Chapter 403 Amitabha Temple
“Very good, very good!” Liang Yan chuckled.
The young monk closed the door gently, turned around and ran towards the temple. Liang Yan had not been waiting outside for long when suddenly there were a few hurried footsteps, followed by a creak, and the temple door was slowly opened again.
I saw three young monks walking out from behind the door. They clasped their hands towards Liang Yan, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and said, "Donor Liang has a kind heart. Our uncle is willing to receive the benefactor in the living room."
Liang Yan also put his hands together and saluted: "Thank you!"
He followed the three monks and soon walked into a hall in the temple. He saw a tall monk sitting upright. When he saw Liang Yan, he immediately stood up and saluted, and then said:
< br>"The donor has a great kindness, and the poor monk can't thank you enough."
Liang Yan laughed and said: "Master, it's serious. Liang came here just to seek the protection of the Buddha." "Oh, a little incense and money are all right."
As he spoke, he glanced around and asked casually: "Master, are you the abbot of Amitabha Temple?"
Gao Da. The monk clasped his hands together and replied unhurriedly: "Amitabha, the poor monk's dharma name is Cihang, and the abbot of this temple is the poor monk's senior brother, whose dharma name is Cidu."
Liang Yan nodded and said, "Why don't you see Master Cidu?"
"Haha, it's a long story. The donor is a guest from afar. Please sit down and have a cup of tea before we talk." Cihang hehe smiled.
"Master, you're welcome!"
Liang Yan smiled slightly and sat down with Cihang respectively. Cihang took a sip of tea and slowly said: "Brother abbot is not in the temple, but went to a nearby village."
Liang Yan showed a trace of doubt after hearing this, but did not interrupt Cihang. Hang's words, but waiting for his next words.
Just listen to Cihang continue to say: "Just a few days ago, a village near Yangliupo suddenly lost many livestock for no reason. Some people even said that they saw a black shadow suspected of a monster strutting hair and drinking blood in the village. This incident made people panic. So many villagers went up the mountain to seek help from our Amitabha Temple. My presiding brother has profound Buddhist teachings and has many merits, so naturally he has nothing to fear. He followed the villagers down the mountain that night, and now he is probably living in the village, waiting for the monster to be killed. "
" Monster? "
Liang Yan heard it. He was slightly stunned, but then he realized that the monsters the old monk mentioned were not the real monsters, but some spirits in the mountains and forests.
The land of Nanchui is not bordered by the demon and demon clans, so people from the demon clan are rarely seen. Even if a demon clan comes in, they must hide their heads and tails on weekdays and dare not show their demonic aura at will. Don't even dare to make trouble.
After all, human monks have different views on monsters. Some radical people will kill monsters on sight, regardless of whether you have hurt a human life. The reason is: those who are not of my race must have different minds!
"The monsters that the old monk is talking about are just some birds, beasts, and plants that have become spirits, and they are not from the orthodox monster clan. Although such monsters can also swallow the spiritual energy of the world, their speed is too slow. The human race with two main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians is simply crawling at a snail’s pace.”
Liang Yan thought secretly in his heart for a while, then he smiled and said, "I have long heard that the eminent monks of Amitabha Temple are profound in Buddhist teachings. Since the abbot of your temple has personally come down from the mountain, this monster must be easily captured." "Haha, the donor is wrong." Cihang saw it. What he said was beautiful, and he felt a little happy in his heart. He pondered for a moment, and then repeated Said: "The poor monk has also heard about the purpose of Donor Liang's trip, but what unclean things have he encountered recently?"
"Exactly!" Liang Yan immediately Putting on a look of asking for help, he said: "There are always some inexplicable things happening recently. I'm afraid it's evil." Something is causing trouble, please help me!"
Cihang smiled slightly and said: "Donor Liang, don't panic, the poor monk has a magic weapon in his hand, which was consecrated by my senior brother. The donor only needs to use it. Keep it with you and chant the sutra day and night, and the evil spirits will be destroyed.”
As he spoke, he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and placed them on the table between the two of them. Liang Yan looked sideways and saw that there was faint spiritual energy flowing on the string of sandalwood beads. It seemed to be a spiritual weapon.
In fact, he knew the details of the people in this temple very well since he entered the door. These were ordinary people without any cultivation. Although they had strong Qi and blood, they were only at the level of ordinary warriors.
Only this Master Cihang has a trace of spiritual power flowing in his body, but this spiritual power is too weak, and it is intermittent in his body, even for a large Zhoutian All very difficult to do. To say that this master is at the first level of Qi refining is a bit unqualified.
Liang Yan thought to himself for a moment, feeling that someone must have taught him the qigong method, but it was just a few unfashionable formulas that could not achieve the effect of practice at all. Therefore, this old monk could not even reach the first level of Qi refining throughout his life.
And the string of beads he took out was naturally only slightly contaminated with spiritual energy, and was not a spiritual weapon that had been refined by monks using formal weapon refining techniques.
However, Liang's words would naturally not be expressed. He smiled, took the beads on the table solemnly with both hands, and said thank you: "Master is compassionate, Liang is grateful!"
"Amitabha!"< br>
Cihang announced the Buddha’s name and then started He said: "Donor Liang has a kind heart, and he will naturally be rewarded with blessings. However, our temple has recently closed its doors to thank guests, but we cannot let the donor stay for a long time. Please forgive me."
Although Liang Yan saw him, To put it mildly, but in fact an eviction order has been issued, and I can't help but feel a little strange.
"My ass is not even hot yet, so you drove me out. What is so mysterious about it?"
However, as a pilgrim, he couldn't ask any more questions at this time, so he had to get up and follow a young monk to the Hall of Merit, paid five hundred taels of silver, and then left.
Liang Yan left the temple gate and walked on the mountain road, but his brows furrowed slightly. Five hundred taels of silver was nothing to a cultivator like him, but there was something strange about Amitabha Temple. Even the abbot was not in the temple. Who knew whether what Cihang said was true or false?
However, Liang Yan was helpless about this. Although he had the ability to turn the Amitabha Temple upside down, this matter might not be of any benefit to him. What's more, this is still the territory of the Wu Kingdom. If this move offends the nearby immortal sects or families, wouldn't it just cause more trouble?
Just as Liang Yan was thinking secretly, a vibration suddenly came from the storage bag on his waist. Liang Yan's expression changed slightly, and he reached out and took out a disc spiritual weapon, which was the communication disc he used to communicate with Dumb.
At this time, the red light on the communication tray flashed, but the information transmitted was an accurate location:
"The Temple of Good Death."
(End of Chapter)