"I know all day long about things that have nothing to do with you, so be careful to bite your tongue!" The old shopkeeper scolded, and the shopkeeper immediately shut up stupidly.

Mu Chong called the shopkeeper aside, "What you said is true?" ”

The shopkeeper pointed to the old shopkeeper with a bitter face, "The notices posted outside are everywhere, you better go and see for yourself." ”

Mu Chong and Wen Xuan glanced at each other, and after walking out of the inn together, they found that there were indeed many people gathered in the place where the notice was posted not far away.

"Oh, I didn't expect this group of people from the Demon Sect to come to Hangzhou."

"Not really! It is said that they have caused a miasma in many places in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, especially in the coastal areas, where this group of Mingjiao disciples gathered on the sea, repeatedly following the people along the coast, and even dared to rob the grain ships used by the Yamen for sea transportation! ”

"But Lingyin Temple is a holy place for Buddhism after all, and today is the first day of the Dharma meeting, so why do you have to choose the place of execution here?"

"Hey, that's your lack of knowledge! The people of Mingjiao not only believe in Maitreya, but also eat fasting and chant Buddha on weekdays, I guess the yamen just wants to use the opportunity of the Lingyin Temple to hold a festival to achieve the purpose of killing chickens and monkeys, so that other Jianghu sects are also more honest and draw a clear line with this Mingjiao! ”

Before Wen Xuan and the others could squeeze in front of the wooden board where the notice was posted, they had already heard about it in the crowd.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it? You just went to find Qiu Si's trouble last night, and the yamen found out about it early this morning. Mu Chong pulled Wen Xuan back to the inn and smiled bitterly.

"It seems that last night's incident forced Qiu Si to be anxious." Wen Xuan immediately saw that this was Qiu Si's handiwork.

"Could the Mingjiao disciple mentioned in the notice be the Kang Jintan disciple who used to work under him?"

Wen Xuan said helplessly: "This person is indeed worthy of the words 'ruthless', after knowing that his subordinates such as Li Liuzhi are still loyal to the Ming Sect, he estimated that he would re-purge Kang Jintan as soon as possible, and the disciples who did not want to follow him to join the Yuan Court estimated that there was only one way to die." ”

Mu Chong said hatefully: "This is also dozens of lives!" This Qiu Si is too vicious! ”

Wen Xuan smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it's more than that, he dares to openly argue with the Ming Sect this time, there must be some killing tricks hidden, maybe he wants to lure more Ming Sect disciples out and catch them all." ”

"So what do we do? If such a big thing happens, I'm afraid you, the envoy acting on behalf of the sect leader, will not be able to stay out of it. ”

Wen Xuan sighed lightly, spread his hands and said: "I can't go, since I can't hide, I can only go to meet Qiu Si again, and I estimate that there will be some interesting variables......"

"You mean that Zou Pusheng will still show up?" Mu Chong asked suspiciously, he also wanted to see this pockmarked face whose rumored intelligence surpassed his master.

"It's just a gut feeling." Wen Xuan replied lightly, and then pulled Mu Chong to find the sect and Daoyan.

"I'm sorry, Master Zongchuan, for keeping you waiting." Wen Xuan said respectfully.

"What is the donor talking about, if it weren't for the blessing of the two, I'm afraid our master and apprentice would still have to live in a broken temple on the outskirts of the city." The learned sectarian legend is always humble and courteous, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Then let's go." Mu Chong went to settle the money for the hotel and led the three of them out.

Lingyin Temple was founded in the first year of Xianhe in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which is the earliest ancient temple in Hangzhou, and has a history of more than 1,000 years.

Its site is located in the foothills of Lingyin Mountain in the west of the West Lake, backed by the North Peak, facing the Feilai Peak, looming between the two peaks of the towering and handsome, if the clouds and smoke are thick, it is more like the Nine Heavens Jade Universe in general.

Because the four of them got up early in the morning and their pace was fast, it took less than half an hour to rush from the inn near the West Lake to the mountain gate of Lingyin Temple.

Lingyin Temple is the place where the incense is vigorous, coupled with the eye-catching grand festival held, there are thousands of pilgrims who come to see the grand occasion, fortunately, the arrangement and scheduling of the monks in the temple are very proper, so although the road into the temple is full of people, but it is not too noisy.

Streams and mountains can be found everywhere, and the favorite Lingyin flies to the peak. Even Su Dongpo was full of praise for this peak, and its subtlety was indescribable.

Wen Xuan and the four of them walked along the cold spring stream at the foot of Feilaifeng Mountain, and the rock wall along the way was carved with hundreds of stone statues of Buddhism, with different expressions and thousands of postures, quietly overlooking all living beings with a pair of clay and stone molded eyes.

Zong Chuan pulled Dao Yan to kowtow to the Buddha statues one by one, and Wen Xuan and Mu Chong also followed him and bent down to salute.

The further you walk along the clear stream, the more the pilgrims who come to the festival will be able to let go of their restlessness and become silent, and the sound of the spring will reverberate between the cliffs.

Wen Xuan, who had never believed in fate in his previous life, couldn't help but sigh inexplicably after following the sect lineage who was serious about worshipping the Buddha, and gradually let go of the irritable thoughts in his heart.

Mu Chong has been here since he arrived, and tears have always been rolling in his eyes, only to feel that the gentle smile shown by each Buddha and Bodhisattva is like the parents who once accompanied him.

Zong Chuan saw that both of them had the heart to worship the Buddha, and he was very relieved, and even took his little apprentice Dao Yan to explain some stories and origins of Buddhism to the three of them from time to time, Wen Xuan felt deeply inspired and pondered.

The shrewd Dao Yan was no longer stingy with words at this time, but he asked carefully whenever he had doubts in his heart, and he could even combine the two with the principles in Confucianism.

There is an elegant pavilion diagonally facing the rock cliff, the pavilion is named after the cold spring stream next to it, called the cold spring pavilion, and it is the favorite wonderful place of the migrants.

Although the four of them had only walked a short distance, the sect master and apprentice who worshiped the Buddha had already consumed most of their physical strength, and Wen Xuan persuaded the sect to sit down and rest for a while after seeing the Cold Spring Pavilion.

But just as the four of them were enjoying the verdant scenery in the pavilion, a small group of soldiers suddenly came along the rugged path of the stream.

There were not many Yuan soldiers, and the one who walked in front of her was a girl with colored eyes, but she was wearing a Han woman's dress, a long sky-blue dress echoed her light blue eyes, and a crisp copper bell was tied around her waist, which made a jingling melodious sound with her agile steps, and for a time covered the gurgling sound of Lengquan Creek.

The girl smiled when she saw the Cold Spring Pavilion, and was obviously in a good mood, and ordered the few soldiers behind her: "I'm tired of walking, I want to rest here for a while!" ”

When several Yuan soldiers heard the order, they immediately rushed into the Cold Spring Pavilion with the sabers on their waists, and pointed to Wen Xuan and the other pilgrims who had entered the mountain and said, "Idle people and others will all go out!" ”