Chapter 165 The Secret of Longhua Temple
The younger monk, whose name is Zen Ning, is an orphan who was abandoned in Longhua Temple. He has attended morning classes with the older monks since he could sit still. He even wears crotchless pants and knows how to recite sutras.
The older Taoist priest, whose Taoist name is Lingzhao, was sent to the mountains at the age of five and has been practicing Taoism. Although his talent is not particularly good, he works hard and firmly believes that God rewards hard work and hard work can make up for weakness.
A genius and an ordinary person, the upcoming collision between the two immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Seeing this, Gu Qingyin became even more energetic, and even let out a "hehe" laugh in anticipation.
Huo Yunjing glanced at her worriedly. Could it be that my wife was sleepy?
The much-anticipated competition has finally begun!
Channing smiled slightly at Lingzhao and extended his hand very politely, "Please."
Lingzhao didn't care how old he was, he would take action when it was time to take action, and as soon as he came up, he would use his big move without any hesitation.
He flicked his fly whisk, and a bright circle of light appeared. Then it flashed over Chan Ning's head at an extremely fast speed, trapping him with a "歘" sound.
It is no exaggeration to say that Lingzhao's eyes were a little bigger with excitement. He did not expect that it would go so smoothly.
The aperture is a restraint method. If the person is tied up first and cannot resist, his hope of winning will be greatly increased!
Lingzhao inserted the fly whisk into the back of his collar, made quick gestures with his hands, and muttered something in his mouth.
Opposite him, Chan Ning looked down at the halo of light on his body with a normal expression.
The next second, Chan Ning's whole body began to glow with golden light, and a golden sun floated behind his head.
Chan Ning stood there like a living Buddha statue. He struggled hard, and the aperture that bound him shattered.
But at the same time, Lingzhao's next attack arrived.
Gu Qingyin stared at the sun and frowned. She had just seen this thing not long ago. She didn't quite understand. Is this a separate school, or are all Buddhist methods similar?
Couldn't that person be from Longhua Temple?
With this conjecture, Gu Qingyin couldn't concentrate when she was a referee, her mind was filled with uncontrollable divergent thinking.
Is that person from Longhua Temple? But he is not a monk either. Has he returned to secular life, or is he a lay disciple himself? Lay disciples shouldn’t have access to the true secrets of Buddhism, right?
As she thought about it, Gu Qingyin took a breath. Isn't Longhua Temple just a cult den? !
Gu Qingyin was frightened by her imagination. Every time a monk came on stage, she would observe with wide eyes, looking for flaws and evidence.
It's a pity that except for Zen Ning, everyone else's cultivation is mediocre, nothing special.
It wasn't until lunch break that Gu Qingyin took a hurried bite and turned to look for Lin Jiran.
She didn't hide it either. She had a serious face and said in a low voice: "Uncle Lin, have any disciples in Longhua Temple returned to secular life because they violated the precepts in recent years?"
Lin Jiran was stunned, frowned in thought, and said seriously: "Every year."
"Ah?" Gu Qingyin was stunned. Are the rules of being a monk so strict now? No, if you can't abide by the rules, why did you want to become a monk in the first place?
"The life in the temple is very hard. You have to get up early and go to bed late. You have to practice hard every day, all year round. There are very few people who can persevere."
After Lin Jiran explained, he asked strangely: "Why are you suddenly curious about this?"
Gu Qingyin told what happened before.
Lin Jiran nodded, "I heard about the Dongfang family, but I didn't expect it to be involved with Longhua Temple. The light wheel you mentioned is called Puzhao, and it is one of Longhua Temple's secret arts."
"If you admit your mistake, that person should have had a high status in Longhua Temple." Lin Jiran said, "Later, I will go find the host and ask."
Gu Qingyin nodded hesitantly. She wanted to say what if the abbot of Longhua Temple was not a good person? But then I thought about it, considering Longhua Temple's status in the mystical world, it didn't seem like that.
"Thank you, Uncle Lin." Gu Qingyin thanked her and left, waiting for the news. After a short break, the competition continued until the lanterns came on, and the whole day's competition was considered over.
A total of one hundred and eight contestants successfully advanced to the next round.
In the next round, tomorrow, the players will compete on different tracks to compete on what they are best at.
Gu Qingyin was thinking about something in her mind, but she didn't feel sleepy, but she was like a scoring machine, stating the advantages and disadvantages without emotion, and then decided the winner or loser.
The competition went on day by day, but Gu Qingyin never waited for Lin Jiran's reply. Before the finals, she couldn't help but look for it.
When Lin Jiran saw her, he sighed and said without asking, "I know who the person you are looking for is, so don't get involved in this matter. Longhua Temple will solve it on its own."
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Gu Qingyin was confused, "Is it related to the secret of Longhua Temple?"
The so-called secrets are mostly scandals, and naturally they don't want outsiders to know too clearly.
Lin Jiran sighed and shook his head, "You have such a mouth. If you know it, don't ask any more questions."
Gu Qingyin nodded with a smile on her face, but she was curling her lips in her heart. Saying this made her even more curious!
What’s the secret of Longhua Temple? She rolled her eyes and went back to ask the master! Maybe Master knows!
The next afternoon, when the finals were over, Gu Qingyin left without stopping, without delaying for a moment on the way. When she got home, she went straight upstairs to the room dedicated to her master.
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"Master! Master! Do you know the secret of Longhua Temple?" Gu Qingyin's eyes shone with anticipation, "Tell me about it."
The room was quiet for two seconds, then a sigh was heard, and Gu Ziqian's figure slowly appeared.
"I don't know any secrets. I'm not as nosy as you."
Gu Qingyin paused and became a little convinced.
Ever since she became sensible, the master didn't like to interact with others. Only a few people occasionally came to the mountain to visit him, and he never saw him playing with his mobile phone.
Every day I either draw or write, read books or make tea. In the evening I practice under the moonlight, with a regular schedule like an old man.
Gu Qingyin sighed in disappointment and repeated what Lin Jiran told her.
Gu Ziqian frowned when he heard this, "Puzhao Light Wheel... it doesn't necessarily come from Longhua Temple. A hundred years ago, Longhua Temple suffered a great disaster. At that time, many treasured books were stolen, including Puzhao Light. Wheel.”
Gu Qingyin's eyes widened and she was very shocked, "Who is so powerful?"
Gu Ziqian raised his hand and knocked her, "It's so powerful, it's just a group of evil cultivators. They came suddenly, broke into the library of Longhua Temple, and fled in all directions."
"The people from Longhua Temple have been investigating for thirty years. They killed seven or eighty-eight of the evil cultivators back then and recovered 90% of the books. Only then did the matter gradually subside."
Gu Ziqian looked solemn, "According to what you said, that person has no temperament of a Buddhist disciple at all, and he is an evil cultivator. He is probably a remnant of that time."
Gu Qingyin said: "This is the secret that Uncle Lin said."
Gu Ziqian was not sure either, he nodded and said: "It should be so, Longhua Temple almost disappeared at that time."
Gu Qingyin was a little disappointed. Although it was very exciting, it was completely different from what she thought.
(End of chapter)