Enhan Temple. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is a temple located on the top of a hill, and there are many monks in it, but fortunately, the place is large and there are many large halls.

A large part of it, because it can't be maintained, lacks money, and is closed.

But the atmosphere of this Yuanhan Temple is very good in the local area, and it is said that the Buddha here really blessed everyone around.

The gate has some vicissitudes, and it can be vaguely seen that the three big characters of "Yuanhan Temple" are still vigorous and powerful, and the gate is tall and magnanimous, but it is a little gray.

The group led the horse and looked up, this place is really not small, but this thing has been on the time and is not bright.

"Brother Wu Neng, you go and ask. Dong Qinghe handed Monk Wuneng a picture scroll, which was based on his memory, the portrait of Monk Hui'an, which was made by the painter of Dongfu overnight last night, was of course old, and there were two vicissitudes in the treatment.

If you want to ask people without attracting people's attention, in this temple, there is only the enlightenment of fellow monks.

"Good. ”

Accepting this task, Wu Neng himself also wanted to find Monk Hui'an, who was also a veteran-level monk of the Buddha Yuan Temple.

Wuhai helped him lead the horse and waited behind to see that Wu Neng went to ask the young monk who was sweeping the floor.

This is the gate, it is the face of Yuanhan Temple, no matter how it is, it needs to be taken care of, and it can't be left to pile up the fallen leaves, which is naturally not like this.

"Amitabha, the little master is polite. Monk Wuneng approached, and whispered a Buddha name, which was close to the little master.

Wu Neng is a monk who truly believes in Buddhism, and has been chanting sutras for decades, and this style of being a monk is not idle.

At a glance, you know that this is indeed a fellow believer.

"Amitabha, the master is polite. The master came to the small temple, but what is the matter?"

The little master made a salute with one hand, and there are many monks who come here, many of whom are wandering, and want to come here to settle down and live here.

This monk looks at the clothes he is wearing, and he is also a wandering monk, and he probably wants to stay here.

Although Yuanhan Temple is not rich, it is a big place, and the host of the temple is willing to accept these monks, not to mention that it is close to Taijing City.

"The little monk came here many years ago, and the little monk once received the favor of a master and died. Later, I heard that the master was a high monk here, and he had only recently come all the way, so he wanted to thank him in person for saving his life. "Monk Wuneng meditated in his heart, the little monk has broken the precepts, it really shouldn't be, the Buddha don't blame, the Buddha don't blame.

This is what Wuhai forced him to say later, and he didn't want to, but this Wuhai is doing unsightly things, so naturally there is a way to make a monk who is not very good at kung fu say something that he wants to say.

After all, if this person knows that Hui'an is fine, as soon as he is exposed, he will have nowhere to find someone if he can't find anyone.

"The master has worked hard, I don't know which uncle in the temple the master is looking for?"

Looking at the age of this master, the one who can save him must be at least the uncle's.

"This master. Monk Wuneng took out the scroll from his bosom and unfolded it.

There is a monk wearing monk's robes, with a slightly yellow complexion, short eyebrows and thick lips, and a mole under his eyes.

"Oh, that's how the people here. The little monk glanced at it and recognized it, "This is Master Mingkong, who has been in our temple for several years." ”

"Thank you, little master, Master Mingkong is in the backyard?" asked Monk Wuneng with a sincere expression.

"That's right," the little monk still had to sweep the floor, and he couldn't leave, so he pointed out a way, "Walk all the way from the left side of the temple, follow the path, don't turn around, you can get to the backyard, and then just ask the people there, they all know Master Mingkong." ”

"Good. Monk Wuneng nodded: "Thank you, little master." ”

The latter group also entered the temple, these were all pilgrims, and the little monk had nothing to say, standing aside.

Wuhai still made a gesture, and someone went over to ask the little master where the horse was to be bolted.

The little master pointed the way, and after the man thanked him, everyone walked forward again.

These horses are all good horses with spirituality, and they are not very at ease here, so Wuhai specially sent one person to guard it, and the rest of the people passed along the road in a mighty way.

As for the trail that the little monk said, it is appropriate for a monk to walk, but it is a bit eye-catching for a group of them to walk together.

Along the way, passing through one palace after another, Dong Qinghe sighed, this is really good, this place is good, these buildings are so atmospheric, they are all rare.

It's just that in addition to the monks, I met two women dressed as peasants, and I guess they came here to make a vow.

These buildings are all exquisite, but in fact, they are almost the same.

Monk Wuneng came out of the Buddha Yuan Temple, which is only big and not small compared to here, and there is no delay along the way, looking for a place where no one is, he took this person through to the backyard.

This area is where the monks in the Yuanhan Temple live, and there are many people.

As soon as I walked in, I met the monk and asked, after all, Monk Wuneng is a living face, and there are so many donors, don't go wrong.

"Amitabha, this master. A monk blocked the way.

"Amitabha, the little monk is here to find Master Mingkong, and the little master in front of the temple told the poor monk. The monk Wu Neng saluted, and introduced the people behind: "These are poor monks and lay people, when the poor monks entered my door, they were the masters themselves, and the elders in the family looked for them a few days ago, so that they were not allowed to leave the poor monks, and the master didn't have to mind." ”

Dong Qinghe stopped quietly, and when he turned his eyes, it must be Wuhai's idea again, doing evil, doing evil, and letting this great monk break the precepts.

Wu Neng also kept chanting the Buddha in his heart at this time, Amitabha, Amitabha, the little monk is really forced to do so, don't blame the Buddha, don't blame the Buddha.

Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, not to mention a good person like Mrs. Dong, the Buddha blesses, and the Buddha is not to blame.

"Master Mingkong?" the monk who blocked the way looked him up and down, he was a wandering monk, and he was indeed a member of Buddhism.

Since it's the same family, it's good.

"Master Mingkong hasn't been out of the temple for a long time, why haven't I seen you here?"

"The little monk also recently learned that Master Mingkong was here. Monk Wuneng took out the picture scroll: "This is the little monk's painting based on his memories." ”

"Yes, it is indeed Master Mingkong. The monk who blocked the way nodded, it seemed that he did know Master Mingkong.

"Come with me. The monk turned around and led the way to Monk Wuneng, this is Yuanhan Temple, and he is not afraid of any conspiracy and tricks of these people, not to mention that there are still people's backyards everywhere.

Along the way, many monks looked at these people suspiciously, and they saw that it was not the monk Wuneng, but the group behind.

It's not that they haven't seen the donor come to the backyard, after all, they are all born to their parents, who don't have a layman relative, and there are many people who have come.

It's just that such a group of men is still rare, especially the first two, who don't seem to be ordinary people, either rich or expensive.

If you are looking for a practice, you must first go to the abbot, if it is not in this direction, then these are really the relatives of the monk.

It wasn't until he reached the gate of a small courtyard that the monk stopped and said to the monk Wuneng: "Master Mingkong lives here." ”

"Amitabha, thank you so much. Monk Wuneng smiled.

"Nothing. "The monk returned the salute," Rong Xiaoseng said as he entered. ”

Monk Hui'an is so old, even here, his seniority is high.

What's more, when Master Huiqing was presiding over the Buddha Yuan Temple, he was still a senior monk of his generation, and this Buddhist kung fu was not bad.

The monk entered, and as soon as Wu Hai's hand was raised, the people behind him were scattered, vaguely surrounding here.

A monk saw it in the back and wondered, but these people were brought in by people from this temple, and it was hard to say.

What's more, this place is close to Taijing City, and these people don't seem to be easy to mess with.

"This master, Uncle Mingkong said, there is no old friend, I don't know if this master is coming, but what advice do you have?"

The monks who had just entered came out, looking at them with a strange look on their faces.

Wu Neng smiled slightly, and stepped into the courtyard gate with Dong Qinghe and Wu Hai, regardless of the monk's dark face.

"Uncle Hui'an, my nephew Wu Neng has heard the news of my uncle from all the way to come, and I hope that my uncle will see me. ”

There was no sound inside for a long time, and Wu Neng was not surprised, still saluting and waiting.

The face of the monk in the back was better, Mingkong's law name was arranged according to the rules here after coming to Yuanhan Temple, at least there must be other law names.

This person can know Uncle Shi's previous Dharma name, and his expression is so sure, maybe he is really Uncle Shi's old friend.

After all, this uncle is really eccentric, and his old man is also eccentric, which is not surprising.

Dong Qinghe was still waiting for something to save his life, so he didn't have time to wait, he still waited for this kind of person.

stepped forward and pushed the door open, and inside, an old monk was sitting cross-legged.

Look, it's the portrait of the monk Hui'an.

"Uncle Hui'an, after the accident that year, after many years of separation, I finally saw you again. ”

The old monk raised his eyelids and glanced at the people outside, staring at Wu Neng: "A little familiar, whose disciple are you?" and turned his head to stare at Dong Qinghe: "Who are you, so rude!"

"Uncle Shi. Monk Wuneng bowed his head: "Huimeng is under the seat of Wuneng and has seen the master." ”

"You are a disciple of Huimeng, but you haven't seen you for many years. "Huimeng died in battle with Huiqing in order to protect the Buddha Temple, and the people in the Buddha Temple have some reverence for this monk.

"What are you looking for the poor monk?" just now, his tone was still improving, and in a blink of an eye, Monk Hui'an looked strange again.

"Uncle Shi, the little monk came here this time, and there is indeed something wrong. Wu Neng looked at Hui An: "I was entrusted by the people of the Medicine King Valley to come here, and I found a public case with my uncle." ”

When Monk Hui'an heard the words "Medicine King Valley", his face changed suddenly: "You monk, you are so rude, you dare to talk to your uncle like this, you haven't fallen into the devil's way." ”

Seeing the attitude of Monk Hui'an, everyone still didn't know that it was indeed related to this monk.

"Uncle Shi, those who have fallen into the devil's path are probably not poor monks. "Monk Wuneng still believes in Dong Qinghe and Wuhai very much, to be precise, he believes in the Dong family.

"Nonsense. Monk Hui'an's face was not good, and he looked at Wu Hai and Dong Qinghe, and his face had more scruples.

The monk at the gate of the courtyard finally couldn't help it, and waited for Hui'an's order: "Uncle Shi, here, do you want to call someone?"

"No, I don't. Hui An waved his hand, "This is indeed the junior of the previous cultivation place, you go out first." ”

"Yes. The monk stood outside the courtyard gate. But he refused to go any further.

He knows that this Uncle Mingkong has a lot of skills, but the people in it are obviously not good at coming, and the good ones are not coming.

"Uncle Shi, the master gate has been destroyed, and he shouldn't have come to the door again. It's just that this matter involved the Huiqing host back then, so I had to take the liberty of disturbing it. ”

Monk Wuneng still gives him face.

"But what about the destruction of the Buddha Temple? Could it be that you want to rebuild the Buddha Yuan Temple. "Hui'an's voice is very strange.

"The little monk doesn't have that ability. "When Monk Wuneng heard about the master, he was still very sad in his heart.

"This time I came because of Senior Brother Wuheng. Wu Neng looked up at the old Hui'an.

"Wu Heng, are you looking for him?" Monk Hui'an looked confused, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

"Uncle Shi obviously knows that Senior Brother Wuheng is no longer alive, so why bother to say this, Amitabha. ”

"Hahaha. Monk Hui'an suddenly laughed: "Your nephew is so rude, and suddenly came to me and said a lot of nonsense, saying what kind of medicine king valley it is, and it is Wuheng." A lot of words are illogical, isn't there a disease? ”

"Uncle Shi, obviously, this is the same thing. ”

Monk Wuneng sighed, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes: "That night, what Uncle Shi did was really impenetrable, if people don't know it, they can't do it unless they do." ”

"Bastard. Monk Hui'an was angry on the spot, looked at Wu Hai and Dong Qinghe, and sneered: "What do you mean by this?"

"Uncle Shi, what Huiqing presided over is from the Medicine King Valley, and now they are here to go back. ”

"Oh. Want to go back?" Monk Hui'an's tone turned a few times, which was very strange.

"I don't know who this is?"

Hui'an looked at Dong Qinghe and Wu Hai, both of whom looked like scholars, with clear eyebrows and thin figures.

Anyway, Wuhai also brought a sword, Dong Qinghe didn't even look like a scholar.

Dong Qinghe smiled: "It's me, the first master once handed over a thing to Master Huiqing, the presiding officer of your temple, for safekeeping, and then the master went, and once thought it was gone, but I didn't expect to get the news after checking it for so long." ”

"Master, you've broken the vows. ”

Breaking the precepts, Monk Hui'an sneered, the last thing he cared about was breaking the precepts.

"You are from the Medicine King Valley, what evidence is there?" Monk Hui'an looked over.

"Evidence? I just know what you took back then. Dong Qinghe chuckled, this monk really has it, this trip is really the right one.

"Tell me, why doesn't the old monk know that the old man sent something to the senior brother in charge. "Monk Hui'an still pretended not to know, if he didn't reach the Yellow River, he wouldn't die, and if he cheated him, it would be miserable.

"Monk, you still want to repay your debts. Dong Qinghe's expression was a little unkind, this monk was too annoying.

"Obviously, it's you, the little benefactor, who is reasoning, and I don't know how to blame the poor monks. ”

Monk Hui'an will not admit it, and if he does, it is theft and homicide.

"Great monk, I advise you to listen to me, don't ask for trouble. ”