Over the years, Ji Yuan has walked a lot of places, and I have seen some temples, but I have to say that in terms of scale alone, there is no temple in my impression that can be compared with Daliang Temple.

In Ji Yuan's vague line of sight, the Daliang Temple complex in the distance is connected, stretching the line of sight for a short distance, and the towering place should be a building similar to a pagoda.

"When...... While...... When ......"

The bell continues to ring, ordinary people listen to this bell, and there is also a feeling of long Buddha rhyme, and Ji Yuan can listen to the sound of the chanting as if he can faintly hear the chanting sound that comes with the bell.

Under meditation, the sound of the Buddha even briefly overshadowed the hustle and bustle of the surrounding pilgrims and pedestrians, lingering alone in Ji Yuan's ears.

"Yes, this Daliang Temple really has some doorways, it is worthy of being a Buddhist temple that can produce such a high monk as Huitong, although it is not the Dharma field of King Ming, but it is indeed extraordinary!"

Ji Yuan praised in such a low voice, but he didn't expect that in such a noisy environment, he would be heard by a middle-aged man with sensitive ears on the side.

"Mr. is right, this Daliang Temple is a two-hundred-year-old ancient temple, it is the first Buddhist temple in my Tingliang country, Master Huitong is more famous as a monk, and it is also a signboard of Daliang Temple today!"

Ji Yuan can walk without intention or spell, but the breeze blows on his face when he walks, and he swings his head and placket between his sleeves and sideburns, which is by no means comparable to ordinary scholars in cold windows, and he does not have the prestige of officialdom.

Such an extraordinary white-shirted guest walking on the road, in fact, also attracted a lot of attention, there have long been some discerning guesses that this must be a celebrity and gentleman, but for fear of provoking people, most of them just look a few more times and will not pay too much attention.

And this man is the one who is relatively close, seeing Ji Yuan's gaze sweeping over, the man slightly arched his hand as he walked.

"Listen to Mr. Listen's accent is round, but it's from near Nanshan Mansion?"

In Tingliang Guoguan's dialect refers to Nanshan Mansion, that is, those near Tingqiu Mountain, which is recognized as the most correct and accurate pronunciation language in the country, although it is very popular to learn that way of speaking, but unfortunately, although most places in Tingliang Kingdom have similar languages, but the local accents are very strong, and it is difficult for people who are not really south to speak so standardly.

Ji Yuan saw that although this person was wearing a wide robe, he had round nail arms wrapped around his wrists, and his steps were not long or short, and he was very powerful.

Ji Yuan also kept walking and bowed back slightly, shook his head and smiled.

"The contemptible people are not from Nanshan Mansion or Tingliang people, but are Dazhen people, who have long heard the reputation of Daliang Temple, and they have come to visit today. ”

When the man heard that Ji Yuan was actually a great man, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked up and down at Ji Yuan and then left and right, confirming that he was just alone, and introduced himself with his fists.

"It turned out to be a merry man from Da Zhenlai, disrespectful and disrespectful, in the lower iron wind, the iron of gold and iron, the wind of the storm, the people of Tingliang Kyoto!"

"Count fate, count the fate of thousands of miles in your heart. ”

Ji Yuan responded briefly, looking towards the Daliang Temple in front of him, less than a hundred steps away, there were many stalls outside the temple, and there were even many people building shantytowns, as if it had become a market outside the temple.

Tie Feng was obviously very curious about Dazhen's place so far away, and after the set was almost familiar, he walked together with Ji Yuan, talking and laughing.

They are all measured people, chatting with each other are also on the surface, and do not explore anything deeply, talk more about the customs of their respective hometowns, Tie Feng also introduced the situation of Daliang Temple for Ji Yuan, from several stupas inside to the temple, which monks are there, and when there will be monks to give lectures and do not pull down.

When passing by the market in front of the temple, Tie Feng bought a small bundle of incense, but Ji Yuan did not buy any incense and candles, which in Tie Feng's opinion, it may be that this Dazhen scribe should not believe in ghosts, gods and immortals.

Compared with the bustle of the outside market, although the temple is also bustling with pilgrims, it is obviously much quieter and orderly, and there are very few people who make loud noises, and there are also monks who solve the problems of pilgrims all over the temple.

If you get lost and can't find an exit or can't find a latrine, what temple you want to go to, what monks you want to meet, and what behaviors violate the temple taboos, there will be monks to help or stop them.

The liveliness of Daliang Temple can be seen from this.

"Hehe, Mr. Ji, Daliang Temple is not bad, Dazhen has a similar famous temple?"

After entering the temple, Tie Feng saw that Ji Yuan was looking forward to it, and he stopped and paused from time to time, and he also had a little pride in his heart.

"Hehe, Dazhen does not have a temple of this scale, according to what Ji has seen, this Daliang Temple is not only the first temple in your Tingliang country, but also the first temple in the land of Tingliang, Zuyue and Dazhen. ”

"Oh, sir, have you been to Zuyue?"

Tie Feng was even more curious, and to be able to say that, it must not be just a random way to pass by.

"Well, I've been there, except for a few places over there, it's a poor livelihood!"

Ji Yuan looked at the prosperity here, and then thought of the situation in Zuyue Kingdom, and couldn't help sighing.

The two followed a group of pilgrims to the front of the Ming King Hall in the temple, Tie Feng was about to go in to offer incense, but after walking a few steps, he found that Ji Yuan did not follow, turned his head to look, and found that Ji Yuan did not step forward.

"Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"

Ji Yuan bowed his hand slightly.

"Brother Tie went to the incense to worship the Buddha, Ji Mou didn't go in to worship King Ming, there happened to be an old man in this Daliang Temple, you and I will part ways. ”

"It's so sudden, I still want to invite Mr. Ji to come to me as a guest in Tiejia Beppu......"

Tie Feng was very speculative, and he also realized that he was a truly knowledgeable and talented gentleman in front of him, and he didn't want to just leave it alone.

"Otherwise, Mr. Ji will worship King Ming with me first, and then I will accompany Mr. to find the old man?

Ji Yuan smiled and waved his hand.

"No, no, it may be a little inconvenient, as for the ...... of King Baiming"

Ji Yuan looked at the majestic Ming King Palace, and through the wide open hall door, he could see the huge statue of the Ming King with the Buddha's handprint inside.

"Hehe, forget it!"

Arching his hand again, Ji Yuan nodded towards Tie Feng, then turned and strode away in the other direction, without any hesitation.

Tie Feng looked at the steps of the main hall for a while, hesitated for a moment, and finally continued to enter the Ming King Palace, after all, Mr. Ji said bluntly that it was inconvenient.

After communicating with Tie Feng before, Ji Yuan already knew that most of the senior monks of Daliang Temple practiced in the inner courtyard, and Huitong was no exception, so the direction was still very clear.

Walking all the way north around the various buildings of the temple, and finally came to an arch of the courtyard wall, but there was actually a horse-drawn carriage parked here, you must know that no matter what the identity is, the other pilgrims have to get off the carriage outside the temple and then enter, this carriage actually drove directly into the depths of the temple.

However, I didn't think much about this kind of thing, and walked towards the arch, where there was a sign that read "Pilgrims Stop", and there were two sturdy monks.

Seeing Ji Yuan coming, one of the monks shouted a Buddha horn and stretched out his hand to block the arch.

"Good Daming King Buddha, donor, in front of me is the backyard of my temple, there are also monks practicing meditation, it is inconvenient for pilgrims to go. ”

Ji Yuan returned the gift.

"I'm not a pilgrim, and I won't break in, but I'm here for my friends, so please take the trouble to inform Master Huitong, and say that Ji Yuan is coming, and he will meet me. ”

Although Tie Fengkou said that Master Huitong was definitely not in the temple before, at such a close distance, whether it was the induction of the chess pieces or the calculation, it pointed out that Huitong was in the Daliang Temple.

"Well, this donor, Uncle Huitong, he is not ......"

"This master, the monks don't speak, please let me know. ”

Ji Yuan stood there indifferently, and a gentle and fresh air swirled between the words, making the two monks subconsciously more willing to believe him, and they didn't say any more, and after glancing at each other, the other monk said.

"Then please wait a while, I will go to the backyard immediately to report, if the uncle refuses to see it, please don't be annoyed. ”

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan responded, watching one of the monks leave in a hurry.

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In a separate monk's hall in the inner courtyard of Daliang Temple, monk Huitong lowered his head and folded his hands, sat on the futon and kept chanting in a low voice.

In front of him was a low table, on which was placed a small incense burner lit with sandalwood, a plate of fruit, a teapot and a tea set, and a few plates of pastries.

On the opposite side of the low case, a peach-colored shirt wearing a beaded hairpin was also sitting there, leaning forward slightly, supporting his calves with his arms, just watching Monk Huitong chanting scriptures.

The chanting continued for a while before stopping.

"Master Huitong, I still can't learn this Buddha Seal Sutra. ”

When the woman said this, Monk Huitong had no choice but to sigh and continue to chant the scriptures from the beginning.

At this time, outside the monk's hall, a sturdy monk hurriedly walked over, but before he could get close, he was stopped by a female official who stretched out his hand.

"Stop, don't pass!"

The monk's face was strange, obviously he was a monk of Daliang Temple, but he was stopped by an outsider, but he also knew the severity and understood that this person could not be provoked, so he said truthfully.

"This benefactor, there is a visit from Uncle Huitong's deceased outside, and I need to report it. ”

"Who is the old man, I'll help you tell you!"

"Well, the donor's name is Ji Yuan, and when he hears the name, Uncle Shi will see him. ”

The female officer repeated the repetition and asked again.

"Which counts which fate?"

"Well, this, the little monk doesn't know. ”

"It's so unreliable! Wait, I'll report it!"

"Yes, yes, it's hard work......"

The female officer nodded, turned and walked towards the monk's position, and in a few steps she had reached the door.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"What's the matter?"

"Miss, a monk said that someone who claimed to be the deceased of Master Huitong came to visit the master, named Ji Yuan. ”

Before the woman could say the next word, she saw the monk Huitong, who was originally chanting the scriptures, suddenly raised her head.

"Mr. Ji?"

Monk Huitong's voice was surprised, but his heart was joyful, Mr. came at such a time!