Next.

After four hours of sleep, Wang Li woke up on time.

After each fixed period of [sleep], it is also the time when Wang Li feels that he is in the best mental and physical state.

After getting up to wash and change clothes, Wang Li and Jingyuan came to the gate of Bailong Temple to say goodbye.

"Don't forget the daily medicated baths and decoctions, so as not to leave hidden dangers." Jingyuan still did not forget to tell before leaving.

Wang carp's jaw head.

"I have divided the Baicao Pill given by Uncle Qingyu into ten portions for you, eat one every three days, don't eat more, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it."

"Okay."

"If you hold my order, you can go to most places in the temple, but don't trespass on the back mountain of Tallinn and the forbidden places everywhere."

"Hmm."

"It's best to stay in the Bamboo Forest Zen Temple, practice swords, read in your spare time, if someone visits, you will tell me the truth, and I can return in ten days at most."

"Okay."

"You ......"

"Pure Fate!!"

Jingyuan has to say again, the old monk with the Dharma name "Qing Delusion" not far behind him has already begun to urge, so he had to sigh softly and gently rub Wang Li's head.

How nice it would be if it were a bald head!

Wang Li raised his eyes: Are you thinking about something impolite?

Jingyuan laughed: "Go back!" ”

Wang Li nodded obediently and watched the two go down the mountain.

From yesterday's words, it can be seen that the two of them are going to subdue the demons, and Wang Li actually wants to see the monsters in this world, mainly to critically take a look at the fox demons and rabbit demons.

But he knew that he was still weak and young, and he was afraid that he would not be able to subdue such a terrible monster for a while.

Let's save it for the future!

When the two backs disappeared into the forest, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

He took out a round token from his bosom, with the word Jingyuan written on one side and a white dragon carved on the other.

White Dragon Temple, at present, the "net" word generation is the mainstay, the net word generation of monks is mostly the person in charge of each hall, the "Qing" word generation is the abbot and the major elders, the number of "true" characters under the net word is the largest, but the entry time is not long, and most of them are concentrating on practicing Buddhism.

Since Wang Li's ascent to the mountain, he has always followed behind Jingyuan and lived in the Bamboo Forest Zen Temple, and now he does not know a few monks who should be with his generation.

With the identity token of the Jingyuan monk, there are indeed few places in this temple where Wang Carp cannot go.

Turning around and entering the temple, the sound of chanting is endless.

At this time, the monks of Bailong Temple were all doing morning classes, and only Wang Lili walked freely.

After worshipping Maitreya Buddha, passing through the front hall, entering the Mahavira Hall. The golden pillar in the hall is held high, the air is cold, and the sandalwood is fragrant.

Shakyamuni Buddha sat on his knees, his golden body was dazzling, and Kasa and Ananda were left and right. Behind the Buddha, there are three major scholars of Guanyin, Manjushri and Fuxian who sit south to north.

On both sides of the main hall, there are other Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and eighteen Arhats, etc., with different faces and lifelike.

The sound of morning class chanting from all over the world came into the Daxiong Treasure Hall and circled the beams endlessly, and being in it, it was inexplicably sacred, and it made people unconsciously want to bow down to it.

Wang Lili smiled and poured incense everywhere, not pious in his heart, but also not a neglect of superstition.

Pure Yuan can train the golden bell jar to make a special effect, then maybe these Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats all have real bodies, since they are objective existences, it is not superstitious.

He is even more guilty of revealing his previous understanding and dislike of Buddhism in order to show his differences.

As far as he knew, the White Dragon Temple itself was good, the monks all farmed, most of them were self-sufficient, and even the Jingyuan monk himself took care of several acres of land in his spare time.

Passing through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there are many temples in the back. He walked straight until he finally came to a large white hall.

Presented in the hall was a young man, dressed in a silver-white dragon robe, with two horns on his head, eyes like gold, and two swords in his hand. On the left, a silver-white dragon; On the right, a white horse steed.

Eight Heavenly Dragons Guangli Bodhisattva.

It is also the origin of the White Dragon Temple.

According to legend, I don't know how many years ago, this eight-part Tianlong Guangli Bodhisattva turned back to the West Sea after cultivating the positive fruit, and saw that the scenery here was prosperous and seemed to have a Buddha's light, so he descended from the sky and preached the scriptures.

At that time, after the converts of Guangli Bodhisattva turned into a white dragon and left, they built a white dragon temple here, which has been passed down to this day after countless years, several ups and downs.

Wang Li, the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea, also gave three sticks of incense to this little white dragon.

Temples are indeed good temples.

If there is no legend of the White Dragon turning into a horse to take the true scriptures in this White Dragon Temple, then let alone this temple, the whole world is excellent.

Turning around and crossing the threshold, Wang Li followed his memory directly to the Scripture Pavilion.

In most temples, the Pavilion of the Scriptures is a top priority, and the White Horse Temple is no exception.

At the entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, an elder monk with the Dharma name Qingchi sits here all the year round.

Without thinking about it, Wang Li directly determined that this Qingchi Elder was a master among the masters.

It is about equal to the sweeping monk in the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon.

So, he held the token of Pure Fate in his hand early, and walked forward quickly under the kind gaze of Elder Qingchi.

"Elder, the disciple wants to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look." As he spoke, he presented the token with both hands.

However, Elder Qingchi turned a blind eye to the token in his hand, and just looked at Wang Li himself with a smile, his gaze was like skin, directly looking into his flesh and bones, and even his heart and soul.

Wang Li was unaware, but he added a [meditation] state to himself as soon as possible, so the pressure, heart weakness, etc. at this time could not shake his heart.

I don't know how many breaths have passed, Elder Qingchi slowly bowed his head, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Good mood, pure fate really has a good karma method." ”

Wang Li raised his head slightly, his eyes were extremely clear.

Seeing this gaze, Elder Qingchi's kindness was even greater, and probably, he also knew that the eyes were the windows of the soul.

waved his hand: "Go in, if you encounter obstacles, don't break in, let alone damage." ”

Wang Li saluted and thanked [sincerely]: "Disciple remember, Elder Xie Qingchi. ”

Elder Qingchi had a smile in his eyes, and his gaze moved with his figure.

He moved inward, unremarkable, only for the gaze behind him was so obvious that it was undisguised.

This Qingchi elder has a great relationship with the Jingyuan monk, and he has long known the difference between Wang Li from the mouth of the Jingyuan, so like the Jingyuan monk, he always wants to pull him to shave the entrance.

What is this?

I've been drenched in the rain myself, and I always want to row someone else's umbrella.

Pushing open the door, Chenguang rushed in one step ahead of him, illuminating the rows of bookshelves in the attic.

Crossing the high threshold, the door closed softly.

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, Elder Qingchi maintained a smile on his face, as if he was planning to make a little joke on Wang Li.

Wang Li breathed a sigh of relief, and just took a step, the extraordinary silence in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion suddenly came, and the dull darkness enveloped his heart for a moment, and before he could react, immediately after, there were endless Sanskrit recitations that poured into his mind without warning.

Some sounds are natural at a certain volume, but if the volume is too loud, it becomes noise.

And at this moment, what poured into Wang Li's mind was an innumerable and very loud noise, which were layered and endlessly intertwined, as if they exploded directly in the depths of his soul, and in an instant, he was dizzy and had a splitting headache.

The steps he took stumbled and Wang Li almost fell forward.

At the last moment, the remaining sanity made a choice in an instant.

[Emptiness].

Suddenly, the intricate and chaotic sounds suddenly subsided, and not only did the volume become comfortable and pleasant, but the overlapping chanting voices also suddenly became more layered.

With an instant clarity in his mind, Wang Li hurriedly stood firm.

The sound of the Buddha was still in his ears, but the pain on his face disappeared, and in its place, it was unprecedented peace and stability.

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, the old monk's smile suddenly stopped.