Abbot.

The semantic meaning of the abbot is to settle down and maintain, which originally meant to refer to the person who passed on the Buddha's Dharma and continued the Buddha's wisdom, and was later used to refer to the presiding officer or elder of each temple, and was mostly used to describe a person who can decide things in a temple.

The little monk was well-behaved, and seeing that Chunting didn't intend to tell him the purpose of this trip, he didn't say much along the way, but quietly took our group to the door of the abbot's room, and then gently knocked on the door in front of him.

"What's going on outside the door?"

With the rhythmic knocking of the little monk on the door, a slightly old voice came from inside the door.

"Abbot, a benefactor has come to you to say that there is something to discuss."

Although there was a door, the little monk's attitude was still very respectful, and he answered the source of the voice through the door.

Squeak.

After the little monk answered, with the sound of the door shaft turning in our ears, the door in front of us was pushed open from the inside out, and a monk with a strong spirit and kind eyes appeared in front of us.

This monk seems to have reached the age of antiquity, with long beard and long eyebrows, white eyebrows, he is wearing a white robe that has been washed with pulp and even with patches, and a pair of linen monk shoes under his feet, at first glance I think that this person must not be a person who deceives the world and steals fame, but a real monk.

The monk pushed open the door and walked steadily towards us, while surveying us with his lightning-like gaze.

"Amitabha, I am the presiding officer of this Huanghua Temple, I don't know if the benefactor has something to discuss with the poor monk?"

Empty? This old monk's Dharma name is actually a line of words?

Although the Dharma name of this line of characters is not as spanning thousands of years as the Dharma of the Thousand Buddha Temple, it is also surprising that such a high monk appears here.

The seven cross poems made by Fuyu Zen Master have arranged the genealogy of the monks of later generations, which is naturally recorded, the virtue is eternal and constant, and the wonderful body is often strong, and now the Shaolin abbot is just the eternal word generation, and in this little-known Huanghua Temple, this abbot is actually higher than the Shaolin abbot's generation, this is really the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger, greatly beyond my expectations.

"Master Xingkong, I didn't come to your temple for anything else, but to make a wish for my brother."

Chun Ting was obviously prepared for Xingkong's question, and after hearing this, his face did not show any abnormality, but pulled Shen Lang to his side, with a respectful attitude towards Xingkong, and actually called Shen Lang his younger brother when he opened his mouth, which sounded quite close.

"Master, my brother was thin and weak when he was young, and my father visited famous doctors all over the world to no avail, until I came to this Huanghua Temple to make incense and make a wish, and my brother's health improved."

As he spoke, Chunting's face showed a look of shame, he lowered his head and continued to explain the intention of this trip to Xingkong.

"It's just a shame to say that in recent years, I have been busy with business, and I have forgotten to come here to make a vow, and a few days ago I suddenly dreamed of this in my sleep, so I took the time to bring my brother here, just to fulfill the promise made by my father in front of the Buddha that day."

Shen Lang was at a loss when he heard this, but he also knew that Chunting must have his own intentions, so he did not deny his statement, and behind Chunting, he also lowered his head and did not say a word.

And after we understood Chunting's intentions, we couldn't help but sigh, high, Chunting's hand is really high!

Wish, that is, what they are willing to pay to thank after the wish is fulfilled, this kind of saying has existed in ancient times, Chunting's rhetoric is sincere, and his words are sincere, if he didn't know in advance that he had no relationship with Shen Lang, I'm afraid we would all believe this remark, since we all think so, then of course this monk named Xingkong will not be vigilant.

"Amitabha, the donor Buddha has deep roots, and what happened in the previous generation can still come here to repay his vows, but I don't know what kind of promise Ling Zun made back then?"

Chunting's remarks are reasonable, and there is no doubt after hearing it, and because Chunting said, he knows that we are here to repay our vows and not to do evil, and there is no harm to this Huanghua Temple, so he asked Chunting with a smile on his face. 53 Chinese Net

"It was my father who brought my two brothers here to make a promise, and now my father is not here, but since my brother is in good health, I will definitely wish for my father, and today I am here to rebuild the temple of the Huanghua Temple and reshape the golden body!"

Chun Ting's face was sincere, and what he said seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and we tried to hold back a laugh behind us, not daring to make a sound.

"Amitabha!"

Hearing what Chunting said, he shouted the Buddha's name deeply, stroked his snow-white beard with his hand, and his smile grew, and his kind face had a little more praise and relief.

"The donor's heart is benevolent and Buddha-like, and it is not a trivial matter to rebuild the temple and reshape the golden body, although this move is a great good, but it costs a lot."

"The master praises falsely, although I can't call my family wealthy, but I also have a small family business, how can this yellow and white thing be worth my brother's health, this wish is my sincerity, the master doesn't need to say much and don't worry."

Chun Ting replied fluently, showing Xingkong that as long as he could make a vow, it didn't matter how much it cost, and then took the opportunity to pull Ling Xuan to his side and began to introduce Xingkong.

"Master, this is a craftsman I specially found before I came, this time I really want to do my best for this Huanghua Temple, and ask the master to take me and others around to watch, so that this craftsman can take a closer look at how to repair, so that I can also solve this heart."

Although Ling Xuan also looked puzzled, he and Chunting had known each other for a long time, and there was no need to mention each other's tacit understanding, hearing the identity that Chunting had fabricated for him, he was stunned for a moment and then adapted to this new identity, bowed slightly to Xingkong, and saluted with one palm.

"Master Lao sent someone to take me and others around, especially the halls that have fallen into disrepair for a long time, this gentleman has already explained to me, I must be conscientious, so that this Huanghua Temple is suddenly new."

Xingkong heard what Ling Xuan said, and without hesitation, he softly called the little monk who brought us here just now, and gave instructions to the little monk.

"Yong'an, you take your benefactors to watch slowly in this temple, and if you have any requirements, you must meet them."

"Understand the abbot, Yong'an will take the donors to have a look in the temple."

Yong'an nodded, bent down and bowed to Xingkong, and then prepared to take us to start watching in this Huanghua Temple.

"Master, please come back."

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Chunting bent down slightly and said goodbye to Xingkong.

"Amitabha."

Xingkong didn't say much, he shouted the Buddha's name lightly, stood still and watched us leave under the leadership of Yong'an, and then returned to his own room.

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This little monk named Yong'an began to take us to watch in the Huanghua Temple, along the way for us to seriously introduce the various scenery in the temple, after his introduction, we found that although the scale of the Huanghua Temple is not large, but majestic and solemn, quite a Buddhist style.

At the same time, since Yong'an was leading the way, we were worried that we would lose too many words, so we did not communicate with each other, but carefully looked at every part of the temple behind him, trying to find traces related to the statue.

It's just a pity that by the end of the day, we had almost walked through this small ancient temple, but we didn't find any clues that might be related to the statue.

At this moment, Yongan raised his head with a thoughtful expression.

Seeing him like this, we couldn't help but be shocked, could it be that this little monk named Yong'an discovered the true intention of our trip?