"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit......"

I can memorize that old set of rhetoric and incantations with Pang Guang.

I almost spoke in unison with Pang Guang.

"Lord Hades, manifest soon. The people in the yang world died in the netherworld, and the karma of the previous life was not paid off. Send you a handful of rice today, and the Yellow River will flow backwards and retrograde............"

I only heard Pang Guang shouting.

"Xiao and Wu hurry up on me, hurry up on me!"

And then......

Await......

Ten minutes passed......

Pang Guang opened his eyes......

I was in a wheelchair and was unresponsive.

"The soul of the lawyer has not been recruited?" I'm used to it.

"Hmm!" Pang Guang's expression was aggrieved like a child!

"What's the matter? I'm not Alzheimer's! Ask Mi for such a shallow ability, why don't I know it! ”

Pang Guang was aggrieved, pouting, cross-legged, frowning, and drinking water.

I thought to myself for a moment.

"Uncle Pang, I don't think it's up to you! Perhaps, the souls of those who died are no longer alive!

I think it all has something to do with the Huanghuali bookshelf.

Think about it, the black gadgets we saw that night that got into the bookshelf, he secretly ate pills, secretly ate mountain red, secretly ate pig ears, and secretly ate chicken legs, will he also steal ghosts? ”

"Ghost eater?" Pang Guang was shocked.

"Oops! If that little guy can even eat ghosts, it's amazing! We can't do it! ”

I said. "You still need to tie the bell to the bell, didn't Wen Muya tell us that this Huanghuali bookshelf was wanted to be asked for by his father from the Fa'an Temple in Liangshan!

It's really not possible, let's also go up the mountain and go to Fa'an Temple to have a look, maybe we can find the true origin of this Huanghuali bookshelf in the temple. ”

Pang Guang and I are both anxious, just do what you say!

It just so happens that the business of the longevity shop has been good recently, and the two of us are not short of money. It's the equivalent of giving ourselves a big day off.

Early the next morning, Pang Guang and I took a few sticks of incense in the longevity shop, taking advantage of the fact that the sky was still not bright and the sun was weak. Pang Guang carried me on his back and ran directly through Liangshan.

Although it is very close to Dongcheng City, due to my physical condition, I have never been to this temple.

This Fa'an Temple is said to be in the last years of the Sui Dynasty, there was a monk named Fa'an Master who traveled here. He saw Jingliang Mountain near Dongcheng City, the mountain was towering into the clouds, and it was quite beautiful. He built a temple here to teach the world the essence of Buddhism.

Since ancient times, I have always respected Buddhism.

Pang Guang carried me on my back for three hours to climb the mountain, and finally came to the top of the mountain, in front of Fa'an Temple.

Although this Fa'an Temple was founded in the Sui Dynasty, it was renovated after the establishment of the new society, so it looks quite majestic.

The layout of the whole temple is still relatively traditional, observing the ritual system, and symmetrical beauty. Many plantain are planted in the temple, and the steps of the stairs are carved with honeysuckle patterns.

Honeysuckle has always been called the Buddha flower, and the whole temple looks very elegant.

After entering the mountain gate of the temple, there are three gates, the empty gate, the non-phase gate, and the non-making gate.

The mountain gate goes inside, the first hall is the Tianwang Palace, there is the main hall behind, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the left hand side is the bell and drum tower, the right hand side is the Dharma Hall, the Buddha Temple, etc.

The abbot of Ho'an Temple is called Master Myoka.

Pang Guang and I found Master Miaokong, and he was really much younger than the two of us thought. In my impression, the abbots and monks of Buddhism are all kind of old men with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, nine-point ring scars on their heads, and white beards and white eyebrows.

But this Miaokong Master is at most thirty-eight or nineteen years old this year. It seems to be polite and very cultured.

Oh, yes! I remember reading a news that the monks in the temple must have at least a bachelor's degree! It is even more remarkable to be able to be an abbot master, at least not to graduate with a master's degree.

Pang Guang and I explained my intentions to the Master of the Wonderful Sky.

Master Miaokong has a very kind temperament, and I heard that we are here for Wen Zhengru's bookshelf, and he is also very enthusiastic about me and Pang Guang.

"Two donors, the Huanghuali bookshelf is indeed from this temple. The poor monk only knew that this bookshelf had been placed in the Buddha's hall for many years, and it was full of scriptures. As for the true origin of this bookshelf, although the poor monks do not know very well, there is a scripture pavilion in our temple......"

The words of Master Myokora have not yet been spoken. Pang Guang's only remaining right eyeball was already shining.

"What? The Pavilion of the Scriptures? Is there any secret treasure in it? Is there any other cheats for light work? ”

This Pang Guang, as soon as he heard about kung fu skills, we Taoists and Buddhists all wanted to learn it.

When Master Miaokong heard this, he couldn't help but smile lightly.

Master Pang Shi laughed! The Tibetan scripture pavilion of this temple does not have a yang finger in it, there is no light work cheats, and there is no Yijin Sutra.

However, there are many handwritten biographies of the abbots of the temple, which are diaries in today's parlance.

Perhaps, in those biographical accounts, you can find the origin of this Huanghuali bookshelf. ”

The life of the abbot of the past generations sounds quite interesting!

Master Miaokong asked the disciples in the temple to prepare a meal for Pang Guang and me, and after eating, Master Miaokong smiled at me and Pang Guang.

"Two donors. The poor monk brought you to the door of this scripture pavilion. The rest of the way is up to you! ”

Master Myoka, this means that he has something to do! I first thanked the master, and then raised my hand to send the master.

It wasn't until Pang Guang and I entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that we saw the book by book, stacks of life memoirs of the abbots of the past dynasties. I realized in my heart that Master Miaokong had something to do, and he obviously left me and Pang Guang and ran away!

Pang Guang looked at the diary in front of him, which was comparable to the height of a small mountain.

"Huh! These dead bald donkeys are quite able to live in vain, this is a diary every day! How can you stir up so many words! ”

I said, "I will reflect on my body three times a day, and I will repent of my life and wake up myself." This is indeed a good way to practice monasticism. ”

I advised Pang Guang.

"Come on! Sensei complains! Let's take a good look at them one by one, maybe there are really light cheats in it! ”

Light work cheats, these words are naturally to coax Pang Guang. But after all, there are so many idle notepads, I can't be left alone!

Lao Pang and I spent almost a whole day and night, and my eyes, looking at those dense words, became sour and astringent, as if soaked in an old vinegar vat.

Pang Guang flipped through a page of his diary and muttered a complaint.

"Help me!"

"Oh my God!"

"Eight lifetimes of blood mold!"

"Someone's life!"

"I don't want to live!"

……