The sky was getting darker, and it was still a little cool in the mountains.

Some tourists live directly in the meditation rooms provided for pilgrims and laymen in the Pujing Temple.

After the dusk drum was beaten, the temple came to the sound of the monks' chanting in the evening class, as well as the sound of the wooden fish of the tuk-tuk, accompanied by the sound of the surrounding insects, which was particularly Zen-like.

It is also strange to say that Qingcheng Mountain is a famous Taoist mountain, but a monk temple was built on the branch Qingfeng Mountain.

The fifth brother believes in Buddhism, and he still has a refuge certificate in his hand, so he is a layman.

At this moment, he was kneeling on the futon of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, folding his hands and chanting with the monks.

Lin Yi and the others walked around and basically turned the entire Qingfeng Mountain.

"This place neither hides the wind nor gathers qi, and ordinary Mr. Yin and Yang will never be able to see through the feng shui here."

Qian Sheng has worked hard during this time, and with the old man Bai's order, it can be regarded as a beginner.

"You say, isn't this Zhang Xianzhong full of food? Choose such a place to build a mausoleum.

Since he felt that he didn't have the life of the true dragon emperor, how could he dare to be the emperor? ”

Wang Qiang stepped on a big stone and sighed with emotion.

"It is said that back then, Zhang Xianzhong had the idea of being the emperor, and personally sent someone to Xijing to 'solicit' Li Zicheng's opinion.

Later, they set up their own mountains and proclaimed themselves kings, but they looked down on each other a little, and the contradictions were quite deep.

Zhang Xianzhong came to ask Li Zicheng, it was purely to show off, you are called the emperor on the front foot, and I am also the emperor on the back foot.

At that time, Li Zicheng's military advisor was named Song Xiance, who was a senior in our family, proficient in the art of Kanyu and diagramming, he felt that Zhang Xianzhong was not a real dragon, so he pointed out a place for him to build a mausoleum, and this place is under our feet. ”

After Qian Sheng finished speaking, he raised his foot and stomped on the ground a few times.

"This old Song is definitely not well-intentioned, and pointed out such a broken place, the key is that this Lao Zhang is really a mallet, what 'eight kings', I think he is the 'eight kings'."

"Brother Qiang's words are wrong, his name is Taoguang Yanghui, because in terms of strength and influence, he is not as good as King Li Chuang, if he chooses a dragon vein to build a high-profile project, then the Qing army will definitely set him up as a model and be the first to destroy him.

When he did this, he somewhat meant to put a high hat on King Li Chuang.

If it weren't for the betrayal of his own subordinates, his Daxi regime would definitely sit longer than King Li Chuang's Dashun regime, but unfortunately, this person is not as good as heaven! ”

Qian Sheng put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance, as if he had substituted himself into that time.

This emotion hadn't been brewing for long, and it was immediately interrupted by Bai Lu.

"I said you don't want to look at the Three Kingdoms and shed tears, worry about the ancients, no matter what King Li Chuang, King Zhang, it is important to find the place we are looking for first."

While he was talking, the fifth brother walked out of the Pujing Temple with a smile on his face.

The monk also sent him to the gate of the temple, and then he returned to the temple with his palms folded and closed the mountain gate with his hands.

"What's the matter, Fifth Brother? What's the good thing? ”

"That's of course!" As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, and the whole person instantly radiated.

It seems that he was suffocated in the temple just now.

"The presiding officer of the temple is not here, I chatted with other monks, and I have gained something, so I will tell you about it.

This Pujing Temple in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, was burned down by Zhang Xianzhong, and later requisitioned here, until later there was a monk named Xinzheng who presided over here, little by little the Pujing Temple was operated, and it was just a small temple covering an area of half an acre at the beginning.

Until the Daoguang period, under the auspices of the abbot Master Jianshan, the Pujing Temple suddenly built a large number of buildings, expanding the temple to cover an area of 400 acres. There are five halls in it, 24 patios have been built to face the 24 heavens of Buddhism, and even the halls in the temple have been increased to 365. ”

"Good guy, this old monk seems to have made a windfall! Did Emperor Daoguang's conscience find out and allocate a sum of money to this? ”

As soon as Wang Qiang finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted by Qian Sheng.

"Impossible, Emperor Daoguang himself didn't wipe off all the shit he had, the Boxers were made everywhere, the Eight-Nation Alliance entered the Forbidden City, and the Gengzi of the Great Qing Dynasty paid compensation with interest to compensate foreigners for almost one billion taels of snowflake silver, where did the money come from to build this temple?"

"Could it be that this old monk found the treasure that Zhang Xianzhong hid here? That's a bit of a coincidence! ”

The fifth brother squatted and smoked, laughing without saying a word, and pulled out a thin booklet from behind him.

The bright yellow cover looks like a dozen pages.

Such pamphlets were usually printed at the pilgrims' and laymen's own expense, and placed in the temple for circulation.

Most are based on Buddhist scriptures.

"This is given by the master in the temple, and it is written here that the situation when the temple was repaired, you see."

As he spoke, he handed the booklet to Lin Yi.

As soon as I got my hands on this booklet, it was clearly not the same thing as the ones that are now in print.

The paper is yellowed, the age is a little old, and it is also a vertical typesetting, the kind of stereotyped printing, which records in detail a series of development history of Pujing Temple from the end of the Ming Dynasty after it was burned down.

One of the two most eye-catching contents is the identity of Master Shinzheng who rebuilt the Pufu Temple on the ruins.

His identity was not clearly stated in the booklet, only that he came to Qingfeng Mountain with Zhang Xianzhong's righteous son, Li Dingguo.

Later, he stayed here as a host.

Another is the record of Master Xinjian's rebuilding of Pujing Temple during the Daoguang period:

"Daoguang Gengzi, receive the abbot of Jianshan, and remember the ancestor of the world...... That is, the winter shows the magic, the mountain cracks and the stone comes out, does not work hard to carve, does not bother with luck, and makes good materials to show the famous spots...... Dozens of buildings were added. ”

It means that what Master Jianshan of Pujing Temple did moved heaven and earth, and God made the mountain stone crack, and without carving, it can be picked up to build Pujing Temple.

This kind of content, the credibility is almost zero.

Because even with stone, the main material needed to build a temple is wood.

Where do these things come from? Labor is another big expense, where does this money come from?

"Fifth brother, where did you get this booklet?"

"I'm a layman, tell the masters, and let me take it out, do you have it after reading it? I'm going to give it back after reading it. ”

Having said that, who can say what the specific situation is?

Lin Yi took out his mobile phone, picked up the important content and took a photo, and returned the booklet to the fifth brother.

"It is worthy of being the fifth brother, and it is really the hands and eyes that reach the sky."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Qian Sheng, Qian Sheng nodded, took out two Huazi from his backpack and stuffed them into the fifth brother's bag.

The two shirked it, and the fifth brother finally laughed.

From the contents of this booklet, we can sort out several important clues:

The identity of this Venerable Xinzheng is very suspicious, who is he?

The process of rebuilding this temple is also very strange, and when we look at the stars tonight and find the location of the 'hidden dragon', these problems should be solved.

(End of chapter)