As soon as you enter the temple, what you see is the relief of the Buddha statues of different forms on the walls of the surrounding courtyards, what is the side lying type, the sitting meditation style, the relativistic scripture, the contemplation, anyway, there are many different forms and expressions of people, and it makes people look at it to lifelike, just like a picture of a hundred flavors of life.

"Thousands of floating lives, thousands of postures, no self, no phase!" Long Qingyu couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the Buddha statues around him.

"Long Shaoxia, it seems that he is also very good at Buddhism!" said the little monk of Qianxiang with relish.

Long Qingyu has been familiar with some basic Buddhist scriptures since he was a child, and he has a good understanding of Buddhism, but when it comes to perfection, it is still a little worse.

"I've read some Buddhist scriptures since I was a child, but it's not a class to get an axe in front of you?" Long Qingyu shook his head slightly and said.

"Hehehe....... ”

The little monk of the Thousand Statues laughed when he heard this, but he did not refute it, his eyes also reviewed the Buddha reliefs in the four places, thought for a moment and nodded, and still walked forward.

Long Qingyu and the little monk of Qianxiang were talking and walking in front, chatting about the past and the past, and the two people who had eyes for each other were quite harmonious.

Baiwu in the back was shocked to watch, and said in his heart that this dragon young man and his little uncle had a really harmonious chat! I don't know what the origin of this dragon young man is.

Suddenly, Baiwu found the sword behind Long Qingyu, and one of the invisible momentum was a little breathless.

"What a powerful sword. The little monk said to himself, slowing down with the pace of the people in front of him.

Sword, Dragon Shaoxia!

Could it be Long Qingyu, who has been immeasurable for a while recently, and then remembered his appearance in the wind of the jade tree, and said in his heart, I'm afraid it can't be wrong, it's him!

"Qianxiang, I heard that something happened in the temple?" Long Qingyu said as he looked at the little monk beside him in an inquiring tone, and even changed his title after a long time of communication.

Just a few days ago, my master Bo Wanjie was killed in his meditation room, but I have no clue who the murderer is. The little monk sighed and shook his head.

Master Wanjie has a high prestige in the temple, and he is a senior disciple of the temple, in addition to the presiding disciple, whether it is Buddhism or martial arts, he is a first-class master in the temple.

Qianxiang has been worshipping under his master since he was a child, and as his master Bo Wanjie usually teaches him earnestly, which is undoubtedly a great help to Qianxiang.

For the unexpected suffering of the teacher, Qianxiang was both sad and lamented, and chanted for the teacher and uncle every morning and night in the five Buddha halls. In addition to these, I have to go to the abbot every day to ask for some of the latest clues about the murder of the master and the discussion in the rivers and lakes.

As a generation of monks, Wanxiang's murder can't be concealed even if he wants to hide it in Qiansi, and the paper is not hot, and there are different opinions about Wanxiang's murder in the rivers and lakes.

"Master Wanxiang's Dharma is profound, and it's a pity that he has been killed now. Long Qingyu sighed and said regretfully, he also admired Master Wanxiang very much, but at that time, he was only compared to the abbot Wankong, who was younger than him and better in Buddhism.

"Uncle Shi has no quarrel with the world in his life, but in the end he suffered this accident, which is really a big loss for my temple. The eyes of the little monk of Qianxiang became dim, if you find it deeply, you will know that there is still a coldness in his eyes, which is not surprising, for the person who killed the uncle, he has always wanted to investigate to the end.

Long Qingyu and a few people, under the leadership of the little monk of Qianxiang, came to a side room where pilgrims usually stay, and the little maid took the lead in the house to take a look.

The room was simple and neat, and the smoke of sandalwood lit on the disk on the table reverberated in the air, creating a quiet aroma throughout the room.

Xue Rubing and Ning Er put the baggage on their bodies in a corner of the room, while Long Qingyu chatted with Qianxiang about a few words.

"Brother Long, lunch is almost here, the inside of the temple is not as good as the outside, there are only some dormitories for fasting, and if you are not careful, please Haihan. The little monk then said, "Brother Long and the fairy are resting here, and I will come as soon as I go." ”

"Wait. Qianxiang, who had not yet gone out, was stopped by Long Qingyu.

"Brother Long, what else is going on?" the little monk of Thousand Statues turned around and said.

"If you have time in the afternoon, can you let me see the meditation room and ...... of Master Wanxiang Real body. Long Qingyu was a little stumbling when he talked about his real body.

Regardless of whether a person who cultivates Buddhism dies or accidentally returns to the West, he can use a special material of Buddhism to keep his body for a long time.

"Oh, Brother Long wants to find out who did it?" said the little monk with a puzzled look.

"It's also idle, if your temple is inconvenient, forget it. Long Qingyu also knew that his request seemed a little abrupt.

"Hehe, where does Brother Long say, if you have more strength, you will gain more, and you can't ask for it. The little monk said with a smile.

He agreed to be so happy and self-conscious, first, he knew Long Qingyu's personality, and Long Qingyu, as a rising star in today's rivers and lakes, may have different insights.

"Okay, then disturb the little monk, you still have your temple. Long Qingyu said with a smile.

"Amitabha, it's okay, Brother Long is resting here, I'll arrange it. ”

"Okay!" Long Qingyu said with a light smile, looking at the back of the little monk who was fading away, and suddenly showed a contemplative expression.

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Lunch is also rich, the little monk sent four dishes and one soup, looking at the appearance of the dishes are very exquisite, it looks delicious.

"Green vegetable tofu, how can there be no oil and water at all?" said the little maid Ning'er as she chewed the vegetables she had just eaten in her mouth.

"And this stewed mushroom, I can't smell the ...... at all. ”

"The soup is okay, with some egg yolks. The little maid's mouth has never been idle, either eating or talking, the first four dishes are all vegetarian, only this soup has just entered her eyes.

"Huh~"

The little girl received a flick of her fingers on the door of her head, and looked up to see that her young lady was looking at it!

"This is not a home, some of them are good to eat, and they are picky. The corners of Xue Rubing's red mouth hooked up with anger, glanced at her and said.

"Miss, it hurts!" the little maid said with some grievances on her head.

"Pain will make you remember more! Otherwise, I don't know when your mouth will be bad." Xue Rubing's eyes swelled with a look of both love and spirit.

"Miss, I'll remember later. The little maid muttered in her mouth, but the movements in her hands were not idle, and she still put vegetables into her mouth, without the slightest vigor when she said that these dishes were not delicious.

Long Qingyu looked at the words between the master and servant, and couldn't smile bitterly, sometimes they were sisters, sometimes they laughed and scolded, and no one was really angry with anyone.

(End of chapter)