Out of the side hall, the fat monk took Xiao Yu around and walked through a moon gate with a sign of 'idlers stopping', and came to the back of the temple.

The moon gate divides the whole temple into two parts, compared with the noisy front yard, the back yard is obviously much quieter, the temple can be seen everywhere with thick pines and cypresses and the relics stupa specially built for storing the relics of the high monks and Buddhas, like the solemn atmosphere of a Buddhist resort.

Along the way, except for the monks in khaki monk's robes, Xiao Yu did not see the ubiquitous tourists and pilgrims. Obviously, this is the real Jinguang Temple.

The fat monk has been taking Xiaoyu to a meditation room, the furnishings in the meditation room are very simple, except for the necessary things such as tables, chairs, beds, etc., there is no other sundries, not even a radio, let alone other household appliances.

The fat monk let Xiao Yu sit down on a chair, made a cup of tea, put it on the table, and said to Xiao Yu apologetically, "Senior Brother Zhang, this is my residence, the monks live a hard life, and they can't take out anything decent to entertain guests, but this Putuo Mountain Buddha tea junior brother should taste it well, this is the poor monk picked from the wild tea trees of Foding Mountain before the valley rain, and concocted with the spring water of Putuo Mountain, which has a unique flavor." ”

Xiao Yu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and sure enough, he felt that the taste was fragrant and mellow, and the aftertaste was endless, so he couldn't help but praise the word "good" twice.

In my heart, I secretly said, look at so many pilgrims in this Puji Temple, there are many lanterns in the Daxiong Treasure Hall like stars, and there must be a lot of daily income, and the monks in the temple are unsigned, encouraging people to buy high-priced incense, which is a lot of income, this Huiming monk is a disciple of the head of Jinguang Temple, why is the residence so simple? It's incomprehensible.

Could it be that he deliberately found a place like this to fool himself?

Monk Huiming glanced at Xiao Yu, as if he saw what Xiao Yu was thinking, folded his hands, recited a sentence of 'Amitabha Buddha', and smiled at Xiao Yu slightly, "Senior Brother Zhang may not know, don't look at our Jinguang Temple's daily income, but except for leaving a small part of the money to maintain the basic expenses in the temple, the rest of the money has been donated by the head of the family to help those in need." The head of the family often admonishes us that monks should always remember the four words of 'accumulating virtue and doing good'. If you have compassion and do compassionate deeds, your heart will be at peace. ”

Xiao Yu couldn't help but be in awe when he heard this, and praised, "Zen Master Pudu is really a generation of high monks. ”

After chatting with Monk Huiming for a few more words, Xiao Yu once again turned the topic to the previous question.

Monk Huiming sighed, "Senior Brother Zhang, I won't tell you, there was a big incident in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion a few months ago, and I was punished by the head master, so I went to the front yard to sign for someone." ”

"Oh? Senior brother was actually punished by Zen Master Pudu? Xiao Yu was shocked in his heart, and his concern was overflowing, "I wonder if Senior Brother Huiming can easily tell Little Brother what happened in the Scripture Pavilion?" ”

Monk Huiming smiled bitterly, "Things have happened, and there is nothing to say." I've been managing the Scripture Pavilion for many years, and nothing has happened to me, so I'm a little slacking. In the past, I had to go to the Scripture Pavilion three times a night, but recently I was at the critical juncture of breaking through the bottleneck, so I reduced the number of rounds to one, and spent the rest of my time meditating in the meditation room. Who knows, there is a thief eyeing the Scripture Pavilion, he has obviously figured out my routine and rest, after I finished inspecting the Scripture Pavilion, sneaked into the Scripture Pavilion, and stole all the items in the secret room of the Scripture Pavilion, my master was furious, so I was punished in the front yard and the outer disciples for a year to release people for a year, as a punishment. ”

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, "I heard that Zen Master Pudu is practicing the Buddhist Miracle Gong 'Great Prajna Zen Sutra', with the cultivation of Zen Master Pudu, he should have already cultivated his state of mind to be invisible, I don't know what treasures were stolen from your temple this time, and it made Zen Master Pudu so out of shape?" ”

Monk Huiming shook his head, "There are any treasures in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion except for the scriptures, and the treasures of our Jinguang Temple are all in the 'Jinguang Relic Cave' in the back mountain, which is guarded by the three Yuan Infant Elders, even if you borrow a few guts from that thief, you don't dare to touch there." In the secret room of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, there are just some useless miscellaneous items, and the reason why my master is angry is because the thief is a disciple he usually values a lot, who would have thought that this guy would betray his master for the sake of those things outside his body! ”

Xiao Yu's heart moved, and he asked tentatively, "Senior Brother Huiming, I wonder if there is a fragment of a treasure map among the lost items in your temple?" ”

Xiao Yu said as he gestured with his hand and explained the material and style of the treasure map to Monk Huiming in detail.

"Treasure map?" Monk Huiming lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly patted his thigh and said, "Yes! It seems that there is such a fragment of a treasure map, this fragment and the small black sword sold to my junior brother, both I and my master found in the cave of the same Yuan Infant monk, I studied with Master for a long time, and I didn't understand where the place depicted on this treasure map was, that thing was just a fragment, and it was useless, and I felt a pity to throw it away, so I put it in the secret room of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion with those miscellaneous items. By the way, how did the junior brother know that we had a fragment of such a treasure map in our Jinguang Temple? Could it be that the search you said when you unsigned was to find this treasure map fragment? ”

Xiao Yu is now sure that the fragment of the treasure map he got from Chun Yugang was the one stolen by the traitors of Jinguang Temple from the secret room of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, as for how Chun Yugang got it, it is not difficult to guess the clues.

Monk Huiming said that the secret room of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is full of useless sundries, which Xiaoyu naturally will not believe, if those sundries are not in the stream, they will not arouse the covetousness of the thief, and he is willing to turn his back on the master for it.

After the traitor succeeded, for fear that Jinguang Temple would send someone to arrest him, he would naturally find a way to escape overseas, and the 'Wind Thief' plundered everywhere in the East China Sea.

After only a while, Xiao Yu thought about the whole thing thoroughly, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his heart, he originally wanted to find the third treasure map fragment here to complete the treasure map task, but he couldn't get what he wanted.

Thinking of the signature of the 'Handan Dream' I drew before, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, could it be that this is really the will of heaven in the dark, so that I can do a lot of good things?

"Senior Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Monk Huiming's concerned voice came from the side.

Xiao Yu woke up suddenly, knowing that he was a little out of shape just now, and hurriedly replied, "Senior Brother Huiming, we also have a fragment of this treasure map in the Lingxiao Pavilion, I saw it once, and I was quite interested in the material of this treasure map, just now I just asked casually, I didn't expect your temple to really have a collection." So I think it's incredible. Actually, junior brother, I came to Jinguang Temple this time because I was preparing to refine some pills recently, but I lacked some materials, and I wanted to ask if your temple had the blood of the 'Blue Blood Toad', and if so, I was willing to buy the spirit stone at a high price. ”

Hearing the words 'high price', Monk Huiming's spirit couldn't help but lift up, and his eyes lit up.

Jinguang Temple lives a hard life, there is no spirit stone vein on Putuo Mountain, and usually only relies on the sale of talismans and identification scrolls in exchange for spirit stones.

Although the supply of spirit stones for the disciples in the sect is not as tight as that of 'Listening to the Rain Building', it is not much better, as the head disciple, his monthly quota of spirit stones is only three medium-grade spirit stones.

Now he is in the critical period of breaking through the bottleneck, and he urgently needs a large number of spirit stones to cultivate, and now hearing Xiao Yu's words undoubtedly accelerated his adrenal hormone secretion, and his heart suddenly beat violently.

After whispering a few words of 'Amitabha Buddha', Monk Huiming calmed down, and couldn't help but secretly say ashamed, and said to Xiaoyu, "Senior brother is really in the right place, this 'blue blood toad' is only produced in our Putuo Mountain, last week I heard Senior Brother Huijing say that he found a nest of a 'blue blood toad' in the depths of the 'Fanyin Cave', and it is estimated that he caught a few alive, junior brother, you sit here for a while, and I will ask for you!" See if he's willing to sell you one! ”

With that, he stood up and rushed towards the outside of the meditation room like a gust of wind.

Looking at his back, Xiao Yu opened his mouth wide, almost speechless, he just asked casually, but he didn't expect to be crooked, and he really asked the right place.

As the saying goes, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them, and the last taste of the two poisonous ingredients is inexplicably put together by himself.

There was nothing to entertain in this meditation room, Xiao Yu was a little bored waiting, and couldn't help but play with his heart, use his divine sense, and scan the entire temple.

The powerful divine consciousness spread out like rippling water, gradually enveloping the entire temple.

As the divine consciousness continued to spread, Xiao Yu's heart was full of surprise, this Jinguang Temple covers a huge area, and there are no less than 1,000 Zen rooms, halls, and towers together, and they are scattered on the entire mountain peak.

In the back mountain of the temple, Xiao Yu's divine consciousness was blocked by a faint white light, unable to enter, obviously, there is a very powerful prohibition here, and even the divine consciousness cannot penetrate.

Presumably, this is where the 'Golden Light Relic Cave' in the mouth of the monk Huiming is located.

In a meditation room at the back of the monastery.

A white-eyed old monk sat cross-legged on top of a big **.

This meditation room was spotlessly clean, and there was nothing but this **.

The white-eyed old monk looked like he was about sixty years old, his eyebrows and beard were as white as snow, but the skin on his face was delicate like a baby, and the most striking thing was his forehead, which was as prominent and towering as an Antarctic fairy, and in the middle of his forehead, there was a vertical line like an eye.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his breath long, as if he had settled down, and no one knew how long he had been sitting here, or how long he would continue to sit.

In this meditation room, it is as if time has quietly stopped, and the whole room is filled with the artistic conception of 'Zen'.

Suddenly!

The body of the white-eyed old monk moved suddenly, and the vertical line in the middle of his forehead suddenly burst into golden light, as if he had a third eye, and the place where the golden light swept by, like substance, hit the wall, and actually made a 'click' sound, as if he wanted to pierce the wall, which was extremely weird.

After a while, the golden light was retracted, and it returned to the vertical line in the middle of the white-eyed old monk's forehead, and the meditation room regained tranquility.

The corner of the white-eyed old monk's mouth hung on a smile at some point, and he muttered, "Interesting, interesting." ”