After leaving the trial venue, he returned to the hotel to rest for a night, and early the next morning, Jiang Feng went to the White Horse Temple.

The White Horse Temple is located 12 kilometers east of the old city of Los Angeles, and I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, but it happens to form an east-west opposition with the Zenkong Temple.

However, although the Zenkong Temple is named after the Master of Enlightenment, it is only a small niche after all, and its fame or incense cannot be compared with the White Horse Temple, which is called the first ancient temple in China.

The White Horse Temple is full of visitors all the year round, the incense is prosperous, every day there will be countless pilgrims from all over the country to burn incense and pray for blessings, Jiang Feng bought tickets at the ticket office, and slowly entered with the flow of people.

After entering, the flow of people gradually dispersed, Jiang Feng looked at the road signs, did not linger too long, walked directly through the leading hall, and went to Qingliangtai, where the wishing pool in the temple is located.

Although the time is still early, there are a lot of people around the side of the wishing pool, this is a small pool, there is a spring water bubbling out of the ground, the water color is quiet, the bottom is filled with various colored pebbles, under the illumination of the sun, it is full of colors and beautiful.

At the bottom of the pool, there are many coins thrown down by pilgrims, and you can clearly see that many coins are rusty, and pious pilgrims stand by the pool, clasping their hands together, and making wishes in low voices.

Jiang Feng walked to the edge of the pool, lowered his head and looked closely, and then smiled bitterly, the wishing pool is not big, with his eyesight, he can see it clearly with a sweep.

It was precisely because of this that Jiang Feng realized that maybe he was thinking things too simply.

According to Cao Lin, it was more than ten years ago that she got the black paper in this wishing pool, and more than ten years does not seem to be long, but it is estimated that the White Horse Temple has already undergone earth-shaking changes inside and outside, and it is no longer the same as before. Jiang Feng muttered softly.

He could see that the pebbles in the pool were obviously filled in in recent years, and the traces of moss and water were extremely shallow, and the White Horse Temple was now fragrant, but it was a little less solemn and solemn, and there was a faint tendency to become a tourist scene.

"Looks like you'll have to look elsewhere in the temple. Jiang Feng groaned, turned around and left, didn't go far, but saw a group of people in front of him.

It was estimated that there were thirty or forty people, but although there were many of them, there was no commotion at all, and they followed closely the one who walked in the forefront, with respect on their faces and devotion in their eyes.

The person who walked in the front was none other than the little living Buddha who had a relationship with Jiang Feng in Jinglan Hotel, the little living Buddha was dressed in a dark monk's robe, his eyebrows were quiet, he did not see joy and sorrow, and between his movements, his clothes moved with the wind, and the smell of dust was amazing.

The little living Buddha walked, there was no sound of footsteps, one hand was folded, one hand was held in the other, and the sutra was chanted softly, the scripture was just the most common "Diamond Sutra", which could be recited from his mouth, as if it had the effect of tempering the soul, attracting the dozens of people who followed him, and their faces became more and more solemn.

"He's not easy. Jiang Feng thought secretly.

The little living Buddha also saw Jiang Feng, his eyes stayed on Jiang Feng for a short time, and then nodded lightly to greet him, and his feet did not stop, and he was surrounded by everyone and quickly walked away.

The little living Buddha walked all the way, alarmed countless people, the people around the side of the wishing pool, whispered, I don't know who said a sentence today's small living Buddha opened the altar to preach, the crowd was in an uproar, followed away, after a while, the surrounding of the wishing pool became empty.

Jiang Feng didn't go, he wandered around the White Horse Temple alone, hoping to find something, but unfortunately except for some places where tourists are forbidden to enter, he walked around the entire White Horse Temple, and he didn't gain anything.

"Cao Lin got the black paper in this White Horse Temple, because of the car accident, he thought he was blasphemous, and he didn't think he would lie to me, so it seems that maybe the black paper fell in the White Horse Temple unintentionally. Jiang Feng frowned slightly, a little regretful.

That black paper was extremely extraordinary, just one torn from a certain book was at least an intermediate offensive magic weapon, and if the whole book could be put together, it might be quite amazing.

"Maybe I don't have that chance, but I can't force it. Jiang Feng smiled, didn't disturb his heart for foreign objects, took a stick of sandalwood in his hand, and walked in the direction of the outside of the temple.

The small living Buddha opened the altar to preach, for the believers in men and women is undoubtedly a big event, countless people flocked into the temple, for a while, the huge White Horse Temple, full of people, extremely lively, Jiang Feng did not pay attention to it, the faster and faster he went.

"This benefactor, please stay for the time being. A middle-aged monk appeared beside Jiang Feng and whispered.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Feng stopped.

The middle-aged monk said: "The little living Buddha wants to invite the donor to drink a cup of tea in the inner hall, I wonder if the donor is free?"

"Oh?" Jiang Feng was slightly surprised, then smiled and said, "Of course." ”

The middle-aged monk saw that Jiang Feng agreed, and beckoned Jiang Feng to follow him, on the side of the little living Buddha, the lecture was still continuing, but for some reason, looking through the crowded crowd, Jiang Feng vaguely found that the little living Buddha seemed to be a little absent-minded.

The inner hall was full of sandalwood, refreshing, Jiang Feng was drinking tea alone, but he didn't wait long for the little living Buddha to appear.

"Master Jiang, I've been waiting for a long time. The little living Buddha came in from outside the door and folded his hands.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and said, "The little living Buddha invited me to drink tea, even if it was a long wait, it didn't matter." ”

In the test of the Twelve Cultivation Family Trial Conference, although there were many people who were better than the Little Living Buddha, Jiang Feng's impression of the Little Living Buddha was the deepest.

He is very unique, with great wisdom roots, and profound Buddhist attainments, but he is so young that it is difficult not to be curious.

Master Jiang Shi laughed. The little living Buddha Shi Shiran sat down, washed his hands and cooked tea, his eyebrows were lightly lowered, his voice was elegant, and he said: "Master Jiang Shi came to the White Horse Temple today, shouldn't he come to play?"

"How can you see it?" Jiang Feng said quietly, playing with the teacup in his hand.

The little living Buddha made tea very seriously, never raised his head, and said, "Intuition." ”

"Monks also trust intuition?" Jiang Feng seemed to smile.

The little living Buddha replied very seriously, saying: "Intuition is very ethereal, but believing will save zài, just like a Buddha, everywhere, unbelievers will never see it, and sneer at it." Those who believe, however, can be seen everywhere and bow down and worship all the time. ”

"Very interesting statement. Jiang Feng has a little more high regard for the little living Buddha.

The little living Buddha finally boiled the tea, he changed the teacup, made a cup of tea for Jiang Feng, and invited: "Master Jiang, please drink tea." ”

Jiang Feng put down the teacup in his hand, took the tea brewed by the little living Buddha himself, drank it all in one gulp, and praised: "Good tea." ”

Tea is still the same tea, water is still that water, the same tea leaves and the same water, and the taste of tea brewed by different people is very different.

The ancients used to say that words are like people, but Jiang Feng felt that it was more appropriate to use tea as his person, and people who were impatient and had improper skills, no matter how clever their tea ceremony skills were, would never be able to make a good cup of tea.

The heart is calm, the heart is right, even the most ordinary tea and the most ordinary water, can make a cup of good tea with endless aftertaste.

"Where is good. The little living Buddha raised his head, and when Jiang Feng praised him, his facial expression did not change in the slightest, as if all the things in this world could not make him breed a trace of affection.

Jiang Feng said with a smile: "This tea soup is bright in color, warm and mellow in taste, bitter and astringent, astringent but not bitter, fragrant in the throat, light but not melting, I didn't expect you to be a master of the tea ceremony, little living Buddha." ”

"A cup of tea, a hundred kinds of people drink, everyone drinks a different taste in their mouths, Jiang Shizhu can drink this taste, it can be seen that Jiang Shizhu has a pure heart. The little living Buddha looked at Jiang Feng and said slowly.

Tea is like its people, it is the person who makes tea, and it is not the person who tastes tea, the heart is not able to drink good tea, and the sex is not tasteful.

Jiang Feng thought for a moment, put down the teacup, and said, "The little living Buddha invited me to drink tea, thinking that it wasn't just for the sake of drinking tea, right?"

"The purpose of Master Jiang coming to the White Horse Temple may be the purpose of me inviting Master Jiang to come. The little living Buddha said, with a mysterious voice.

Jiang Feng's heart was slightly cold, he came to the White Horse Temple this time, although he came for the black paper, but he did not show traces, it was difficult for outsiders to know, could it be that this little living Buddha still saw the clues?

On the surface, Jiang Feng said with a smile: "I don't understand." ”

Jiang Feng's answer was almost lazy, but the little living Buddha was not at all, he lowered his head and drank tea, and said slowly: "How much does Master Jiang know about the Twelve Cultivation Families?"

"Not much. Jiang Feng said.

"The Twelve Cultivation Families have an ancestral land, and Master Jiang has ever known about it. "The little living Buddha said it very directly, and he no longer played dumb riddles.

"No, I didn't. Jiang Feng replied quickly, but his brows slowly furrowed.

"It is rumored that that ancestral land is a blessed land, but if you have the opportunity to enter it, you will definitely get something, and it may not be difficult to soar into the sky. Saying this, the little living Buddha's gaze fell on Jiang Feng's body.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the land of good fortune is often also a place of great evil, which you can't not know about the little living Buddha. Jiang Feng laughed at it, unmoved.

The little living Buddha had a clear gaze and said: "Master Jiang, you are a person with great creation, and the source of blessing is profound, it may be a great place for others, but for you, it is definitely a place of creation." ”

"Perhaps. Jiang Feng was noncommittal, and said lightly: "Why did you sue me about this?"

"I can't sue you just yet. The little living Buddha said.

"Should I believe you?" Jiang Feng's gaze was as sharp as a sword, shooting towards the little living Buddha.

The little living Buddha recited the Buddha's name lightly, without saying a word, Jiang Feng laughed, got up, and said: "Thank you little living Buddha for the good tea, if you have the opportunity to get together again another day, Jiang will definitely reply." With a flick of his sleeve, he left the inner sanctum in an instant.

The little living Buddha never had the slightest reaction, lifted the teapot and poured tea and drank tea, a series of actions such as flowing water, the beauty was natural and natural, but on the face that had never seen joy and sorrow, quietly, there was a rare smile. L