It's night.

The night was dark.

The rain in the sky still doesn't stop.

At this time, after nightfall, the eldest lady had already left, and there were only three people left in the entire Taoist temple, Jin An, the old Taoist, and the sword.

and a goat.

In the end, Jin An agreed to go down to the Yinyi River and find the Dragon King, since this matter was related to that group of antique dealers, then it was impossible for him to stay out of it.

As long as it can sabotage the plans of these people.

He's happy to push the boat along.

He asked the eldest lady to help him recommend it to Lord Fu Yin, and then the eldest lady left and asked him to wait for news.

Jin An sat on the bed, meditated, exhaled, inhaled, Jin An felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and his body seemed to be lighter than a leaf.

The body is light.

Jin An was already out of his body, he turned around to look, and saw that on the bed behind him, he himself was still in a posture of meditating cross-legged in the flesh.

Jin An's spirit wandered around the house.

Ever since he had refined his spiritual martial arts, his soul had been able to wander freely at night.

Looking at the drizzle outside the house, Jin An's eyes moved, his spirit floated to the outer wall, and people easily passed through the wall.

Outside the wall, it was raining.

Didi Da Da -

The rain ran down the eaves, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

Jin An continued to float out of the eaves, and all the rain penetrated his body.

Just when Jin An was playing in the water and was full of interest, suddenly, click! boom!

A bolt of lightning split the sky, and the thunderbolt fire shook deafeningly, this was a heavenly killing machine.

Jin An, who was still playing in the rain just now, was almost dissipated by the thunder, and his spirit was confused, confused, and had a headache.

Jin An understood.

He was shocked.

If he is frightened again, even if he does not die, he will lose his soul, and the three souls and seven spirits will be frightened and lost.

Jin An didn't dare to hold it up, he endured the uncomfortable feeling of being muddy, and his soul quickly floated into the house, and then removed three yellow talismans from his palm.

It is the Liuding Liujia Talisman that has been sealed three times, the Five Thunder Evil Talisman that has been sealed three times, and the Five Thunder Evil Talisman that has been sealed once.

It wasn't until the twelve divine dao breaths on the Liuding Liujia Fu reflected all over his divine soul, warming his divine soul over and over again, and after about half an hour, Jin An's divine soul returned to its peak.

There are a total of 12 righteous gods in Liuding and Liujia, which are divided into six yin gods and six yang gods, which can grow and warm the body when they are in the yang world, and can grow and warm their souls when they are in the underworld.

Jin An, who was reborn as a dragon and a tiger, was no longer sluggish, confused, and confused in his mental thinking, and he had regained his clear will, and began to think about what was going on with the thunder just now?

Why did God immediately give him a thunderclap as soon as he was out of his body?

This means that people are doing, the sky is watching, and being a person is not a villain?

Jin An felt that this must be a coincidence.

This reminded him that before the soul was strong enough, the most taboo thing for the soul out of the body was wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Next, with three yellow talismans in his arms, he stood in the courtyard through the wall again, and waited for a stick of incense, but this time no thunder fell.

I waited for another stick of incense.

Everything is calm.

The sky and the earth were so quiet that there was only the sound of the rain and the ticking of water droplets on the eaves.

Jin An pondered for a moment, and with three yellow talismans in his body, he began to inspect the Five Organs Taoist Temple.

The Five Thunder Emperor Hall is normal.

The Liuding Rokuka Martial God Temple is normal.

Sanqing Hall is normal.

To tell the truth, after Jin An's soul went out of his body, he was not very accustomed to entering the Sanqing Palace, and there were gods three feet above his head, and I don't know if he, a fake Taoist, had a little weak relationship in front of the Taoist Sanqing sage.

In addition to facing the main entrance, there is a statue of Sanqing God in the Sanqing Palace, and there is a small side hall in the hall to guard the left hand of the Sanqing saint.

That person is the ancestor of the Five Organs Taoism.

All right.

Facing the gaze of the ancestor master, Jin An became even more empty-hearted.

After hastily inspecting the Sanqing Palace, Jin An floated out of the Sanqing Hall in embarrassment as if fleeing for his life.

In order to cover up his weakness of heart, he was like a king patrolling the mountain, and he inspected the five visceral Taoist temples up and down again, and after seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he floated out of the five visceral Taoist temples.

He floated around the Five Visceral Taoist Temple, and when he saw that there was no abnormality around him, he let go of his speed and drifted towards Jiafu at full speed.

According to the narration of the eldest lady during the day, the attic in Jiafu is covered with yellow charms to ward off evil spirits, which is the boudoir of a young lady in Jiafu.

The daughter's name is Jia Zhidie.

Jia Zhidie is outstanding in appearance, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is a famous beauty in Fucheng, and she is the daughter of the Jia family, one of the three major medicinal herb merchants.

Jia Zhidie's threshold was almost trampled on.

Pity.

Heavenly jealousy.

A few years ago, when Jia Zhidie was swimming in a painting boat, she accidentally fell into the water and her bones were gone.

So far, the bones of this eldest lady of the Jia family have not been found.

In the attic where Jia Zhidie lived, the sound of gongs and drums faintly came out at night, as if a family was doing a happy event, and the people were noisy, like hundreds of tables of wedding banquets were set up in a small attic, entertaining guests.

It went on for days.

Every time I pushed the door to check, the sound disappeared again.

Not to mention the living in the house, there is not even a ghost shadow.

Tossed like this for a few days, the Jia family lived in fear every day, couldn't sleep at night, obviously it was a funeral, but someone did a happy event in the girl's room, I heard that the old lady of the Jia family at that time was so angry that she fell ill, and suspected that there was an enemy in the secret troublemaker.

Later, I found a master to put a letter in the attic, and the movement of the wedding banquet in the attic at night stopped.

But I haven't been able to find out who is behind the scenes.

This incident hit the Jia family very deeply, and at the same time, it also made the Jia family very taboo, but the funeral became a happy event, and the yin and yang were reversed, which was a big taboo for the living people who were still living in the yang world, plus they were afraid of insulting Jia Zhidie's name, so the Jia family hid this matter back then.

All the subordinates and servants who knew about it were assigned to other places, and the subordinates of the year, the servants who walked and scattered, were no longer in the city.

It took a lot of work for the eldest lady to find out about the secret things of the year.

It can only be said that all the gentry of the noble family with a big family and a big business attach great importance to the ugliness of the family, and they are worried about being criticized by their peers.

Sometimes the heart can kill people.

The Jia family's mansion.

When the spirit of Jin An floated here, he began to observe around the Jia family, and the Jia family had a feng shui bureau laid by a master who could protect the Yang house.

It can block evil spirits and wild gods.

Protect the safety of the house.

Jin An, who had been sealed three times, naturally wouldn't really be afraid of this Yang Mansion Feng Shui Bureau, but he didn't have a deep grudge against the Jia family.

If you really break the Jia family's feng shui bureau.

Add only one cause and effect.

It can even hurt innocents.

So he mainly came to stop tonight to watch Jia Zhidie's attic from afar.

Jin An's divine soul began to float higher and higher.

Look down on the vast earth beneath your feet from a high vantage point.

The higher the soul floats, the wind howls in the sky, and the more difficult it is for the soul to rise every inch.

In the end, Jin An was ten zhang above the ground, with a bird's-eye view of the panoramic view of Jia's house.

That's not his limit.

It's just that no matter how high it is, it's not necessary, and the damage to the soul is too great.

Jia Zhidie's attic is located in the west corner, where the lights are dark, there is no trace of people, and there is no smell of fireworks.

Even the pavilions within a few feet of the surrounding area were deserted and uninhabited.

It's like a dead land, a forbidden place, isolated from it.

Anyone who is related to Jia Zhidie is shunned in the Jia family.

Jin An frowned.

After listening to the words of the eldest lady during the day, he and the old Taoist priest both doubted that this Jia Zhidie held a wedding banquet in the attic and made a hole in the room, could it be that he was killed by the dragon king?

......

......

The next day.

An old monk came to Fucheng.

The old monk came to Fucheng alone, holding a Zen staff and wearing a robe.

The old monk crane beard and childish face, long beard hanging down on his chest, looked like he was eighty or ninety years old, still old and strong, and his eyes were hidden in the profound essence of Buddhism.

The old monk looked a little tired, he should have come all the way to Fucheng, but his robe could still be kept spotlessly clean.

This old monk is a master of Shakya.

When the monk came to the city gate, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city, and the monk handed out his degree with a kind and gentle face.

When the soldiers defending the city saw the identity information on the meter, they were so frightened that they saluted in a panic.

"It turned out to be a senior monk from Zhenguo Temple, and I hope that the senior monk will forgive our brothers for their rude collision, Master Huizhen, please come in quickly, please come in quickly. ”

The soldier said with trepidation.

Zhenguo Temple.

It is the largest temple from the northern capital, and it is the holy place of Buddhism in the Buddha's mind.

One could even say.

There are so many Buddhist temples and Buddhas in Kangding Kingdom, all of whom want to be able to enter Zhenguo Temple to comprehend higher Buddhism for their lives.

The monk sang a Buddha name, Amitabha, the donor is polite, you and I are both people of Kangding, and we should abide by the laws of Kangding, and you are also the responsibility of the donor, and it is natural to check every passerby.

"Master Huizhen, you are a senior monk of Zhenguo Temple, you came to our Wuzhou Mansion this time, is it because the matter of the Dragon King case has been spread to the capital, and Zhenguo Temple specially sent a senior monk to help us investigate the Dragon King case?"

The soldiers guarding the city saw that the monk in front of him was very talkative, and he was compassionate, so he had the courage to ask Master Huizhen the purpose of coming to Fucheng this time.

"Amitabha. ”

"The old man of the Dragon King case has heard a little on the road, and I believe that Lord Fu Yin will properly handle folk affairs. ”

"Lao Qu came to Fucheng this time, mainly to go to Bailong Temple to meet old friends and do some things. ”

The monk said.

The soldiers defending the city heard that Master Huizhen still had important things to do, and did not dare to stop him any longer, and finally under his respectful escort, the senior monk known as Master Huizhen, with a Zen staff, walked all the way to the direction of the White Dragon Temple, the only low mountain in the city.

When Master Huizhen passed by the camel coffin stone ox placed in the city, the people stopped.

"Is this the stone ox salvaged from the bottom of the Yinyi River in Wuzhou Mansion, the relic of the predecessor who failed to solve the immortal?"

Master Huizhen stopped for a long, long time.

There was regret in his eyes.

There is a sigh that creation makes people.

It's embarrassing.

Finally, he folded his hands together at Shi Niu and sighed lowly: "The world is a great sea of suffering, and all living beings are people who have fallen into the water. ”

The surrounding passers-by frequently looked sideways at the old monk who saluted a stone ox, but Master Huizhen ignored the worldly gaze, and after continuing to salute, he picked up the stainless steel Zen staff with the pestle on the side, turned around and left, and went straight to the direction of the White Dragon Temple.

When Master Huizhen left, some passers-by approached and were surprised to see that where Master Huizhen was standing, there was a hole left in the hard stone pavement, and the hole was a finger deep.

This hole is exactly where the Zen stick was standing just now.

Only then did everyone understand that they had just met a monk, the crowd was boiling, and when they remembered to look for the departing monk, they found that there were people coming and going in the market, and the figure of the monk had already disappeared into the crowd.

Only they regretted how they didn't have a relationship with the monk just now.

The White Dragon Temple on the low hill of Fucheng is repaired to be splendid, magnificent and magnificent, like a wood show in the forest, and the people of the whole city can see the Dharma Pudu as long as they look up.

When Venerable Huizhen came to the foot of the mountain, the incense devotees here were busy and there was an endless stream of people.

At the foot of the mountain, there were shouts, shouts, and the sound of naughty children running and chasing and frolicking.

Among those cries are those who sell incense and candles, those who sell dandan noodles, those who sell pastries, those who sell vegetarian buns, and those who sell children's masks and rock sugar gourds......

At the foot of the White Dragon Temple, there is a lot of traffic, crowded, and it has become one of the most lively and prosperous areas in the city, and even many monks are seen going in and out of a shop to collect rent.

This large area of the street market at the foot of the White Dragon Temple Mountain is the property of the White Dragon Temple.

Looking at the bustle and bustle in front of the Buddhist temple, Master Huizhen frowned.

Buddhism is a place of purity.

This scheming businessman's philistine face disturbed the Buddha's tranquility, so that the monks in the Buddhist temple still had the mind to calm down and practice Buddhism and the Buddha's heart.

I'm afraid that this Buddha's heart has all been drilled into the eyes of money.

"Since entering the Jingcheng National Temple to meditate on higher Buddhism, this farewell is more than a dozen spring and autumn seasons, and the current Bailong Temple is no longer the Bailong Temple that Lao Qu was familiar with more than ten years ago. Today's White Dragon Temple has changed its smell and turned into a copper smell. ”

Master Huizhen looked at the monks who were collecting rent in a shop, shook his head and sighed, he simply couldn't see it, he climbed the steps, stepped on the stone steps, and climbed the mountain to the White Dragon Temple at the top of the mountain.

The White Dragon Temple occupies a very large area, built the atmosphere, magnificent, the high-rise pavilion with yellow walls and golden tiles, like a palace, exquisite.

Those golden tiles are shining in the sun, golden and brilliant, as if coming to the legendary Buddha Palace full of gold.

Just at the first glance, it shocks people's minds, feels magnificent, people baptize in the light of the Buddha, Vientiane emptiness, and marvel at the wonder of heaven and earth.

People can't help but admire and worship, as if they have really come to the holy land of Buddhism.

The so-called gold tiles are made of polished and smooth copper sheets, and there are also tiles with gold leaf or red gold wrapped in copper sheets. And under the eaves of the golden tile roof, there are also hanging **, treasure plates, cloud patterns, magic bells and other things to drive away evil and avoid evil.

This gold-tiled roof building is also called "Golden Dome" in Buddhism.

It is also called "Buddha light".

The light of the Buddha shines.

Pudu sentient beings.

The world is a sea of suffering.

Everyone is a person who falls into the sea.

Everyone wants to jump out of the sea of suffering and reach the other side of the heart.

Therefore, the deeper the secular obsession, the deeper the people who are trapped in the sea of suffering, the more they worship ghosts and gods and Buddhas.

It is still daytime, the incense in the White Dragon Temple is vigorous, in front of the incense burner in the various halls, small halls, and squares, it is crowded with the female dependents of the big families who come here to burn incense and worship the Buddha and pray for blessings, scholars, laymen, sons, squires, and more ordinary people.

Even the plaque of the White Dragon Temple is gilded in big characters, and it makes sense that the incense of the White Dragon Temple can flourish forever.

Master Huizhen hadn't entered the White Dragon Temple yet, but was stopped by the warrior monk guarding the gate of the White Dragon Temple: "I don't know what this master is called?"

"Which temple is it from?"

"This visit to my White Dragon Temple, is it to find someone or something? If it is to find someone, there can be an invitation or letter to visit. ”

The warrior monk was polite.

And not slack, arrogant.

Master Huizhen saw that he was stopped outside the temple gate, so he took out the official family from his robe and handed it to the other monk: "The old man's name when he became a monk in the White Dragon Temple was Huizhen. ”

"Hui Zhen?" the warrior monk looked suspicious.

"Have any of you heard of it?"

"I haven't heard of this senior in the temple. ”

"I haven't heard of it. ”

"I haven't heard of it either. ”

Listening to the conversation of several warrior monks and juniors in front of him, Master Huizhen's Meditation Buddha heart rippled: "Amitabha, sure enough, things are wrong, no one will recognize me as an old monk after more than ten years, and I can't imagine that if I return home once after more than ten years, I will be turned away." ”

The wanderer returns home.

But he couldn't even enter the door.

Master Huizhen couldn't say that he was suffering a lot, but he still felt a lot of emotion.

Although the warrior monks in front of them didn't know who Huizhen was, they all knew words, and they were all shocked when they saw the words Zhenguo Temple on the official degree.

Immediately someone ran into the White Dragon Temple, not long after, the people who came to the White Dragon Temple to offer incense saw that the White Dragon Temple usually asked for a sign and asked for a hexagram can not meet once, usually a group of monks who live in a simple place, holding the hem of the robe in their hands, and hurriedly ran out of the White Dragon Temple with a look of ecstasy.

Then under the surprised and stunned gazes of the people, the people saw that the senior monks in the White Dragon Temple actually all went out respectfully to greet an old monk.

In the end, the old monk was greeted all the way to the private residence in the temple by the senior monks of the White Dragon Temple, turning away the people who were watching the excitement.

Private forbidden places, outsiders are strictly forbidden to trespass.

The White Dragon Temple is built like a small palace, Master Huizhen has come all the way, you can see carved beams and painted buildings everywhere, white marble, magnificent, magnificent, the White Dragon Temple is rich and oily.

"Senior Brother Huizhen, back then, among our senior brothers, you were the only one with the highest Buddha nature among us, and you all entered the Huguo Temple in the capital to refine and practice profound Buddhism. ”

"On the contrary, it is a few of our senior brothers, Buddhism is not refined, the dust root can not be completely cut off, a lifetime of self-styled in the Fucheng White Dragon Temple, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, the wind is old and the candle is old, the same year shaved more than 30 people who entered the White Dragon Temple, now there are only five of us left... Hey, time flies, the years urge people to get old, and we can't accept the old anymore. ”

The speaker was an old monk with an old dragon clock, and he couldn't even walk with his legs and feet.

The face is covered with black-gray age spots.

It is estimated that the oil is also exhausted, and the longevity is approaching.

"No wonder Senior Brother Huizhen back then, even the abbot can give it up, Senior Brother Huizhen of that year already had the ambition of Honghao, and his ambition is not in a corner of Wuzhou Mansion. "This time the speaker is an old monk with a slightly hunchbacked background.

"There are countless Buddhist scriptures and wonderful laws in the Jingcheng National Temple, which is the holy place that countless Buddhist disciples yearn for, and Senior Brother Huizhen was the first person in Huigen among our senior brothers, and it is not strange that he can go to the Jingcheng National Temple to continue to refine the Dharma and Buddha nature. It's just that this has been going on for more than ten years, and the correspondence has gradually become inconvenient, and I don't know what kind of state Senior Brother Huizhen's Dharma cultivation has reached now?"

Another old monk of Bailong Temple said, his voice is rough, and he is the youngest of several old monks, and he is an old monk in his old age.

Walking around the private courtyard of the White Dragon Temple, the group came to a meditation room and sat down one after another.

Master Huizhen had a kind face and dealt with everyone's many questions one by one.

In fact, these people are not his fellow masters and brothers.

It was the same group of people who were ordained together and entered the White Dragon Temple in the same year.

It's just that the years have passed, and the old people of the year have all entered the loess, and only a few of them remain.

"What about Senior Brother Hui Yan and Senior Brother Hui Chi, why don't you see my two junior brothers greet me?" Master Hui Zhen asked suspiciously, looking around at the old monks surrounding him.

This Huiyan and Huichi are the disciples of the same master as him.

None of the junior disciples of the same vein came out to greet him.

Instead, the other parishioners came out to meet him with ecstasy.

"Senior Brother Huizhen, you are not lucky, the two junior brothers Huiyan and Huichi happen to be in the realm of life and death because the limit is approaching, and they want to break through the realm. ”

Several old monks explained.

At this time, these old monks, with a large group of disciples and grandchildren, dozens of people, welcomed the return of Master Huizhen, interrupting Master Huizhen's thoughts, and Master Huizhen responded to the respectful greetings of those juniors one by one.

"Chan Yuan, you come here and have seen your Uncle Huizhen. "The old monk with old age spots on his face and the senior brother of Master Huizhen raised his hand and beckoned to the crowd when he introduced his disciples and grandchildren.

"Senior Brother Huizhen, this Chan Yuan is my closed disciple, hahaha, I saw you back then in Chan Yuan, the same so talented, Buddha nature is profound, his comprehension ability in Buddhism and Buddhist scriptures is more insightful than a few of us old monks who are hundreds of years old together. Born with a beautiful jade suitable for practicing Shakya Buddhism. ”

"Haha, it should be said that Zen is far more outstanding than the talent of your young brother Huizhen, he is born with the heart of the Three Lotus Buddha, with three hearts in his body, natural divine power, and vast Buddhism. So I gave him the Dharma name 'Chan Yuan', and my disciple was destined to go out of the Buddha road farther than a few of us old monks and find the other side of my Buddha. ”

This monk named Chan Yuan is very young.

He is about 20 years old, and his bearing is calm.

His skin is bronze, slightly topaz texture, like amber and jade, his body is strong, and his sturdy body is full of amazing strength, not like ordinary monks, who are white and pure, with fat heads and big ears.

But he has a graceful bearing, his eyes are like stars, his forehead is bright and seems to be faintly illuminated by the Buddha under the bronzed skin, he does not look like an ordinary monk, but a Buddhist monk who hides the Buddha's light in his eyes, and the Dharma has been refined to a profound, mysterious realm.

Chan Yuan handed over a cup of filial piety tea.

Master Huizhen took the tea and took a sip: "It is indeed the beautiful jade of Zhong Tiandi's Lingxiu." ”

At this time, the younger and more energetic old monk asked curiously: "Senior Brother Huizhen came all the way from the capital to Wuzhou Mansion this time, why is Senior Brother Huizhen the only one who came?"

"I don't know why Senior Brother Huizhen came to the White Dragon Temple?"