In front of the mountain gate of Ganlin Temple, pilgrims are weaving, bustling with people, and there is still a lively scene. He Dongxun frowned, and followed Yang Muyun step by step.

"Brother He, take it easy, if you go in with this expression, the monks in the temple will think that you are here to collect the debt." Yang Muyun wanted to make him happy.

Yang Da...... No, it's Brother Yang Xian, how can we meet this master later? He Dongxun was still worried.

"Brother He has only been in office for a month, and there shouldn't be many people in Huai'an who know you, and I'm from Nandu, and few people know where I come from." Yang Muyun groaned. "It's not appropriate to show off your official body. But if you ask to see this master in your usual capacity, I am afraid it will not be easy to meet this master. ”

The two were talking, and unconsciously came to the mountain gate of Ganlin Temple. There was a gorgeous carriage parked in front of the mountain gate, and Yang Muyun's eyes lit up: "Isn't this the carriage that Yao Bichen is riding?" Actually stopped here, could it be that she pulled Meng Nan to find Master Jin Chan again? ”

"Brother Yang Xian, what's wrong?" Seeing that his expression was different, He Dongxun couldn't help but ask.

"Oh. It's nothing. Yang Muyun's mind was racing, and he thought about walking into the mountain gate with him. There are two statues of Vajra Lux on both sides of the mountain gate, the appearance is majestic, the angry eyes are facing each other, and the vajra pestle is held to deter demons and demons. The wrestler on the left opens his mouth angrily, and the wrestler on the right closes his lips angrily.

"Brother He, I think we are like these two wrestlers, who have come here to suppress demons and subdue demons." Yang Muyun quipped.

Passing through the Tianwang Hall and the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the two walked towards a meditation room behind the temple.

There was still a long queue in front of the abbot's room, Yang Muyun did not stop, and He Dongxun walked straight inside after the long queue.

"Amitabha-" When they reached the gate of the abbot's inner courtyard, a brown-clothed monk in his thirties, with a square face and thin eyes, and a high nose and beard, stopped their way. "I wonder what the two of you want to do?"

"To visit the abbot, of course." Yang Muyun folded his hands and replied.

"These donors have come to visit the abbot," the brown-robed monk pointed to the long queue and said in a calm tone, "The donor has turned a blind eye to them, and has passed them straight by, and has not felt that it has been unfair to them?" ”

Ordinary people must have blushed when they heard this, and then retreated in disdain. But Yang Muyun is an exception.

He stepped forward and said in a low voice: "The master is very right, but I just donated a thousand taels of silver for sesame oil money yesterday, and I am afraid that the Buddha will not look good on his face when he comes to the door again today." ”

"The donor said with a smile, it was a female benefactor who donated 1,000 taels of silver yesterday," the brown-clothed monk seemed to think that his lie was very clumsy, and wanted to expose it to the end, "The female benefactor is now listening to the Dharma at the abbot, and the donor should not see it." After speaking, he waited calmly for the two of them to retreat.

Yang Muyun smiled on his face, and pretended to say mysteriously: "I can't hide it, that female benefactor is the wife below." ”

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"The Buddha said: Shamen is not as good as grinding an ox, although the body is on the road, the heart is not good, if the heart is on the road, what is the use of the way." The white-bearded and white-haired, solemn Jin Chan master was sitting on the meditation bed in the abbot's room.

"Please ask the master for advice." Zhou Mengnan clasped his hands together and sat on a blue and white embroidered pier, and asked calmly. Yao Bichen and Su Yue sat beside her on the left and right.

"There was a monk who wanted to become a Buddha, so he sat naked on the side of the mountain every night in the summer, chanting the Buddha in his mouth, and letting mosquitoes bite him as a sacrifice to achieve the goal of concentrating on seeking Buddha. When the Buddha wanted to test his authenticity, he transformed into a tiger and roared to the side of the mountain, asking him to sacrifice himself to eat it. The monk jumped up and shouted, 'When I bumped into you tonight, a layman, the little monk couldn't afford to give up this body anyway?' Master Jin Chan explained this Buddhist verse with a witty story.

"Poof-" Yao Bichen and Su Yue were both amused by the master's words.

"The disciple understands what the master means, and the master is saying that cultivators focus on sincerity, not on the surface of grinding cattle." Zhou Mengnan responded calmly.

"Good. If she enters the empty door and is infiltrated by Buddhism, she will become a generation of wise men. Master Jin Chan's eyes showed a hint of approval.

"The disciple is already a wife, and the fate is difficult to break. If there is an afterlife, then renew the Buddha's fate! Zhou Mengnan said quietly.

At this time, a brown-clothed monk hurriedly came to the meditation room and leaned over to whisper a few words in the ear of Master Jin Chan. Master Jin Chan nodded, his snow-white long eyebrows trembled slightly, and he said to Zhou Mengnan: "When the female Tanyue talks about the dust edge, the dust edge comes. ”

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"Two donors, please come with me!" The brown-clothed monk said to Yang Muyun and He Dongxun, and was about to turn around and lead the way.

"May I ask the master's number?" Yang Muyun became interested in him.

"The poor monk Guang Fan is the chief disciple of the master." The brown-robed monk said.

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"Master-", "Lord Yang-", seeing Yang Muyun walk into the meditation room, Su Yue and Yao Bichen hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Xianggong-" Zhou Mengnan stood up and smiled faintly at him.

Yang Muyun nodded to them, turned to Master Jin Chan and said, "This must be Master Jin Chan, Yang Muyun, a hundred households in Weinan Town, Xiaguan Jinyi, and Yang Muyun has long admired the name of the master." Turning to one side, he introduced: "This is Lord He Dongxunhe, the newly appointed magistrate of Huai'an Mansion, who also admires the master very much, and has come to meet the master with the lower officials." He Dongxun arched his hand, his face blank.

"The two adults came to our temple, the old man was unable to move, he did not greet him from afar, and he hoped to forgive his sins!" After that, he bowed slightly, asked Xiao Shami to move two embroidered piers, and invited the two to sit.

Yang Muyun saw that the golden Chan master was kind and kind-eyed, his beard and hair were all white, and he was wearing a big red robe sitting on the meditation bed, but he really looked like a monk. Just as he was about to say a few more words, he saw the Guanghuan monk hurriedly come in again, and came to Master Jin Chan and whispered a few words, Master Jin Chan raised his eyebrows, his face was solemn, and he nodded.

"If the master has any problems, I'll come back another day." Yang Muyun said loudly.

"It doesn't matter." The wrinkles on Master Jin Chan's face moved slightly, "There is a donor whose life is in danger, and he wants to come to the old man to help, a disciple of Buddhism, saving the dead and helping the wounded, there is nothing to avoid." ”

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The person on the stretcher was a middle-aged man about forty years old, his eyes were closed, his face was purple, his breath came out of his mouth and nose, and he saw that he was about to die. A middle-aged woman next to him was his wife, and she cried with a handful of snot and tears: "My husband is already suffering from asthma, and today he had a quarrel with him, and he was so angry that he fainted on the spot, and asked the master to save my husband's life." ”

"Nu Tanyue doesn't have to be anxious, let Lao Wei take a closer look first." Master Jin Chan stepped forward slowly, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, stretched out a big, skinny hand, lifted the man's eyelids, and saw that the pupils in his eyes were gradually getting bigger, showing that he was dying.

Master Jin Chan couldn't help but shake his head, "This benefactor's breath is weak, his heart is failing, and even if the old man has the virtue of a good life, I am afraid that he will not be able to return to heaven." ”

"Master-" The middle-aged woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "In any case, please ask the master to save the life of the little woman's husband, the little woman is willing to go bankrupt, be a slave and a maid, and repay the master." ”

Next to the middle-aged woman was a man and a woman, the girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and she looked quite good, and the boy was only twelve or thirteen years old. Thinking that it was a pair of children of this middle-aged woman, I saw that they also knelt down crying, grabbed the monk's robe of Master Jin Chan, and begged him to save his father's life on the stretcher.

"Master-" Zhou Mengnan's beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter." ”

"Yes, master......" Yao Bichen and Su Yue also stepped forward to persuade each other. They are so pathetic. ”

"Well, then the old man has the right to give it a try." Master Jin Chan's eyes widened a little, glanced at the girl kneeling beside her, and nodded slightly.

This detail was seen by Yang Muyun, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The little novice took a small wooden box, and the golden chan master opened the wooden box, took out a row of golden needles from it, and then slowly pierced it one by one into the acupuncture points of the silk bamboo space, fish waist, and bamboo around the patient's eye sockets.

The patient's eyes were stretched open a slit, and Master Jin Chan pronounced the Buddha's name, and began to close his eyes and chant the sutras.

Yang Muyun saw that his heart was unconscious, and he saw Master Jin Chan staring at the patient's slightly open eyes, chanting words in his mouth, and his left hand stretched out above the patient's face, constantly drawing circles.

After about half a pillar of incense, the middle-aged man's eyelids gradually opened, his pupils gradually contracted, and his breath became heavy.

Master Jin Chan took back the golden needles one by one, and said a few words to the little novice beside him, who nodded and withdrew from the meditation room.

Master Jin Chan stretched out his hand to massage the Xuanji, Huagai, Purple Palace, Yutang, and Jizhong acupoints on the middle-aged man's chest, and then rubbed them on the Tianchi acupoints on his chest for a long time.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... "The middle-aged man coughed incessantly, and his face became flushed.

"Ah——, Xianggong......" The middle-aged woman was surprised and delighted.

At this time, everyone in the meditation room only felt a strange fragrance coming to their noses, and the little novice brought a bowl of brown porridge to Master Jin Chan.

Master Jin Chan stretched out his hand to take it, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures silently for a while, stretched out his fingers to circle the porridge a little, and then opened his eyes and nodded to the little novice.

Xiao Shami understood, stepped forward and gently helped the middle-aged man who was dumbfounded on the stretcher and couldn't stop coughing. Master Jin Chan brought the porridge bowl to his mouth and fed the porridge into his mouth little by little with a spoon.

After a while, the middle-aged man stopped coughing, his eyes regained his brightness, and his face became ruddy.

"Master ......" As soon as these two words came out of the hoarse throat of the middle-aged man, he struggled to get up and bow down to Master Jin Chan.

"Don't act rashly......," Master Jin Chan discouraged.

"Thank you, Master, for saving my husband's life!" The middle-aged woman wept with joy, pulled a pair of children and knelt down to him.

"The master has a good technique, and he actually saved people!" Yao Bichen was amazed.

He Dongxun took advantage of the opportunity for everyone to gather around to watch and talk, and quietly stepped forward and poured the half-bowl of porridge that the middle-aged man had drunk into a leather bag on his cuff.

Yang Muyun saw it in his eyes, and quietly came to Zhou Mengnan's side and said: "Lady, Brother He has something to go back to the Yaya, I will send him back, and ask the lady to apologize to Master Jin Chan for the two of us." I can't say goodbye to him personally. ”

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When the two of them came out of the temple, He Dongxun couldn't help but ask, "Lord Yang, why is Mrs. Zun in that demon monk?" ”

The wife and daughter of Master Yao, who knew the same thing, admired Master Jin Chan very much, and often came to the temple to give incense and listen to his lectures. My wife's family is a famous businessman in the south of the Yangtze River, doing the business of selling salt, so naturally it is indispensable to communicate with Lord Yao's house, so during the Huai'an period, she often accompanied Miss Yao to this temple to meet the great monk. Yang Muyun explained.

"I also wonder why Lord Yao's family often comes to this Ganlin Temple, and every time they use a car to pull large boxes and small boxes of gifts to the temple to give alms......"

"You said that when Mrs. Yao and Miss Yao came to the temple, they often used the car to pull large boxes and small boxes of gifts?" Yang Muyun asked in surprise.

"Yes, according to my subordinates, the boxes are full of local products and some daily necessities, which are used by Mrs. Yao to give to the monks in the temple."

"It's not surprising that Mrs. Yao and Miss Yao are devout to the Buddha and often come to the temple to give alms."

"But Lord Yao hasn't been here once, which makes Xia Guan feel very strange."

"Lord Yao doesn't like monks and Taoists, and it's normal not to come to the temple."

"If Lord Yao is really like this, he will definitely restrain his family, and even if he can't, he won't let them interact with the temple so frequently. This is like giving people the illusion that it is inconvenient for Lord Yao to come to this temple in person, and let his family take his place. He Dong talked eloquently, and what he said seemed to be very reasonable.

"Then what is it that Lord Yao needs to interact with the monks in the temple frequently?" Yang Muyun looked at him.

"That's not something that the lower officials can know." He Dongxun shook his head.

"So where are we going now? Don't you go back to the house? Yang Muyun saw him walking southeast, which was not the direction of returning to the mansion.

"The lower official needs to take the things that this demon monk asked the patient to take and find someone to test it to see what is inside?" He Dongxun replied, "Mr. Huangfu An of Demiaotang on Fudong Street is the first doctor in Huai'an, and he will definitely be able to test the ingredients in this bowl of Buddha porridge." ”

"There is one more thing that Brother He needs to send someone to do."

"Oh? What's up? He Dongxun stopped and looked back at him.

"Brother He, the person who was rescued in the meditation room today, needs to send someone to his neighborhood to keep an eye on him," Yang Muyun said solemnly, "Otherwise, her daughter will be the fourth woman to go missing." ”