The three of them followed the little novice, bypassed the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and walked to the back of the Dalun Temple. There were no pilgrims along the way, and it was very quiet, except for the occasional sound of a few bells and the sound of monks chanting. This western Xinjiang city because of the proximity to the flame mountain, is also very warm, the big wheel temple planted a lot of lush forests and bamboo, strange flowers and plants, now they are competing for the green, pleasing to the eye.

The three of them couldn't imagine that there was such a quiet place behind the temple, and they couldn't help but be open-minded.

After walking for tea, the little novice pointed to a two-story building in front of him with his hand and said, "It's already here, the donors will go by themselves, and the little monk has retired." Then he turned around and walked back and forth. The three of them hurriedly thanked them.

Du Wu looked at this small building, only to see that the building is about ten zhang high, of which the lower floor is six zhang, the upper floor is four zhang, the lower is large and the upper is small, as if the shape of a pagoda. There is a plaque of vermilion lacquer above the gate, and there are three gold lacquer characters on the book "Chanting Building". Zhumen wooden windows, carved beams and paintings, delicate very. It is not like the architectural style of the Western Xinjiang Kingdom, but it is like the common pavilions in the temples of Zhongzhou.

At this time, a kind voice came from the building: "Three donors, please come in." Only then did the three of them climb the stairs and enter the chanting building.

Entering the building, the three of them found that the furnishings on this floor were very simple, only a small table in the center of the room, and a few futons were placed next to it. At this moment, the Master of Compassion was sitting cross-legged on one of the futons, smiling at them.

Seeing the three approaching, the Master of Compassion motioned for them to sit down on the futon as well. Then he poured tea for the three of them himself.

Du Wu looked around the room and found that the four walls were empty, without any decoration, only a large Buddha character on the back wall.

The Master of Compassion said, "Three donors, please use tea first, you must have a lot of doubts in your hearts, right?"

Ruyixin said that it was so powerful, and he actually made the first move. Pretending to pick up the teacup and sniffing it, it turned out to be the rare best green tea in Western Xinjiang "Ning Bicui Yu", which is his favorite tea, only to see this tea slowly unfolded in the teacup, like a piece of emerald green feathers, slowly floating and rotating, extremely good-looking. Ruyi couldn't help but take a sip and couldn't help but praise: "Good tea!"

The master of compassion smiled and said: "I can't imagine that the Ruyi girl is also a good tea person, this tea is the most famous one in Zhongzhou, it is the abbot here who asked someone to buy it from Zhongzhou, because he knows that the old monk only loves this tea." The abbot is wrong to love, and the old monk is ashamed. This tea is the new tea of Qingming this year, so you might as well taste it. ”

The three of them all picked up the teacup and took a few sips, and sure enough, it was fragrant, sweet in the mouth, and felt refreshed after drinking.

Du Wu had a straight temperament, couldn't hold back in his heart, and asked: "Master, when you were doing your gong to treat the people's illness just now, our sisters were also in the crowd, why do we feel that there is a suction force in your skill, absorbing our vitality and essence? Is this the Buddha's light shining exercise?"

The Master of Compassion smiled slightly and said, "When the old monk was doing his work just now, he felt that there were three masters in the crowd, and he resisted the old monk's exercises. I already know that the three of you have arrived. Do you think that the old monk's kung fu is very evil, not like the authentic kung fu of Buddhism?"

Seeing that the three of them didn't speak, the old monk knew that he was right. sighed, and said: "You feel right, that suction is indeed not the Buddha's light shining in the Buddha Gate, but an extremely powerful exercise in the Demon Gate, called - Heavenly Demon Swallowing the Sun." ”

When the three of them saw that the old monk was so direct, they were all a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to answer.

I only heard the Master of Compassion continue: "The three donors don't know that although the poor monks use the exercises of the evil sect, they are doing decent things, and you have to listen to me slowly about the specific situation." ”