Just as it was surprising to hear that there was a temple here, the scale of Jiayuan Temple once again surprised Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha.

On the leeward side of the hillside, in a slightly flat place, a group of red-walled and blue-tiled buildings revealed their original faces. Preliminary visual inspection, this Jiayuan Temple is built on the mountain, at least three in and three out of the courtyard. A temple of this scale is nothing in the mainland, just a small temple. But this is the depths of the Great Snow Mountain, and even from the tribe of the Toba people, it took three or four days to get here. Even if you build an adobe house here, it's pretty remarkable. Such a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, the elaborately decorated red walls and blue tiles, and the golden roof of the temple all show the delicacy and luxury of Jiayuan Temple, and I really don't know how it was built in the first place.

Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha thought that they would see a few rough stone houses here.

Since they are ascetics, none of the teachers in the temple will care about these external things, right?

Who knows that it is not true.

Even Xiao Fan was aroused by the curiosity of the temple in the depths of the snowy mountain.

"Mr. Xiao must think it's a little strange, right?"

Dan Zengji said to Xiao Fan as he strode forward, with an indescribable pride in his tone. Anyway, this miracle appeared in the Great Snow Mountain, in his hometown.

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "It's a bit true, I don't know how much manpower and material resources it will take to build such a temple at the beginning." ”

Teng Tseng Ji immediately said, "Mr. Xiao, in fact, Jiayuan Temple has a history of more than a thousand years. Earlier than the history of the Grand Palace of the capital. ”

"Oh?"

Xiao Fan's eyebrows suddenly raised.

This time, Xiao Fan was really a little surprised.

More than a thousand years ago. At that time, even the founding patriarch of the plateau Buddhism had not yet appeared. The plateau at that time. There is a big difference from the plateau that people later recognized. But Xiao Fan believed. The geography and climate should not change much. At that time, the technology was even more backward than it is now, and it was only possible to build such a temple in the depths of the Great Snow Mountain.

"Yes, Kabara Temple is currently one of the oldest temples in the plateau, and the construction level was extremely high, and after it was completed, it basically did not undergo large-scale repairs, until now. Only minor patches. ”

Xiao Fan nodded and did not speak again.

A group of five people came to the outside of Kahara Temple, the courtyard gate was hidden, and the surroundings were quiet, only the whistling sound of the cold mountain wind passing through the valley on one side was completely out of bounds with this side.

Ji Qingsha exclaimed: "What a pure land outside the world. ”

No wonder those lamas chose to do penance at Kabara Temple, where there is real silence, and there is no noise except the sound of nature.

It's different from ordinary temples. There is no "doorman" in Jiayuan Temple, everyone pushes open the door and walks in, and the temple is surprisingly quiet, and even the whistling sound of the mountain wind can not be heard. Even suspicious. Is there really a living person living in this temple?

Fortunately, Tenzin Ji seemed to be very familiar with Jiayuan Temple, and took Xiao Fan and others through the temple, and soon found a middle-aged monk in a quiet monk's room. The monk was dressed in a thin monk's robe. The inch-long hair was black and shiny, without the slightest hint of whiteness. He looked like he was in his forties. In the monk's room, the furnishings are extremely simple. There wasn't even a brazier, and the temperature inside the room was about the same as outside.

But looking at the monk's expression, he didn't care. I don't know if it's a profound cultivation or a habit of becoming natural, or maybe it's both.

Tenzin Gyi had great respect for the middle-aged monk, bowed in order, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Master Gyatso! ”

The middle-aged monk smiled, nodded, his eyes quickly swept over everyone's faces, and then fixed on Xiao Fan, his eyes narrowed slightly, obviously Xiao Fan's clothes were more "cool" than him, which surprised the Gyatso master.

Although it is cold in the temple, it is built in a leeward place, and it is completely different from the ice and snow outside. Even if he is a monk who has practiced in the depths of the Great Snow Mountain for many years, he does not dare to go out to "stroll" with such thin clothes, which is really life-threatening.

Xiao Fan's outfit only shows one thing - this person's internal strength is so profound that it has reached the point of incredible.

The power of nature has had little effect on him, and most of the time it is negligible.

Such a master, and a Han master, suddenly drove to Jiayuan Temple, and I don't know what a serious incident happened. What's more, it was brought by Tenza Tonji, a famous swordsman in the snowy plateau. For Lama Gyatso, Tenzengyi's title of "No. 1 Warrior of the Plateau" may not be a big deal. This is a title given by a secular person, and the hermit of the master laughs it off and doesn't care about it. However, Teng Ginji's other identity is something that even Grand Master Loji cannot ignore.

Tenzin Ji Zhenger Bajing is the captain of the guard of the chief monk.

Guru Gyatso even suspected that this Han master was an envoy sent by the chief monk.

"Dorjee, this is ......"

Tenzin Ji hurriedly said, "Master Gyatso, this is Mr. Xiao, the Grand Master of the Central Plains. ”

Lama Gyatso hurriedly stepped forward to greet Xiao Fan, and after greeting him, he chose his words and asked cautiously, "I wonder what Mr. Xiao has to teach us when he comes to our remote Jiayuan Monastery?" ”

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "We came abruptly and disturbed the master." Actually, we were just tracking a thousand-year-old snow demon, passing by your temple on the way, and wanted to beg the masters to replenish some food. Please rest assured that we will not bother for too long, take a short rest, and we will leave immediately. ”

Three or four days have passed since the last battle against the Snow Demon, and as time goes by, whether it is Ji Qingsha's head-lowering tracking or Xiao Fan's magic tracking, it will become more and more difficult. So Xiao Fan really didn't plan to stay in Jiayuan Temple for too long.

"Millennial Snow Demon?"

The originally calm Lama Gyatso suddenly changed color and blurted out in exclamation.

"How is this possible? This kind of thing is just a legendary demon spirit, does it really exist in reality? ”

Tenzin Tseng Ji smiled bitterly and said, "Master Gyatso, I didn't believe it at first, but just four days ago, I saw that thing with my own eyes and fought with it, and if it hadn't been for Mr. Xiao's timely action, I would have died under the sharp claws of that thing." ”

“……”

Guru Gyatso was stunned and looked at Tenza Tseng Ji for a long time. It was not the first time he had dealt with Tenzin Kit, and he knew that the chief of the personal guard of the chief monk, who had always been quiet and unreasonable, was by no means a man of his own words. Moreover, in this snowy early spring season, he took two Han people from the Central Plains through the Daxue Mountain and came to Jiayuan Temple, which is very revealing.

Who wants to risk their lives to do something so boring without a particularly heavy dà?

Tenzin Kyi succinctly explained to Gyatso what had happened to the Toba tribe.

"Is there such a thing...... Dorjee, Mr. Xiao, please wait, I must report this matter to Grand Master Loji immediately. ”

Master Gyatso finally recovered from the shock and immediately said, without waiting for Xiao Fan and the others to respond, he hurried out of the door, the sleeves of the monk's robe trembled slightly, which showed the tension in the heart of the great monk.

It's no wonder that he is so nervous, Jiayuan Temple is located in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, much deeper than the location of the Toba tribe. If what Tan Zengji said is true, and the thousand-year-old snow demon has reappeared in the snowy region, then Kabara Temple will most likely become the next target of this monster.

That's a real catastrophe!

Rao is Gyatso, a very hard-minded ascetic, and it is difficult to suppress the fear in his heart at this moment.

Soon, Lama Gyatso hurriedly turned back, bowed to Xiao Fan, and said respectfully, "Mr. Xiao, Grand Master Logi invited a few distinguished guests to his monk's room. ”

"Okay, then I'll bother the Grand Master. There is Guru Lo Gyatso! ”

"Mr. Xiao is polite. Come with me, several. ”

As soon as Gyatso flicked the sleeves of his monk's robe, he led Xiao Fan and the others out of the room and walked along the long corridor in the temple. After passing through the two moon gates and turning three corners, the group stopped in front of a separate small courtyard.

This small courtyard is made entirely of stone, and is not connected to the other buildings in the temple.

Guru Gyatso bowed in front of the small courtyard and said in a deep voice, "Venerable Venerable Qiqi, Mr. Xiao and the guests have arrived. ”

"Please come in!"

After a while, an extremely old voice came from the courtyard, but the middle qi was still abundant, and the pitch was not high, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"Yes, Master. Mr. Siu, please; Ladies and gentlemen, please! ”

At that moment, Lama Gyatso led Xiao Fan and the others into the small stone courtyard, the main hall of the small courtyard, the door was wide open, and an old monk wearing a yellow monk's robe stood outside the door, posing to welcome the distinguished guests, with a solemn expression.

As soon as they saw this old monk, Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha were secretly surprised. Grand Master Loggi's beard was completely white, more than two inches long, like a flame of extremely high temperature, flying in the breeze. Plateau Buddhism is somewhat different from mainland Buddhism, and the lamas do not necessarily shave off the three thousand threads of afflictions all the time. Beneath the white hair, there is a face full of wrinkles, and the face of the great master is engraved with the vicissitudes of time and the ruthlessness of time. But the old monk's eyes were still shining, and there was no dim and dirty meaning.

This first hermit of the famous plateau is not tall, because of his age, he is even very thin, and his bare arms are very loose, full of wrinkles. There is no difference between it and most elderly people, and there is no comparison with the crane-haired and childlike appearance of Second Master Wen.

However, this thin and withered old monk stood up on the steps, and his awe-inspiring bearing suddenly came to his face, which made people dare not look at him. (To be continued......)