"This guy who is dustless actually became an abbot",

Lu Hong smiled dumbly.

Apricot Blossom, Daoxiang, Zen Yin's three descendants are the most dusty and murderous, although he is a monk, but in Lu Hong's opinion, he is a complete demonic outsider, naturally he did not expect that he would become the abbot of Faxiang Temple.

However, if he can build a Buddhist temple again, it can be regarded as a good deed and a virtuous deed, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The gray-clothed monk said: "Does the donor recognize the abbot of my family?"

Lu Hong smiled: "How do you recognize it? I don't know how many times I have been born and died."

Shaking his head and laughing: "He, where does he look like an abbot?"

Kneeling on the futon, he respectfully kowtowed a few times, inserted the incense that had been lit into the incense burner, and said, "Where is Master Wuchen now? Take me to him."

The little monk said: "It's unfortunate that you came, the abbot left the temple the day before yesterday."

Lu Hongqi said: "Where did he go? He is the abbot, is he still the same Meng Lang as before?",

The little monk said: "The abbot has always seen the head and the tail of the dragon, and this Faxiang Temple does not know our family, and the abbots of other temples will also go to see it."

"There is more than one Faxiang Temple?",

The little monk said: "Yes, there are six Dharma temples in the local area, although each has an abbot, but those abbots must also be under the abbot's control."

Lu Hong frowned, why did this Faxiang Temple be repaired so quickly, and six of them were repaired in a month.

glanced at the tribute in front of the Buddha case, curled Nana's smoke, and looked up at the solemn Buddha statue and said: "Little Master, this Buddha statue is wiped clean, but the incense does not seem to be prosperous.

The little monk sighed lightly and said, "It's like that, who still has the heart to worship the Buddha?"

Lu Hong said: "There is chaos outside, shouldn't people pray to God and worship Buddha?"

The little monk said: " The donor said that it is elsewhere, Dashengguan is different here, the Wei seniors of the Dharma are very blessed in this place, the local people believe in the Famen, and the Famen is notoriously disrespectful, not respecting the Buddha, even if they go to the pure Buddha Gate, it is just a formality; the bones of the Wei seniors are cold, but let them immediately convert to Buddhism is also difficult for them, and the local people have moved far away to avoid disasters, and it will take three or five days to come and go here and go less to say less, maybe other temples will have more incense than ours, whatever, believe in what or not is the people's own business, we can't care, when the Sanzang Master also walked 108,000 miles to get the scriptures back？”，

Lu Hong said with a smile: "The little master can see it, then again, this pure place of Buddhism is indeed a paradise, and it is good to have such a safe place."

"It's just that there are very few people in your temple, and I haven't seen anyone else except the little master."

The little monk said: "Several senior brothers are chanting, but it is true that there are few people in our temple, there are only three or five senior brothers, and then there are several senior monks from King Kong Gate and White Horse Temple."

"The monks of Kongomen and White Horse Temple, are they here as guests?",

Wuchen was a disciple of Vajra Gate, and his teacher Ye Baima was a senior monk of White Horse Temple twenty years ago, so it is said that King Kong Gate and White Horse Temple have some relationship with Faxiang Temple, and the union of the three families is also a beautiful thing.

The clinker monk shook his head and said: "It's not a guest, a few days ago, there was a fire in the King Kong Gate, which burned an ancient temple to ashes, thirteen monks sat down, and the abbot of the White Horse Temple, Master Yiye, was killed by ghouls, and the monks of the two families had nowhere to go, so they took refuge in my abbot."

Lu Hong's eyes moved, and he frowned: "The King Kong Gate is on fire, and the abbot of the White Horse Temple is killed by ghouls?

"How is it possible that a fire has made thirteen eminent monks sit down? How is it possible, the senior monks of the Vajra Gate are not monks who can only chant sutras, the eight-armed demon body of your abbot Master Wuchen is learned from the Vajra Gate, how can a fire hurt them?",

The gray-clothed monk thought that Lu Hong felt that he was scolding him, and hurriedly said loudly: "The monks don't speak, that is, on the fifth day of the first month of last month, the lamps and candles of the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the King Kong Gate were overturned, and the sesame oil below was lit...... Amitabha, Amitabha ......",

Speaking of the White Horse Temple, the gray-clothed monk himself was frightened, and he was busy chanting "Amitabha" with his hands folded.

Lu Hong was even more curious in his heart, and muttered: "On the fifth day of the first month of last month, I had just left for less than twenty days, how could I ...... so quickly?"

Suddenly remembered that when Wuchen was in the White Bone Ridge that day, he had agreed with Yuan Wuyan to meet at the King Kong Gate, and the two seemingly unrelated things were entangled, and a thunderbolt suddenly fell in his mind, so shocked that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"The donor... Donor ......",

The gray-clothed little monk was also frightened when he saw that his face had changed drastically.

Lu Hong came back to his senses and smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine, I just think... The world is impermanent",

Hearing him say this, the gray-clothed little monk felt a little relieved, and said with a faint smile: "Who said it wasn't, the world is impermanent, even Buddhism is no exception",

Lu Hong didn't answer his words again, and asked himself: "Little Master, have you ever heard of a shameless person? Can you tell me more about the fire at the King Kong Gate?"

"There's nothing troublesome about this ......",

The little monk was about to talk to him in detail, but he heard a cough behind him, and then he heard a strong voice say: "It's just an accident, what is there to say?"

Lu Hong turned his head when he heard this, and saw that it was a very fat yellow-robed monk, although he was wearing Buddhist clothes and holding a magic staff, but his face did not have the appearance of a monk, although the evil aura on his body was well hidden, but Lu Hong could feel it.

is a fake monk, Lu Hong's face remains unchanged, but his heart has already become active.

Since he practiced the Meditation Vision, his eyes are like torches, and his five senses and six senses have become very acute, and ordinary camouflage and disguise techniques can't fool him at all, although this monk has shaved off the three thousand troubles, but the aura of the demon can't hide it.

"Master of Virtue",

Seeing him coming, the gray-clothed monk hurriedly folded his hands and saluted him.

The fat monk, who was called the master of virtue, only nodded, and said, "Xulin, you go down, sweep the courtyard again, and I will receive this benefactor."

The gray-clothed monk nodded, turned back to Lu Hong, and said: "Donor, Master Deren is from the King Kong Gate, if you have anything to say, donor just ask him."

After saying that, he gave a salute and withdrew.