Chapter 220 Hanging Temple

After resting in the small village for a few days, Zhou Fei's body was already able to adapt to the long journey, so the two continued on the road.

There was still some time before the opening of the Flower Food Festival, and considering Zhou Fei's injury, Ling Zhaoyan deliberately accelerated the pace of the journey, hoping to reach the Hanging Temple before the opening of the Flower Food Festival.

As the distance from the Hanging Temple got closer and closer, the number of pedestrians on the official road gradually increased.

Some are envoys from other countries, while others are devout followers of Buddhism.

On this day, with a slightly noisy sound coming from outside the carriage, Zhou Fei lifted the curtain and looked out the window, and a towering mountain appeared in front of him.

It's a mountain range, to be exact.

This is Dakong Mountain.

The great wilderness, the Taoist gate is respected. Buddhism has always been very low-key, and even in the eyes of many people, Buddhism is a branch of Taoism.

If this had been a different world, it would have exploded a long time ago.

But for the Buddhism of the Great Wilderness, they have long been accustomed to it.

Therefore, the Buddha Gate, which was born short at the end of the Daomen, did not prosper in the Great Wilderness. In some countries, the number of temples is very small, and there is not even a single Buddhist temple in some cities.

However, in recent years, the older generation of monks such as Master Xinpan began to gradually take a back seat, while those younger generation of monks began to try to expand the influence of Buddhism in the world, and the blossoming monk was one of the leaders. For this reason, he did not hesitate to get involved in the dispute between the Tang Dynasty and the Prince, although he was finally blocked, but the message conveyed was very clear.

Buddhism is not willing to continue to be vassals of Taoism, and they also want to make their voices heard to the Great Wilderness.

But it's going to be a very long process, and the Daomen will never allow the Buddhists to do too much.

This world, after all, can only be illuminated by the light of the goddess.

But there are two places in this world that the light of the goddess cannot reach.

The first is the grassland, where the light of the goddess degenerates into demonic energy.

The second is the state of Qin.

The reason is very simple, this is the base camp of Buddhism, Buddhism has built the entire Qin State into an unbreakable state, if the Daomen does not even give them this soil, then the two sides can only meet each other.

The Hanging Temple, located in Dakong Mountain, is the core of Buddhism.

The Hanging Temple has a very long and splendid history, and the time of its appearance is even before the Garan Temple, and in the long history, the Hanging Temple has appeared a lot of stories that make the world marvel or admire, or sigh or be silent.

It is also because of the appearance of the Hanging Temple that the Flower Food Festival, an ordinary festival in the Qin Kingdom, has today's status. It has also become one of the few festivals in the Great Wilderness that can be celebrated by people from all over the world.

There are still about five days before the Flower Food Festival will start, and all the missions from various countries have not yet arrived, but those believers have come to the foot of Dakong Mountain early. In addition to the believers, the largest number of tourists are from all over the world, they come from different countries, they dress in different services, they speak different dialects, and the only thing they have in common is the smiles on their faces.

Be happy and celebrate.

The Flower Food Festival is to be happy.

Ling Zhaoyan drove the carriage slowly into the town at the foot of Dakong Mountain.

Passers-by all around gave them curious glances.

It's not that they haven't seen a woman driving a car, but they haven't seen such a beautiful woman.

Which young master is this, and the panache is really big.

Because there are no patterns or objects on the carriage to prove their identity, Zhou Fei's identity is very mysterious to these people.

The carriage drove out of the market town, made a detour, and went to the back mountain.

There is a trail that can be climbed here, and many people know about it, but no one dares to take it.

Because this is the forbidden place of the Hanging Temple.

Even those monks of the Hanging Temple would not take this path under normal circumstances.

However, the carriage slowly walked up the trail.

Ling Zhaoyan had no interest in the Flower Food Festival, she just wanted to go to the Hanging Temple and find a master to heal Zhou Fei's injuries.

There were many masters in the Hanging Temple, and Ling Zhaoyan was looking for the most powerful one among them.

Master Heartpan.

Master Xinpan's seniority is very high, in the entire Great Wilderness, second only to the master, even if it is the Ziwei Venerable of the Garan Temple, when he sees him, he has to be called a master, and he does not dare to be half arrogant.

However, the reason why Master Xinpan is called a master and can get so much respect is not because of his seniority or age, but because of his virtue.

Decades ago, a terrible earth movement broke out in Qin, the earth cracked, and the houses collapsed, because it happened in the middle of the night, so many people died directly in their sleep, and the next day, it rained heavily from the sky, and the rescue operation was difficult to carry out. For a time, the entire Qin State was in a desperate situation, and there was even a risk of destroying the country.

The Hanging Temple was not spared, although the monks in the Buddhist temple escaped fatal damage by virtue of their status as practitioners, but the entire temple of the Buddhist temple basically collapsed, and the Buddha statue was crushed under the rubble.

At that time, Master Xinpan, who had just become the presiding officer, did not immediately save the Buddha statue, but ordered the other monks to do their best to collect food, and then took the monks of the Hanging Temple down the mountain to relieve the disaster.

Along the way, Master Xinpan rescued and cured the disease, and hardly rested, and his rations were basically given to the victims, and he only ate very little of what he ate, and the whole person lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although there are not many rivers in Qin, they are the birthplace of many rivers, and the geological structure of the river edge has been damaged by geodetic movements, and dammed lakes have formed in many places. One of the dammed lakes is located just above Yunzhong County and is in danger of collapsing, and local officials are urgently evacuating the victims, but an aftershock erupts and causes the dammed lake to collapse.

Seeing that Yunzhong County was about to become an ocean, Master Xinpan used his body as a shield and jumped into the gap in the dammed lake to block the raging flood.

This block is a day.

In the evening, dozens of powerful rune masters who hurried over used the power of runes to block the gap, and the monks of the Hanging Temple jumped down and fished out the Xinpan Master, who had already been unconscious.

Master Xinpan kept not only a Yunzhong County, but also tens of thousands of ordinary people, and more importantly, he kept Daqin.

Since then, there has been only one religion in Great Qin, and that is Buddhism.

After this incident, Master Xinpan became famous, which amazed and admired countless people.

However, Master Xinpan's cultivation was completely destroyed, and there was no possibility of recovery. But even if he didn't cultivate, it didn't affect Master Xinpan's status in the hearts of ordinary people, especially in the hearts of the people of the Qin State.

Master Xinpan is the patron saint of the Qin State, he is here, the Qin State is here! I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~