"Master Qingfeng, this Huangyuan Temple is inherited from the Pure Land lineage, and is one of the largest Buddhist temples in the Shengfan Pass..."
Chen Long took Qin Sang to a temple.
When he arrived at Shengfan Pass, Qin Sang intended to inquire about the information related to "The Hidden Nerves of the Ten Directions of Pure Land". Only after asking, he learned that the Pure Land lineage was very prosperous in Lizhou, especially those ordinary people, who believed in the teachings of Pure Land.
The closest to Qingyan Temple where they live is this Huangyuan Temple.
"Amitabha! I have seen Deacon Chen..."
The monks guarding the temple gate had already noticed them and recognized Deacon Chen's identity.
The monks in Huangyuan Temple are all practitioners, but every day on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the temple gate will be opened to attract believers and invite mortals to enter to burn incense and worship Buddha. The monks in the temple often discuss Buddhist principles with lay Buddhists, so the incense is soaring.
In this regard, Buddhism and Taoism are very different.
Most of the Taoist masters live in seclusion in famous mountains and rivers, and eat wind and drink dew, which is difficult for ordinary people to see.
Deacon Chen was obviously familiar with the monk, so he stepped forward and whispered a few words, and the monk hurriedly invited the two of them into the temple.
"The real person please sit down, so I will report to the abbot."
The monk hurried away.
Soon, Qin Sang sensed a quiet and peaceful aura, like a quiet pond with no waves in the ancient well.
He looked solemn, and he stood up and looked out of the hall. He saw an old monk stepping in and bowing to him, and his voice was like a bell. "I am a monk Tanyuan, let the real person wait for a long time."
"Where! Where! I am disturbing the holy monk's cultivation..."
Qin Sang bowed his head and returned the ceremony.
In the world, the two schools of Buddhism, one in the East China Sea and the other in the Western Regions, did not interfere with each other. Therefore, although Qin Sang and the old monk did not fall in love with it at first sight, there was no tension.
Qin Sang Daoming's intention was to come, and handed over a jade slip, "I am fortunate to get a broken scripture. It is very mysterious. If you want to ask the origin of the scripture, please ask the holy monk to solve the problem."
When the abbot Tanyuan saw the scriptures, he immediately looked surprised and said, "This is the "Nerve Hidden in the Ten Directions of Pure Lands"!"
"But the Pure Land Sutra?"
Qin Sang asked.
“That’s right!”
Tanyuan looked at the scriptures without turning his eyes, "I wish I could do anything to ask where the real person got this broken scripture?"
Qin Sang did not answer and asked back, "I don't know where this sutra comes from, and is there any true teachings in this world?"
The abbot of Tanyuan looked up at Qin Sang, hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully: "This sutra is the best sutra of my Pure Land lineage. It is said that Xiangji Temple is the official in the Buddha land. However, Xiangji Temple has not been practicing the "Ten Directions Pure Lands" for a long time and went out to walk. Therefore, it is hard to say whether it has been passed down or not."
"The holy monk has never been to Xiangji Temple?" Qin Sang asked.
"Somehow, many years ago, some treasure temples in the Buddha land escaped from the world and were far away from the world. The same is true for Xiangji Temple. Every once in a while, a Buddhist son would be sent to the world. Unfortunately, although they are both from the Pure Land lineage, I have never been able to see you," said Tanyuan's abbot returning the jade slip to Qin Sang, regretting.
He regretted not only that he could not see the Buddhist sons from Xiangji Temple, but also that he felt sorry for the residual sutra.
The content in the scriptures is roughly limited to the Golden Elixir Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage. The realm is too low. Even the true scriptures cannot comprehend any mysterious truth from it.
"When the real person discovered this broken scripture, were there other items next to him?" Tanyuan Abbot couldn't help asking.
Through those items, you may find clues to other residual sutras.
Qin Sang shook his head. If there were any other clues, he would not have easily taken out this residual sutra.
This sutra was brought back from Zhongzhou by the monks of Jiguan Temple before the Storm Realm had ascended. When Qin Sang saw this sutra, he became very interested and went to Jiguan Temple in person.
Facing Qin Sang, the monks in Jiguan Temple did not dare to be negligent and said everything they knew.
It turned out that the monk who obtained the remnant scriptures had never entered the Jiange of Zhongzhou, but purchased it from another Zhongzhou monk outside the Jiange. He knew nothing about the identity of the man and had no way to investigate it.
"Since that's the case, I won't disturb the Holy Monk," Qin Sang stood up and said goodbye.
The abbot of Tanyuan hurriedly said, "I am sorry for my pride. Can you give this broken sutra to the younger generation to view and review it?"
The remnant scriptures are not very helpful to them, and those younger generations will definitely be inspired by a lot when they see them.
"It's just a broken sutra, and the holy monk can handle it at will. I hope that the holy monk will be able to recommend one or two to me when he sees the Buddhist sons of Xiangji Temple in the future," Qin Sang said casually.
"Thank you for the real person!"
The abbot of Tanyuan called a monk before, "Go and pick three yellow apricots."
"Three?"
The monk looked shocked, looked at Qin Sang, and said yes quickly.
"The true scriptures cannot be passed on lightly! There is a yellow apricot tree in my temple. The apricots produced can be used to increase the soul. I hope the real person must accept them."
The abbot of Tanyuan said solemnly.
The monk left and returned, holding a wooden plate with three yellow apricots placed on it, emitting a fragrant smell, which made people feel refreshed when they smelled.
Qin Sang was not polite either. He accepted three Huang Yuanxing with a calm smile and bowed away.
After leaving Huangyuan Temple, Deacon Chen said with envy: "The real person doesn't know that the Huangyuan apricot blooms in three hundred years, bears fruit in three hundred years, and is only fruit in nine hundred years, and is extremely precious. Huangyuan Temple is named because of the tree. Five years ago, the fruit was ripe, and the holy monks of Tanyuan invited fellow disciples to hold the Huangyuan Dharma Assembly. My city lord gave me one and never forget it."
Qin Sang laughed, "That's my luck. He came here to deliver the scriptures when the fruit was ripe."
But he was thinking in his heart that the treasures unearthed from Jiange were indeed not simple.
Although I didn’t get any great opportunity this time, I got three yellow apricots, which is worth the trip.
"Where will the real person want to go next?" asked Deacon Chen.
"Dagain Chen has been working hard during this period, so I want to take a walk by myself."
Qin Sang sent Deacon Chen away, changed his clothes, and integrated into the abortion.
He brought out all the treasures unearthed from Jiange that seemed to be related to Buddhism, and took this opportunity to check their background.
For a long time, Qin Sang continued to appear in various corners of Shengfan Pass as various identities.
Sometimes I take out things and find someone to identify them.
Sometimes I participate in some small trade fairs.
Sometimes they will make friends with Buddhist practitioners with similar temperaments. When talking about the mythology, they will find an excuse to take out the treasure and ask someone to appreciate it.
...
On this day, Qin Sang returned to Qingyan Temple and felt a wave of power covering the temple. The formation of protecting the temple had already opened, and the monks were waiting for it.
Director Chen breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward quickly, "Congratulations to the real person, fellow Wu Zhao is about to break through!"
He only thought Wuzhao was Qin Sang's junior. If he failed to pass the tribulation in Qingyan Temple, it was difficult to explain, and he would only feel relieved when he saw Qin Sang come back.
Qin Sang looked at the quiet room, and the void was condensed with Yin fire.
He stood there and did not bring the fog to the Holy Common Pass. The heavenly tribulation of the Witch Clan and the Human Tribe is the same. Moreover, there are many Witch Clan monks in the Holy Common Pass, so it doesn't matter if they are exposed.
Three disasters came from the sky, and thunder and clouds were covered with thunder and clouds.
The vision was blocked by the temple protection array, but the fluctuations were difficult to cover up, attracting a lot of attention.
Until the thunder of the disaster disappeared, Qin Sang walked towards the backyard, and sat in the yard with fog. He had successfully overcome the inner demon disaster, but his pretty face was full of fear.
Seeing Qin Sang, her delicate body trembled, her face turned pale, and she almost thought she was still among the inner demons.
That terrifying look reappeared in her inner demonic disaster. If Qin Sang had not given her pills later to dissolve her fear, she would have probably been doomed.
Qin Sang saw her performance and couldn't help laughing. He originally wanted them to teach her a lesson, but he didn't expect that such a big shadow would be left in her heart.
"Meet senior..."
Wuzhao realized that he was rude and hurriedly supported his weak body to salute.
"Not bad! After the breakthrough, we should stabilize our cultivation as soon as possible and strive to transform our natal spirit insects as soon as possible. When Shi Liu breaks through, we will set off..."
Qin Sang gave a few tips and walked towards his quiet room.
This is the third year he has arrived at Shengfan Pass and has not set off for a long time. First, he is waiting for Shi Liu and the other is waiting for news about the city lord of Guangsha City.
To establish relationships with the witch clan in advance, it is much easier to act in the witch clan.
Close the door, the bright light of the thousand jin rings flashed, something flew out, and a golden light filled the room in an instant.
This object is a gold piece the size of a palm, but it is extremely heavy. One side has a smooth curve and other edges have obvious traces of breaking. It is the most valuable Buddhist treasure he has identified during this period of time.
Of course, there are many things without spiritual light and without waves. I don’t know if they are completely lost in power or the pearls are covered with dust.
Qin Sang remembered the Buddhist practitioner's evaluation of this object.
"When this thing is intact, it should be a golden cymbal! I'm afraid it is a Buddha treasure of the true treasure..."
This person took the golden piece in front of him and couldn't let go of it.
Qin Sang learned the Taoist tradition of refining weapons, and Buddhism also had its unique refining skills. Although some clues were vaguely seen before, I was not sure.
Seeing that the person with a fine background in gold pieces is proficient in Buddhist art of refining weapons, Qin Sang met this person and fell in love with him. He discussed the method of refining weapons with him and gained a lot.
The last fragment of the real treasure was refined into Mingshan armor by Master Qi and him. Qin Sang is not short of spiritual treasures now, but by refining this golden piece, his understanding of Buddhist weapon refining will definitely be higher.
Afterwards, Qin Sang rarely went out and focused on comprehending this golden piece until the cave ban was touched and he woke up.
The person outside the door is Deacon Chen.
Qin Sang's expression moved slightly and let Deacon Chen come in, "But there is news about your city lord?"
"The real person is very clear," Deacon Chen stepped forward and bowed, "The city lord told him that if the real person does not change his mind, he will go to the Huihuang Mansion within ten days!"
...
The night is dark and the stars and moon are hidden.
You can vaguely see the shadows of the mountain on the earth, like a dormant beast in the darkness.
Several figures appeared in the darkness, flying from the horizon slowly.
A majestic voice sounded inside, "You are all waiting here, I'll go there by myself."
"Yes! Be careful, Lord, Lord!"
The rest of the people stopped.
The leader's speed surged and disappeared into the depths of the darkness in the blink of an eye.
He sped all the way, crossed several mountains, fell from the sky, stood on the top of a mountain, and calculated the time in his mind.
After a stick of incense, his eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Brother Jiu Mie is indeed on time!"
"Let Brother Xia wait for a long time..."
As the sound rang out, the ground cracked and a dragonfly flew out of it.
Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as "one head". This dragonfly has a wingspan that is larger than an eagle eagle and is larger than a tiger and leopard.
Its wings were burning with light green flames, and the fire illuminated the faces of the people on the top of the mountain. It was the lord of Guangsha City.
The dragonfly hovered in front of him, sitting cross-legged on each side of the wings.
The man sitting on the right side was covered with a black robe, covered with a mask, and the other was a capable young man.
The lord of Guangsha City glanced at the man on the right, smiled, saluted to the young man and said, "I didn't expect Brother Jiu Mi to come in person, how is the third elder?"
"It's so good! Since Brother Xia sent nine beauties, I saw how many years younger the third elder's faces were. Huanxidao's training methods were indeed amazing."
Jiu Mie jumped to the ground, laughed loudly, and gave a thumbs up.
The city lord of Guangsha City smiled and said, "Brother Jiu Mie likes it. Next time I will help me find a few good cauldrons, and I will guarantee that they are all beauties."
"I'm still young, so I can't use the Yin to replenish Yang!"
Jiu Mie threw a ring to the city lord of Guangsha City.
A moment later, the surprise voice of the lord of Guangsha City sounded, "These phoenix-eyed grass..."
"I have a good harvest recently, so I will give you more money to avoid chatting when I meet you again," Jiu Mie snorted.
"It's just that your Dongyang clan's cultivation skills are too clever and the quality of spiritual medicine is too good, and the supply is in short supply!"
The lord of Guangsha City put away the ring, looked happy, and then smiled, "Brother Jiu Mie is here? Also, who is this fellow Taoist?"
"Just call him Wuyou, don't ask anything else!"
Jiu Mie waved his hand and answered for the man, then asked back, "You sent a letter last time and said there was a Taoist priest who raised butterflies. Is this person still there?"
The Lord of Guangsha City knew what to be curious and what not to be curious, so he took his eyes off Wu Huo, "Master Qingfeng is in Huihuang Mansion and is about to introduce him to Brother Jiu Mi."
"That's good! This person can beat the first jade drum and a spiritual insect in the middle stage of the Sixth Transformation. His strength is definitely not bad."
Jiu Mie said, but his eyes were looking at Wuyou.
The lord of Guangsha City realized something and frowned slightly.
Jiu Mie observed his expression change and smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Wuyou is in some trouble. He wants to find a few good players outside and kill him back."
"snort!"
Wujuan's voice was as hoarse and unpleasant as iron rubbing. I don't know if it was deliberately disguised or was it already.
The lord of Guangsha City felt a chill on his back, and felt a cold gaze ejaculate from under the mask, staring at him.
"What happened so coincidental in the world? I want to find a helper, and there is a human master waiting here?"
This person is suspicious.
Guangsha City Lord's comment in his heart.
The lord of Guangsha City has always kept his distance from such people.
As for the Taoist Master Qingfeng, he had been waiting in Shengfan Pass for three years, which shows that he had a very urgent need for the witch clan's spiritual medicine. If Wu Huo could satisfy his appetite, he should be able to persuade him. The lord of Guangsha City thought to himself.
Jiu Mie sneered: "Wuyou, you don't believe me, and you still ask me for help! You came to me before leaving. That person has been waiting here for three years. If the third elder had not wanted to refine the Yin Yuan obtained from dual cultivation, he would have come here in person three years ago! Do you think Brother Xia and I can predict the future, or are you planning your own affairs not intimate, and the news has already leaked out?"
After being scolded by Jiu Mi in person, Wu Huo did not have any attacks. He secretly said a few words to Jiu Mi and finally nodded.
Jiu Mie turned angry and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Xia, go and invite the Taoist priest to come and talk."