Standing on the edge of the "big terrace", I even felt that I could pluck the clouds directly.

However, the large terrace was empty, and there were no other monks to see when they came from the plank path.

Is it getting late, and the monks are no longer in and out, and they go back to rest?

At night, these places are indeed not suitable for wandering, and it is more dangerous.

Those welcoming monks should also have their own meditation rooms and wings on the side of the second hall building.

Tang Seng carefully raised his feet and walked up the steps with difficulty and determination.

This step is much more dangerous than the rest of the boardwalk, and there is no space between the planks, so you can see the "abyss" under your feet through the gap.

With just ten steps, Tang Seng walked for two minutes before stepping on the big terrace.

Half of the large terrace is shrouded by the extended eaves, and half is completely exposed to the canopy.

You can see that those parts outside, after the sun and rain, are obviously much older.

On the right-hand side, in the direction of the terrace towards the interior of the mountain cliff, is the entrance to a large hall.

The tall vermilion door was hidden.

Tang Seng exhaled slowly, walked to the door, did not deliberately look inside, and said loudly: "Poor monk Xuanzang, from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Soil, I have come to visit Master Jinchi." ”

To be honest, if it weren't for Tang Seng's sincere tone, it would sound a little provocative.

"Squeak".

The door slowly opened inward, and the sound of chanting Buddha came out.

Tang Seng was slightly stunned, the door was hidden in front of him, not completely closed, why didn't he hear the sound?

The door opened, but it was still dark inside.

After all, it was late, there was no good light, only some flickering candle flames could be seen, and some monks had vague and hazy backs.

The person who opened the door was a little monk who looked red with red lips and white teeth, and looked pleasing, wearing a wide monk's robe that did not particularly fit, and smiled at Tang Seng with his hands folded: "Master Xuanzang, all senior brothers, uncles, and ancestors are in the evening class, please wait for a while." ”

"It's the poor monk who is disturbing." Tang Seng returned the salute.

The little monk smiled and closed the door again, this time the closing was tight, and the chanting of the Buddha was no longer transmitted.

Tang Seng turned his head to look and saw Sun Wukong, a disciple who didn't look like a Buddhist disciple at all, standing on the edge and looking outside.

Looking at the appearance, I feel that I will return with the wind at any time.

"Wukong, don't stand there, it's windy, it's dangerous." Tang Seng said.

"Master, I can fly." Yang Que turned his head and smiled.

I waited about five minutes.

The door opened again, and an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but dressed quite golden, walked out: "Master Xuanzang." ”

"Master Jinchi?"

The two greeted each other and began to talk.

did not directly participate in the Zen debate machine, Tang Seng explained his origin and intention.

Master Jin Chi is very talkative, and very generously said that he can sit with Tang Seng and discuss, and he will stay in the Zen monastery tonight.

The two walked into the main hall, and Yang Que followed.

The hall is quite spacious, with four dragon pillars standing, and a golden statue of three meters and four meters high is facing the gate.

The statue can vaguely be seen to be the classic shape of Guanyin, but it is not particularly clear, and the workmanship is relatively rough.

After Tang Seng came in, he first saluted the statue.

"This is ......," Master Jin Chi looked at Yang Que.

"Oh, this is the stubborn disciple of the poor monk, and he is not a real monk, and his Dharma name is Wukong." Tang Seng said, "I also asked the master to arrange a place for him to rest." ”

"Break the stubborn mustache Wukong, okay." Master Jin Chi nodded, praised it, and turned his head, "Fa Ming, Fa Ming......"

He shouted twice, and a bald monk walked out from behind the statue with a hint of a smile on his face: "Master." ”

"Fa Ming, you take this little master Wukong to rest." Jin Chi said, "As a teacher, I want to have a long talk with Master Xuanzang." ”

"Okay." Fa Ming nodded, walked to Yang Que's side and led the way for him, "Little Master, please come with me." ”

Yang Que glanced at Tang Seng and followed Fa Ming to the side hall.

"Where's the little monk just now?" Yang Que asked casually.

"Little Master is asking Master Kongxuan's nephew?"

"I don't know who it is. Do you have a lot of little monks here? Yang Que said.

"Naturally not, there were quite a few in the past, but now there are only empty Xuanshi nephews." Fa Ming said.

"Well, why is that?"

"Because I can't endure hardship." Fa Ming said with a smile, "Although my Guanyin Zen Temple has a slight name, it is also a hanging temple on the top of the mountain. There are too many inconveniences, and some children have a hard time suffering. ”

"Oh." Yang Que nodded, "So now there's only one left?" ”

"Well, Master Kongxuan's nephew doesn't look old, but he is very able to endure hardships." Fa Ming said, "We all admired him very much, and Master also allowed him not to do morning and evening classes. ”

"You guys were just doing an evening class?"

The so-called morning and evening classes, to put it bluntly, are similar to students' morning and evening reading.

But one is reading, and the other is chanting.

"Yes." Fa Ming nodded.

The two talked as they walked.

After passing through the side hall, the corridor, the mountain passage, the plank road, and the peak loop, the two came to a place similar to the terrain of the mountain pass.

It's not a cave, and you can see the sky directly.

There are small trees and grasses growing here, and there is water flowing out of the cracks in the rock wall, forming a pool of water on the ground.

The pool is not big, only a few dozen square meters, but it does not look shallow.

It has a vague meaning of small waterfalls and deep pools.

On the opposite side of the pond is a row of eighteen cabins, which look quite complete.

"This is where some of the monks of our temple rest." Fa Ming took Yang Que to a wooden house and pushed open the door, "Don't walk around at night, some places are in disrepair, even if we have a time to stumble." ”

"Hmm." Yang Que glanced at the wooden house, which was empty, except for a wooden bed, an old and even a little moldy bedding, there was only one wooden barrel.

"If you need convenience......" Fa Ming pointed to the barrel.

"Okay." Yang Que nodded.

"Also, don't use the water in the pool." Fa Ming admonished again.

"Why?" Yang Que was a little curious, "Is there anything wrong with the water?" ”

"It's not." Fa Ming's expression that had been smiling indifferently changed slightly, "This is the only water source ...... the Zen Academy."

The implication is that he is afraid that Yang Que will be dirty.

After a pause, Fa Ming continued: "I'll bring water to the little master later?" ”

"No need." Yang Que waved his hand, "Don't worry, I won't walk around." ”

"It's getting late, little master rest early." Fa Ming folded his hands and bowed slightly, and closed the door for Yang Que.

As the door closed, the room went completely dark.

There wasn't even a single candle in it.

Even if there is, it can't be lit without fire.

After a while, Yang Que heard a sound of footsteps and opened the window to take a look.

The five monks hurried to the place, entered the hut and closed the door.

Soon, the sound of chanting and chanting Buddha came.

I don't know where in the Zen temple, there is also the sound of the bell, and the aftermath is lingering, endless.

Mixed with the sound of chanting and chanting Buddha, I don't feel the solemn treasure chest, nor do I meditate on the ethereal.

On the contrary, there is a deep and strange feeling.