737. Chapter 103 There Are Warrior Monks in Lingguang Temple Ouyang Ping found nothing

The two wooden boxes above are all the clothes worn by the monks, except for the underwear - that is, the shirt and pants are fish white, the other clothes, together with the socks are all gray, except for a few monk's clothes pressed at the bottom of the box, all the clothes worn by the martial arts practitioners, a total of three sets, all made of silk, the color is two sets of beige, one set of crimson. The three sets of clothes are characterized by: wide, the trousers are bloomers. This kind of clothes is more convenient for swords, dancing knives, and jumping.

"Master Zhiren, does Guangjie know martial arts?"

"Guangjie is a warrior monk."

Ouyang Ping only knew that Shaolin Temple and Wudang Mountain had a tradition of practicing martial arts: "Do the monks of your temple also practice martial arts?" ”

"Most of the monks practice martial arts."

Is it any wonder that Lingguang Temple has such a high status in the Buddhist world?

"Does the abbot also know martial arts?"

"The martial arts of the monks in the temple are all learned from the abbot of Yiqing."

Is it any wonder that the abbot is in good spirits and his body is so strong?

"Does Lingguang Temple accept lay disciples?"

After the reform and opening up, somehow, there are many teenagers in the country to go to Shaolin Temple to learn art, these years, the monks of Shaolin Temple have also begun to go out of Buddhism to show their strength, and there are some people in the rivers and lakes who shave their hair, pretend to be Shaolin disciples, and swagger and deceive everywhere, it is no wonder that the reputation of Shaolin Temple is too great. The ancestors of Shaolin Temple probably never dreamed that the martial arts that were originally only used to watch the family care hospital could also be used as an industry to make Shaolin Temple a famous brand. Famous brands are money!

Comparatively speaking, Lingguang Temple is far inferior to Shaolin Temple in terms of development and innovation.

There was no ceiling on the top of the meditation room, the floor tiles below, and the walls were blue brick walls, and the comrades carefully inspected the brick walls and floor tiles, including the inside of the bed and the floor tiles under the bed, and found nothing abnormal. The monks' rooms are probably so basic, and there are very few places to hide things.

The shrine is a separate part, which is separate from the wall. The height of the shrine is about 1.5 meters high, and the width is 60 or 70 centimeters. Inside the shrine sits a Bodhisattva carved out of wood. In front of the bodhisattva is an incense burner. The whole shrine, there is no mezzanine, and everything is unobstructed.

After that, Supervisor Zhiren led Ouyang Ping and his party to the West Courtyard.

Passing through the square in front of the East Transept and the Daxiong Hall is the West Transept, and the West Courtyard is behind the West Transept. Two meditation rooms are located in the southwest corner of the west courtyard, one facing east and one facing north.

The bed in the meditation room is made of green bricks, covered with wooden planks and straw mats, and there are two wooden boxes on both sides of the bed against the wall, which are exactly the same size and color as the wooden boxes in the Guangjie room, these wooden boxes are specially placed by the monks to put clothes and sundries, and are the only furniture in the meditation room.

The bed is neatly arranged with four bedding and pillows. The pillow is made of bamboo, and the futon is relatively thin. The smell of soap emanated from the air, and the interior of the meditation room was spotless. The life of the monks is simple, but it is also clean.

Zhiren sent someone to bring four more futons: "Captain Ouyang, at night, the temperature in the mountains is relatively low, and there are two futons, so you won't be frozen." ”

While the people in the meditation room were talking, two monks walked in from outside the door, each carrying a wooden bucket in his hand, the barrel was steaming, and a few new towels were hanging from the bucket handle.

"Captain Ouyang, you wash up," Master Zhiren has two wooden basins in the corner of the wall—there is a large and a small one in the corner, "It's not too early, you rest early, the room is in this west courtyard, tomorrow morning, I will invite you, and the meal will start on time at half past six." ”