Chapter 182 The Monk from the National Temple in the Capital City (6k big chapter, please subscribe and vote monthly)
It's night.
The night is dark.
The rain from the sky continued to fall.
At this time, in the Taoist temple after nightfall, the eldest lady had already left, and Jin An, the old Taoist priest, and Xiajian were left in the entire Wu Zang Taoist temple.
and a goat.
Finally, Jin An agreed to go down to the Yinyi River to find the Dragon King. Since this matter was related to the group of antique dealers, it was impossible for him to stay out of it.
As long as it can ruin these people's plans.
He was happy to push the boat along.
He asked the eldest lady to help him recommend it to Lord Fu Yin, and then the eldest lady left and asked him to wait for news.
Jin An sat on the bed, meditating quietly, exhaling and inhaling. Jin An felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if his body was lighter than a leaf.
The body feels light.
Jin An had already left his body. He turned around and saw that on the bed behind him, he was still sitting in a cross-legged meditating posture.
Jin'an's spirit wandered around the room.
Since he improved in spiritual martial arts, his soul has been able to float freely at night.
Looking at the continuous drizzle outside the house, Jin An's eyes moved, and his mind drifted towards the outer wall, and people passed through the wall easily.
Outside the wall, it was raining.
Didi da da
The rainwater flows along the eaves and hits the ground like big beads and small beads falling from a jade plate.
Jin An continued to float outside the eaves, and all the rainwater penetrated his body.
Just when Jin An was enjoying playing in the water, suddenly, click! Boom!
A bolt of lightning split the sky, and the thunderbolt was deafening. This was a murderous intention from heaven.
Jin An, who had been playing in the rain just now, almost lost his spirit due to the thunder. He was confused, confused, and had a headache.
Jin An understands.
He was shocked.
If he is frightened again, even if he doesn't die, he will still be in despair. His three souls and seven souls will be frightened to death.
Jin An didn't dare to make excuses. He endured the unexplained and uncomfortable feeling, and his soul quickly drifted into the room, and then took off three yellow talismans from his palm.
It is the Liuding Liujia Talisman that was sealed three times, the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman that was sealed three times, and the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman that was sealed once.
Until the twelve divine auras on the Liuding Liujia Talisman reflected throughout his soul, warming and nourishing his soul over and over again. After about half an hour, Jin An's soul returned to its peak.
There are twelve righteous gods in Liuding and Liujia, divided into Liuding Yin God and Liujia Yang God. When they are in the Yang world, they can grow strong and warm the body. When they are in the underworld, they can grow strong and warm the soul.
Jin'an was now alive again, and his mental thinking was no longer slow, confused, and unexamined. He had regained his clarity of will and began to think about what was going on with the thunder just now?
Why did God give him a thunderbolt as soon as he was out of his body?
This means that God is watching what people do, and there is no way to succeed in life if you are a villain?
Jin An felt that this must be a coincidence.
This reminded him that before the soul was strong enough, wind, rain, thunder and lightning were the most taboo for the soul to leave the body.
Next, with three yellow talismans in his arms, he walked through the wall and stood in the yard again, and waited for about a while while burning incense. This time, no thunder fell.
Waited for another stick of incense.
All is calm.
The world was so quiet that only the patter of rain and the dripping of water on the eaves were heard.
Jin An pondered for a moment, and carrying three yellow talismans, he began to patrol the Five Zang Taoist Temple.
The Hall of the Five Thunder Emperors is normal.
Liuding Liujia Martial Arts Temple is normal.
Sanqing Palace is normal.
To be honest, after Jin An's soul left his body, he was not very used to entering the Sanqing Hall and seeing gods in his head. I don't know if he, a fake Taoist priest, felt a little guilty in front of the Taoist Sanqing saints.
In the Sanqing Hall, in addition to the statue of the Sanqing God standing facing the main entrance, there is also a small side hall guarding the left hand of the Sanqing Saint.
That man is the founder of Wu Zang Taoism.
All right.
Facing the gaze of his ancestor, Jin An felt even more guilty.
After a hasty inspection of the Sanqing Hall, Jin An emerged from the Sanqing Hall in a panic as if running for his life.
In order to cover up his guilty conscience, he looked up and down the Five Zang Taoist Temple like a king patrolling the mountain. After seeing nothing unusual, he left the Five Zang Taoist Temple.
He floated around the Wu Zang Taoist Temple, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual around him, he released his speed and floated towards Jia Mansion at full speed.
According to the eldest lady's description during the day, the attic in Jia's Mansion that was covered with yellow charms to ward off evil spirits was the boudoir of a young lady in Jia's Mansion.
The rich lady's name is Jia Zhidie.
Jia Zhidie has outstanding appearance and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a famous beauty in Fucheng and the daughter of three major herbal merchants. The young talents, young masters and young masters who pursued Jia Zhidie in Fucheng were...
There is an endless stream.
Jia Zhidie's doorstep was almost trampled to pieces.
pity.
God is jealous of beauty.
A few years ago, Jia Zhidie accidentally fell into the water while taking a boat trip on the river, and her body was not found.
The body of the eldest daughter of the Jia family has not yet been found.
In the first few days after Jia Zhidie fell into the water and drowned, strange things happened one after another in the Jia family. In the attic where Jia Zhidie lived, the sound of gongs and drums could be heard faintly at night, as if some family was holding a wedding, and there was a lot of noise.
, as if hundreds of wedding banquet tables were set up in a small attic to entertain guests.
This matter went on for several days.
Every time I opened the door to check, the sound disappeared again.
There was no one alive in the room, not even a ghost.
After a few days of tossing like this, the Jia family lived in fear every day and could not sleep at night. It was obviously a funeral, but someone held a happy event in the daughter's room. I heard that the old and old ladies of the Jia family were very angry at that time.
I fell down, and I suspected that an enemy was secretly causing trouble.
Later, I asked an expert to do something like sealing the attic. There was a wedding banquet in the attic at night, and then it stopped.
But we have never found out who is behind the scenes.
This incident had a deep impact on the Jia family at that time, and it also made the Jia family very taboo. The funeral turned into a happy event, and the yin and yang were reversed. This is a big taboo for the living people who are still living in the world of the world. In addition, they were afraid of insulting Jia.
Zhidie was famous, so the Jia family concealed this matter back then.
All the servants and servants who knew about it were assigned to other places. The servants and servants who were there were scattered and scattered, and they are no longer in the city.
It took a lot of effort for the eldest lady to find out the secrets of that year.
It can only be said that all gentry and gentry with big families and great businesses attach great importance to not publicizing their family scandals, and are worried about being criticized verbally and writtenly by their peers.
Sometimes killing people can kill people.
Jia's Mansion.
When Jin'an's soul floated here, he began to observe the Jia family. The Jia family had a Feng Shui bureau set up by an expert to protect Yangzhai.
Can block evil spirits, wild gods.
Keep the Yangzhai safe.
Jin An, who has been awarded the Yellow Talisman three times, is naturally not really afraid of the Yangzhai Feng Shui Bureau, but there is no deep hatred between him and the Jia family.
If the Jia family's feng shui bureau is really broken.
Just add a cause and effect.
It can even hurt innocent people.
So he mainly came here tonight to take a closer look at Jia Zhidie's attic.
Jin An's spirit began to float higher and higher.
Looking down at the vast land below from a high place.
The higher the soul floats, the wind roars high in the sky, and the difficulty becomes more and more difficult for the soul every inch higher.
Finally, Jin An was ten feet above the ground and had a bird's-eye view of the entire Jia family.
This is not his limit.
It's just that no matter how high it is, it's unnecessary, and it will do too much damage to the soul.
Jia Zhidie's attic is located in the west corner, where the lights are dark, there is no trace of human smoke, and there is no smell of fireworks.
Even the surrounding pavilions within a few feet were abandoned and uninhabited.
It seems like a dead land, a forbidden land, isolated.
Anyone who has anything to do with Jia Zhidie is taboo in the Jia family.
Jin An frowned.
After listening to the eldest lady's words during the day, he and the old Taoist priest both suspected that if Jia Zhidie held a wedding banquet in the attic and had a wedding ceremony, she was killed by the Dragon King and became the Water Goddess in the Dragon Palace?
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the next day.
An old monk came to Fucheng.
The old monk was holding a Zen staff and wearing a cassock. He came to Fucheng alone.
The old monk had a child-like face with a crane beard, and his long beard hung down on his chest. He looked like he was eighty or ninety years old, still getting stronger with age, and his eyes contained the profound and wonderful light of the Buddha's teachings.
The old monk looked a little tired. He must have traveled all the way to Fucheng, but his cassock was still spotless and clean.
This old monk is a master of Sakyamuni.
When the eminent monk came to the city gate, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city. The eminent monk handed over his ultimatum with a kind and gentle look.
When the soldiers guarding the city saw the identity information on the certificate, they were so frightened that they saluted in a panic.
"It turns out he is an eminent monk from Zhenguo Temple. I hope the eminent monk will forgive us brothers for their rude collision. Master Huizhen, please come in quickly. Please come in quickly."
The soldier said fearfully.
Zhenguo Temple.
It is the largest temple from the northern capital, and it is the holy place of Buddhism in the eyes of the Buddha.
You can even say.
There are so many Buddhist temples in Kangding Kingdom, and it is the lifelong pursuit of the Buddha to enter the Zhenguo Temple and comprehend the higher Buddha Dharma.
The eminent monk chanted a Buddhist chant, "Amitabha, donor, you are so polite. You and I are all citizens of the Kangding Kingdom. We should abide by the laws of the Kangding Kingdom. You, the donor, are also responsible. It is natural for you to check every passerby."
"Master Huizhen, you are an eminent monk from Zhenguo Temple. Did you come to our city in Wuzhou this time because the Dragon King case has spread to the capital, and Zhenguo Temple specially sent an eminent monk to help us investigate the Dragon King case?"
The soldiers guarding the city saw that the eminent monk in front of them was very talkative and compassionate, so they boldly asked Master Huizhen about the purpose of coming to the city this time.
"Amitabha."
"I heard a little bit about the Dragon King case on the road. I believe Lord Fu Yin will handle the folk affairs properly."
"Lao Na came to Fucheng this time mainly to go to Bailong Temple to meet old friends and do some things."
The eminent monk said.
The soldiers guarding the city heard that Master Huizhen still had something important to do and did not dare to stop him. Finally, under his respectful escort, the eminent monk known as Master Huizhen, leaning on his Zen staff, walked all the way to the White Dragon, the only low mountain in the city. Walk towards the temple.
After passing through several cities, Master Huizhen passed by the stone cow with camel coffin placed in the city, and people stopped.
"Is this the stone ox that Wuzhou Prefecture said was salvaged from the Yinyi River, a relic of the predecessor who failed to solve the corpse?"
Master Huizhen stopped for a long, long time.
There was regret in his eyes.
Some lamented that fate plays tricks on people.
There is so much sadness.
Finally, he clasped his hands toward Stone Niu and sighed lowly: "The world is a big sea of suffering, and all living beings are people who have fallen into the water."
Passers-by around him frequently looked sideways at the old monk who was saluting a stone cow, but Master Huizhen paid no attention to the secular gaze. After he continued to salute, he picked up the stainless steel Zen staff that was on the side, turned around and left, heading straight towards the white statue. Head towards Long Temple.
After Master Huizhen left, passers-by approached and were surprised to see a hole on the hard stone pavement where Master Huizhen originally stood. The hole was a finger deep.
This hole is exactly where the Zen staff and pestle stood just now.
Only then did everyone realize that they had just met an eminent monk, and the crowd was excited. When they thought of looking for the departing eminent monk, they found that people were coming and going in the market, and the eminent monk's figure had already disappeared among the crowd.
They were left regretting why they had not established a relationship with the eminent monk just now.
The Bailong Temple on the short hill of Fucheng is resplendent and magnificent, just like the trees in the forest. People in the city can see the universal Buddha Dharma just by raising their heads.
When Master Huizhen came to the foot of the mountain, the incense believers here were busy and there was an endless flow of people.
At the foot of the mountain there were cries, shouts, and the sounds of urchins running around chasing each other.
Among the hawkers were those selling incense and candles, some selling dandan noodles, some selling pastries, some selling vegetarian buns, some selling children's masks and candied haws...
The foothills of Bailong Temple are bustling with traffic and people, making it one of the liveliest and most prosperous areas in Fucheng. You can even see many monks going in and out of shops to collect rent.
This large street market at the foot of Bailong Temple Mountain is the industry of Bailong Temple.
Seeing the bustle in front of the Buddhist temple, Master Huizhen frowned.
Buddhism is a place of purity.
This fussy businessman and philistine face disturbed the peace of the Buddha and made it difficult for the monks in the Buddhist temple to calm down and practice Buddhism and the Buddha's heart.
I'm afraid all this Buddha's heart has gone into money's eyes.
"Since I entered the Chengguo Temple in the capital to meditate on higher Buddhism, it has been more than ten spring and autumn years. The current Bailong Temple is no longer the Bailong Temple that I was familiar with more than ten years ago. Today's Bailong Temple has changed.
It smells like copper."
Master Huizhen looked at the monks collecting rent from each shop, shook his head and sighed, simply turning his head out of sight. He climbed up the stairs, stepping on the stone steps, climbing to the Bailong Temple on the top of the mountain.
Bailong Temple occupies a large area and is built in a majestic and magnificent manner. The tall pavilions with yellow walls and golden tiles are like palaces, which are exquisite and exquisite.
Those gold tiles are shining with golden light in the sun, as if they have arrived at the legendary Buddhist palace where gold is everywhere.
Just the first sight will shock people's minds and feel majestic. People are baptized in the light of Buddha, everything is emptied, and they marvel at the wonders of heaven and earth.
People can't help but feel admiration and worship, as if they have really arrived at the holy land of Buddhism.
The so-called gold tiles are made of polished copper sheets, and there are also tiles covered with gold foil or red gold. Under the eaves of the gold tile roof, there are also hanging treasures, treasure plates, cloud patterns, Dharma bells, etc.
Something to ward off evil and avoid evil.
This building with a golden tile roof is also called "Golden Dome" in Buddhism.
Also called "Buddha's Light".
Buddha's light shines everywhere.
Save all sentient beings.
The world is a sea of suffering.
Everyone is drowned in the sea.
Everyone wants to jump out of the sea of suffering and reach the other side of the heart.
Therefore, the deeper the worldly obsession, the deeper people are in the sea of suffering, the more they worship ghosts and gods and the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
It is still daytime, and the incense in Bailong Temple is very strong. In front of the incense burners in various main halls, small halls, and squares, there are crowds of women from wealthy families, scholars, laymen, princes, squires, and more ordinary people who come here to burn incense and worship Buddha and pray for blessings.
them.
Even the plaque on Bailong Temple has large gilt characters. It makes sense that the incense of Bailong Temple can last forever.
Before Master Huizhen entered the White Dragon Temple, he was stopped by the monk guarding the gate of the White Dragon Temple: "I wonder what the name of this master is?"
"Which monastery does it come from?"
"You came to visit me at Bailong Temple this time. Are you here to look for someone or do you have something to do? If you are looking for someone, may there be an invitation or letter for the visit?"
The monk was very polite.
There is no neglect or arrogance.
Master Huizhen saw that he was stopped outside the temple door, so he took out the official certificate from his cassock and handed it to the other monk: "When I became a monk in Bailong Temple, my dharma name was Huizhen."
"Huizhen?" The monk looked suspicious.
"Have any of you heard of it?"
"I've never heard of this senior's name in the temple."
"Never heard of it."
"I haven't heard of it either."
Listening to the conversation between the junior monks in front of him, Master Huizhen’s mind of meditating Buddha began to ripple: “Amitabha, as expected, things have changed and people have changed. After more than ten years, no one recognizes me, an old monk. I didn’t expect that in ten
If I go back home after a few years, I will be turned away."
The wanderer returns home.
But he couldn't even enter the house.
Master Huizhen's words can't be described as full of suffering, but full of emotion.
Although the monks in front of them didn't know who Huizhen was, they all knew how to read. When they saw the words "Zhenguo Temple" on the official certificate, they were all shocked.
Someone immediately ran into Bailong Temple. Not long after, the common people who came to Bailong Temple to offer incense saw that in Bailong Temple, they usually did not meet once to ask for fortune-telling and fortune-telling. A group of eminent monks who usually lived in seclusion were holding in their hands.
With his cassock at the hem, he hurried out of Bailong Temple with an expression of ecstasy.
Then under the surprised and astonished eyes of the people, the common people saw that all the eminent monks in Bailong Temple were respectfully going out to greet an old monk.
In the end, the old monk was greeted by the senior monks of Bailong Temple all the way to the private residence in the temple, while the people who gathered around to watch the excitement were turned away.
Private restricted area, outsiders are strictly prohibited from intruding.
Bailong Temple is built like a small palace. Along the way Master Huizhen walked, you can see carved beams and painted buildings and white marble everywhere. It is grand and majestic. Bailong Temple is full of wealth.
"Junior Brother Huizhen, among all our brothers and sisters, you were the only one with the highest Buddha nature among us. You all entered the Huguo Temple in the capital to practice intensively and profoundly in Buddhism."
"On the contrary, several of our senior brothers, who are not good at Buddhism and cannot completely cut off the dust roots, have stayed in the Bailong Temple in Fucheng all their lives. The oil has dried up and the lamp has dried up. Feng Lao Can Zhu, Feng Lao Can Zhu, was ordained and became a monk in the same year.
There were more than thirty people in Bailong Temple, and now there are only five of us left... Alas, time flies by, and time makes us grow old, and we can no longer accept aging."
The speaker was an old monk who was very old and his legs were a little unsteady when he walked.
His face is covered with black and gray age spots.
It is estimated that the oil is exhausted and the life is approaching.
"No wonder Senior Brother Huizhen was willing to give up even the abbot. Senior Brother Huizhen had already had great ambitions, and his ambition was not to live in the remote Wuzhou Prefecture." This time the speaker was an old monk with a slightly hunchbacked name.
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"Jingcheng Guo Temple has countless Buddhist sutras and wonderful scriptures. It is a holy place that countless Buddhist disciples yearn for. Senior Brother Huizhen was the first person among us brothers in wisdom to be able to go to Jingcheng Guo Temple to continue to practice Buddhism and Buddha nature.
, It’s not surprising at all. It’s just that after more than ten years of separation, it has become increasingly difficult to exchange letters. I wonder how far Senior Brother Huizhen has practiced Buddhism now.”
Another old monk from Bailong Temple said, his voice was rougher, he was the youngest among several old monks, and he was an old monk in his seventies.
After wandering around the private residence of Bailong Temple, the group came to a Zen room and sat down one after another.
Master Huizhen dealt with everyone's many problems one by one with a kind face.
In fact, these people are not his master and brothers.
They were the same group of people who became ordained and entered the Bailong Temple together in the same year.
But as time goes by, all the old friends have died, and only a few of them are left.
"Huiyan, where is Junior Brother Huichi? Why don't you see my two junior brothers greeting me?" Master Huizhen looked around at the old monks surrounding him and asked doubtfully.
This Hui Yan and Hui Chi are the junior disciples of the same master as him.
None of his fellow juniors came out to greet him.
On the contrary, people from other halls came out to greet him with great joy.
"Junior brother Huizhen, you are here at an unlucky time. Junior brothers Hui Yan and Hui Chi happen to be in the barrier of life and death because their time is approaching, and they want to break through the realm."
Several old monks explained.
At this time, these old monks, together with a large group of disciples and disciples, numbering dozens of people, welcomed the return of Master Huizhen in a grand manner, interrupting Master Huizhen's thoughts. Master Huizhen responded to those questions one by one.
Respectful greetings from the juniors.
"Chanyuan, come here, I have met your Master Huizhen." The old monk with age spots on his face, who is Master Huizhen's brother, raised his hand and waved to the crowd while introducing his disciples.
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"Junior brother Huizhen, this Chanyuan is my close disciple. Hahaha, I see you in Chanyuan back then. You are also extremely talented and profound in Buddha nature. His ability to understand Buddhism and Buddhist scriptures is better than ours."
Several old monks who are hundreds of years old together are more knowledgeable. They are born to be beautiful and suitable for practicing Sakyamuni Buddhism."
"Haha, it should be said that Zen is far more outstanding than Junior Brother Huizhen's talent when you were young. He is born with the heart of the Three Lotuses Buddha, has three hearts in his body, is born with divine power, and has vast Buddhist dharma. So I gave him the name of Zen
Far away, I, as a disciple, am destined to walk the Buddhist path farther than us frail old monks, to find the other shore of my Buddha."
This monk named Chanyuan is very young.
He is about twenty years old and has a calm demeanor.
His skin is bronze, with a slight topaz texture, like amber jade, and his body is strong and strong. His strong body is full of amazing strength. He is not fair and clean like ordinary monks, with a fat head and big ears. From this look, he shows that he has practiced kung fu.
Awesome warrior monk.
But he has a graceful demeanor, his eyes are like stars, and his forehead is bright as if there is Buddha light shining faintly under his bronze skin. He does not look like an ordinary warrior monk, but a Buddhist monk with Buddha light hidden in his eyes, who has practiced Buddhism to a profound and mysterious realm.
Chanyuan handed him a cup of filial piety tea.
Master Huizhen took the tea and took a sip: "It is indeed the most beautiful jade in the world."
At this time, the younger and more energetic old monk asked out of curiosity: "Senior Brother Huizhen came all the way from the capital to Wuzhou Mansion. Why is it that only Senior Brother Huizhen came?"
"I wonder why Senior Brother Huizhen came to Bailong Temple?"