The pagoda is like a forest, all hanging in the air.

This scene is shocking, and you can't feel it unless you see it in person.

And the majestic main temple that hangs in the air purely by its own material, with no end in sight, subverts Jiang Wang's perception of the temple. Is there such a building in the world?

It is worthy of being the eastern holy land of Buddhism, a place where countless Buddhas chant day and night.

Jiang Wang flew through the Tallinn and went straight to the main temple in the sky.

On the left is the old monk Kujue, and on the right is the pure monk, quite like the two Dharma Protector Vajra. One left and one right, "protected" very tightly.

"Two masters. Jiang Wang thought for a while and said, "Your temple is very spacious, you don't have to get close to it like this." ”

"What nonsense!" the old monk Kujue reprimanded: "You are still young, and you don't know that people in the world are sinister. The big demon wind in this temple is also big, the pond is deep, and there are more kings. Those bald donkeys are all rotten! Our masters and apprentices must unite as one, go hand in hand, work together, and clean up the roots. Sweep away the unhealthy wind, carry forward the Hanging Temple, and become the abbot for the teacher in the future, you will be the next abbot. ”

"Master. The monk heard something wrong: "What about me?"

"Uh......" Kujue then remembered that the last time he painted cakes, he had already promised the position of the next abbot to the net ceremony, so he changed his words and said: "You are older and more sensible." If you are a senior brother, you have to let your junior brother. Jingshen is the next abbot, and you are the next deputy abbot. ”

The monk didn't care much about the abbot being robbed by his junior brother, so that the junior brother was also willing. just scratched his bald head: "But we don't have a deputy abbot in the Hanging Temple." ”

"Pure rites, how did you become so stiff?" the old monk Kujue criticized: "We monks, we must know how to be flexible. The position of deputy abbot was not in the past, and it does not mean that there will be no in the future. ”

"Master is right. Jingli clasped his hands together and was deeply inspired: "It's the disciple who has taken the picture." ”

The two of them chatted back and forth, Jiang Wang was in the middle, and he didn't know what to say at all.

It's not like a conversation that someone in their right mind can have.

Not to mention anything else, coveting the position of the abbot, but also to "clean up the source" and reform the temple system...... Shouldn't such a big matter be discussed in a place where no one is around?

Jiang Wang had a headache.

This bitter old monk is extremely stubborn and full of nonsense. But no matter what he said, the little monk of Jingli was convinced that it was really a pair of masters and apprentices made in heaven.

Jiang Wang became more and more determined to stay away, where did he deserve to join such a suitable master and apprentice?

Fortunately, he was not slow to fly, and he finally landed in front of the main temple of the Hanging Temple before the master and apprentice of the Kujue Pure Rite opened the next topic.

To his surprise, the abbot of the Hanging Temple, Master Bitterness, was waiting in front of the temple.

It was a fat monk with white eyebrows and a sad face.

As soon as I saw him, I felt the impermanence of fate and was worried.

I had never seen him before, but as soon as I saw him, I knew that this person was the abbot of the Hanging Temple, Master Bitterness.

Jiang Wangdao's heart was extremely strong, of course he would not be moved by this little worry, and took the initiative to speak: "Jiang Wang is really frightened when the abbot greets him." ”

The fat monk smiled, but laughing was more worrying and miserable than not laughing: "It's okay. Shi Cai Jiang said outside the mountain gate, "I am here to be entrusted by Master Guanyan?"

"Exactly. ”

The bitter master nodded: "In the jade of my temple, there is indeed the name of Guanyan. He was lost in the secret realm five hundred years ago, and he has no news, so presumably the donor also saw it in the secret realm?"

"Yes. Jiang Wangdao: "I am in the secret realm of the Seven Star Towers of the Dasawa Clan, and I am fortunate to meet Master Guanyan. He ......"

"Wait. The old monk Kujue next to him grabbed him: "The benefits haven't been talked about yet, what are you anxious to say?"

The bitter master looked at the yellow-faced old monk, and couldn't laugh or cry.

At this time, behind Ku Ming, a black-clothed monk with a serious face spoke: "Ku Jue, you can't mess around with anything. ”

"Huh. Ku Jue sneered unceremoniously: "Ku Di, you are the first seat of the Guanshi Academy, and you are also here to teach me?"

The three major courtyards of the Hanging Temple are the Descending Dragon Temple, the Nianhua Temple, and the Guanshi Temple, each of which is not divided into high and low. The first seat of the three courtyards, the status in the temple is only below the abbot.

But in Kujue's mouth, it became a "mere one...... It's like he's already an abbot.

Ordinary people really can't see that he Kujue Master doesn't even have a position in the Hanging Temple.

"I'll let you have less ostomy karma!" Monk Kudi was obviously a serious person, and he couldn't get used to seeing him unruly, so he said with a cold face: "What nonsense did you talk about on the road just now?"

Kujue and Jingli are making a lot of nonsense about the position of the abbot, if they really want to investigate, they can still be investigated.

But Kujue didn't look like he was weak-hearted, but was furious: "Okay, you black rabbit with long ears and no hair, and you eavesdrop on me again!"

Among all the monks present, he was the only one dressed in black, and his voice was shaking angrily: "You dare to make a lot of nonsense, but you don't dare to let people hear it?!"

"Hmph, I advise you to do less bad things in the corner. The old monk Kujue was righteous and awe-inspiring: "Buddhism is supreme, not for you to use to steal chickens and dogs!"

Ku Di was so angry that his voice was sharp: "Who stole chickens and dogs?"

"Huh. Kujue Chengzhu sneered in his chest: "On the evening of July 9, 3814 of the Taoist calendar, you didn't do evening class. Where are the people? You stole and ate other people's Luhua chickens, and now you don't want to admit it? No way!"

"You!" Kudi's chest bulged as if it was about to explode.

Jiang Wang was stunned when he heard it beside him.

July ......, 3814 Good guys, more than a hundred years ago, and still take it out to say.

The bitter master's face was so bitter that it seemed to drip water.

The chicken back then was indeed stolen by bitter truth. But several of them all ate secretly, and Kujue ate the most! But now Kujue is alone and awe-inspiring, as if he has nothing to do with him.

These abbots present, the first seat, no one can stand up and say that it was eaten together by everyone back then.

After all, it's a matter of breaking the vows, and so many disciples are watching it!

In the silence of the audience, Ku Jue had already taken advantage of the victory to pursue: "You chicken thief, bald donkey in the corner, really damage the prestige of my Hanging Temple! I see that the position of the first seat of the Guanshi Temple, you are no longer suitable to do it." ”

"Senior brother in charge. He turned to look at the bitter master with a sincere expression: "I'll take on this responsibility for the time being." Senior brother, don't worry, I don't feel that I am a person who loves power, unlike them who are bitter and sick, and they are reluctant to move their butts when they dominate the first seat. When I find a virtuous man, I will leave office immediately!"

Everyone knows that once he really becomes the first seat of Guanshiyuan, that "virtuous person" will probably not be found for the rest of his life......

Bitterness was furious beside him. Bitter life specially persuaded him, so this time he was silent and did not express his opinion at all, but he didn't expect that this could also be affected, and he suffered in vain.

Suddenly roared angrily: "Why am I reluctant to move my ass? If you can beat me, you can come!"

He was thin and thin, but his voice was as loud as a bell.

The shock made the listeners secretly frightened.

But Kujue felt like he was fine, and he plucked out his ears and faced the bitter master: "Senior brother, take a look, take a look." You're going to fight with me at every turn. I hung the temple and the holy land of Buddhism, and it was reduced to a place of courage and ruthlessness. What is this like?"

He shook his head and choked his wrists, filled with grief and indignation: "The ancestors have built this foundation with a blue thread. I must not have thought that the junior monks would be so angry, right? My heart hurts!"