The bell of the painting dragon temple continued to ring, and the monk took Lou Yuancheng, a businessman who returned to Beijing a year ago, through the temple.

It was already evening, and the ordinary pilgrims had already left the temple, and only a few pilgrims who stayed overnight were still in the temple.

Along the way, some monks are simply cleaning the monastery, while others have already started to go to several meditation rooms to prepare for evening services.

Lou Yuancheng is also very religious, and he is also very familiar with the Dragon Temple, and he has not been here for more than a year, but his heart is a lot calmer after seeing these scenes in front of him.

When he walked up the stairs along the side of the mountain, Lou Yuancheng saw a person dressed as an attendant carrying a steaming food box into the distance, and he knew that there must be some dignitaries staying overnight.

The monks only eat breakfast and lunch, and the pilgrims who stay overnight will also fast together with the rules of the temple.

But there are always exceptions, if someone really wants to eat this meal in the evening, the temple will not stop them, and they are allowed to cook in the kitchen, but avoid meat.

And generally make such an exception is mostly high-ranking officials and nobles, approaching the end of the year, such people who come to the Dragon Temple to eat fast and pray for blessings are also common.

"But I don't know which noble in the temple is staying overnight today?"

Lou Yuancheng asked, and the monk shook his head with a smile.

"It's inconvenient for the little monk to say more!"

Lou Yuancheng nodded slightly, although it was inconvenient to say more, but it was equivalent to saying that most of them were relatives of the emperor.

At this time, the monks in the temple are already doing evening classes, and when they pass through these meditation rooms, they can hear the chanting inside, and the voices of the monks are neat and tactful, with a kind of melody that accompanies the scriptures, which is not noisy or noisy in the ears of many people, which is peaceful.

However, after walking more than a dozen steps away from the meditation room, the sound will not be too obvious.

Not long after, under the leadership of the monk Zhike, Lou Yuancheng arrived at the highest and innermost meditation room, which was the meditation room of the old abbot of Hualong Temple.

The old abbot was silently reciting the scriptures in the meditation room, and the monk came first and asked in front of the door.

"Master, Lord Lou is here, saying that he has something important to meet!"

The old abbot slowly opened his eyes.

"Let him in!"

"Yes!"

The monk replied, then took a few steps back, looked at Lou Yuancheng, who was waiting a few steps away, and nodded slightly.

Lou Yuancheng bowed his hand to the monk who knew the guest, then took a few steps forward, patted the dust outside the meditation room, and then opened the door of the meditation room and entered the room.

An oil lamp is an old monk, and then it is Lou Yuancheng who came in alone.

"Lou Yuancheng meets the abbot master!"

The old monk nodded and looked at a futon in front of him.

"Lord Lou, please sit down, I don't know what's important?"

Lou Yuancheng walked to the futon and sat down, recalled all the things in Haiyu County, and recalled the dream in the official road station, and immediately told the abbot.

"Master Abbot, in the autumn, I passed through Beihai County and stayed in Haiyu County for a short time, who knew that there was a strange thing at the stall selling aquatic products, and there was a fisherman's stall selling dragon scales."

The old monk, who had been staring at him, was also slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked up at Lou Yuancheng, but saw that he looked serious and not joking.

Lou saw that the dragon scales looked really special, and he played with them again, and felt that the material was extraordinary, thinking that even if it wasn't a dragon scale, it was a rare thing, so he spent some money to buy the next one. Who knew that night, suddenly there was lightning, thunder, and wind and rain."

A dragon flew to beg for scales in a dream, and woke up from the dream to find that the dragon scales had disappeared and obtained the orb.

Lou Yuancheng explained his experiences to the abbot one by one, and even took out a ball of cloth from his arms at the end, and opened it to reveal a round white bead the size of a dragon's eye inside.

The old abbot looked at the white bead in Lou Yuancheng's hand with wide eyes, as if he could feel a special breath.

And when Lou Yuancheng stretched out his hand, the old abbot also subconsciously took the white beads, and as soon as he started his hand, he was slightly shocked, as if he felt a mighty breath overflowing in his hand.

At this moment, Yu Weng, who had been wandering in the night of Daegu Kyoto, suddenly stopped and looked up slightly in a certain direction, which was the location of the Painted Dragon Temple around the capital.

The synaesthesia in my heart seems to echo with people from afar!

It was also at this moment that the old abbot's spirit was slightly trance-like, and his consciousness was slightly chaotic, as if he had fallen into a dream, as if he had returned to the night when he had only taken over the abbot's position.

Although he became an abbot, on the first day of the evening class alone in the abbot's meditation room, the monk at that time fell asleep.

It seemed like someone was talking in his sleep.

"You are the abbot of the contemporary Hualong Temple? Spiritually good! Be your abbot in the Dragon Temple, and wait for the blood"

"Master, Master Abbot?"

The old abbot was in good spirits, and then he came back to his senses, looked down at the white beads in his hand, and his heart gradually rose.

Thinking about what he had heard, especially when Lou Yuancheng described it in sufficient detail, the words of the dragon in his dream were also repeated.

"My scales, my blood"

The old abbot's voice was relatively low, and his thoughtful words brought out a sense of profundity, and Lou Yuancheng on the side nodded again and again

"Yes, yes, that's pretty much the tone, but the voice came with the wind and thunder, and when I woke up from my dream, the box was intact but the dragon scales were gone, and there was one more bead in it!"

"Originally, Lou Mou wanted to send it to the Dragon Painting Temple after getting the dragon scales, but now that I think about it, I still feel that I want to come and talk to the abbot master!"

Saying that, Lou Yuancheng finally asked the most concerned question.

"Master Abbot, you said that this indicates that someone in my Lou has great luck or a great disaster?"

The old abbot frowned at this time, to tell the truth, thirty years have passed, and no matter how profound and true a dream was, it had long been forgotten.

But at the moment of mental trance, it was as if he had returned to his dream in that short moment.

"The dragon scales are gone?"

"Yes, it's gone, but with this bead, it's worth a lot of money, far more than the cost of my dragon scales, maybe there really is a dragon master in the world, is this a blessing or a curse for me personally?"

The old abbot returned the beads to Lou Yuancheng, and then folded his hands and comforted Lou Yuancheng with a smile.

"Don't worry about Lou don't worry, the so-called to get the beads from the scales, the Buddha means that there are gains and losses, blessings and misfortunes, for you, this bead should be better than the scales, but to avoid disaster, don't sell this thing for small profits in the future!"

Lou Yuancheng still couldn't help but sigh.

"What the master said, I will keep it in mind, but if the scales are still there, whether it is to bring it to the Dragon Temple to the abbot master to see, or to dedicate it to the emperor's relatives, it's a pity!"

The old abbot nodded slightly, Lou Yuancheng still had some thoughts of a merchant philistine, but he wouldn't say anything more.

"Good, thank you Lou Shi for coming to tell me that the old man is going to chant!"

"Well, then I'll retire!"

Lou Yuancheng knew what the abbot meant, so he had to get up and leave.

After Lou Yuancheng left, the old abbot continued to close his eyes and chant the scriptures, calming down and calming down.

It's just that this tranquility doesn't seem to last as long as it used to be, and gradually, the old abbot can't calm down no matter what.

After a long time, the old abbot walked out of the meditation room, and the monks who could not hear the chanting here in the past were particularly clear in the ears of the old monks at this moment.

The monks chanted sutras like singing, and their tones were tactful and the Buddha's voice was bursting, which also made the old monk show a smile.

Although the mountain breeze is cool in winter, but at this moment it is not cold, the old monk wears monk clogs and walks out, until he walks to the side of the mountain to look at the mountain wall, under the moonlight, the dragon body on the mountain wall is faintly seen.

From the perspective of the old abbot, the dragon body is even more mysterious and majestic, as if hiding in the mountains.

The old monk gestured his palm, according to Lou Yuancheng, the size of the dragon scales is slightly larger than the palm of an adult, which seems to be similar to the dragon painting on the mountain body of the Dragon Temple.

Suddenly, the dragon that circled over the mountain turned its head, as if the dragon's body was dancing on the surface of the mountain and turned to look at the old abbot.

In the stunned eyes of the old monk, the dragon's mouth opened and closed and made a sound.

"Little monk, you have to be careful, I'm afraid it will be difficult this time, but you can still protect yourself by abiding by the way of the world! However, it is a catastrophe for my friend, if my friend comes, persuade him not to help me again, persuade him to flee and leave quickly, remember to remember."

"What is the calamity, and how can it be dissuaded?"

The old abbot subconsciously asked, and the painting dragon replied.

"If you say too much, you will lose, you will know what you know, the rivers will flow and the heavens will fall, and you will respect your position when you gather, and my friends will know."

After saying this, the mountain painting dragon writhed again, and returned to the way it had just been.

The old monk stood in place for a long time and couldn't calm down, and he was a little overwhelmed, but he had a hidden realization in his heart, and when he turned around and wanted to go back to the meditation room, he found that the door was closed.

But it was clear that he had just opened the door and came out

The thought just came up, and the next moment was weightless.

"Ho"

The old monk with a slight trembling body woke up from his concentration, and then looked around, the meditation room was quiet and the lights were stable, and he was simply sitting on the futon without moving.

But at this moment, outside the Painting Dragon Temple in the night, a white-haired old man was already standing in front of the mountain gate.

Yu Weng looked up at the big words "Painting Dragon Temple" at the entrance of the temple, and when he raised his eyes, he also saw the dragon body faintly visible on the mountain, and smiled slightly.

Perhaps in the past, there were mountain murals of dragons, and then temples were built, but now it is somewhat blatant to look at it, especially when the Dragon King of the North Sea came ashore.

After a little calculation, Yu Weng opened his mouth slightly, and the dragon ball in the depths of his throat flashed with aura, and then spit out a burst of mist.

Although the fog was thin but spread rapidly, it had already enveloped the painting dragon mountain in a short period of time.

"Sir, can this scare the old dragon?"

Gray Mian, who had already returned to Yu Weng's side, couldn't help but ask, and the latter shook his head.

"If he sees it in front of the temple, eighty percent of it will be unbearable, but he is arrogant and will not travel into the red dust, at least he will not have an immediate induction, but he will find this sooner or later!"

"Oh, but we'll get there first, why don't you go in and have a look?"

"Hey, that's what I mean!"

As he spoke, Yu Weng walked towards the mountain gate of the temple step by step.

At night, the gate of the temple was already closed, but the old man ignored it, and began to knock on the door and scream when he arrived at the door.

"Alas, open the door, open the door, it's cold, let my old man go in and warm up."

(End of chapter)