Ye Dingxi shook his head.

"Maybe it gave them a sense of security after entering the incense. ”

Is it?

I was skeptical, but Master Taksheng glanced back at us, then said goodbye to the group of believers and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

"Let's go too. ”

I took Ye Dingxi's hand.

When they passed by those mortals, they didn't see my existence, but a few young people looked at Ye Dingxi unconsciously and unconsciously looked at Ye Dingxi, and talked about something with their heads on their heads.

"They won't recognize you, will they?" I asked worriedly.

Ye Dingxi calmly moved forward without looking back, "So what?"

Also.

Buddhism is a pure place, so they can't run back and ask for autographs and group photos.

I shook my head again and again, laughing to myself for worrying too much.

After about a quarter of an hour, we reached the top of the mountain.

In the cold wind, several linden trees were bent by the heavy snow, and sometimes the sound of snow falling could be heard.

The temple is not large, a vermilion gate is open, and the sound of chanting can be faintly heard.

I looked at the incense ding in the open space, a thick layer of ash and snow blended together, a lot of sandalwood that had not yet burned out was smoking lightly, and several believers were kneeling in front of the ding and holding incense to worship.

"Although it is remote, the incense of this Zen temple is very good!"

I lowered my voice.

Ye Dingxi leaned close to my ear and explained: "Although a Zen temple is hidden in the mountains, but it is well-known far and near, and recently the heavy snow has become a disaster, and many believers brave the heavy snow to go up the mountain to pray for peace. ”

"Why is it so famous?"

"Responsive. ”

"Really?!"

"False and real, true and false. ”

Ye Dingxi's expression suddenly became solemn, and his gaze looked deeper through the temple gate: "Sometimes seeing is not necessarily true, the so-called truth and falsehood are paradoxes. ”

I can understand every word of what he said, but the whole sentence is a little confused.

Not far away, Master Desheng unloaded the lily hat, his body was thin, and he stood under the Bodhi tree with his hands in his hands, and he was as light as smoke.

"The two donors have no relationship with the world, but they have stepped into the world, and the poor monk wishes the two to get what they want. ”

"Thank you, Master, for your words. ”

Ye Ding is rare and ten return gifts.

Desheng nodded, leading us further into the monastery.

In the front hall, the prayer flags are hung high, the green lights are surrounded, the light is not extinguished, a statue of the golden body Lingji Bodhisattva is located in the hall, holding the flying dragon staff, the expression is solemn, there are some fresh melons and fruits on the case, the three pillars of fragrance are placed, at this time it has passed the time for the monks to concentrate on practice, there is only one young monk in the huge Buddha hall who kneels and sits on the right side of the offering case and recites the sutra alone.

"That is my junior brother, and his name is sick. Desheng introduced.

Belch?

I was slightly stunned.

Dharma name sick?!

"Such a strange name?" I muttered.

Ye Dingxi said quietly: "There are four monks in this temple, who take birth, old age, sickness and death as their own legal names, Desheng is the abbot, and the three senior monks who are old, sick and dead are all his junior disciples. ”

I see......

If it is named after the four sufferings of life, it will not sound so strange.

I looked at the sick man who was reciting sutras with his eyes closed, he looked no more than in his early twenties, his eyebrows were clear, his clothes were also thin, but he had a coarse cloth scarf around his neck, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand was slowly turning, and his heart was not distracted, and he was not affected by our arrival.

"Master Desheng, I saw a few pilgrims coming in just now, why are they missing now?" I looked around, and the entire front hall was empty, and there was indeed no other person in sight.

Desheng Heshi said: "A few donors have probably gone to the side hall." ”

"Side hall?"

"Kuixing Pavilion. Ye Dingxi said.

He seemed to know the layout of the temple very well, and it seemed that he had indeed put a lot of effort into finding out the news a few days ago.

I nodded, looked at Desheng and said, "Master, can you take us to Kuixing Pavilion to have a look?"

"Please come with me. ”

Desheng led us around the left side of the Buddha statue and walked towards the side hall on the west side of the backyard.

Along the way, I did see a few pilgrims passing by, and their faces all looked the same as they had seen at the mountain gate, with happy and peaceful smiles.

"Kui Mu Xingjun is really effective, a few days ago I came to ask for a son for my daughter-in-law, but she was really pregnant, no, I hurried over to repay my wish!"

"Me too! Last month, my man sprained his foot, and the doctor said he would amputate it, and I came over to pray for the blessing of Kui Jupiter-kun, and it has only been two months, and my man has been able to walk on the ground!"

"Kui Jupiter-kun will respond to all requests and bless us all in the sky!"

Several pilgrims were talking with smiles on their faces.

Ye Dingxi and I glanced at each other, as if we both saw the confusion and consternation in each other's eyes.

There are countless immortals in the city in the thirty-three days, each performing its own duties, some are in charge of human marriage, and some are adding blessings and longevity to the world, but they have never heard of any immortals who manage so widely.

"Kui Jupiter-kun, one of the twenty-eight nakshatras, right?" I asked.

Ye Dingxi nodded.

"He's not in charge of the rise and fall of articles, is he?, how can he still care about having children?" I asked again.

Ye Dingxi didn't speak, his eyes looked in one direction.

I followed his line of sight and looked over, Nakui Xingge was close in front of me, about three feet and two feet, three layers and six sides, flying eaves and corners, copper bells hanging, and the spirit of the tube tile beast was lifelike.

At this time, although there is mist in the mountain, it is just the time when the morning sun is rising, and the golden line-like sunlight reflects the red wall of the tower, and there is a faint purple glow that seems to be there.

"This Kui Xing Pavilion looks weird. ”

I clearly heard Ye Dingxi's voice, but when I turned my head to look over, he still maintained a distant appearance, as if he had not been distracted.

What's going on?

"Let's go. ”

Then he looked at me and pointed to the living that was already standing under the eaves.

Two more pilgrims came out of the attic, and when they saw Master Desheng, they all saluted respectfully, and then left in one direction.

"Where are they going?" I asked Xiang Desheng.

He said together: "Amitabha, several pilgrims are here today to repay their vows, and they want to add some sesame oil to Kui Muxingjun." ”

Add sesame oil, that is to send money?

Although I have not been born in the underworld for many years, I still understand some of the twists and turns of the world.

"Do you want to go in?"

Desheng asked again.

I nodded naturally, the purple glow just now seemed strange, it was unique in this temple, and those pilgrims and believers who came down the mountain actually came to a Zen temple but did not worship Lingji Bodhisattva, but came to worship Kui Mu Xingjun in this side hall, which also made me very confused.

When Ye Dingxi and I followed Desheng into the building together, I found that this place was very different from the front hall.

It is clearly an attic, but it is very beautifully repaired, the smell of incense is so strong that it chokes the nose, and the walls on both sides stand tall wooden frames, full of sesame oil lamps.

In the center, there is a statue of a golden-bodied ghost-shaped god, with one foot tilted back, holding a bucket in one hand and holding a pen in the other hand like a dot.