After the stele tower of the main gate of the hanging temple, there is a small open space, there are stone piers and wooden chairs scattered on both sides for people to rest, there is a pavilion in the middle, a stone stele is placed inside, the stele is eight feet high, the upper cockroach, the lower stele, the overall height is about zhang more, the stele is engraved with the Diamond Sutra of the official scripture body, the font is heavy, the form is solemn, this stele was originally placed in the open air, the stele has been eroded by wind and rain for many years, some handwriting has become mottled and unclear.

The most eye-catching is also the stone beast under the stele, the shape is similar to the turtle, can bear the weight, for the six sons of the dragon, also called the hegemony, the system is simple and simple, the form and spirit are both, because it is often used by the believers on the mountain as a rui beast to pray for blessings, the days are long, except for the light color of the turtle's back, the rest of the parts are touched by the black light faintly glowing with gold and stone luster, looking a little weird and absurd.

It is already sunset, the daytime like weaving travelers and believers disperse early, occasionally passing by the travelers who covet the scenery in the mountains, and insist on not using their families to support the hobbling old believers, in the twilight and dreak, when the mountain wind gusts, listen to the chirping of birds, do not hear the noise of people, here the world is rarely quiet.

From the mountain came a monk and a layman two teenagers, the layman has an outgoing temperament, his demeanor is jumpy, his sleeves are swaggering when he walks, and he is barefoot with a pair of clogs, and the wood and stone are clattering.

Another novice was dressed up, gentle and kind, smiling at the corners of his mouth, and speaking softly, but he could always make witty words in the eye, which caused the hearty young man's laughter to shake the forest.

When I got closer, it was the two young men who were grilling fish by the pond in the forest. It's just that the yellow dog next to him is gone.

The layman who has washed the smoke and dust on his face is handsome, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, and he is not a native of the town, and his name is Lin Xi.

Three years ago, he and his father came to Fojiao Town, it is said that there was a disaster in the original township, and he had to leave his hometown to come here, but fortunately, he had a family tradition of wine-making skills, and the father and son set up a stall to sell wine for a living.

As the saying goes, the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and Father Lin's business is getting bigger and bigger, and in a few years, the Lin family has become the owner of the most prosperous Xinghuacun restaurant in the town.

His father Lin Xuan is pure and simple, since the Lin family is developed, he often helps the lonely and widowed in the township, and has a good reputation in the town.

Which little monk around him is called Zhixiang, who is also ill-fated, orphaned at an early age, lonely and helpless by Master Zhifan, grateful for his hard life, so he took it to the mountain to raise it by his side.

Due to fate, the little monk with a deep source of blessing was favored by the ancestor of Wuxiang, saying that he had deep roots in wisdom, had great virtues, and was very fond of it, so he accepted him as a disciple who entered the room and closed the door, and gave him the Dharma name Zhixiang, and personally taught the Dharma in front of him.

Zhixiang is young, but he has been practicing Buddhism by the side of Master Wuxiang for many years, and Buddhism is advancing day by day. He once spoke on behalf of the teacher at the Buddhist event Yu Lan Festival at the age of drooping, and his talent was quick and unparalleled, and he was famous all over the world for a time, and became famous when he was young.

Zhen Xuan and Zhixiang two years ago by chance met in the back mountain, when the day was raining heavily, the two of them hid under the eaves of the rain pavilion, they were the same age to talk, although one is a layman but in the Buddhist allusions and quite insightful, the other is a Buddhist but in the human feelings to practice transparent and unrestrained, so the same childhood unfortunate and like-minded two people hit it off at first sight, often meet together, the relationship is day by day, and each other is a confidant.

On this day, the two of them played together in the back mountain, because Zhenxuan snooze for some hours, and it was already a little late when they went down the mountain, and the tourists and believers all went down the mountain early, and the two were also happy to enjoy the silence in the mountain.

Walking to the stone tablet of the mountain gate only saw a person still lingering here, that person was wearing a cyan Confucian shirt, holding a Taoist lotus crown on his head, the temples were a little frosty, middle-aged, ordinary appearance, at this time was observing the text on the tablet with both hands behind his back, focusing on rigor.

Hearing the two people coming down from the mountain, they turned around and nodded slightly, and one of the two people went down the mountain to hold the disciple ceremony, and the other person put his palm on his chest and lightly reported the Buddha's name to show his return salute.

The middle-aged man looked at the two of them with a deep meaning in his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth and pulled out a smile, and walked in front of Zhen Xuan and the others.

Say hello to Zhixiang first: "You are Zhixiang?" Sure enough, the person is as famous, the material is beautiful and jade, and the old monk has nothing but nagging. The vision of the apprentices is still good. The tone was not respectful, but Zhixiang expected that he knew the name of the master, and he thought that he still had some connections in the Hanging Temple, so he smiled and nodded.

"What's your name?" the man turned to ask Zhen Xuan again.

"The younger generation's surname is Lin Mingxi, and the word Zhenxuan. Zhen Xuan saluted again.

"Where is your home? Have you ever practiced?" the man spoke in a low voice, speaking directly and unceremoniously, but he could not refuse, it was a kind of majesty that came with the superior.

"The younger generation lives in Fojiao Town. By coincidence, he briefly practiced the method of breathing on an ancient scroll. It's just that his qualifications are limited, and he is still lingering outside the door. Although Lin Xi's face was confused, he also told him honestly.

"Your master is Arashiyama. Jing Qing snorted slightly, "The vision is good, but the ability of the disciple is a little worse." ”

"For His Holiness. Lin Xi was a little displeased.

"I ask you if you are willing to worship under my door, cut off the fetters of red dust, understand the obstacles of life and death, and protect your path. ”

"Huh?"

"Amitabha..."

Zhen Xuan and the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Obviously, he just took a face, and just finished satirizing other people's teachers, so he went to catch up with his son and accepted others as apprentices, and the plot direction is too jumpy, as the saying goes, there is nothing to do and be courteous is either a traitor or a thief, but his words and deeds are not like people with ill intentions. Lin Xi's thoughts were tossing and turning, and he couldn't respond for a while.

"I am the head of the palace Jing Qingzhen, looking at your congenital Dao fetus, the bones are strange, for a while, I saw the rise of hunting, I can't bear the dust of beautiful jade, I give you a great opportunity, I want to accept you as a disciple, are you willing?" Jing Qingzhen shook his clothes and face, his tone was chiseled and extremely proud.

"Well, senior, it happened suddenly, and let me think about it. Lin Xi pulled Zhixiang and whispered: "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!"

"The little monk walks down the mountain on weekdays, and understands that one of the most important things in the recent rumors is the removal of the Qingzhen people from the palace and the matter of passing on the throne. Zhixiang frowned slightly, "I think Jing Qingzhen naturally has no time to take care of him." This person called himself Jingqing, which was very strange. ”

Zhen Xuan snorted coldly.

"This guy who came out of nowhere, he actually dares to swagger around under the guise of Jing Qingzhen, I'm afraid there is something wrong with his brain?"

"He can recognize the name of the little monk and tell me about my teacher, and he knows that your teacher, I am afraid that he has done a lot of homework, it seems that he came prepared, you should not be careless, take more precautions. ”

Over the years, my father and I have also met a lot of dignified people, most of whom are silver-like wax spear heads, so there is nothing to worry about. Zhen Xuan patted Zhixiang's arm, "If it intensifies later, if I can beat it and say it's okay, if I am unlucky, you will definitely ignore me, and run to the depths of the forest, looking for someone to save me." ”

"No, although the little monk has no power to restrain the chicken, he can't do the dirty act of betraying his friends to survive. The little monk Zhixiang had a firm gaze. "Look at the developments before making a decision. ”

"Ridiculous, his target is me, and you are quite taboo, if you leave, he may not be able to stop you, and I have learned some tricks from my father since I was a child, ordinary strong men are not close to three or five, the situation has deteriorated, you mistakenly want to fall in love with the stack. Hurry up and find someone to help, we can't do the buy one get one free deal. ”

The little monk thought about it carefully and felt that there was some truth, and nodded hesitantly in agreement.

Jing Qingzhen, as a cultivator, naturally has clear eyes and ears, and the two of them naturally heard their words clearly, and their faces twitched unnaturally, and they were a little messy in the wind.

"Oh, that's interesting!"