Guo Hua and Xian Yuyan visited Yongfu Beitianfang for a long time, and did not find anything suspicious, but in a small Buddhist hall, they saw the clues.

Guo Hua has been in and out of countless temples and temples, large and small, but the pictures and texts behind the iron tripod are the first time he has encountered them.

It was a crow with open wings, cast in iron, and painted with ink, very clear, it was a crow, not a common Buddhist peng, a peacock, nor a Taoist crane.

Guo Hua remembered the figure in his heart, and said hello again, and walked out of the hospital with Xian Yuyan.

It was almost past noon, and the two of them went to a tavern on the side of the road, asked for some wine, meat and steamed buns, and excused themselves that they had urgent matters to write a codex, and asked the shopkeeper to take the pen, ink and paper on the counter for bookkeeping.

Guo Hua drew the figure and showed it to Xian Yuyan.

"A crow, which school of Buddhism enshrines this?" Xian Yuyan muttered.

"Because there is no school of worship for crows, I think it's strange! Think about it? Crows, how many times have they appeared?" Guo asked rhetorically.

"Three times. Lao Han's lover died from a steel needle marked with a crow, once, and Tian Mosang and others also died on a steel needle marked with a crow; Xian Yuyan thought about it and said.

"Four times. Another time, it was from Helan Shou's mouth that he heard the word crow, and at that time, the crow in his mouth should be the white-headed banded group. Guo added.

"An organization called Crows? killed Lao Han's lover, killed Tian Mosang and others, and set up a secret stronghold in this Yongfu Beitianfang, so it is very likely that Du Huan was also captured by the crows and his gang. Xian Yuyan followed the train of thought and reasoned downward.

"That's how it should be. Guo Yu affirmed Xian Yuyan's statement.

"But I still don't have a clue. There were no suspicious people in the ward. Could it be that they also dug a big cave like Lao Han?" Xian Yuyan threw out the crux of the problem.

"Caves? However, for now, I would prefer to go to Ximing Temple first. ”

"Go to Ximing Temple, Yu Nuohai also said to go to Ximing Temple before, what's the matter?

"Not really. It's just that this Yongfu Beitianfang was originally built by Ximing Temple. I remembered your reminder, he said that there were people from the rebel side coming over in Ximing Temple. Since he is a traitor, according to the crow's actions, it is inevitable that he will collude with the traitor. Then you have to go. ”

Yankang Fang is located in the southeast of Xishi, on the west side of Suzaku Street, east of Qingming Canal, west of Yong'an Canal. Ximing Temple, just in the southwest corner of Yankangfang, next to Yong'an Canal.

Ximing Temple, originally the Sui Dynasty Yue Guo Gong Yang Su's residence, after returning to the Tang Dynasty, once as the princess Wanchun and Taizong's beloved son Wei King Li Tai's residence, in the Gaozong Dynasty, thanks to the prince's recovery, the edict was rebuilt into a temple.

Ximing Temple, imitate the Tianzhu Gion Garden and build the house, there are ten courtyards, thirteen halls of the main hall, more than 4,000 buildings and buildings, as the royal temple built by the royal palace, the weather is thousands, it is magnificent. After the completion of the Ximing Temple, it accounts for more than a quarter of Yankangfang.

Guo Hua and Xian Yuyan finished lunch, rented a carriage, and came to Ximing Temple.

On both sides of the temple gate, two giant elephants carved in bluestone carry lotus flowers, treasure wheels, and Buddhism*.

The door of the temple was wide open, and good men and women, old and young, went in and out, and on both sides of the road, there were some juggling artists and merchants who carried the burden, which was very noisy! It made people forget the troubles of war for a while.

The two walked through the bustling crowd, entered the mountain gate of Ximing Temple, and walked along the wide stone street for a while.

Ximing Temple is the royal imperial temple, the inauguration ceremony is presided over by Gaozong, then Tianwu Empress personally, 50 people of the high monks and great virtues in the sea are summoned to watch the ceremony, the momentum is huge, and the world is shocked by three thousand. One hundred and fifty children who entered the temple in advance were also shaved on this day, and the first seat of Ximing Temple, Master Xuanzang personally presided over it, so the Buddha spread far and wide, and the incense was prosperous.

Xian Yuyan waved her little fat hand helplessly, motioned for Guo Yu to go first, and said, "Hey, little Guozi, you see this person is crowded, where did you find this person?"

Yes, hiding a few people in Ximing Temple is like hiding pearls in the sea.

"If you come, you will be safe, and there is nothing to do at the moment anyway. Guo Yu replied with a smile.

The two walked straight forward and came to the South Buddha Hall. This is one of the grandest halls of Ximing Temple, and the completed hall was held here.

Facing the main hall, you can see a huge high platform on the right side, the pavilion on the platform is a huge bronze bell, the bell is six high, the size must be hugged by three people, the weight is more than 10,000 catties, it is a gift for Li Xian, the prince of Zhang Huai.

Many good men and women who came here wanted to go to the high platform and bow down to the bronze bell.

The first hall is dedicated to the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea.

The second hall, which is also the main hall of the South Buddha Hall, is dedicated to the Golden Body Buddha of the Great Day.

The two statues were both gold and bronze issued by the Li Tang royal family, and Master Xuanzang personally designed and supervised the construction. Jin is nine feet tall, magnificent, * virtuous, compassionate, and all sentient beings.

At the time of the ceremony, Empress Tianwu once gave a green mud bead to the Ximing Temple from the Western Regions Domain, and also enshrined it in the Golden Body Palace.

The South Buddha Palace, there are more than 30 other halls, cross-courtyards, pavilions, it is the most grand place of Ximing Temple, and it is also the place that is mainly open to the people, and the people who burn incense and worship the Buddha mostly gather here.

In the ten courtyards of Ximing Temple, the Bodhi Temple, the Daoxuan Lawyer's Shadow Hall, the Yongzhong Ancient Academy, the Monastery, etc., are scattered in various places, most of these courtyards are places for translating scriptures, preaching the Dharma, practicing, and sleeping in the dormitory, few people come here, and most of the people who receive them on weekdays are some dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and talented people.

The two of them wandered around the South Buddha Hall and the courtyards for a while, and it was expected that there would be no hidden people hiding here.

"I haven't seen anyone from the Prosecutor's Office, he won't lie to us, will he?" Xian Yuyan patted Guo Yu on the back, originally wanted to pat his shoulder, but he didn't reach it.

"What if he is deceived? Since he has released the news to us, he always has his intentions, and when he has no clue, it is not impossible to follow the bait line thrown by others! Let's go! Go inside and have a look?" Guo Hua said, and walked forward, with a style of leading the way.

"I'm not familiar with this temple and Taoism, so many branches, I won't be driven out by the monks, right?" Xian Yuyan walked two steps quickly and followed.

"That's not going to happen, in mid-July, the Emperor Taishang ordered my senior brother Hui Lin to come to Ximing Temple to participate in the translation of the scriptures, thinking that he should be in the temple. ”

"Oh, I heard that many of the disciples of the Venerable Master Bukong Sanzang have been the hosts of various temples, did Master Huilin come to Ximing Temple to be the host?"

"Senior Brother Hui Lin is still young, and his interest is in translating and lecturing the scriptures, and it is not a matter for him to be a host or not. ”

The secluded ancient temple, has been more than 100 years, go forward, it is really very quiet, natural, among the trees, squirrels, birds and birds, enjoy themselves, and even make people forget the purpose of this trip.

I don't remember how much time passed, the two came to the door of a separate courtyard, and the three words "Bodhi Yuan" were written on the door, the handwriting was simple and bland, and it seemed to be from the monk's handwriting.

Hui Lin temporarily lived in the Bodhi Monastery of Ximing Temple, translating scriptures and writing books with peace of mind.

The monk who took care of Hui Lin's daily life said that he and his guests were in the Biancai Pavilion, and the monk had seen Guo Yu and knew that he was Hui Lin's junior brother, so they went to find him by themselves.

In addition to enjoying the offerings of the dynasty, the residence is also extraordinarily generous, so as to show their Buddhist practice, so that they can spread the Dharma and translate the scriptures with peace of mind.

It is said that the Bodhi Temple was originally the garden of Yang Su's mansion. After the renovation of the temple, there are five small gardens and more than 20 houses. The Pavilion is on the lake island in a garden, with lotus leaves and fields, weeping willows like smoke, very secluded and beautiful.

The two walked along the cobblestone lakeside path, and the faint chirping of kingfishers revealed the sound of a young man and an old man talking.

The two slowed down and walked slowly, and through a few willow branches, they vaguely saw that in the pavilion, there were two people around the stone table, drinking tea and exchanging topics.

On the stone railing of the pavilion, there is a red clay stove, on which a brass kettle is burned, and you can see the curling hookah, slowly flowing out.

A monk in a dark robe, an old man in a purple robe, was talking and laughing, and there were many Sanskrit Hu sounds mixed with his words, which should be discussing the translation of Sanskrit classics into Tang.

That Hu monk is Hui Lin, Hui Lin was originally from the Shule royal family in the Western Regions, and his common surname was Pei. Later, Hui Lin came to Chang'an and became a naturalized Jingzhao.

In the fifth year of Tianbao, the empty Sanzang returned to Chang'an and stationed in Xixingshan Temple. At the age of thirteen, Hui Lin took Bukong Sanzang as his teacher and practiced tantra.

Hui Lin holds the secret collection inside, studies Confucianism outside, is not only proficient in Sanskrit phonetic semantics, but also familiar with the study of the exegesis of the Middle Earth, and has read all over the "Word Forest", "Character System", "Sound Class", "Sancang", "Cut Rhyme", "Jade Chapter", and all the miscellaneous histories of Zhuzi.

At this time, he is not empty, he is in his early twenties, his youth is just right, his appearance is dignified, his hereditary royal temperament, plus he has practiced Buddhism for a long time, and his appearance is even wonderful.

The old man on the side was tall, with crane hair and a childish face, a square face, a ruddy complexion, slightly closed phoenix eyes, and a slight smile. The ability and wisdom of Confucianism and the indifference and freedom of Buddhism are perfectly integrated in the old man, and the instrument is lofty, tranquil and chic.

Looking at the old man's clothes and the fish bag he matched, he should also be an important minister of the court, but Guo Yu has never seen such a character.

Guo Hua and Xian Yuyan stopped in a secluded place for a while, and found that the two were discussing how to translate a few Sanskrit verses into Tang, which would be more appropriate for Daya.

Xian Yuyan is proficient in a lot of Hu language, and Tianzhu also understands some language, but if he adds Buddhist Tantra, he can't understand it, he just stood still, looking at the joy and admiration on Guo Hua's face, thinking that these two must be well-educated people.

The two of them listened in the dark, unintentionally, when they saw Hui Lin suddenly stop talking, turn around and lift the copper kettle, pour boiling water into a teapot, and brew new tea.

Hui Lin poured the old man a full cup and poured himself another cup, his movements were smooth and elegant, he didn't listen to him, just looked at his kung fu method of making tea, which was already a kind of enjoyment.

Hui Lin picked up her cup and didn't rush to drink it, but brought it to her mouth, but she seemed to have something to say.

"Oh, no! Guo Yu shouted in his heart.

Senior Brother Hui Lin is obsessed with the wisdom of Buddhism, and his cultivation in tantric martial arts is not as good as that of Senior Brother Hui Guo, but he is still a lot stronger than himself. Probably he found out that he was eavesdropping, and he didn't know how he would punish himself.

I saw Hui Lin's hand holding the cup, and with a slight lift, a glass of water on the surface of the lake, drawing a beautiful arc out of thin air, just when those water splashes were about to fall, they suddenly turned into countless large and small blisters.

The blisters gradually grew larger, and in the countless blisters, the shadows of Guo Yu and Xian Yuyan were reflected.

When the old man saw it, he smiled slightly, knowing that someone was coming, and he also looked towards the place where Guo Yu and Xian Yuyan were standing.

I only heard Guo Yu's hearty laughter, and Xian Yuyan walked out.

As soon as the two of them appeared, countless bubbles on the lake shattered one after another, and a puff of light smoke fell on the lake.

"Hahahaha, Senior Brother Hui Lin!"

"Hehehehe, you prodigal, come and drink tea!" Hui Lin is much older than Guo Yao, and the demeanor of the senior brother is more.

Hui Lin introduced them, and Guo Yu introduced Xian Yuyan again.

It turned out that this old man with extraordinary bearing was "Mr. Quan". Hui Lin introduced the two of them like this, and she didn't say much.

Izumi, a very peculiar surname.

Such a person, such a strange surname, is so unknown in Chang'an City, maybe he is lonely and unheard. Guo Yu pondered in his heart.

In any case, after a few words of greeting with this old man, I found that I had been impressed by the generosity and bosom of this Mr. Izumi, who was really an extremely kind and easy person to get along with.

Whether it is Hui Lin, Guo Yu, or Xian Yuyan, the old people are all called "little friends" to them, and they are very kind, without all the self-control that those high-ranking old people have.

After getting acquainted, the old man got up and said goodbye, walking steadily and freely, without seeing the state of the dragon bell.

"Senior brother, this Mr. Quan has an extraordinary bearing, is knowledgeable, and it seems that he is also in an official position, why didn't he have the opportunity to meet such a person before?" Guo Yu asked bluntly.

"Oh, Mr. Quan has no intention of career, but inherits the merits of his ancestors, lives in the mountains and forests, and occasionally comes to Chang'an, but also discusses Buddhism with the monks of Ximing Temple and Ci'en Temple, and kills time. You're used to wandering, so naturally you won't meet him. ”

"Oh, I've never heard of it before. Guo asked again.

"Hahaha, your temperament has come up again, and I have only known him for more than a month. I see that the "Sutra Yin" and "Sutra Yi" written by my predecessors are often limited, and I am planning a book that covers all the sound and meaning of Buddhist scriptures and is correct. This Mr. Quan is a friend of the abbot of Ximing Temple and often comes to Bodhi Temple. By chance, we chatted together and found that he was also a great sage who was proficient in Confucianism and Buddhism, and now he came to live in Ximing Temple, so he naturally had time to talk to him. ”

Hui Lin's compilation is "All the Sutras and Yinyi", which was later written into a hundred volumes, which was later called "Huilin Yinyi", which played an important role in the translation and transmission of Buddhism in later generations.

Hui Lin knew Guo Hua's curious temperament, so she poured beans into a bamboo tube and explained the truth of the matter.

"It's you, why do you think of Ximing Temple? With your temperament, you should go to Qinglong Temple Huiguo more. Hui Lin poured tea for Guo Yu and Xian Yuyan, and asked.

"There are some idle things, senior brother is in the Bodhi Academy, and I can see that someone from the inspector's hall has been here in the morning?"

"Yes. However, this Ximing Temple is a royal temple, and I don't know what kind of thieves they came to investigate, it is really a group of strange people. Hui Lin said disdainfully.