As the Buddha's horn sounded, a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, followed by a monk in blue and gray.

After the middle-aged monk walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he walked straight towards Daolin.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has realized the Dharma, and the donor has been waiting for a long time." Wufa stood on his chest with one hand and said with a slight bow.

Dowling hurriedly returned the salute.

"I don't know if the donor came from afar, is there anything that needs the help of this temple?" Goho asked.

Dowling nodded, and hurriedly told the monk about quitting drinking.

"Injured by the Great Sun Rulai Palm of the Divine Realm, the Buddha's power caused damage in the body, and it will not go away for a long time..."

"The poor monk can't do anything about this, because the poor monk's cultivation realm is just creation, and he has no ability to resolve the power of the gods and Buddhas. So be it... I will take you to our presiding abbot, whether I want to help you or not depends on the abbot's wishes. Goho said apologetically.

"There's a Master of the Labor Enlightenment!" Dowling panicked at first, and then stabilized.

Wufa waved his hand to dismiss the little monk and personally led Daolin to the backyard.

All the way back, passing through the four halls, four Taiwans, Luohan Hall, Zen room, prison courtyard, Lent Hall, Tibetan scripture building, stele tower, stele pavilion, pavilion, corridor courtyard, group room, release pool, scripture building.

Dowling was shocked by the grandeur of the temple.

Outside the door of the abbot's courtyard, Wufa knocked lightly on the door, and after waiting for a while, Wufa shook his head and said, "The abbot should have gone to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." ”

Located in the last courtyard of the Buddhist temple, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a three-storey attic that is used as a storage of Buddhist scriptures in Xiling Mountain.

When he was still a hundred steps away from the scripture building, Wufa motioned for Daolin to stop and wait, and he walked towards the door of the building alone.

"Enlightenment... You can't just bring outsiders here, don't you forget? An old voice sounded, and an old monk wearing a gray monk's robe and gray monk's hat flashed out from behind a pillar and stopped the Enlightenment.

"Wufa greets Uncle Kongde..."Wufa respectfully saluted the gray-clothed old monk.

"Senior brother is correcting the Buddhist scriptures in the pavilion, let me stay here, and no one is allowed to approach." Monk Kongde said in a deep voice.

"This benefactor is from the Burning Sun Empire of the Zhongshi Continent, and he has something to ask to see the abbot." Wufa hurriedly explained.

"Zhongshi Continent? Even if someone from the Zhongshi Continent has to wait for the senior brother to correct it. Monk Kongde still shook his head and said.

"Kongde... Let him in! "On the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, a soft voice sounded.

Kong De turned his head to look at the window of the Scripture Pavilion on the third floor, and then turned sideways and asked Wufa to take Daolin over.

"Donor, I can only send you here, except for the abbot and the master of the scripture hall, no one else is allowed to enter this scripture building." Gofa explained in a low voice.

"There's Master Lao." After Dao Lin thanked him for his enlightenment, he walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion alone.

The Pavilion is full of quaint atmosphere, and the scriptures exude the unique flavor of time.

There are eight bookshelves on the first floor of the scripture pavilion, and the bookshelves are stacked with Buddhist scriptures, and Daolin reached out and touched it, but he touched a hand of ash, twisted the thickness, and it was certain that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

Going upstairs along the wooden ladder in the corner, the layout of the second floor and the first floor is not much different, and there are also a few bookshelves, Dowling also touched on them, and the thickness of the dust is obviously thinner than the first layer.

"The donor... Come on—" An old call sounded.

Hearing this, Dowling hurriedly tidied up his clothes, and then stepped up to the third floor.

Above the third floor, it is much simpler, and a carpet is cluttered with all kinds of Buddhist scriptures, some open and some closed.

In the center of the scriptures, a wizened old monk was looking at him with a smile.

"Dowling meets the abbot!" Dowling bowed respectfully to the abbot.

"The donor is polite, there are no seats here, feel free..."Abbot Kongdu said with a wave of his hand.

Dowling looked around, but finally chose to stand still.

"Abbot... I'm here for..."

As soon as Dowling spoke, he saw the abbot of the void wave his hand.

"The donor's intention has been known, or the old man has already known that the donor is coming, and has been waiting..."

"Some time ago, the old man in the dark had a feeling in his heart, knowing that a noble man was coming, and the reason for the calculation was to save people..."

Dowling looked at the abbot of Kongdu in shock, this old monk was simply too deep.

"Actually, it's not difficult to save people, you only need to carry a Buddhist bead with you to resolve it..."

Dowling's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Please also ask the abbot to save me!"

"It's easy to say... This is the calamity of the donor's friend, and it is also the fate of the old man, just make good karma! Abbot Kongdu said with a slight smile, and then saw him take a string of Buddhist beads.

Dowling hurriedly stepped forward and took the beads with both hands.

Abbot Kongdu's hand that had been handing out the beads stopped, because he saw the nightmare golden treasure in the palm of Daolin's hand.

"When did the donor get this flower?" Abbot Void asked with a frown.

"There is no sun or moon here, and the exact time is unknown, but it should be a few days." Dowling was silent for a moment.

"The donor really has some means, a few years ago, the disciples in the door had been hit by the disaster of this flower, and within three days they were sucked into a dry corpse, the donor is now in good condition, and when the donor will spend the disaster of this flower, I will give the Buddha beads to the donor..."

Dao Lin's expression suddenly stiffened when he heard this, can he resolve the nightmare Jin Baorui will not say for the time being, it is okay if the time is short, if it is a long time, I don't know if I can hold on to quitting drinking, after all, it has been delayed for a long time on the way here.

"Can you give me the beads first? After I return to the Zhongshi Continent, I will hand it over to others to send it back on my behalf. Dowling's tone was slightly pleading.

"I can't wait... Can't wait... Rushing to achieve results is a void after all... The donor and peace of mind to cross the catastrophe, after the catastrophe, this Buddha bead to the donor is too late. Abbot Vacancy shook his head and said.

Dowling froze in place for a long time, and finally nodded helplessly.

"The donor went to the first floor to find a pure heart Sutra, and with the donor's means, it must not take long to dissolve this nightmare Jin Baorui..."

Dowling nodded, ready to go downstairs to find the Pure Heart Sutra.

"Donor, slowly... In fact, in this temple, there is a nightmare golden treasure, and it is already in full bloom, no one in this temple can dissolve this flower, and staying in the temple is a hidden danger after all..."

"I hope that after the donor resolves his own calamity, he will help the temple to eradicate the trouble," said the abbot of Kongdu, with his hands folded.

"I solved my own problems first, and then I helped your temple deal with it." Dowling nodded and said, Xiling Mountain can give him the treasure of rescuing alcohol, and he should solve the difficulties for Xiling Mountain.

"Find the Pure Heart Sutra, and then let the Dharma enlighten arrange a meditation room for the benefactor to retreat..."

Dowling nodded, turned and walked downstairs.

Back on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Dao Lin looked at the dense scriptures, and his heart was a little confused, there are not two thousand scriptures here, but more than a thousand, and it is a big project to find the Pure Heart Sutra from these scriptures.