Taizu, the founder of the Yun Kingdom, highly praised Buddhism and applied it effectively. Everyone in the Yun Kingdom respected Buddhism.
In such an environment, Ganye Temple, which is also a royal temple, naturally has a lot of heritage.
The majestic mountain gate stands at the foot of the mountain and stretches to the white stone jade steps of the temple in the mountain. It is unknown how much people have spent on it. The incense burned in the temple caused green smoke to curl up. Under the morning sun, the green smoke was like clouds in the mountains, drifting with the wind.
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A middle-aged man walked straight down from the carriage.
The middle-aged man has an ordinary appearance, a little thin, and a very carefully groomed beard around his mouth. He has an extraordinary demeanor, but he is dressed in luxurious and exaggerated clothes, which makes people's impressions greatly reduced.
The most eye-catching thing is the black folding fan in the man's hand.
Even in the middle of winter, I carried a folding fan with me, which seemed to others to be a bit pretentious.
But in the eyes of those who are interested, that jet-black folding fan, with its ribs made of fine iron and a surface that does not look like satin, has a hint of edge at the top. It is a weapon that can kill people silently.
The middle-aged man looked up at the Ganye Temple nestled in the mountain peaks in front of him. With a slight mockery in his eyes, he said:
"What a Ganye Temple! Over the past six hundred years, I have been working closely with the royal family, and I have built up a solid foundation!"
At this time, several people in Tsing Yi who had been waiting here quickly stepped forward, saluted the middle-aged man respectfully, and said:
"Mr. Iron!"
The middle-aged man called Mr. Tie looked at the men in Tsing Yi and said in a deep voice:
"Have you been tested?"
The leading man in Tsing Yi immediately raised his hands and said:
"That guy was just talking nonsense before, but his behavior was normal. But half a month ago, he started to become more and more stupid. His subordinates tried many times, but they didn't find any flaws!"
Mr. Tie opened the folding fan in his hand with a "pop" sound, shook it gently, and sneered:
"Such a coincidence? Come on, I have to go and have a look!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Tie raised his steps slightly, and the others were stunned. His figure had already landed on the stone steps in the mountain. Then with another flicker, he had disappeared from everyone's sight. His amazing lightness skills were clearly revealed.
All the people in green clothes looked at each other and quickly used their Qinggong skills. A few of them swept over and chased Mr. Tie.
A few moments later, Mr. Tie was extremely fast, bringing up a strong wind, and suddenly stopped in front of the gate of Ganye Temple.
From the bottom of the mountain, you can feel that Ganye Temple is huge. But only when you really stand in front of the temple can you better understand its profound heritage accumulated from six hundred years of sharing weal and woe with the Yun Kingdom.
The temple occupies a very large area, and there are countless pavilions and pavilions. Standing in front of the temple, you can only see the red walls and black tiles, the steep eaves of the pavilions, the tops are paved with colored glaze, and they are resplendent in the morning sun.
The green smoke from the incense curled up, the golden light came into view, and the solemn voice of Zhuang Ya's chanting came to my ears. It was like a holy land for spiritual practice, a Buddha land on earth!
"Amitabha, Iron Donor is the only one who has mastered the cicada-catching step that is so popular among martial arts to such a level!"
The sudden words brought Mr. Tie, who was slightly stunned, back to his senses.
An old monk wearing cassocks and a solemn appearance was standing in front of the temple gate, with his hands clasped together, and he gave a slight Buddhist salute to Mr. Tie.
Mr. Tie took a look at the old monk, folded the folding fan in his hand, bent slightly, and saluted respectfully:
"It turns out to be the Great Master Huikai. I have heard of the Great Master's name for a long time, and I just came here today to pay my respects. I hope you will forgive me!"
The rules of Ganye Temple are slightly different from those of the nearby temples. This is the royal temple of the Yun Kingdom, and every generation has royal children who become monks on behalf of the emperor.
Since he is a monk on behalf of the emperor, his status cannot be low. Therefore, in Ganye Temple, the abbot of each generation can naturally only be the children of the royal family who became a monk on behalf of the emperor.
Over the past hundreds of years, the name of the abbot of Ganye Temple has become an empty title, and the real person in charge of Ganye Temple in each generation is the monk with the title of "Great Master".
This Great Master Huikai is the actual person in charge of Ganye Temple in this generation.
"This is the first time the donor has come here. How about following the old monk and taking a look at the scene in the temple?" Hui Kai said with a chuckle.
Mr. Tie's eyes flashed slightly, then he waved his hand with a smile and declined:
"I don't dare to disturb the great master's Qingxiu. The emperor is fasting in the temple now, so he must pay his respects first. I hope the master will forgive me for being rude."
When he heard that he was declined, Huikai remained calm and still smiled. Then he bowed and got out of the way. He raised his hand in a gesture of invitation and said:
"In that case, how about asking Iron Donor to do what he wants?"
"The Archmage is welcome!"
The two of them were polite for a while, saluting each other, and then Mr. Tie walked straight into the temple.
Looking at Mr. Tie, who was walking towards the place where the emperor was fasting like a familiar road, Huikai stood there, his smile faded, and his expression became serious.
Outside the Buddhist hall, many guards who saw Mr. Tie approaching hurriedly raised their hands and saluted, and said in unison:
"I've met Mr. Iron!"
Mr. Tie nodded slightly, as a sign of agreement, and then quickened his pace slightly, arrived in front of the Buddhist hall, and looked inside.
In the Buddhist hall, Xiao Cheng was seen sitting cross-legged on a futon, with his body stretched out, his head slightly tilted forward, his mouth unconsciously opened, and his eyes blankly looking at the Buddha statue hanging in front of him.
After just one glance, Mr. Tie felt a sense of stupidity coming over him.
Mr. Tie frowned, turned around, pointed at Xiao Cheng, and said to the guards:
"How long have these signs been present? Has anyone ever come to visit before?"
When the guards heard this, they all shook their heads and said:
"When I was first sent here, my behavior, words and deeds were a little weird."
"Yes, it's just that in the past half month, it has become more and more serious."
"I swear on my life that no one will come during this period!"
Seeing the categorical words of the guards, Mr. Tie nodded and motioned to the guards to stay here. He walked straight into the Buddhist hall alone.
After standing next to Xiao Cheng for a long time, Mr. Tie narrowed his eyes when looking at Xiao Cheng who had no reaction to him. After a moment, he reached out and patted Xiao Cheng's shoulder and whispered:
"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness?"
After calling twice, Xiao Cheng turned his head blankly, stared at Mr. Tie for a long time, and then said:
"Who are you?"
Mr. Tie carefully looked at Xiao Cheng's behavior, and then said with a warm smile:
"Your Highness, Caomin Tie Shengwen is here to visit His Highness."
When Xiao Cheng heard this, he blinked his eyes, as if he didn't remember it, and asked:
"What kind of writing is it?"
"Caomin Tie Shengwen!" Mr. Tie bowed again and said.
"Iron Sage what?"
"Iron Holy Text!"
"What sacred text?"
Mr. Tie's hand holding the folding fan tightened suddenly, and then he took a deep breath, forced a smile, stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Cheng's arm, and said warmly:
"Your Highness, it's better to get up and talk!"
Mr. Tie took advantage of the opportunity to help Xiao Cheng up and put his right hand on his pulse. A trace of undetectable internal force took advantage of the opportunity and flowed into Xiao Cheng's body.
The meridians are stagnant and the body is extremely fragile, not even as good as a ten-year-old child. The heart fire is strong, the brain qi is weak, the qi is stagnant and the phlegm fire is stagnant, the yin and yang are imbalanced, and the liver, gallbladder, heart and spleen are damaged, which is exactly the pulse pattern of the disease of stupidity.
Mr. Tie suddenly looked at Xiao Cheng with a suspicious look on his face.