Chapter 1654: The Powerful Land of Xuanmen
The face of Taoist Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in Jiang Cheng's mind. At the last moment of last night, Taoist Ling Xiao had told them not to enter the Sutra Pavilion until dawn.
If Taoist Lingxiao really has a problem, then the location of the Sutra Library Pavilion today is the top priority.
Having seen the corpses of Song Tianming and the others, it would be meaningless to go to the side courtyard again. Everyone excused themselves and went back because they lost interest. Perhaps they wanted to leave a good impression on the Jiangcheng trio and try their best to save it. The fat man had a bad impression of Qingfeng Temple. On the way back, Xuan Yi became more and more enthusiastic and told the three people about the history of Qingfeng Temple.
According to him, Qingfeng Temple is an ancient temple with a history of three hundred years. The master Bixu who founded Qingfeng Temple was an extraordinary figure. Regardless of the ancient and modern knowledge, his methods are even more tyrannical. With a green rainbow sword and a white jade whisk, he broke into the Demon Cave alone and killed the seven demons of the Demon Sect. He single-handedly forcibly killed more than a hundred stubborn disciples of the Demon Sect, and suppressed all evil spirits in Yongzhou.
Changing the subject, Xuan Yi began to talk about his master, Taoist Ling Xiao. In his words, Taoist Ling Xiao was a divine figure who was not inferior to Master Bixu. He could kill big monsters, destroy evil spirits, eliminate demons and protect the way. , support justice, throughout the There are heroes in the world, and heroes from all over the world come to make friends. Unfortunately, Taoist Lingxiao has always been indifferent to fame and fortune. In these years, he has only had a close relationship with a few people, such as Master Fuji, the abbot of Wuwei Temple, and Master Jingchen of Jingci Temple. .
Xuan Yi was full of respect when he mentioned his master, Taoist Master Ling Xiao, but Jiang Cheng was more concerned about the name Master Fu Ji. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng turned to Xuan Yi and couldn't help but sigh: " Taoist Master Ling Xiao is such a divine figure, so those who can make friends with him are definitely not ordinary people. I wonder if we, the less fortunate, will be lucky enough to meet him in this life. "The previous one."
This was said humbly, but it was obviously very helpful to Xuan Yi's ears. "What did the pilgrim say? It was a coincidence. Master Fuji and a group of eminent monks. "In this view."
"What a coincidence?" Ye Qiutang pretended to be surprised, and she vaguely felt that she had touched the key to the problem.
"Yes, but Master Fuji and his party came in a hurry. It seems they have important matters to discuss with the master. Therefore, whether we can meet them depends on the opportunity of the three pilgrims."
"Haha, so Taoist Master Xuan Yi has met Master Fu Ji. What a blessing." Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng sang in harmony while observing the flaws that Xuan Yi might reveal.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Yi hurriedly shook his head, "Where is this poor Taoist? I have never met Master Fu Ji. I only found out about it when I heard Senior Brother Xuande talk about it by chance."
"So that's it."
The few people walked and chatted, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, and Xuan Yi was not as reserved as he was at the beginning. The time was almost up. Jiang Cheng looked at the road ahead and asked in a casual tone: "Is this the road to the Sutra Pavilion?"
Xuan Yi, who was introducing the scenery along the way to Ye Qiutang, was stunned and said with He looked at Jiang Cheng with doubtful eyes, "This pilgrim, this temple is a Taoist temple. Why did you come to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion? You are asking about the chanting hall of this temple?"
Jiang Cheng slapped his forehead and hurriedly confessed, "Oh, look at my memory. It's a sin to climb a mountain gate to worship a mountain god. I hope Taoist Master Xuan Yi will forgive me."
Xuan Yi waved his hand indifferently, Smiling and comforting: "Pilgrims are serious in their words. Master once taught that as long as pilgrims who go up the mountain are dedicated to kindness, What difference does it make whether he is a Buddhist or a Taoist, or some other immortal?”
After several contacts, Fatty felt very good about Xuan Yi, he was very open-minded and spoke well. It sounded good, but the key was that it was sincere, which actually made him a little embarrassed.
Some of the disciples in the temple they met on the road also greeted Jiang Cheng and the three people politely. It could be seen that the disciples in Qingfeng Temple lived a simple life, and some of the Taoist robes even had patches on them.
We walked along the familiar road, and when we were about to reach the Sutra Pavilion, a little Taoist priest came over in a hurry. When he saw Xuan Yi, he didn’t even have time to say hello, "Brother Xuan Yi, I’m sorry, Xuan Cong." Senior Brother, he has suffered from epilepsy again. Senior Brother Xuande wants you to come over quickly.”
"What? I'll be there right away."
Xuan Yi had just taken a few steps when he seemed to suddenly think of something and turned around to look at the three people in Jiangcheng with a troubled face.
Jiang Cheng nodded understandingly, "Master Xuanyi, you can go and be busy, we can just walk around by ourselves."
"Hey, those three pilgrims, please help yourself. ”
After saying this, Xuan Yi and the little Taoist priest left in a hurry.
Watching Xuan Yi and the two disappear completely, Ye Qiutang's brows gradually furrowed. After a while, he said: "What is this? Teasing the tiger to leave the mountain?"
Jiang Cheng naturally knew what Ye Qiutang meant. Not long ago, he said to them Just When they were about to check Xuan Cong, Xuande suddenly appeared and disrupted their plan. And now that they had just arrived at the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion, Xuan Cong was in trouble. There was something wrong with this. It seemed like he wanted to Their attention seemed to be withdrawn from the Sutra Pavilion.
However, Ye Qiutang from Jiangcheng could not be led around, so they simply ignored it and allowed Xuan Yi to leave. They wanted to stay and see what was going on in the Sutra Storage Pavilion, which should now be called the Sutra Chanting Pavilion. Fame.
Following the familiar road, led by Jiang Cheng, the three of them quickly passed through the Lost Forest and arrived at the open space in front of the Sutra Pavilion.
But at this moment, all three of them were stunned. The scene in front of them was beyond everyone's expectations.
They saw Taoist priests in groups of three or three chanting sutras in the open space nearest to them, and practicing swordsmanship with bamboo swords under the guidance of their senior brothers.
However, as the vision zoomed out, a strange scene appeared. On the steps in front of the so-called chanting hall, there were actually several monks bending down to sweep the floor, using bamboo brooms with thick front ends.
There were two monks holding sticks standing outside the door of the chanting hall. Their faces were full of flesh, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.
What’s even weirder is that these Taoist priests and monks live in harmony with each other. They are not obtrusive to each other and feel like they are a whole.
As his gaze raised a little bit, the fat man's eyes straightened, and his pupils were full of shock. He saw that the chanting hall had indeed changed, but not completely. It retained the red pillars of the Buddhist door. The golden tiles are grand and noble, but the wall is replaced by a gray and simple brick wall.
Wind chimes engraved with Bagua pictures hang under the raised eaves. The wind chimes sway in the wind and make crisp ringing sounds.
There are countless similar details. The characteristics of Buddhism and Taoism are reflected in one building at the same time. It feels indescribably weird.
After a brief hesitation, the three of them from Jiangcheng walked forward. A young Taoist priest put down his sword and came over in confusion and asked: "Xuanqi, a poor Taoist, who are you three looking for?"
The three people in Jiangcheng didn't answer and continued to walk towards the door of the chanting hall.
"Stay, who are you? What are you doing here?" The Taoist priest followed closely behind.
When the three people from Jiangcheng were about to approach the cleaning monks, an angry voice behind them immediately stopped them in their tracks.
"The three donors stayed! Why didn't you answer my question? If you insist on moving forward, the poor monk Hui Qi will have to offend you!"
Ye Qiutang turned around suddenly, and the scene in front of her shocked her. His pupils trembled, and he saw that the little Taoist priest had changed into a monk's robe at some point, and his hair had disappeared. He was staring at them angrily, as if he would risk his life if he took another step forward.
"There is no room for arrogance in the important land of Xuanmen!" Behind the so-called Hui Qi, the Taoist priests who were a little further away shouted in unison. (End of this chapter)