The winding ancient mountain road is mottled under the fallen leaves, and the bluestones that have been stepped on by countless people are clearly visible. Just by turning around, you can see the magnificent hall built along the mountain, vaguely buried in the shadows of the trees along the road.

The sound of bells and chimes was extremely quiet, and in the deep and winding corridors of the ancient temple, the sound of sudden footsteps resounded, rustling deep into the Zen room and monastery.

The disturbance of small footsteps made the breeze in the corridor of the temple suddenly noisy, as if a drop of spring water fell into a deep and calm pool, and also made an old monk who had entered meditation open his eyes - he saw the embers on the curling incense sticks.

Falling suddenly, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

"Amitabha. In such a hurry, where has your practice gone?"

The old monk stood up and pushed out of the room. He saw the young monk walking in a hurry from the corner of his eye. He sang a Buddha's call to him in a low voice, and then spoke earnestly.

"Pinzhao, the host asked you to serve as a guest monk as soon as you entered the temple, just to polish off your irritable temper. When the anger subsides, the Bodhi will show up. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes...Uncle Master Jingjing."

The young monk, who was sweating profusely and had a darker complexion, was stunned for a moment when he was suddenly called from behind. He wiped his stubbled scalp, looking a little at a loss.

It wasn't until the old monk pointed behind him that the young monk turned around and realized that he had left a string of black shoe prints at the door of the monk's house because he had taken a shortcut in the garden.

The young monk smiled sheepishly, and then he remembered that he should clasp his hands in respect, and quickly walked to the edge of the corridor to wipe the dust off the soles of the Arhat's shoes, and then he hurriedly spoke, hiding his guilt, but his accent was a bit jerky.

"Uncle, I was helping senior brother Mentou sweep the mountain gate, and suddenly I saw two people coming outside the temple. I was eager to report to Abbot Hongbian, and then..."

The old monk didn't wait for him to finish his words, then lowered his eyelids and said: "It doesn't matter, you are new to this temple and don't know what's going on. Monk Yunshui is just here to pay orders, just take him to Yunshuitang branch to join Liao Yuan. Now the abbot is practicing hard.

Jie, why do you have to disturb the abbot’s holy life?”

The old monk in the Great Purity could not bear it, saying that some trivial matter was not of any importance, so he waved away the photo and was about to turn around. However, the young monk hesitated for a moment and actually stood still, hesitatingly explaining.

"But...two distinguished guests came to the door..."

The Great Pure Monk was unmoved when he heard the sound. He even turned his head and said, "No need to say more. There is no need to talk about the difference between high and low in front of the Buddha. Even if the abbot of another temple comes to visit, there is no need to do so. The name and appearance are not extinguished. After all, you are still the same."

I don’t practice enough.”

Seeing that the other person was talking about practicing cultivation, the young monk couldn't help but cursed that he had only been in the temple for a month and how could he practice. In his desperation, he even grabbed the other person's monk's robe, sweating profusely and said something about the figure of the old monk.

A shock.

"But the two people who came...are a man and a woman..."

The old monk turned around suddenly when he heard this.

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The two vigorous and tall pines and cypresses at the entrance of the temple are lush and green, and the scorching sun at noon shines brightly on the huge plaque inscribed with the name of the temple "Zhu Guoxitan Zen Temple".

The temperature is rising with the midday sun, but the wide gate is closed tightly. Only white lines can be seen on the low wall on the left side of the temple gate, and some vines are using their unyielding vitality to grow thousands of times.

They twist and turn to fight against the hard stones, boasting their victory to the years.

"We have been waiting at the temple gate for so long, and they haven't even opened the door yet. Do we have to keep waiting?"

Luo Shuang'er was still dressed in white, and her appearance was beautiful even without any makeup. Although she was a little young, her eyes were full of demure and graceful luster. She was standing with Jiang Wen under the plum tree outside the temple gate.

"Sister Shuang, don't worry. You see, this temple is so majestic. But when other houses opened their doors, they closed the gate unexpectedly. It's as quiet as a ruin. It must have unique confidence. It must be the real Buddha here.

The place where Yun Zen meditation is practiced..."

Jiang Wen, who was hanging by one arm, looked very determined, and he had no pressure to match up with Luo Shuang'er's brother and sister. According to him, he had to be perfect when acting. If he didn't call himself natural, his flaws would definitely be seen at critical moments.

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"Besides, I have already inquired about the details of dozens of temples on Jizu Mountain. After much deliberation, only the Sidan Temple in front of me is the most suitable. The young monk just ran to report it, so we might as well wait for him.

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The words were followed by waiting. No one could have imagined that such a magnificent temple would be hidden in this dense mountain forest. It was like a gold ingot sunk into a deep pool, its existence shining brightly, attracting others to stop and marvel.

If tourists hadn't bumped into it in broad daylight, they would have thought that they were in the Qionglouyunge, a fairyland, or that they had stepped into a fantasy land where foxes, monsters, and monsters had malicious intentions.

The two of them came here, naturally, for a special purpose.

You must know that there are many temples on Jizu Mountain, such as Jiulian Temple, Fangguang Temple, Jinyi Temple, and Shizhong Temple. They are all jungles with prosperous incense and thousands of pilgrims. The scale is not inferior to the Sidan Temple in front of you. Among them, the history

Those who have been around for a long time have even gone so far, but after Jiang Wen thought about it for a long time, he decided to come here.

First of all, the fundamental goal of him and Luo Shuang'er is to get close to various dignitaries, and then use their light to return to Guangzhou. Large temples with great incense are often favored by businessmen. Even though these people appear to be wealthy, they may not really be able to help them.

Own.

This Xitan Zen Temple was built in Jizu Mountain during the Dingsi period of Wanli Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty when Mu Zeng, the local magistrate of Lijiang, prayed for his mother's longevity.

It was repaired, and the plaque hanging above the door was even personally written by Emperor Tianqi. It is now the only royal temple on the mountain.

Even though the dynasty has changed, the Binchuan area is still controlled by the Mu family. As long as the Mu family in Lijiang survives, the Xitan Temple will be the only official temple in Jizu Mountain, and the number of believers who come and go there will definitely be larger than usual.

The temple is even more expensive.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Secondly, Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er are now penniless and only plan to eat and drink in the autumn wind. Naturally, they also want to find a family that is more respectable and less considerate.

If you stay in a temple that is short of money, you can at least eat and drink better during these ten days and a half, and you can also avoid the temple asking you to charge money to expose your secrets.

From this point of view, it cost more than ten thousand taels of silver to build this Xitan Zen Temple. It is not only the family temple of Dali Chieftain Mu’s family, but also their face. It is said that there are 3,000 acres of fertile land at the foot of the mountain as temple property.

I must have lived a life of great wealth and wealth on weekdays. I was just two people. If I could sneak into the group of pilgrims in this Zen temple, it would be just an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, and naturally it would be less likely to be noticed.

In the end, Jiang Wen chose Xitan Temple, and he also took a fancy to the Mu family, the local magistrate of Lijiang, standing behind him. Mu Zeng, the father of this family, claimed to be a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, but now his son Mu Yi is in charge. Although he

Last year, the 16th year of Shunzhi surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, but there were many conflicts with Wu Sangui, who wanted to control Yunnan. He could only maintain the superficial hierarchy, and overt and covert fights were inevitable.

The unharmonious relationship between the Mu family and Wu Sangui means that Xitan Temple will not have any contact with the Pingxi King lineage. By hiding here, he and Luo Shuang'er can naturally avoid a lot of trouble caused by the Qing court, and the possibility of identity exposure is also greatly reduced.

, this operation can be called killing three birds with one stone. Every time he thinks about this, Jiang Wen can't help but be proud of his own cleverness.

Not long after, the heavy temple door was pushed open a crack, and the sun shone on the little monk Pinzhao's head and face, causing beads of sweat to form. Even when he spoke, he was out of breath from running.

"Two donors, come with me, come with me..."

Jiang Wen glanced at Luo Shuang'er, showing an expression that he had everything under control, and immediately stepped into this Zen temple built on the mountain.

The Xitan Temple is large in scale, and the road can be said to be a thousand twists and turns. The three of them passed by the Wanshou Hall behind the mountain gate, looking at Shigu Peak as they headed north. They also passed many vermilion lacquer halls and high and low walls before leaving the main hall building.

The group was getting further and further away - Jiang Wen knew that this was to separate the monks and laymen. After all, some dignitaries would come with their female relatives to offer incense, and it was really inconvenient to meet a group of monks in front of each other on weekdays.

The three of them walked around in this way and came to a particularly quiet and elegant courtyard located among the bamboo forest. Jiang Wen followed the young monk and looked around. With his extraordinary eyesight, he could naturally spot this quiet courtyard.

There are three guest rooms in the north, south, east and west. They are all strictly guarded and do not seem to have people moving around.

"Two donors, you will stay here for the next few days. There will be people offering food every day. If you need it, Tang Mu can also tell the young monk. If you want to burn incense and worship, let the junior monk's incense-burning brother guide you."

Pinzhao took out the key from his waist and opened the two side-by-side doors. He saw that the flat guest room was fully equipped with tables, chairs and bedding. Although the furnishings were not gorgeous, they had a sense of ancient times. After a few instructions, it was really

It shows the unique rules and demeanor of a large temple.

Jiang Wen understood at this time that this young novice monk was probably the Zhaoke monk of Sittan Temple. He would do things for the living room and Zhike on weekdays. He was responsible for taking care of the monks and lay guests, cleaning the guest rooms, etc. However, this living room was too luxurious.

He and Luo Shuang'er were just two people, and they were able to monopolize such a large yard.

Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er looked at each other, clasped their hands and said to the young monk: "Thank you so much, young master, but I don't know why this living room seems so empty? If there is still room, we don't mind squeezing in with other pilgrims."

Squeeze, of course you have to squeeze.

Although this living room is quiet and quiet, it is too remote. You can't even see a ghost when it gets dark. Normally, with the size of Sittan Temple, there are usually ten or twenty people staying overnight. The two of them came here to get to know each other.

Human beings, if they are left alone here for ten days and a half, wouldn't this be a waste of time?

It can be seen that sometimes being kind is not necessarily a good thing.

But Jiang Wen never expected that the young monk in front of him, who had listened carefully to the end, would show a panicked expression, and his voice that had just calmed down would start to falter again.

"Donor, almsgiver, this little monk has no right to make the decision. Why don't you go ask Abbot Hongbian later..."

Jiang Wen looked at him with some surprise. He dared to blame the abbot for such a trivial matter. What is the identity of this young monk?

"Little master, what do you mean by this?"

Little monk Pinzhao also looked at him with big eyes and small eyes. After a while, he patted his forehead and said in a slightly weird accent: "Oh, it's my fault that I forgot to mention it. Abbot Hongbian has something to say, and he wants to talk to him."

When you two meet, if you are ready to pack up, then go with the young monk..."

Jiang and Luo didn't bring any luggage when they went out this time, so it was naturally polite to pack up. The most important thing was that the abbot wanted to see them. Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Xitan Temple's

The abbot suddenly wants to meet with him.

Luo Shuang'er glanced at Jiang Wen slightly, as if asking him what was going on and whether he had made any arrangements secretly.

"Thank you, young master. It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Since the abbot invites you, let's go there now."

Jiang Wen agreed with a normal expression.

Naturally, he didn't know why the other party treated him so grandly, but instead of making endless guesses here, it would be better to go and ask him in person - in the end, he is just a monk leader, and he would not be so pretentious as to lay out ten delicacies.

In the eight-bronze human formation, five hundred knife-axe monks were placed inside the wall to break cups as a sign, and they would be chopped into pieces in an instant.

Pinzhao seemed to be relieved, and a smile appeared on his dark face: "That's great, two donors, then come with the young monk!"

Just like that, the two people, whose chairs were still hot, stood up again and followed the young monk in a circle around the buildings of Xitan Temple. It was hot at noon, and the scorching sun was relentlessly scorching the forest.

, the fumigating wind also carries the smell of vegetation and juice, making people feel even hotter without realizing it.

The temple built on the mountain is full of various steps. The dark-skinned Pinzhao does not seem to be Han Chinese. His legs are already strong, but unfortunately he is still tired and sweating all over his body.

But while Pinzhao was sweating hot, Jiang Wen was sweating cold. As he walked in the Xitan Temple, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. He always felt that something was wrong, and many
To be continued...