Ning Xin was still leading the way unhurriedly, but Luo Han was sensitively aware that this middle-aged monk, who had a calm demeanor, was methodical no matter what he did, and had a very decent smile, seemed to have less energy than before.
A kind of estrangement and alienation becomes more natural.
Between him and Ning Xin, the atmosphere of pure reception quietly changed. At this time, Ning Xin no longer looked like a disciple of a famous sect, but rather like a lonely friend who had just welcomed his friend.
During the visit, even the steps quietly became a little lighter.
Luo Han liked this change very much, and he continued to talk to Ning Xin intentionally or unintentionally. Of course, he also asked some interesting things that happened in the past pharmaceutical research meetings. For example, which two medicinal companies like to fight against each other the most, and which one
Herbal collectors often bring good products, and which disciples in the temple often show up.
Because there is no need to worry about leaking the secrets of the temple, Ning Xin's answers become more and more relaxed and comfortable, and her calm eyes also quietly reveal a little more relief and recognition from the side that Luo Han cannot see.
of smile.
After Ning Xin walked in a twists and turns for about a few minutes, Luo Han walked around several ancient and majestic halls. Luo Han didn't have a chance to see the name of the hall, and he didn't know where it was. He just saw people coming and going in the hall.
All kinds of incense people, rich or poor, and then smelling the strong or light smell of burning incense in the air, even Luo Han, who has always been very adaptable, can't help but frown.
What happened today? There were so many people offering incense, several times more than the previous two days.
Monk Ning Xin, who was leading the way, seemed to be aware of Luo Han's displeasure, and turned back with a smile, with a smile of understanding in his eyes: "Our temple's lottery is still somewhat effective. Those medicinal dealers can't possibly do it on their own."
If you carry it yourself, you always need to find some porters.
These porters would bring the medicinal materials to the designated place in our temple, and they would come here to burn incense, not only to express their gratitude, but also to pray. Some old medicinal farmers would also bring their nephews out to see them. Therefore, today's people are more likely to visit than usual.
Come, there will inevitably be more."
This answer is quite honest and is no longer formulaic as when we first met.
Luo Han laughed dumbly and no longer worried about this matter.
After bypassing another main hall, Monk Ning Xin led Luo Han to a secluded side door on the mountain behind it.
There are two middle-aged monks in Tsing Yi guarding the simple wooden door.
Ning Xin stepped forward and clasped her palms together: "Ning Xin has met Master Mingshen and Master Mingxing!"
Rohan's heart moved.
Mingzi generation?
In other words, these two green-robed monks are both members of the generation of Master Duan Xiangyuan’s named master, Master Mingjing.
He subconsciously looked at the eyes and skin of the two monks, and then secretly felt frightened.
Worthy of being the only Buddhist sect among the four great sects, these two green-robed monks have divine light in their eyes, clear but not bright, dark but not floating, and their simple skin reveals a divine light.
, if it weren’t for his extraordinary eyesight, he really wouldn’t be able to see it.
If we talk about internal strength alone, the depth and clarity of his mind are probably even stronger than those of his great master, Duan Haiming.
The taller monk in green looked at Luo Han: "Another newcomer?"
Ning Xin's smile was respectful but calm: "This is Senior Brother Duan's disciple, Luo Han, the benefactor from Shenhai City. His name is Gongjin Marketing, which also deals in medicinal materials, so Uncle Reincarnation Master specially invited him to come and take a look."
He then introduced the tall green-robed monk to Luo Han: "This is Master Mingshen, who is from the same hometown as Master Mingjing. This is Master Mingxing, the second disciple of Master Chen Yuan's uncle!"
"Master Nephew Duan? That Master Nephew Duan Xiangyuan, who is very good at treating tumors and was born in the Yulong Duan family?" It was the tall monk in green who asked again.
Luo Han couldn't help but smile: "I didn't expect Master to be so famous for his ability to treat tumors."
He responded calmly: "My master is Duan Xiangyuan."
Monk Mingxing looked at him seriously: "I heard the master mention you, saying that you are very smart, have good skills, and have deep blessings. Unfortunately, you are not suitable to be a disciple of our Jinshan Temple."…
Luo Han sweated slightly in his heart and said modestly: "I have too many worldly affairs and are too involved. In fact, I admire the eminent monks of your temple very much." Anyway, he also wanted to have a good relationship with Jinshan Temple, so he used polite words on the scene.
You won't lose a piece of meat just by saying it.
Monk Mingshen looked at Luo Han carefully, then nodded slowly, showing a kind smile: "You are very good, better than your master! Go in! The medicine research meeting will not start until a few more minutes!"
Luo Han thanked him with a smile and walked through the wooden door under the guidance of Ning Xin.
Then, he was stunned.
Outside the wooden door, you have already left Jinshan Temple.
There is a bluestone road that runs straight parallel to the tall temple wall of Jinshan Temple, close to the withered yellow mountain with a hint of light green, and stretches horizontally for nearly 100 meters, and then turns to the left.
Rohan walked to the end of the cobblestone road in confusion, looked to his left, and saw an elegant two-story monastery built entirely of bamboo, hidden behind a dense mountain.
This monastery is like the big mountain Jinshan suddenly opened a small mouth to bite it. Moreover, the split in the mountain is very strange, and it does not seem to be a natural formation.
On the door of the monastery, there is a huge plaque hanging, which reads "Hui Jing Tang".
A circle of familiar medicinal herbs neatly and orderly surrounds the outside of the monastery, isolating the dense and slightly yellow weeds on the hillside, causing Luo Han to subconsciously pay more attention.
They are river white grass, melon seed gold, dragon grass and unicorn lotus that can repel snakes and insects.
It is just the beginning of spring, and the spring is cold. This is not the season when the dragon-killing grass should bloom. But now, I don’t know what method the monks of Jinshan Temple used to make the dragon-killing grass bloom. It seems to be to highlight this monastery.
The golden petals of dragon-killing grass are particularly brilliant and dazzling in the deep and shallow green, just like the smiling face of the sun in the sky, warm, enthusiastic, and with a unique sense of security.
Ning Xin stopped dozens of meters away from the door of the monastery, turned around and explained gently: "Forty years ago, our temple had an amazingly talented elder who had reached the Arhat realm in Buddhism.
An elder had a dispute over something and created a huge vacancy in the mountain here. Due to its strong destructive power, no grass could grow. Later, the director of Jingtai built the "Hui Jing Hall" here.
"Ah?..." Luo Han, who was admiring the beautiful scenery of Dragon-Slaying Grass, was suddenly filled with shock and his breathing almost stopped.
Just two people fighting, can they actually create a space equivalent to three basketball courts in such a hard mountain?
Wouldn't that be more powerful than explosives?
Was the destructive power of Jinshan Temple and Maoshan Sect once so strong?
"But, I have also fought with that Taoist priest Xuanqing, but I didn't think he was that powerful?" At least, Xuanqing didn't beat him away.
And Xuan Qing is already considered one of the few masters of the Maoshan Sect.
Or is it because of the lack of spiritual energy in heaven and earth that the strength of today's Xuanmen disciples has plummeted?
After being stunned for a while, Luo Han couldn't help but said: "Then...where is that senior now?"