Chapter 123

I don't know what kind of Zen the middle-aged monk is practicing and what kind of Buddha he respects. According to the monk's clothes he wears, his status in the north building should not be low. I didn't expect that such a high-ranking monk broke the false language precept on the first face with us.

I stifled the smile in my heart, looked as usual, and said, "the monk's lie is like a layer of window paper, which will be broken when stabbed... According to the master's meaning just now, I think this man is in your temple."

His old face turned red and he was so ashamed that he recited the Buddha's name and said, "I don't know what a Taoist friend said."

"It's easy." I finally couldn't hold back, and a smile came on my face. Of course, I didn't take the opportunity to sarcasm. "According to the master's words just now, you firmly believe that we have never met this Zhiyuan monk by virtue of your words of distance, so you insist that there is no such person in your temple. However, how can you be sure that you have never met before?"

The middle-aged monk blurted out, "the Tao doesn't ask about longevity. Forgive me. According to the monk's eyesight, the two little Taoist friends are up to 20 years old. I have been converted to my Buddha since I was a monk and accompanied by green lanterns for decades. I haven't seen them before. Naturally, I can be sure that they have never met the person you are looking for."

"Ha ha, you monk are ridiculous." Jiang Yilong took the words and said: "My younger martial brother just told a lie about his family. It broke like window paper. Unexpectedly, he made a simple detour and exposed your lie. That is to say, you know this Zhiyuan monk. There is another possibility that this Zhiyuan monk hasn't left the hanging temple in the past ten or twenty years."

"Ah..." the middle-aged monk suddenly realized and was busy reciting his sins. "To tell you the truth, there is a monk named Zhiyuan in the temple, and he is my master."

Disciples are so old that Zhiyuan must have reached a high age. But I'm worried that monk Zhiyuan is still alive. Otherwise, our trip will be in vain.

I hurriedly said, "master, forgive me. We don't mean to offend. This trip is a legacy ordered by the teacher."

"Bequeath relics?" the middle-aged monk saluted towards the gate and read a sentence of Amitabha. "Master, the old man has been closed for many years. He has already ordered not to see visitors. It seems a little..."

"He's still alive, that's good..."

The middle-aged monk glared at Jiang Yilong. Jiang Yilong knew he was rash, and the smile on his face immediately sank.

I said, "forgive me, master. I made it clear just now that we came to Xuankong Temple all the way to hand over master's relics. Your master's life can't be violated, and we can't violate our master's life. Therefore, can you please let me know and inform master Zhiyuan of the truth? We will certainly act according to master Zhiyuan's choice at that time."

The middle-aged monk thought a little and said, "otherwise, can I hand over the legacy you want to give to Shifu by my hand? Also, can you report your Shifu's name?"

Jiang Yilong said, "master is notorious for yuan Qiu. As for the relics handed over, my master told us on his deathbed that we must hand them over to master Zhiyuan in person."

The middle-aged monk didn't say a word again and asked the little monk to take us to the wing room for a rest. He informed Zhiyuan about it as soon as possible. It's strange that since Zhiyuan was the master of the middle-aged monk just now, Zhiyuan's name and status must be not low in the hanging Temple. From the information obtained from the eyes and words of the little monk who received us, he seemed to be aware of Zhiyuan's existence know nothing about.

We drank some tea and ate two cakes. We thought it was just a few minutes before and after. However, Jiang Yilong and Bai Ling and I waited for an hour and didn't see the middle-aged monk return.

Jiang Yilong said, "the monk won't play the game of disappearance with us."

Bai Ling said, "the monk can't run away from the temple. We're in the temple now. Besides, he doesn't have to hide from us for this."

I said, "Bai Ling is right. It's just that time has been waiting for a long time."

Roland, led by the guide of the van master, visited the whole hanging temple. Now she hasn't met us yet. She should be thinking of a way to take a souvenir for herself somewhere.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged monk finally appeared in our sight. There was a polite remark that had been waiting for a long time.

"What does Master Zhiyuan mean?"

"Master, please come with me."

We quickly took our backpacks and bags and followed the middle-aged monk. Under his leadership, we left the north building directly and finally withdrew to the Mountain Gate of the hanging temple.

Bai Ling said, "you monk, where are you taking us?"

The middle-aged monk said, "almsgiver, I'm sorry that the monk didn't make it clear in advance. Shifu, the old man, closed his door to clean up in his early years, and the pilgrims in and out of the temple count every day for fear of disturbing Shifu's cleaning up. Therefore, Shifu moved out of the temple a long time ago and built a cottage at the foot of the back mountain."

"I see. No wonder it took you so long to come back." I paused and said hurriedly, "by the way, master, after giving the legacy to master Zhiyuan, we should leave here immediately and come with us. There is another companion. It takes a lot of time to go up and down. It's better to ask you to speak for the branch at that time."

"No harm."

The middle-aged monk asked us to stay where we were. He told it to a little monk in the temple. After a few minutes, he continued to return to our sight and led us down the cliff.

After a period of time, we can clearly see a thatched cottage between the clear mountains and green waters halfway up the mountain. The middle-aged monk Dunbu said, "master, it's my life. The three guests go by themselves, and I'll go back to the temple. After everything is done, we can cross the path and leave in about 20 minutes."

Jiang Yilong and I saluted him and thanked him. After we separated, we went straight along the dangerous road to the cottage at the foot of the mountain.

The door of the thatched cottage is open. Seven or eight meters away, you can see an old monk with a silver beard and ragged robe sitting in a futon meditation. Needless to guess, this old monk is naturally the Zhiyuan monk in the mouth of master yuan Qiu.

We were standing at the gate of the thatched cottage before we had time to report the name. The old monk Zhiyuan suddenly sounded the Buddha's name. There was no Amitabha Buddha in the south. The sound was like a Hong bell. There was a tendency to go straight through the clouds, which made my eardrum hurt. Long ago, I heard master Yuanqiu mention that there is a magic power called Buddha roar in Buddhism, which can shock evil spirits and drive away demons.

"Buddhism is quiet. How can you break in without permission."

The voice was like a bell. Before I could react, Yu Guang saw Bai Ling standing next to me. Suddenly, his face was in pain, like weightlessness and imbalance. His body fell to the ground, his hands tightly covered his ears and rolled on the spot

"Shut up!"

Regardless of others, I roared like a voice and hurriedly helped Bai Ling up. However, her face was very white, her face was painful and distorted, and my heart was angry. I saw the monk Zhiyuan sitting in front of the thatched cottage roar again. "Shut the fuck up."

The voice stopped suddenly. Monk Zhiyuan looked far away and said, "Buddhism is quiet. How can you stay? I want you to be kind and go back quickly."

"You old monk, I kindly asked you to give me things. You don't appreciate it. Now you secretly use magic. You really think there is no one in the Taoism." Jiang Yilong is a little confused, and there is no logic between his words.

It was Jiang Yilong's sentence that interrupted the echoing Buddha's name and made Bai Ling tremble back to me.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!"

"Ask a fart, don't fucking read it again!" Jiang Yilong roared again.

At this moment, Bai Ling's face was bloodless. Her current situation is equivalent to an invisible shackle. We can't help her. I was so angry that I rushed in, stood in front of monk Zhiyuan and hit him with a fist. "I told you not to read it. You can't understand."

"Sin, sin."

"I know my sin, but sin goes back to life. Do you have a tendency to sink like this?"

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

I didn't have that time, and I didn't have that gap. I couldn't care about anything else, when I handed the residual paintings wrapped in my backpack to him. "Master Zhiyuan, the family teacher Yuanqiu told you on his deathbed. You must have a look at this scroll. Things are not things, not things. You can't refer to details."