Dongying.

Wakayama City.

From here to Osaka in the east, you need to pass through a gorge. In the past, this road was a battleground for soldiers, but now it is completely different. A Wakayama line runs through all the cities from Osaka to here. In their spare time, many Dongying people like to come here to experience the extremely unique temple scenery here.

Dongying is a country with quite a strange religion.

Because at the time of the Meiji Restoration, the emperor at that time of Toei mixed the two gangs together in order to suppress Buddhism. In addition, Muren has all the power in one, and all the people dare not talk nonsense. As a result, the local Shinto religion and foreign Buddhism still seem to be quite harmonious on the surface, although the well water does not interfere with the river water, but it has not yet reached the point where the sword is drawn against each other if there is no agreement.

As a result, you can see the cultural penetration of these two waves of religious groups in many places in Dongying.

Some Buddhist halls enshrine the Tianjin gods, and some worship the Guojin gods. Of course, many shrines and shrines are also hung high on the day or the eight leaves.

It's a mess anyway, so if you just look at it, forget it, just have fun. But if you want to delve into this area, I'd better advise you to forget it, because the relationship between the various gods alone can make your scalp tingle.

And just south of this Wakayama Line railway, there is a mountain.

The name of the mountain is Koyasan, and it is located directly south of Hashimoto City.

As long as you read comics often, especially exorcisms, nine times out of ten you will be involved in this mountain. After all, it is the base camp of Dongying Tantra, and it is really famous.

"Brother Basang, are you sure we're not in the wrong place?"

"Of course, the premise is that the map given by Xing Jie is correct, but it's hard for me to believe that this place is a temple. ”

Anyone who knows anything about Buddhism will be amazed by the situation in front of them.

Let's not talk about rats, this guy never believes in any gods or Buddhas, not to mention that after seeing these prehistoric ruins, he despises those so-called gods.

Basang is different, he has always believed in Tibetan Buddhism, he has the impression that the gods and Buddhas are solemn, and the temples should be solemn. And from the beginning to the end, Basang believed that you can not believe in gods and Buddhas, but it is necessary to use the temple as a place of spiritual sustenance.

A temple can be small or broken, but it must not be dirty, even if the incense is not good, it should be cleaned. What's more, the temples here in Dongying basically have a part of the allocation, although a small temple cannot be compared with those famous temples, but it is always feasible to maintain daily life.

But the temple in front of me has been reduced to the point of being like a garbage heap.

"This is the temple you're looking for. Strange, how did you know about this place? I've been working in a travel agency for so many years, and it's the first time I've known that there is a temple here. The accompanying tour guide also looked incredible, and couldn't help but scratch his hair and wonder.

The Playboy Five is really too lazy to pay attention to this tour guide, it should be said that they are bored. This guy's mouth is so good at talking, so long-winded that he almost made Basang, a person who is extremely calm, have the desire to pull out a gun and kill him!

"What are you guys doing?" said a tall and muscular guy in a cherry blossom kimono with at least five scars on his face. Holding a sake bottle in one hand, leaning on the torii pillar, he was drunk and shouted there.

"We're looking for the host of Fushimi. Ye Hao stepped forward and pulled the tour guide to ask him to translate.

As soon as the tour guide wanted to step forward to translate, he saw that the strong man's eyes widened hard, and after looking at Ye Hao a few times, he said in non-standard Chinese: "Are you looking for the host, have you given alms?"

This is simply a shame for Buddhism! Basang's face twitched. Since he was a child, Basang has met countless temples, and it is the first time he has met such a person.

This sentence also made the good-tempered Qiu Kun angry, and his eyes were glared, if he hadn't considered that he was going to find their host, believe it or not, Buni Mabi would have been directly scolded?

Ye Hao smiled, if you want money, it's easy to do it, I'm afraid that you will be a high-ranking monk, and you won't be able to get in. So he took out a wad of beautiful knives from his pocket and shook them in front of the strong man's eyes.

As soon as the strong man saw the beautiful knife dangling in front of his eyes, he immediately threw away the wine bottle, turned around and ran towards the temple, and the speed was even faster!

This change made Basang and his party feel a little inexplicable. Isn't this guy crazy, and he runs away if he doesn't agree with him?

Just when everyone was feeling depressed and bored. I saw that the strong man just now, I don't know what method I used to sober up, and I seemed to take the opportunity to take a bath, smoke some sandalwood, and change into a moon-white monk's robe.

In the slight mountain breeze, the white clothes fluttered. Shicai is still a strong man who is a drunkard, and he actually has a bit of Zen.

"The poor monk is Fushimi, I don't know how many people came from afar, and I am really sorry for the disappointment. Come with me, several. ”

This is hell of a hell.

Could it be that the power of the sword here can be so great? After paying the tour guide fee, Basang and the others entered the monastery with the monk Fushimi.

At first, everyone stood outside and thought it was a garbage heap. But after following Fushimi in, I realized that I was thinking too much, where is the garbage heap here, this is a garbage dump!

The only difference is that all the garbage is sorted and put away, and it looks neat.

It's awe-inspiring.

A person who practices Buddhism while picking up garbage is not something that ordinary people can persevere. What's more, he just said that he was the presiding officer of Fushimi, so it proves that he has reached the level of a great monk, and according to the rules of the Dongying Temple, of course he can not help drinking and meat.

"I've been waiting for you for months, but unfortunately I haven't heard from you. Now that you're here, is the Tokugawa Shingo dead?"

"Yes. ”

"Then the second question, who is Xing Jie? If Xing Jie is not here, who is Basang?"

"I am Basan. ”

Fushimi circled around Basang a few times and nodded.

After sitting down again, Fushimi smiled and pulled out a small box from his arms. It was about the size of a cigarette case, and then it was placed on top of the small table between him and Basan.

"500,000 U.S. swords, this is the condition that Tokugawa Mago promised me. ”

Huang Xiaobo nodded, there was indeed such a sentence in the news from Xing Jie, which proved that this person was right.

Ye Hao angrily took out a card from his pocket and handed it over directly.

"The password is agreed upon by you. If you are not sure, you can go to any bank to make changes. ”

Fushimi nodded, took out a folded piece of paper from his bosom, and placed it on top of the box.

Then he took the bank card and put it in his arms and smiled. His eyes looked straight at Basang, and after a while, he sighed and said, "I was picked up by my master from the side of the road, and I have lived in this temple since I was a child. My dream has always been to become a host one day. And carry forward this Zen temple, and one day in the future will be able to enter the 64 temples in the front yard of the mountain.

But when I was thirty-two years old, on the day of my death, my master handed over this monastery to me. And, of course, the secret that has been hidden for countless years.

When I saw that thing, I realized why the master had already completed his cultivation and had a Buddha's mind so much higher than mine, but he died of anxiety early! It was also there that one day, I finally lost faith in the cultivation of the Buddha.

Now, the monastery is yours! The key is in the box, and the paper is the map of the cave. ”