditating in the Jialan Hall suddenly changed their expressions when they saw their master being hugged by a young man. They were about to scold them, but they didn't know that the other person said "senior brother" and they were confused.

The most terrifying thing was that his master actually nodded in agreement.

For a while, several people's faces turned red and blue, and one face turned red from suppressing it. Finally, in Xu Tong's proud eyes, he reluctantly lowered his head and called out "Senior".

Walking past Jialan Hall is the Main Hall. Although the main hall is not as majestic as the Emei Golden Dome, it is not as majestic as Laojun Mountain, and it is not as majestic as the Lu Shena Buddha in Longmen Grottoes.

But the golden and dignified Sakyamuni Buddha is sitting in the hall, with his eyes slightly lowered, showing compassion for the world. When people step in, they will feel awe.

I saw an old monk sitting under the Buddha statue. The old monk's white eyebrows were long and slender, casually draped on his face. He was wearing a gray monk's robe. He looked like an ordinary monk. He was barefoot and didn't even wear shoes.

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If the old monk on the side hadn't respectfully called him Master, no one would have thought that he was the old abbot of Guanghua Temple.

The old man slowly sat up and looked at Mr. Song with displeasure: "Why are you here again? Let's make a deal this time. If you dare to hit me again, I will call the police."

"I won't fight, I won't fight. I passed by today and took a look at you. I won't fight in the future!"

Mr. Song waved his hand towards the monk, indicating that he would never hit him again from now on, and pointed at Xu Tong behind him: "This is my closed apprentice."

"Xu Tong pays homage to senior!"

Xu Tong learned the rules of the Eight Gates and bowed slightly towards the old monk.

Seeing that Mr. Song was in such a good mood today, the old monk didn't know what he was thinking of, and his face suddenly became serious.

"Miao Zhen, please take... Er... your Junior Brother Xu to visit around."

Monk Miaozhen was startled, and could only bend down to Xu Tong with a grimace and said: "Junior Brother Xu is here by chance. There is a Dharani Sutra explanation being held behind our temple, you might as well follow me and take a look!"

Xu Tong glanced at Mr. Song and saw him nodding towards him, so he followed Miaozhen with a smile.

After sending these two juniors away.

The old monk frowned and said to Old Song: "Old thief, are you planning to..."

"Yes, I have lived for so long, and now that I have found my successor, why am I still living for nothing?"

Mr. Song sat on the futon and looked back at the giant Buddha behind him: "The Buddha is about to pass away, how dare I continue to live."

"Screw you, you old thief, you still compare yourself to Buddha."

The old monk cursed angrily, but he was still a little reluctant. He and Mr. Song were actually good friends who had known each other for a long time. It was only some changes that caused the relationship between the two to become very bad.

Whenever Mr. Song was in a bad mood, he would come to trouble him, so the old monk always avoided him over time.

Today, Mr. Song suddenly came to him to say goodbye, and the old monk suddenly felt a little scared.

This feeling of fear was not only the fear of being alone in the future, but also a feeling of emptiness, which made him feel very confused.

And besides that, there is one more thing.

The old monk glanced left and right, and after confirming that no one was there, he held Old Song's hand and said, "Old thief, don't forget how you promised me back then. I will help you steal the esoteric magic. When you die,

, we are going to destroy those paper figures, so you must not break your promise, otherwise even if this poor monk goes to the eighteen hells, it will be difficult for him to wash away his sins!"


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