Chapter 185: Huge Harvest
On the same night, under night cover, a group of monks returned to the main entrance of Shenlong Temple.
"Master." The monk guarding the door clasped his hands and looked respectfully at the monk in white who led the crowd.
Monk Bianji smiled and nodded, stepped into the temple and walked towards the back hall.
The rest of the monks also followed in, carrying some teaching tools in their hands
Tonight, after the Dharma meeting ended, they first waited for the invited dignitaries from the capital to leave before the group of monks began to deal with the aftermath.
Monk Bianji, who looks about thirty years old, has soft and handsome features, a calm expression, and elegant conversation. Under his slightly sparse eyebrows, his eyes are as clear as a baby's as he walked through the temple road.
Every monk along the way stopped to bow, and he smiled back, no one was ignored.
"Master is so friendly to us, unlike those deacons and monks who all put on bad faces and are too lazy to talk to anyone."
A young novice monk admired in a low voice.
Attracting the echo of those around you.
All monks know that Bianji is a legendary figure.
It is said that he had listened to Master Xuanyin's sutras long ago.
It's just that Master Xuanyin at that time had never entered the "world" realm, nor had he served as the first abbot of Shenlong Temple.
At that time, there were two elders competing for the new abbot, the leader of Dayu Buddhism, and Xuan Yin was not the one with the greatest chance of winning.
Until that year, Xuan Yin entered the mortal world alone and traveled throughout the Yu Dynasty to lecture on the Dharma.
He preached sutras to ordinary people, walked through the world of mortals, and went through all kinds of mundane things in order to refine a pill of Buddha's mind.
Many talented disciples followed Xuan Yin, wanting to walk and sleep with Xuan Yin.
During this period, there were countless miseries. He drank morning dew when he was thirsty, begged for food when he was hungry, and often slept in the wild. The disciples couldn't bear the pain, and they didn't want to bet on Xuan Yin, so they left one after another.
There were only a few people left who insisted on following him. At that time, he was just a young novice monk, and his debate skills were not outstanding among the remaining people.
When it comes to spiritual practice wisdom, he is far inferior to the Buddha who was praised by the previous abbot as having a rare and moving mind in thousands of years. Even the most obscure "Treasure Sutra of the World-Honored One" only took one night to understand Nagarjuna Bodhisattva's opening words.
When it comes to perseverance and perseverance, it is also not as good as the Great Purification Master who once pondered a question for his teacher, sat in the banana forest for ten years without wavering, and finally broke through in a heavy rain, defeating the Great Purification Master after thirty years of hard work.
But when Xuan Yin finally walked to the Xiguan Corridor and wanted to leave the country to visit the ancestral palace of Buddhism in the Western Regions.
In the end, Bian Ji was the only one who chose to follow and successfully returned alive with Xuan Yin.
According to the soldier guarding the gate, he vividly said:
At that time, Master Xuanyin had entered the realm of heaven and man and became one of the most powerful people in the world.
And he forcefully snatched two boxes of scriptures from Buddhists in the Western Regions.
At that time, the two boxes were carried by Bian Ji on a load.
And this time.
After finishing the lecture and debate, he walked alone outside the main hall at the back of Shenlong Temple.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The door of the main hall is very spacious, with ten carved wooden doors connected side by side, which shows how grand the space inside the hall is.
Now the doors are closed.
Bian Ji walked from the far left to the right and slowly opened the first door.
Candlelight shines from the hall, and you can see that the most eye-catching thing in the magnificent and spacious hall is a huge statue of the Buddha with a gold-plated body.
Looking down with compassionate eyes.
And on the long row of equally magnificent altar tables, there are a total of thirty-two yellow incense sticks as thick as a baby's arms.
Under the altar table, there was only a solitary old monk.
Turn your back to him, face the Buddha statue, close your eyes and gently tap the huge wooden fish.
The old monk was dressed in brown robes and was not tall, even a little short.
His appearance is not very good either, his expression is solemn and a bit sinister.
But upon closer inspection, he becomes compassionate again.
At this time, the huge statue of Master Buddha overlooking the bottom turned into a vajra glaring glare.
"Master, the disciples have returned from the Bon Dharma gathering today, and I came here to tell you. The rest is not surprising, except for two things that are quite interesting."
Monk Bianji pushed open the first door, but did not go in.
Instead, he stepped forward and opened the second door, but the abbot Xuanyin in the hall seemed to have no reaction.
"The first thing is about that woman, Your Majesty.
His Majesty was originally in seclusion and was not supposed to appear, but he still came. I thought to myself that this was undoubtedly a sign of goodwill from the Dayu royal family, so it was not surprising.
As you said, our Majesty's foundation is not stable, and his cultivation is also missing a key step. After all, he is not very confident.
In the eyes of His Majesty, the Tianshi Mansion and the Shenlong Temple are basically the same as the "Li Party" and the "Qingliu Party" in the court. They must always check and balance each other, so that the emperor's mind can be most assured. "
Bian Ji took a step forward and opened the third door.
His tone paused and he smiled:
"As for the other one, it is quite interesting. It is related to that Zhao Duan. This man has become famous recently, and his disciples occasionally pay attention to him.
Because the gold slips in the Master's Mansion that day seemed to be very similar to him, the disciple went to see him last time at the invitation of White Horse Supervisor Sun Lianying, and it was indeed different from the rumors.
But he never expected that he actually had a talent for governing the country... This is really strange.
If it weren't for his ignorance of Buddhist principles, one would almost think that he was enlightened after receiving the initiation from the 'World Honored One'..."
Bian Ji slowly opened a door alone.
The outside of the hall became brighter and brighter: "Master, I know that you are wandering around the world and leaving only a body here, but at least you should give me a reply.
Tell me, did our Majesty realize something when he suddenly went into seclusion this time?
One step closer to the true realm of heaven and humanity?
As you said, it would be best for her to never break through. Otherwise, some patterns will be broken, and we, Shenlong Temple, will not be able to use the power of the court to fulfill our long-cherished wish of 'merging the East and the West'... …
Well, it’s better not to break through..."
As Bianji spoke, he had already pushed open the last door, but the sound of wooden fish in the hall suddenly stopped.
"Huh?"
Bianji turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace, frowning slightly. A low dragon roar was heard.
In the Buddhist hall, Abbot Xuanyin opened his eyes and seemed to be sensing.
After a moment, he closed his eyes and said calmly:
"The dragon's veins are disturbed, please be patient and don't be impatient."
Is it just a disturbance? Because of the Ghostly Yuan Night? Or... has the Empress really made some progress?
Bian Ji was silent, frowning and saying nothing.
…
Tianshi Mansion, deep in the small courtyard.
The crystal leaves of the mysterious big banyan tree rustled.
Suddenly, a human-like face faintly appeared in the crown of the tree, quietly looking at the direction of the palace.
"Master, what are you calling?"
Jin Jianya, a girl with delicate features and out-of-focus eyes who looks a little cute, sits at a table and looks around blankly.
Next to her, on the rocking chair, the tall and narrow-eyed old master, wearing a black priest's soft robe, held a jade slip in his hand and looked into the distance quietly.
After a moment, he frowned slightly and shook his head:
"Is it possible that the dragon's aura is restless and related to the celestial phenomena..."
He was a little unsure, because the entire imperial city already had strong restrictions, blocking outside prying eyes.
Although he could break it with force, it would mean falling out with the court.
"Oh." Jin Jian got an answer and didn't care anymore.
Anyway, the thing just screamed once, not very loudly. If a practitioner doesn't have sharp ears and eyes, he may not be able to hear it.
She shared the gossip with great interest:
"Master, let me continue to tell you about the excitement of Zhao Duan in the Zhaiyuan tonight..."
Zhang Tianshi said with a smile: "Okay, let me explain to you carefully."
…
Inside the secret room.
Zhao Duan felt a splitting headache, as if a huge stick was thrust into his brain, accompanied by violent stirring.
He screamed loudly, but his voice was completely blocked by the secret room.
Zhao Duan fell to the ground, holding his head. The blood vessels on his skin bulged, looking particularly scary.
In a trance, he seemed to "see" the golden "dragon soul" with illusory brows, like smoke condensed, turning around in his meridians, as if inspecting his new home.
After picking at it for a long time in disgust, he finally got into the sea of Qi in his Dantian and lay down gently.
Like a cat falling into a deep sleep again.
But while it was sleeping, every time it breathed, it would swallow up the energy in Zhao Duan's body, and then spit it out, but it would be several times pure.
The pain receded like a tide.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Duan slowly got up, with a look of confusion on his face.
"no……"
He looked at his hands and touched his lower abdomen, feeling the powerful and endless power slowly pumping out of his body from his Dantian.
I have a vague hunch that with this thing, I seem to have turned on the automatic hang-up mode, and I am hesitating and practicing every moment.
At the same time, there is an underlying perception:
As long as you encounter life-threatening danger, you can awaken the "god" in your body...at an unknown cost.
"Did I swallow the god created by Old Xu?"
"Isn't it right... Didn't it say on the stone platform that it requires a worldly realm... I am a mortal..."
"Also, isn't this thing prepared for the descendants of the royal family? Isn't there any bloodline requirement? Can you swallow it after cultivating this inheritance? Can't you see that I am not a member of the Qinxu family?"
Zhao Duan was messy in the wind, giving him a strong sense of unreality.
He became more and more suspicious that something was wrong with him. Wu Shen Tu was different from others, and he was still different now.
"Ha, if you think about it on the bright side, you won't have to worry about whether to hand it in after all. Now you can't even if you want to."
Zhao Duan laughed to himself and suddenly thought, I wonder if Zhenbao can detect something abnormal about him.
If it's like last time in the sedan chair, check yourself...
ton.
He swallowed and had a headache. What if this thing was discovered?
The Empress asked: Why is my baby in your belly? !
Zhao Duan: Actually...I can also put my baby in your majesty's belly...
He shook his head and put the strange thoughts behind him.
Zhao Duan was sneaky and confirmed once again that there was nothing in the secret room, so he hurriedly took advantage of the Zhongyuan Festival that the buff was still there, activated the formation, and escaped from the palace.
…
"Wow!"
Under the stone bridge in the capital at night, Zhao Duan broke out of the water, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and felt dreamy as the night wind blew.
…
Inside the palace.
Xu Zhenguan, in fluttering white clothes, stood on the top of the Yuanzu Temple, his spiritual thoughts covering the entire imperial city, with a blank look on his face:
"Disappeared again?"
After a moment of silence, she sighed.
Dragon soul...after all...
Is it still my own hallucination?
(End of chapter)