When he arrived in the city, Jingzhou walked along.

But seeing the pedestrians bustling, it is very prosperous, and it has a different scenery than the big Song City.

After walking around the city for a while, experiencing a strange style, Jing Zhou used a piece of broken silver, found someone to ask a little, and knew the location of Tianlong Temple.

Although this Tianlong Temple is the royal temple of Dali, but it is not in the city of Dali, but outside the city to the north of the Yue Peak of Cangshan Mountain, carrying Cangshan, facing Ershui, extremely dominant, although the place is somewhat remote, but it is very easy to find, just ask a nearby people, you can know where this Tianlong Temple is located.

Jingzhou traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers, walked around and had a look, and walked out of Dali City for about a tea time, and then saw a pagoda in front of him.

This tower is extremely majestic, in terms of height alone, I am afraid that it is twenty or thirty zhang high, at this time he finally understood, why the person who pointed the way said that he only needs to walk a little forward, he can see the location of Tianlong Temple.

When he arrived in front of Tianlong Temple, Jing Zhou sighed that this temple was large in scale and beautifully constructed, which was not much worse than that Shaolin Temple.

The land of Dali is full of people to worship the Buddha, at this time the pilgrims who come to worship are endless, even if they stand outside the temple, there is still some distance from this Tianlong Temple, he can see the incense in the temple.

Sandalwood is fragrant, and the green smoke lingers above the temple for a long time, and the incense alone, Tianlong Temple is afraid that it is more than Shaolin.

Jing Zhou folded his fan and shook it slightly, and then followed a group of pilgrims in.

At this time, I am afraid that Tianlong Temple has not received the worship post of Gu Mozhi, otherwise the temple would have been closed and guarded.

Entering the Tianlong Temple, this temple will appear more magnificent, Jingzhou is slightly counted, there are six or seven high-rise buildings, more than ten main halls, and the houses are more than 100.

The most conspicuous thing is that there are three tall towers in the temple that reach into the sky, each of which is dozens of stories high, which is extremely spectacular.

It seems that this royal Duan clan is afraid that he has spent a lot of money in Tianlong Temple.

He was dressed in a jade robe, dressed as a noble son, and was very conspicuous in the temple, and after a while, a little monk came over, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, does the donor need the little monk to take him on a tour?" ”

"In this way, there will be Master Lao." Jing Zhou said a word, and followed the little monk to walk around the temple.

The scale of this Tianlong Temple is large, it is really not like Dali such a small country should have, if he turns around, want to sort out the stepping point, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort, here came a monk took the initiative to take himself on a tour, which is in line with Jingzhou's mind.

The little monk explained as he walked: "This temple was originally called Chongsheng Temple, but the people of Dali called it Guan, and over time, people only knew Tianlong Temple. ”

After speaking, he turned his head, and his eyes just met the folding fan with a beautiful side painted in Jing Zhou's hand.

"What a beautiful person~"

The little monk's heart fluttered, and he saw a few beautiful shadows on the fan, with lingering affection, a smile and a smile, all of which were fascinating.

Especially the woman in red in the middle, her eyes are like silk, the silk in her hands is dancing, and her clothes are fluttering, as if she is about to fly out of a fan, which makes his heart beat endlessly.

"Little master, is my daughter beautiful?"

A fluttering sentence came from the ear of the little monk, and he didn't think about it, and immediately said: "Beautiful!" ”

"Hahaha, the little master is honest, and the monks don't lie."

After "beauty" came out of his mouth, the little monk reacted, and immediately his ears turned red.

"Amitabha, sin, sin!"

After reciting a few verses in a row, the little monk still had a trace of ripples in his heart, and immediately turned around, not daring to look at the beauty in the folding fan again.

The little monk pressed the woman in red to the bottom of his heart, pointed his hand forward, and introduced: "The three pagodas were built in the early Tang Dynasty, each of which is more than 200 feet high, and is the first of the five treasures of the temple. ”

"Oh, it's the first of the five treasures", Jing Zhou folded his fan and said with a smile: "Please also ask the little master to solve the confusion, what are the five treasures?" ”

The little monk scratched his head in embarrassment, and said: "The little monk has learned very little, he only knows that it is a pagoda Buddhist scripture, and he doesn't know if it's specific." ”

Jing Zhou understood, so he didn't pester the little monk to ask, thinking that this Buddhist scripture should be similar to the Shaolin Yijin Sutra, Tantric Mahamudra, Dragon Elephant Prajna and the like.

Although there are many people in the Duan family in this Tianlong Temple, and most of the monks are accustomed to having a yang finger, this temple that has been inherited for a long time must have its own unique learning.

Although these mastery is good, Jing Zhou is not interested, in the original book, the old monk Kurong practiced Zen Gong, and when he reached the realm of half dry and half glorious, a face is half old like tree bark, half tender like a baby, not only weird, but also scary, even if this exercise is powerful, Jing Zhou is not interested.

Moreover, there are too many secret words in Buddhism's exercises, not people who are proficient in Buddhism, and forcibly cultivating is just asking for hardships, the deeper the cultivation, the greater the hidden dangers, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are excellent examples.

Even if it is Gu Mozhi, although he is proficient in Buddhism, he can practice seventy-two stunts, and he even cultivated the Yijin Sutra in the back, but he does not have the compassion of a monk, he is blindly competitive, and his heart is in conflict with the Buddhist exercises, and in the end, he will inevitably go mad and be sucked away by Duan Yu.

As for the Six-Vein Divine Sword, it must be seen.

This martial art, with a strong internal force to push the sword qi, colorless and invisible, unfortunate, but also has the reputation of "the world's first swordsmanship".

If Duan Yu wasn't ineffective when he wasn't using the Six-Vein Divine Sword, and he couldn't put it away at will, where would he be caught by Gu Mozhi?

I don't know what kind of realm and strength Duan Siping, who pioneered this exercise back then, has reached!

After following the little monk for a long time, he happened to come to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Jing Zhou saw that there was a merit box nearby, so he took out an embroidered bag from his waist, poured out a small handful of golden melon seeds and put it in.

The little monk saw the golden melon seeds, his heart fluttered and fluttered, in the past, there were many dignitaries and nobles who came to donate sesame oil money, but this gold, except for a very small number of people such as the Dali royal family, it is rare to see people donate.

And the melon seeds don't know how to carve them, they are lifelike, and they look like the real thing, which opened his eyes even more, and secretly thought, "This noble son really has a Buddha in his heart."

He couldn't help but say: "Amitabha, the benefactor is kind-hearted, and he is a person with great wisdom, so if you stay in the temple for a few more days, you can listen to the Dharma more." Tomorrow is the day of the master's lecture, and if the donor is convenient, he can just catch up with the lecture. ”

If you really want to sleep, someone will come to send a pillow, Jing Zhou immediately said: "Then there will be Master Lao." ”

After walking around with this little monk for a while, Qingdu Yaotai, the Doumu Palace, the Sanyuan Palace, the Tushi Temple, the Yuhua Courtyard, the Pranyo Terrace, there is no place that is not splendid, and after almost turning around in the Tianlong Temple, Jing Zhou followed the little monk to the guest room.

I don't know if he donated a lot of sesame oil money, and the treatment that Jingzhou received can be said to be on top, even in the guest room, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

He had nothing to do, and it was not convenient for him to practice at this time, so he picked up a pen from the table, took another Buddhist scripture, and immediately copied it.

After all, this is to the temple, with the sesame oil money is a heart, but the inside, not to be ignored, this copy of the book to make a appearance, is the face of the matter.

"Donor, this is a unique Zen tea in this temple."

There was a soft sound in the gatehouse, and the little monk pushed the door in, still holding a tray in his hand, on which a teapot and a teacup were placed.

"It turns out that the donor is copying Buddhist scriptures, this pen and ink, but no one has moved it for a long time."

He put the tea on the table, and said: "The donor is really related to the Buddha, the little monk has received a lot of nobles, the Buddhist scriptures placed in the guest hall, although some people have read it, but like the donor, there are only a few people who copy it personally." ”

Seeing Jingzhou's adjacent table swaying pen and ink, the little monk leaned over.

He first glanced at the folding fan next to the inkstone, and suddenly the shadow appeared in the little monk's mind again, so frightened that he hurriedly turned his head and set his eyes on the Buddhist scriptures copied on the rice paper.

I don't know why, the beauty on the fan seems to have a kind of magic, so that he just glanced at it and was in a trance, if it weren't for the fact that he had eaten fasting and chanted Buddha since he was a child, I am afraid that his soul would have been hooked by the wonderful figure at this time.

"Oh, good writing from the donor!"

"Aha, the little master praised it...