Chapter 37 This temple does not accept people
Knocked on the door three times and waited for a moment. Soon the door of the temple was pushed open, and what greeted him was a young monk who poked his head.
He saw a Taoist man and a female family member coming outside the door, and his expression immediately stopped smiling.
"I thought it was the senior brothers who came back..." The young monk muttered, and then looked at the two of them with squinting eyes: "Who are you two? What's the matter? Our temple is closed today. "We don't accept outsiders."
"It's still early, why are you closed?" Zuo Chen asked.
Hearing from the village chief that Anming Temple's cash collection was ruthless, Zuo Chen thought that the temple was eager to open its doors twelve hours a day to receive customers and collect incense money. However, he did not expect that today, they would be closed so early.
“We have a noble person coming to our temple, and maybe the vassal kings will come to us to offer incense in the future!” The young monk snorted, with a look of arrogance on his face, “Why am I talking to you two about this? Even if no one comes here today, you, a Taoist priest, and a female family member will not be able to enter the temple."
His tone was slightly thorny, Caiyi had a bad temper, and he pointed directly at the young monk and shouted:
"Hey! What do you mean! What's wrong with you, Taoist priest? What's wrong with my female relatives?"
"The holy land of Buddhism does not accept female relatives, and it is not peaceful. This is the reason why the world of mortals does not enter the monks' door. .”
He looked at Zuo Chen again and said:
"Why did the Taoist come to our temple? Debate the scriptures? It's not convenient today, so we'll wait until the abbot is free. You two rest and go to the foot of the mountain. There is a post station there."
After saying that, the little monk waved his hand:
"Is there anything else? Then leave quickly, I am closing the door."
This is not a request, but a statement, and the words are strong After falling, the little monk locked the door directly.
Seeing that he was rejected, Caiyi stamped his feet angrily at the door.
"The attitude of the monk from Anming Temple is not very good." Zuo Chen recalled the description of the village chief of Wangjia Village at that time, and felt that this young monk might be the one who mocked the village chief for having no money.
Hearing this, Cai Yi was unhappy: "If this person were on another road and had the ability to kill people, he would probably enter the temple tonight and light up all the monks in the sky."
Zuo Chen: "...Although this little monk's attitude is a bit problematic, isn't it too vicious to pick off the brains of an entire family because of this?"
"Taoist Priest, these days Human life is as cheap as a locust. Some people are not worth a penny.”
Caiyi sighed, but also calmed down.
Zuo Chen took out the relics and asked the monk inside:
"What do you think of these monks?"
"Not so much." The monk shook his head repeatedly: "I came to the door unexpectedly. It’s also divided into three, six, and nine grades, which is strange and strange. I don’t understand it.”
“Then let’s go down the mountain.”
Zuo Chen said, then he took Caiyi down the mountain and stopped caring about the ghostly energy.
Only the monk in the relic looked back towards the temple.
My eyes seemed to go beyond the thick gate, the courtyard, and to the main hall, where I saw the golden Buddha.
“This is Buddha, and it doesn’t look very good either.”
The monk shook his head and retracted himself into the relic.
...
In the main hall, Master Xuanmi, who had evacuated all the treasures, was closing his eyes and concentrating on sleeping, when suddenly his nose moved.
“There’s a baby!”
He bounced off the futon with a bang.
Sniffing on the left, sniffing on the right, Xuanmi rushed out of the hall in three steps and two steps at a time, and turned to the courtyard.
His sudden move startled the monks who were still staying in the courtyard. They all came up to ask the master what else he needed. However, Xuanmi hurried to the threshold and Like a dog, he bent down and sniffed.
The young monks around him thought he was possessed by evil spirits, and none of them dared to come up. Xuan Mi sniffed for a long time and suddenly grabbed the young monk who had been guarding the door:
"Did anyone come just now?"
The young monk was killed His face turned pale with fright, and he nodded hurriedly:
"Yes... there was a Taoist priest and a woman who asked me to drive away."
"Drive away?!" Xuan Mi was furious: "Trash!"
Xuan Miyi His foot hit the young monk's chest, and the young monk's body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, breaking the door beam, knocking over the pile of firewood, and rolling four or five times on the ground. Finally, he rolled to the stone wall and vomited several mouthfuls of blood. His life and death were uncertain.
"Junior brother!"
The other monks in the temple were shocked and rushed to the side of the young monk who was kicked half to death. They could not help him for a while.
Where does Xuanmi have time to take care of these people.
His practice of holding back treasures is not that deep. Even if he tried his best to smell it, he could only smell a little bit that two ordinary people had taken a treasure.
But he was able to drive out how high that treasure was from the remaining smell.
Simply higher than the mountain!
This is the baby born last night! What he's here for!
He chased down with all his strength, but Xuanmi disappeared after a while.
An Yi and An Er in the room heard the noise and walked out. The two stared at the noisy monks and frowned:
"You are making trouble. What? "
The surrounding monks saw the abbot coming out and cried beside the two of them.
After hearing that Xuan Mi had kicked their young monk almost to death, the two of them were so frightened that they had no time to pass the young monk, so they arrived at the temple gate in a panic.
"Brother, the person really ran out! What should we do?"
"I don't know either." An Yi looked blank, and he turned to look at the five monks staying in the guest room. , his expression softened slightly:
"Master Xuanmi should be back, his five disciples are still here."
"What did he go out in such a panic for?" An Er Muttered: "Is there something you can't tell us?"
"Shh, junior brother! You can't say this!" An Yi quickly covered An Er's mouth: "What are Prince Kang's disciples going to do? It’s all arranged by King Kang, so of course there’s a deep meaning behind what he did, so let’s just watch it and it’s over.”
The two abbots gathered together to chat, not paying attention to the little monk behind them who was almost dying.
The most important thing is that Master Xuanmi is angry.
As for the monk?
They have them all in the temple, and when the time comes, they will just collect a few more to replenish them.
……
Zuo Chen and Caiyi arrived at the foot of the mountain. Just as Zuo Chen untied the rope that tied the donkey, he suddenly stopped.
Turn around and look at the forest behind you:
"What advice does this eminent monk have?"
Caiyi was slightly startled, then immediately turned around and found that he didn't know where he was. At that moment, a fat monk came up behind him carrying an iron bowl.
“The Taoist Master is very discerning.”
Xuanmi wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, with a smile on his face, as if he were harmless:
"Taoist Master, I saw a treasure in your sleeves. This thing is related to my Buddhist sect, can you lend it to me? Are you watching? "
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