That night, the martial arts master who appeared in the meditation room of Master Huiyuan in Baolin Temple was Wei Qiang. He came after Qian Jun, so as soon as the master and apprentice met, all the conversations were eavesdropped by him.

Wei Qiang judged from the conversation between Qian Jun and Master that since their master and apprentice had a deep relationship, the Longquan Sword was the safest place for Master Huiyuan. Qian Jun had no reason to take the Longquan Sword away. He returned to his hometown this time for two purposes, one was to visit relatives, and the other was to see if the Longquan Sword was safe. Master Huiyuan is safe, and Longquan Sword is naturally safe. If Master Huiyuan leaves, there will definitely be an agreement between them. In other words, Qian Jun will definitely get the Longquan Sword without Master Huiyuan.

Watching Qian Jun, Ping Wusheng and Lian Bu Zhichi leave one after another, Wei Qiang was still able to keep calm, and it was based on the above judgment that he came to a conclusion: The Longquan Sword is still in Baolin Temple!

Wei Qiang didn't tell Luo Xin the real situation, and of course Luo Xin wouldn't know so clearly. The next morning, Wei Qiang and Luo Xin dressed up as pilgrims and walked all the way to the Baoling Temple in the eagle's beak. They walked all morning until late afternoon before they ascended the Baoling Temple.

"Amitabha, two masters, I don't know if you want to burn incense or worship Buddha?"

Venerable Hui Yuan came out of the meditation room with a smile on his face. Seeing that his beard was white, he could still walk like a fly at night, chasing him hundreds of meters away, Wei Qiang couldn't help but secretly admire. Now, when the two meet on such occasions, I wonder if he is aware of it?

Wei Qiang clasped his hands together, gave Master Huiyuan a salute, and replied with a smile: "I want to burn incense and worship Buddha." The road of life is vast, and I hope that the master will give me guidance. ”

"Amitabha, let it be. Come with me. ”

Luo Xin, who was following behind Wei Qiang, had a sad face. He never imagined that the master, as an underground party member, would believe that the feudal superstition of Qitu was coming, and the exit was still a set, as if he was a person in Buddhism.

Kneeling in front of the tall and majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall, Wei Qiang burned incense and kowtowed, with a pious attitude and a solemn expression. Subsequently, he donated two oceans as sesame oil money in the temple. This made Luo Xin even more confused.

At the end of the ceremony, Venerable Hui Yuan asked, "Did the victim draw lots and try his luck?" ”

Wei Qiang smiled faintly: "Sign the same, solve it in a hundred ways." The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, I think it is better to forget it. Along the way, can you beg for water? ”

"Yes, yes. Come with me, Lord. ”

Master Huiyuan led the way in front, and Wei Qiang and Luo Xin followed him to the meditation room. Where to place against a wall? Tuan is exactly where Master Huiyuan meditates all year round. After a while, Master Huiyuan poured two cups of tea, and the faint fragrance of tea was permeating, which made people feel refreshed.

Indeed, Wei Qiang and Luo Xin were both thirsty, and the two of them picked up the teacups and drank for a while. Two cups of tea are enough. Hui Yuan smiled and said, "The two of you are really thirsty. It's not easy to come all the way, right? ”

Wei Qiang sat down and handed the mage a cigarette, but the mage refused, so he had to make a possibility. The kind mage in front of him, who would dare to believe that he was a master of the world. Nearly seventy years old, he can still see like a fine light in the dark night, move like a rabbit, and he can't do it without a deep internal cultivation.

At this time, a remnant sun was already hanging in the sky, and the sun was about to set. The temple was extremely deserted, and there was only Master Huiyuan alone. Are there any other monks?

When Wei Qiang thought like this, he had already seen through Huiyuan's thoughts.

"Does the subject feel strange that there is only one poor monk in the temple of Nuoda?"

"Yes."

"The Japanese invaded China on a large scale, and the war continued. In the land of China, there is no pure land. Temples are no exception. Millions of people are either busy making ends meet or running for their lives. How many people came to burn incense and worship the Buddha? Even if some people burn incense and worship the Buddha, how many people can afford to donate sesame oil? Sometimes the entire monastery does not receive two oceans a month, so how can the monastery be maintained. The original two monks, seeing that the temple really had no way to survive, had already gone out to travel. ”

In this era, "Yunyou" is synonymous with begging.

Although the days were extremely light, Master Huiyuan was still full of energy and ruddy, which should have benefited from his profound internal cultivation. Today's temple rarely has a big rich man, and as soon as he makes a move, it is two oceans. He's also in a good mood. The conversation is very interesting.

Wei Qiang saw that it was getting late, and now he started to go to the county seat, and it was already the second half of the night when he arrived at the county seat. Besides, it is rare to have face-to-face communication with Master Huiyuan, and when I see him today, I can definitely see that this person is extremely broad-minded, and his moral character cultivation is even more remarkable. It is not a rooster and a dog thief. The Longquan Sword fell into his hand, it should be safe, and there was no attempt to let him see the light of day again and stir up a storm.

"Master, there's a request below, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Please."

"It's getting late. We can't rush back to the county seat, and we want to borrow a night in your temple tonight, I don't know if we can. ”

"Amitabha, don't you have friends from afar? Since the owner has the fate to meet the poor monk, of course it is okay to stay overnight. The poor monk couldn't help but feel that the medicine was shining and deeply honored. It's just that in the temple, the food is clear soup and little water, and the sleeping is also a hard bed. If there is any neglect, please forgive the victim. Another point is that the temple is important, my Buddha is merciful, the temple law is strict, and the owner must remember not to run around at night, otherwise if he is punished, the poor monk will definitely love and help. ”

"Yes. We are just spending the night, not chickens and dogs, and we definitely don't dare to offend the gods in the slightest. ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk went to cook porridge for the victim to enjoy. Sit down for a moment. ”

With that, Master Huiyuan went to the kitchen. Don't look at such a big temple, there is only one abbot. The facilities in the hospital are still very complete. A single kitchen, to say the least, has forty or fifty square meters, and there is no problem in cooking meals for dozens of people. Wei Qiang and Luo Jin couldn't sit back and enjoy it, and followed Master Huiyuan to the kitchen to get their hands on it, boiling pots, chopping wood, and being busy. Baolin Temple, which has always been lonely, has become a little more popular because of the arrival of Wei Qiang and Luo Xin.

After a while, Huiyuan cooked a pot of porridge and specially fried a plate of radish strips. That's all. It can be seen how long the old man's life has been hard.

Drinking light porridge and eating bitter salty radish strips, Wei Qiang couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Master, do you eat this every day?"

Huiyuan couldn't help but be moved: "This is already the best." I live alone, and I rarely make a fire to cook, drink some tea, and then take the essence of heaven and earth, and open the valley for a few days, which is often done. ”

"No wonder the mage's face is ruddy, it turns out that he is a practitioner. That's amazing. The hateful little Japan has caused us Chinese so miserable. It would be a great cause to defeat the Japanese and rebuild our country so that everyone can live happily. ”

Hearing this, Master Huiyuan's white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he looked at the young man in front of him, with a lofty spirit, a tough body, and eyes like electricity, he was by no means an ordinary person. If he didn't, he quickly returned to normalcy and said with a smile: "The poor monk is a person outside the world, and he shouldn't ask about the things of the world." However, the patriotic enthusiasm of the victim still made the poor monk extremely admired. ”

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