It has been three days since Wang Quanquan and others came to Zhongzhou, during which they have visited four or five large temples, but they have not found a useful method for moon cakes.

At present, a temple called "Hanjing Temple" is already the last temple within a radius of 100 miles.

This ancient temple with a history of nearly 100 years is famous for an ancient well in the temple that never dries up.

Legend has it that even in a year of great drought, the well in the temple can still produce water.

If it had been placed in the past, hearing this legend, the kingship would have been verified, but now he is not interested in it.

Along the way, Park Wen's expression has changed again and again, from full of hope at the beginning, to dejection now.

In these monasteries, where the head of the Dharma is higher, they get the same answer.

Although the words of these hosts are varied, the meaning of the expression is surprisingly consistent - they have no way, and even one of them wants to fool a few people into asking for ninety-nine burns of longevity incense for moon cakes.

The price of this incense stick is five hundred taels of silver, and even a profiteer like Wang Quanquan has to praise the way to make money.

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Coming to this Hanjing Temple, which is far inferior to the other five major temples regardless of the height of the mountain gate or the number of golden-bodied Buddha statues, several people have not yet entered the door, and they were blocked by the little monk who guarded the door.

"A few people stayed."

The little monk was not very old, about eleven or twelve years old, and wore a somewhat white monk's robe.

"Uncle Shi has an order, let the little monk take the donors to see him."

"This little master, dare to ask who Uncle Ling is?" Wang Quanquan asked politely.

"Uncle Shi is the junior brother of the presiding officer of this temple, and his law name is Huiming." The little monk lowered his eyebrows and replied gently.

Several people looked puzzled, they had specially inquired about the local eminent monks before they came, and there was no one named Huiming.

"What does the little master mean that Master Huiming knows that we will come?" It was Park who asked.

The little monk didn't answer, just nodded, "Everyone, please come with me." After saying that, he glanced at the mooncakes, and then walked towards the outside of the temple.

Several people were still puzzled, and when they hesitated, Wang Quanquan spoke:

"Since this Master Huiming knows that we are coming, he must be a high-ranking monk, and it doesn't hurt to go there."

Immediately, several people followed behind the little monk.

The little monk did not lead them into the temple, but turned left and right in a forest not far from Hanjing Temple, and finally came to a thatched hut.

After gently knocking on the door, an old voice came from inside the room: "Come in." ”

"Come in, a few of you."

The little monk gently pushed open the door and made a gesture of please.

Park Wen was the first to step in, followed by Wang Quan, followed by three women.

The house is poorly furnished, there is not a single Buddha statue in sight, and an old monk who is like his voice sits quietly in the house.

The old monk showed kindness on his face, but did not speak, but made a gesture of invitation first.

Several people glanced at each other, and finally let the main mooncake go to sit on the only stool left in the room.

The old monk looked at the little girl opposite, and his face became more and more kind.

"What's your name?"

"Back to the master, Dayan Qiqige."

The little girl replied softly, her expression was reserved, not at all as unprovoked as usual, and the king on the side wanted to laugh.

The old monk nodded when he heard this, and said without hurry:

"It turned out to be the royal family of Northern Turkistan, so I think it should be the daughter of Dayan Agudam."

After being revealed by the old monk, the little girl's mooncake didn't react, and Park Wen was so excited.

"The master is right, she is indeed the daughter of the Great Khan, please save her."

After saying that, you have to kneel.

Seeing this, a few people around didn't stop them, and they were used to seeing them along the way.

Although this guy didn't have a proper line along the way, after arriving in Zhongzhou, he seemed to be a different person, and every time he entered the temple, he would burn incense and bow down.

Later, if it weren't for the king's authority, he would really be able to ask for the ninety-nine burns of longevity incense for the moon cakes.

Now when you see the real Buddha, how can you not worship.

Seeing this, the old monk waved his hand, signaling that Pu Wen didn't have to kneel down, but where did the latter care about this, he directly bangbangbang

Park asked how he cared about himself, how could he not know his character.

When the two of them traveled to Northern Turkistan before, he was still normal, but as the hope became dim a little bit, his face was not as relaxed as it was at the beginning.

It wasn't until he came to Donghan later that Moon Cake even bumped into him secretly wiping away his tears alone in the middle of the night.

In that scene, where is there a shadow of the king of the Southern Courtyard and the general of the country, I don't know, I think I am a little lady who has been wronged in her husband's family.

Now Pu Wen kowtowed three times without hesitation, which moved the old monk who had seen a lot of the world on the other side.

He stroked his beard, and he didn't make a fuss, and said directly:

"In my opinion, the donor has a relationship with the Buddha, and although it is dangerous this time, it can also turn evil into good fortune."

"Master, is there a way?" Park Wen hurriedly looked up and asked.

"Southwest, Yunyin Temple."

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There are tens of millions of Buddhist temples in the world, and there are countless famous mountains and temples, and this Yunyin Temple is one of them.

Yunyin is a large temple in the southwest, located in Qiluo, an important military town of the dynasty, adjacent to Qu Xianwei.

Although Yunyin Temple is close to Xichi, it is a typical Central Plains temple and was built by a certain Central Plains monk.

Although the reputation of Yunyin Temple is not as good as that of Jokhang Temple, it also has a history of hundreds of years, and has produced several living Buddhas.

Middle-earth Buddhism is not like Western Chi Tantra and does not go out of its way to find a living Buddha, and this temple built by a high monk from the Central Plains is no different.

Although there will be a living Buddha every hundred years, Yunyin Temple still adheres to the "fate law" and everything follows fate.

Therefore, the living Buddha of Yunyin Temple is different from the Western Red Tantric Sect, not entering the temple since childhood, but choosing to come to the temple to become a monk after a sudden "epiphany" one day.

This also leads to a large age gap between these "living Buddhas", either children who are less than ten years old, or old people who have already aged their sixtieth birthday.

But there is no exception, since their ordination, the attainment of Buddhism has been a thousand miles a day, and many old monks who have been in the temple for decades are not as good as these half-way monks.

Among them, there is a river and ocean thief, who has been rampant in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and his hands have been stained with countless lives.

Once I happened to pass by Yunyin Temple, I suddenly had an epiphany, immediately put down the butcher knife, and entered the temple to become a monk.

After that, he devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism, chanting sutras every day to eliminate karma, and never set foot outside the temple until he passed away.

The monks often say, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground".

Of course, not everyone can become a Buddha when they put down the butcher's knife, the world often says that "the country is easy to change and the nature is difficult to move", the butcher's knife in the hand is easy to put away, and the killing in the heart is difficult to eliminate.

Wang Quanquan has always been skeptical of this kind of epiphany, and according to what he saw, the Jiangyang thief back then may not have the idea of avoiding the enemy's revenge.

As for the living Buddha, it is not a matter of touching the skin of the mouth, the temple is willing to enhance its fame in this way, and the people are also willing to listen to this strange story.

However, the old monk in front of him bluntly said the answer, which made the king a little impressed.

It is best for a Buddhist to play dumb riddles, and it is not the first time he has learned it.

This old monk with a very high rank in the temple can directly point out a clear path to everyone, and he is more elegant than those who talk about it and are eager to empty the pilgrims' wallets.

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