Compared with the temples in Kaifeng Yingtian in the Central Plains, this Guanyin temple is built according to the mountain, it is a lot smaller, but there is no lack of all kinds of incense people come to worship, Zhu Tang and the two people climb the stone steps along the red wall, enter the temple, only to see that the big male treasure hall is in front of them. Although the name of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is Daxiong, it is small and exquisite, Zhu Wenyu once visited the first ancient temple in the Central Plains, Songshan Shaolin Temple, how can he put this small temple in his eyes? It's just that this hall is backed by green mountains, the grass is green in early spring, and the branches and leaves are green when it is foggy.

Outside the hall of the great male treasure is the blue brick stone steps, there is an ancient pine in the courtyard under the steps, it is rumored that there has been more than 100 years of wind and frost, there is a huge incense burner under the pine, it seems to be cast in bronze, the huge hearth has been filled with incense ash, there are still countless incense sticks, long or short, the cigarette smoke is swirling, there are dozens of incense people in front of the furnace and worship respectfully.

"Let's go, Yun'er, go over there and sit down." Zhu Wenyu saw that there was an ancient Buddha pavilion over there, so he called Tang Yundao.

"No, you are not allowed to sit, you have to walk around with me." Tang Yun pouted.

"Haven't you been here before?"

"Once you've been here, you can't turn around again? I'm going to turn around, and you have to accompany me!" Tang Yun dragged Zhu Wenyu away unreasonably, and Zhu Wenyu shook his head helplessly, "My aunt and grandmother are difficult enough." He frowned again and was dragged towards the Fuxian Palace.

In fact, this Tang Yun doesn't have to take a closer look at this Guanyin Temple, but the lover is on the side, if he doesn't occasionally play a little scoundrel, it seems that he has lost this interest, looking at Zhu Wenyu's helpless face, Tang Yun couldn't help but secretly snicker in his heart, the lover is so accommodating himself, it really makes Tang Yun's heart full of honey, as for what scenery to see in this Guanyin Temple, it doesn't matter.

It was easy to turn around in this Guanyin Temple, eat a few pieces of vegetarian snacks in the temple, and Tang Yun also gave a few copper coins, and finally agreed to go back. Zhu Wenyu breathed a long sigh of relief, and did not wait for Tang Yun to regret it, and already led the way towards the outside of the temple.

As soon as he walked to the door of this Guanyin Temple, he had heard a noisy quarrel, Zhu Wenyu stopped to look, and saw a few people arguing with the monks of Guanyin Temple on duty, as if one party wanted to enter and the other party would not let go. To Zhu Wenyu's surprise, the few people who wanted to enter the Guanyin Temple were dressed in black, red and yellow, wearing cockscomb hats, and they were actually several Tibetan lamas.

This Tantra is actually a branch of Tibetan Buddhism, which evolved after Buddhism was introduced to the Western Regions, and its monks are called lamas, and its teachings are also divided into several schools, such as white religion, flower religion, red religion, yellow religion, Lamaism, etc., but the Central Plains are generally called Lamaism, and the title of monks in Tibetan Buddhism is just called Lama. Lamaism also has autobiographical martial arts, a unique school, quite successful, among which the "mudra" kung fu is known to the Central Plains martial arts, because the Buddhism it preaches is very different from the Central Plains, quite mysterious and difficult to understand, the people in the martial arts will be these Tibetan Buddhists who are good at "mudras" are collectively called Tantra. The lamas in front of them who were arguing with the monks on duty in front of the Guanyin Temple were naturally the monks of Lamaism, and as for whether they could do martial arts, they couldn't tell the difference.

Zhu Wenyu also saw a few Western Regions lamas who came to worship the great tomorrow in the capital, and felt very novel at that time, and some guards told him that it was a monk of the Western Regions Tantric Sect, and later heard that the Western Regions Lamaism was established as the state religion in the former Yuan Dynasty, when the former Yuan ruled the Central Plains, although the Central Plains Buddhism was very different from it, the people of the Central Plains were not easy to accept this Lama Buddhism, but Lamaism was very popular in Mongolia, adding many temples, but the Central Plains has always had very few lama temples, and these Western Regions lamas are rarely to the Central Plains, At most, he only came to the capital to worship the Son of Heaven to show his courtiers.

However, this Sichuan is connected with Tibet, there are often lamas walking around in the Sichuan realm, Zhu Wenyu enters Sichuan from Henan, first to Bazhong, and then to Chengdu, Danling, Leshan, at this time to Chongqing, although the road is not always seen Lama dressed people, but also seen several times, not novel, but today such a lama and the monks of the Central Plains temple argued, it is rare, Zhu Wenyu came interested, and pulled Tang Yun to go over to see the lively.

"Why can't we get in if others can get in?" A tall lama shouted, it was actually an official dialect, and when this Tibetan lama came to the Central Plains, the first thing he learned was this official dialect.

"Amitabha, you are a Buddhist family in the Western Regions, we are a Buddhist family in the Central Plains, with the same root and different branches, not only the teachings are very different, but the gods you worship are not the same, what is the benefit of waiting to enter the temple?" That's worth sweeping the monk's way.

"Can't I wait to enter the temple to find the abbot monk to study Buddhism?"

"You wait for a few menacing people who are forced to break in without waiting for a notice, how do you look like people who are studying Buddhism? In the quiet place of Buddhism, it is still taboo to quarrel with strong fighting spirit, not to mention that there are many incense disciples in the temple, men, women and children are all Bazhou people, if they are frightened, is it not a sin? If you want to come here, you don't want to wait for the Buddha, right? Amitabha. "The monk on duty took a broom in his hand, bowed with one hand, and said that he would not let the lamas in.

At this time, there were more and more people gathered in front of the mountain gate, and they formed a circle, all watching the two sides arguing.

"What are you talking about, monk? The ordinary people of your monastery can enter, so why can't we enter if they can enter? Get in the way again, watch out for your bald donkey's life!" Only to hear a rough voice sound. Zhu Wenyu followed the sound, but it was a man in his forties and fifties with a long beard, wearing a fur hat, the brim of the hat showed a little fluff, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

If it is in the former Yuan Dynasty, the people of the world are divided into three, six, nine and so on, the Han people in the Central Plains were the last generation, and when they encounter this kind of Mongolian-looking person, they can only dodge and escape, if they cause a dispute with him, the Yuan Dynasty government will hold it, and the Han people will be sentenced to grievance without asking about the indiscriminate situation, and the light will be hit by dozens of big boards, and the heavy punishment will be killed, the Yuan Dynasty has more than 90 years, and there are countless such things, and the local people are holding their stomachs in their hearts, and the resentment of the Mongolian people is still better than the people of other Western Regions. The Houchuan realm returned to the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and the Han Dynasty suppressed Mongolia, and the arrogance of the people in the Western Regions was much lower, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief for the people of the Central Plains. At this time, when the onlookers saw that the man in Mongolian costume was making a noise, not only did he speak disrespectfully, but he also cursed people, so they swarmed up and made a noise, accusing the Mongolian and those lamas of being wrong, and not allowing them to enter the Guanyin Temple.

The Mongolian man saw that everyone did not listen to the distinction, became anxious, and pushed on the shoulder of the monk on duty, the man was vigorously heavy, and the monk on duty had obviously not practiced martial arts, but was pushed back a few big steps by the man, and one was unstable, and he fell in front of the gate of the Guanyin Temple in front of the mountain, just knocking his hand on the stone steps, rubbing out a bloody mouth, and the blood had flowed out.

The onlookers were even more angry when they saw this, and they made a lot of noise, the front stepped a few steps, the back rushed forward, and a few boring street thugs screamed and pushed forward, and at once surrounded the Mongol and those lamas.

"What are you doing? What's the matter with you? The Mongolian saw that the crowd was surrounded, showing a trace of panic, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to push, but unexpectedly used too much force, and pushed the crowd away, six or seven people were pushed to the ground, and the nearest middle-aged man fell to the ground with a painful color, stroking his arm and crying out in pain, but there was no blood flowing out. When the people saw that he was vicious, they all dispersed with a cry.

The man dressed in Mongolian clothes saw that he was in trouble, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he stood for a while, and suddenly came to his senses, and turned his feet and walked down the mountain.

Zhu Tang and the others pushed aside the crowd and squeezed over, Tang Yun looked down at the middle-aged pilgrim who fell to the ground, took a look, looked back at Zhu Wenyu and said, "The arm bone is broken." Zhu Wenyu grabbed a few steps and shouted at the Mongolian man who was about to leave: "Do you want to run away if you hurt someone?" ”

The man in Mongolian attire stood abruptly and turned around and said, "Blind your dog's eyes!" They did it first, didn't you see? What the hell is going on with me?!"

"They are just ordinary people, you have martial arts, don't you know the severity? If you hurt someone, do you still have to quibble? Do you want to hurt people by exporting? Zhu Wenyu was slightly angry, and said with a straight face, he had already seen that the man was armed with martial arts, and the moment he pushed it out, he had already used Mongolian wrestling techniques, and his hands were strong, where could ordinary people withstand it, and his arm bones were broken in one fell swoop.

The Mongolian man's eyes were fierce, he didn't know what to say for a while, he thought about it for a while, and thought that it was really not good to be too rude in this public, so he took out a piece of loose silver from his arms, threw it over, glared at Zhu Wenyu, and shouted: "You wait!" Turning around and hurriing away, several lamas behind him also hurriedly followed. Zhu Wenyu copied his hand, just caught the silver, walked back, saw that Tang Yun had connected the pilgrim's broken arm, drew a few bamboo branches on the broom of the monk on duty and cut them with a sword, and tore his handkerchief into strips of cloth and tied them.

Zhu Wenyu handed the silver to the pilgrim and said, "Go back and recuperate well, don't move your arms, don't use force, and remove the bamboo branches in a month." ”

"Yes, yes, thank you, Miss."

"Don't be so reckless in the future." Tang Yun said beside him.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Miss, thank you, Childe." The man nodded.

"Brother Yu, let's go." Tang Yun stood up and said.

Zhu Wenyu nodded, and walked down the mountain side by side with Tang Yun.