Soon, an ancient building appeared in front of me, with a crimson wall, the top of the wall was paved with glazed tiles, and from a distance, the golden domes of several temples loomed.

Zhang Yang came to the temple gate, and a little monk who was sweeping the floor saw them, and couldn't help but be stunned, his face was full of strangeness, and he put down the broom and walked over.

The little monk bowed to Zhang Yang, folded his hands, and recited a verse: "Amitabha, donor, who are you?"

When Old Ghost Guo saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Little Master, dare to ask Master Jueyin if he is there?"

When the little monk heard this, he hurriedly nodded, his face was a little happy, as if he was afraid that he had missed something big, and said: "Here, two donors, but the master has been in retreat for many days, and now there is a master in the temple who is in charge of the uncle." ”

"Juekong?"

Old Ghost Guo was stunned, when he came before, he hadn't heard of Uncle Juekong, could it be that he was new?

But it shouldn't be, this temple has lived in the mountains for a long time and no one cares, so there will be people who come here to become monks?

"Well, Uncle Juekong has been living here for decades, and the two donors are guests, please come with me!"

The little monk seemed very happy, and without waiting for the two of them to speak, he hurriedly made way for them and led them in.

Zhang Yang didn't say anything, silently followed behind the little monk and entered the temple.

The temple is small and old, and many places have fallen into serious disrepair and dilapidated.

And Zhang Yang has gone all the way, except for the little monk, there seems to be no other miscellaneous servants.

The desolation is so desolate, it can be seen!

The little monk seemed to see the confusion in Zhang Yang's eyes, and hurriedly explained: "Don't be surprised, don't be surprised, there are fewer and fewer monks now, and the conditions are difficult in the mountains here, and no one has come for several years. ”

While speaking, the little monk had already led the two to a meditation room.

He reached out and gently pushed the door open, and a cloud of dust fell on the door frame.

The little monk hurriedly explained: "Forgive the donor, this meditation room, the little monk still cleans it often, but it has been here for five or six years, and there have never been pilgrims. ”

Zhang Yang shook his head, and said indifferently: "It's okay, you can stay, in addition, please trouble the little master, inform Master Juekong for us." ”

"Okay, donor, wait a minute!"

The little monk nodded hurriedly, and after briefly cleaning up the bed and table for the two of them, he got up and retreated.

After the little monk left, Zhang Yang came to the window and looked at the scene outside.

It is not surprising that the Buddhist temple is so desolate now.

Cultivating as a monk, being cautious in words and deeds, no one wants to live this way of pure cultivation.

"Old ghost, you said that you are mixing Yuan Zhu, is it in the hands of the abbot?"

After Zhang Yang watched it for a long time, he turned to look at Old Ghost Guo and asked.

"Yes, it was in the hands of Master Jueyin at that time, but ten years have passed, and it is still not in his hands, no one can say for sure, it's just ......"

Old Ghost Guo nodded, but when he was halfway through, he couldn't help but pause, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Just what?"

Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed and asked.

"It's just that this Uncle Juekong, Master Zhang Xianshi, I think something seems wrong. ”

Old Ghost Guo frowned, and said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yang asked.

"I can't say it well, but there is a question, if the Mixed Yuan Bead is now in his empty hands, he must also know the magic of the bead, will he easily give it to the Immortal Master?"

Old Ghost Guo said, raised his eyes to look at Zhang Yang, observed his expression, and said.

"Hmph, I can't let him call the shots of my things!"

Zhang Yang snorted coldly and said domineeringly.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock at the door, and at the same time a heavy voice was heard:

"Two donors, I am Master Juekong. ”

When the old ghost Guo heard this, he hurriedly looked at Zhang Yang, saw him nodded, walked and opened the door, and saw that it was a half-hundred-year-old man wearing a robe, his expression was withered, and his skin was like old bark.

A pair of eyes, deep and unfathomable, shining with fine light, make people look at it at a glance, and a chill suddenly arises on the back.

"Hello Master Juekong, please...... Please come in!"

Seeing this, Old Ghost Guo was stunned suddenly, and only reacted after a while, hurriedly folded his hands and bent over, and turned sideways to let him in.

"Thank you, donor!"

Master Juekong nodded and smiled, and stepped over the threshold and walked in.

"Master Juekong, my name is Zhang Yang!"

Seeing him come in, Zhang Yang turned around and arched his hand at him, nodded slightly, and said.

"It turned out to be Zhang Shizhu, Juekong has lost the distance, and I hope to forgive me, the temple lives in the mountains, I have not seen a foreigner for a long time, please bear with the two donors. ”

Juekong saw the relationship between the two at a glance, smiled slightly and bowed to Zhang Yang, and read a verse.

"It's okay, Master Juekong doesn't have to blame himself, I took the liberty to come here today to bother because I have something to ask for. ”

Zhang Yang didn't gossip any further, went straight to the point, and said.

"Oh, I don't know what is going on with Master Zhang, you might as well talk to the old monk and listen to it, or you can help one or two!"

When Juekong heard this, a trace of alertness immediately flashed on his face, but he still came to the table with Zhang Yang and sat down and asked.

"I'm here today because it's a mixed yuan bead!"

"Mixed ...... Mixed Yuan Bead?"

When Master Juekong heard this, his face suddenly froze, and his expression changed greatly.

"Yes, it seems that Juekong has also heard of the Mixed Yuan Bead?"

Zhang Yang saw that his face changed, and he couldn't help but smile, he already knew in his heart that this pearl must have something to do with Qianjiming Temple.

"I've heard of this well, but why does Master Zhang think that the Mixed Yuan Zhu will be in my temple?"

Juekong realized that he was a little out of shape, so he hurriedly sat upright, cleared his throat, looked at Zhang Yang with a vigilant and cautious face, and his tone was a little strong.

"As for where I found out, you don't need to ask, since the mixed yuan bead is now in your temple, then please take it out!"

Zhang Yang didn't talk too much nonsense, and said straight to the point.

He didn't have enough time for him to waste, his mother was still lying in the intensive care unit, his strength needed to be improved urgently, and Lin Shuwei's mother, as well as a series of matters, made Zhang Yang unable to continue to grind.

"Hand it over?"

Juekong's face darkened suddenly, a trace of malice appeared in his eyes, a smile of extreme disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he snorted coldly: "Let's not say that the mixed yuan bead is not in our temple, even if it is, how can you say that you will hand it over?!"

As soon as Juekong said this, the atmosphere of the entire meditation room instantly dropped to the freezing point, as if a sharp blade was hanging over the heads of the two people, and the swords were tense.

For a while, Guo Laogui's heart instantly rose to his throat, and he looked at the two of them with anxiety, and wanted to step forward to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak.

One is the abbot of the temple, and the other is an immortal master who holds his own life, and neither of them can be easily offended.

Seeing this, the little monk who was watching from the side hurriedly lowered his head, turned around and walked out, and closed the door by the way.

There are only three people left in the meditation room!

Old Ghost Guo couldn't sit or stand, so he had to step aside with an embarrassed face and observe the dynamics of the two.

Listening to Juekong's words, Zhang Yang's expression was still the same, but there was some contempt and contempt in his eyes.

"Master Juekong, this thing is my thing, and the thing is returned to its original owner, is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Yang said lightly, looking at Juekong calmly.

"Donor, the monk is the most taboo to speak, and I hope that the donor will speak carefully, the mixed yuan bead is a treasure of heaven and earth, how can it be your private property!?"

Juekong raised the corners of his mouth, pursed his lips with disdain, and looked at Zhang Yang's eyes, full of hostility.

"Master Juekong, since he is a treasure of heaven and earth, why can't it be someone else's private property?"

Zhang Yang continued to smile faintly and said.

"Donor, if you come to burn incense and worship the Buddha, the old monk is very welcome, but if you come here to make trouble, then I will invite you out!"

Juekong's face was stunned, his face was completely gloomy, he stood up suddenly, looked at Zhang Yang with a hideous expression, and pointed out the door and shouted.

"Hmph, Master Juekong, I'm afraid you don't have this power!"

Looking at Juekong, who was almost angry, Zhang Yang smiled coldly, and did not intend to leave at all, but picked up the teapot in front of him, poured a glass of water, and slowly tasted it.

"I am the abbot of this hospital, and now all the affairs of the hospital are represented by me, why don't I have this power!"

Juekong roared, looking at Zhang Yang's eyes, full of deep malice.

"Master Juekong, you dissipate your anger, Immortal Master Zhang, he didn't mean to do this!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, and if he didn't come forward to mediate, it might cause irreparable consequences, so he had to hurriedly walk between the two and said.

"No need, you are not welcome in this temple, you stay here, it is disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas, please leave!!"

Juekong didn't even look at Guo Laogui, he snorted coldly, and shouted at Zhang Yang in a firm tone.

"Disrespect for gods and Buddhas?"

Zhang Yang sneered, put down the wine glass and stood up, walked up to him with his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "Speaking of disrespect to the gods and Buddhas, among the three people present, I'm afraid Master Juekong has the most right to speak!"

"You...... What do you mean?"

Seeing that Zhang Yang had been staring at him, Juekong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and was a little weak enough to take a half step back, deliberately raising his voice and asking.

"Master Juekong, is the game delicious?"

Zhang Yang didn't say it explicitly, but deliberately leaned in front of him, earnestly.

"Good...... What do you say, what kind of game, how can a monk kill and eat meat, Amitabha, it is really a sin, a sin!"

Juekong just opened his mouth and spit out a word, suddenly changed his mouth and was angry, and after pointing at Zhang Yang fiercely, he hurriedly folded his hands and said.

"Hmph, you said that the family doesn't speak, why do you want to hide it from the Buddha?"

Zhang Yang's words are pressing, and he will not give way at all.

"It's nonsense, the old monk is dedicated to the Buddha, has the heart of purifying all sentient beings, and cares for the world, how can he do such a thing!"

Juekong denied it and said.

"Oh, yes, and the skeleton of the wild deer we saw on the side of the mountain road jumped into the fire by itself?"

Zhang Yang smiled, deliberately stared at him tightly, and said.

"No way, I've already dealt with ......"

Juekong blurted out, but before the sentence was finished, the whole person was suddenly stunned for a moment, and suddenly trembled with anger, and his teeth chattered, as if he wanted to devour Zhang Yang alive.