When Yun Zheng saw Lang Lige and Sun Qizhi driving their bald tail horses back, his tears almost fell, and he walked out of the canyon, in front of which was a large plain, Yun Zheng returned to Wangjia Mountain with three hundred people after setting up camp, here needs to be found well, and the treasure should be here.

After climbing the Wangjia Mountain, it is time for the sunset to go down, Kongtong Mountain is really worthy of the first mountain in the northwest, looking at the verdant patch, the mountainside is surrounded by white clouds, the fog rises, and the mysterious veil is draped for Kongtong Mountain. From a distance, there seems to be a fairy drinking game in the mountains.

The smoke clouds drifted by, a corner of the eaves emerged from the clouds, just look at the corner of the eaves to know that there is a monk temple there, Wugou is very puzzled, Yun Zheng thinks it is interesting, a monk temple appears in the famous mountain of Taoism, it is also a must.

But where there is a high mountain, the clouds and mist always rise from the mountainside, people call this landscape the jade belt, if the mountain is not high enough, the clouds and mist flutter from the top of the mountain, such a landscape is also called beauty yarn.

Yun Zheng once laughed at the Baiyun Temple in Wugou, saying that he deliberately built the temple on the cold and wet mist belt for the sake of the beautiful scenery and to maintain a sense of mystery, purely to pretend to be a ghost and ignore the lives of the monks in the temple.

Wugou mouth tough, in fact, he himself regretted it, when the site was selected, he came to Dousha County with a bottle and a bowl, and raised a lot of money to build the Baiyun Temple, at that time only took into account the scenery and luck, but did not consider the people, when the cold fog passed from the Zen room, all the beauty turned into boundless cold.

The construction of Baiyun Temple is a mistake, is the construction of this temple also a beautiful mistake?

Yun Zheng and Wugou glanced at each other, then flicked their sleeves down the mountain, and walked along the rugged and slippery path Wugou smiled: "The monk here must be a rich monk, and the incense here must be very prosperous." ”

"How so?" Yun Zheng took out a folding fan, shook it twice, and closed it again when he felt that it was inappropriate.

"The monk's dream for many years is to lay bluestone on the Baiyun Path, especially after so many years, a temple in a bandit cave has such pomp. It really surprised the monk. ”

Yun Zheng put the fan behind his neck, and took the lead towards the temple with a haha, and when he turned around the foot of the mountain, he saw a very magnificent temple. The plaque reads Shinjo Zen Temple.

At this time, the gate of the temple was closed, only a few jackdaws landed on the surrounding trees and shouted, Yun Zheng did not knock on the door, but studied the inscription in front of the temple with great interest, Wugou glanced at the inscription and smiled: "Tang Zhenguan thirteen years, presided over the construction by Master Renzhi." Refusing to record the inscription and other materials, Tang Taizong Li Shimin once gave Tian Zhai, and Zhaoren Zhishi was the patriarch of Kongtong Mountain. Excavated the stone in Kongtong Mountain, founded a temple, and later generations respected him as the ancestor of Kongtong Mountain. The temple has always been the main temple of the Kongtong Mountain Yelin Dojo. In the Tang Dynasty, it was called "Minghui Zen Temple". Now it is called "Shinhayana Temple".

The monk only knows the Minghui Temple, but does not know the Zhencheng Temple, the Minghui Temple has been destroyed in the war as early as the five dynasties and ten kingdoms, and the temple is now reborn from the ashes, Amitabha. Good, good.

Legend has it that there is a Lingyun Pagoda in the temple, which was built in the Tang Dynasty, is built of seven levels of octagonal blue bricks, is nine zhang and six levels high, stands majestically, makes people look up. The tower is named after the eighty-eight Buddhas. Eighty-eight Buddha statues are enshrined, which is very solemn, and since you have arrived here, you must not worship. ”

The monk sorted out the monk's robes, then climbed the stairs, knocked on the knocker gently, and it didn't take much time for an old monk who couldn't see the age to open the temple door. Squinted his eyes and looked at Wugou Dao: "This temple is a Zen heart sect, specializing in the heart of the Buddha, and does not accept traveling monks from all directions. The senior brother may live in another place, and from here there is a family of good believers less than five miles ahead. The most kind thing is that the senior brother can go there to spend the night. ”

Wugou Jishou said: "Buddhism is a convenient door, what to say Zen heart, Taoist heart, a qiē Buddhism to my Buddha seat, it is just shit, and the Buddha does not worship, it is a great disrespect." ”

After speaking, he squeezed the old monk away with his fat body, and strode into the temple, Yun Zheng laughed and followed in, just took the fan off his neck and shook it quickly.

The gold leaf is a necessary equipment for Yun Zheng, and he took out two pieces and put them in the old monk's hand and said, "Add it as sesame oil money." ”

As soon as he entered the door, Yun Zheng saw a huge heart word, this word was not written with a brush, but was engraved on a huge bluestone, the pen is vigorous and simple, Yun Zheng felt that this was not like a monk wrote, but like a general with thousands of troops and horses. Iron hook silver painting, momentum extraordinary.

After reading the words for a while, but there was no name left under the words, and the old monk stood aside like dead wood, seemingly ignoring the large group of people in front of him.

There are all the things that should be in the temple, such as the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Tianwang Palace, the Jade Buddha Palace, the Dizang Palace, the Wei Dao Palace, the Garan Hall and the bells and drums, the incense and candles in the main hall are also there, the golden body of the statue is also very well preserved, the most important thing is that it is very clean, it seems that someone is cleaning and wiping all the time, the only thing in the whole temple is the lack of monks, the fat monk still comes with himself, and this old and thin monk can't be a well-organized figure who will take care of the whole temple by himself.

Wugou saw the Buddha to worship, very pious, this way I don't know how many Buddhas to worship, I don't know how many pillars of incense, the monks of many times even the wood carving behind the door have worshipped, but the expression on the face is more and more compassionate.

He seemed to be very sad, and the old monk also seemed to be very sad, when Wugou was chanting, he was knocking on the wooden fish and chanting in a low voice, and it was only at this time that Yun Zheng believed that this was a real monk.

The scriptures are dry and difficult to understand, and if you don't have decades of hard work, you can't understand the true meaning of them, and it is even more difficult to memorize them. Wugou was chanting, but Yun Zheng was sitting on the threshold, looking around, unconsciously, the sky had darkened, just when Yun Zheng was about to find a place to sleep, he found that those jackdaws still refused to rest.

The crow will not have such a deep will, as long as it can return to the nest, it is not willing to fly around without a head.

"Where are those jackdaws' nests?" Yun Zheng and the other old monks asked softly after reading the scriptures.

The old monk's face twitched, and he pointed to the tall tower behind the temple, which should be the Lingyun Pagoda in Wugoukou, which looked dark and swarthy in the dim sky, and there was really a feeling of piercing and piercing the sky.

Liang Ji and Peng Jiu quickly led people to surround the tower, Peng Jiu lowered his body and twisted his finger on the ground, put it on his nose and smelled it, and said to Yun Zheng: "General, it is blood, and it will definitely not take more than an hour." ”

Yun Zheng calculated the time, and found that an hour ago, he was still in a hurry to find a horse, no matter how great Lang Lige and Sun Qizhi's ability was, it was impossible to bring back a lot of war horses, in the end there were five less, Yun Zheng took people to look for a long time before they found it in a small mountain col, where there were dry thorns everywhere, and the war horses were trapped in it and couldn't get out.

At that time, it was also the time when Hanlin and Ma Jinhu were tracking Qin Lang, I don't know who was injured, anyway, it couldn't be Hanlin them, because Yun Zheng searched for a long time, but he didn't find the mark left by Hanlin.

The pagoda is actually very annoying, there is only one road up and down, or stairs, in addition to the Yellow Crane Tower, there is only one staircase leading to the top, and the top floor of the pagoda is also called Baori Hanzhu, which can only allow people to slowly drill in, in such an environment, Yun Zheng feels that it is not a good idea to stick his head into it and be cut off.

Liang Ji, who was used to catching foxes in his hometown, grinned and brought a large pile of firewood and grass, poured some water on the firewood and grass, and after lighting the hay underneath, the smoke spread along the chimney-shaped pagoda.

Several plants that tasted very bad were also thrown into the fire by the hunters of Dousha Village, and there was a violent coughing sound on the pagoda, and Yun Zheng was happy when he heard the sound, obviously, one of them was Qin Lang, and this guy even choked and coughed very differently from others.

"Lao Qin, come down, let's have a good chat, today in the valley is too far away, I don't hear some of what you said very clearly, let's talk slowly, everything is easy to discuss, they are all scholars, Sven can't sweep the floor."

After a long while, four knives were thrown down from the tower, and under the escort of the sergeant and spear of the Jiazi battalion, Qin Lang and the four black-clothed bandits came out of the tower, but there was no longer the arrogance of the day.

Yun Zheng affectionately climbed on Qin Lang's shoulder and said: "I have always wanted to ask you, talk about the things in the daytime, according to your table in the daytime, it is definitely not something that a veteran of the rivers and lakes can do, I just want to know where the King of Heaven has gone?" Why does it seem that all the qiē here is your decision?

If it is the king of heaven, I dare to guarantee that the worst situation now is also a lose-lose situation, you are cunning enough, but definitely not a hero who can dominate one side, to be honest, after my big victory today, I also feel that my luck is really good and can not be better, you sent 3,000 people to die, this I really did not think, who would have thought that you would send people out to die, just to consume my crossbow arrows, if you are decisive enough, wait for those people to be killed by me immediately after the troops cover up, do you know, In that case, I won't even have a chance to let the horse step on you, so help me explain a thing or two, lest I can't sleep tonight. ”

Qin Lang raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat beads on his face, hesitated to take the water hyacinth handed over by Yun Zheng, and then sat on the ground and mourned: "General, you also saw it, the late life is actually helping you!" ”

When these words came out, not only Yun Zheng was stunned, but the four bandits who were tied up like zongzi also looked over in surprise.

ps：

The third chapter was delivered, sorry, and took a nap. Chapter 4 will be delivered soon.