I don't know the Xiangji Temple, a few miles into the cloud peak.

Ancient trees are uninhabited, and where is the bell in the deep mountains.

The sound of the spring swallows the dangerous stone, the sun is cold and the green pine,

The twilight empty pool is bent, and Anzen makes a poisonous dragon.

Li Bing got up early, and somehow this poem sounded in his mind. Most of Wang Wei's poems are written in scenes, and there are paintings in the poems, and there are poems in the paintings, and he is known as the Buddha of Poetry. This song "Over the Xiangji Temple" is one of his masterpieces.

"The poet Buddha inscribed a Buddhist poem for the Buddhist temple, I don't know if it is fate. This thought flashed through Li Bing's mind, and he smiled unconsciously.

He originally wanted to ask Rimai to go to Xiangji Temple together, but the housekeeper in the room said that Rimai had left early in the morning, leaving a note saying that he was going to Chang'an to see an old man, and he would return at night, but he didn't say who it was.

This made Li Bing confused, Rimai had never even been to Chang'an, where did the old man come from. But he was also accustomed to the mystery of Rimai and let him go.

It's just that when he was about to go out, he was stopped by the chase:

"Recently, the sky is strange, Taiweiyuan is shrouded by the breath of Taiyin, the light is fading, there is a big thing in Chang'an, His Royal Highness, come back early!"

Li Bing sighed, thinking of what happened last night, he had some doubts in his heart, this Tiantai's housekeeping skills didn't seem to be completely guessed.

Fei sent a lot of people to Chuzhou to find Han Linyuan's whereabouts, the courtyard was a little cold, but after entering the main hall, he couldn't see anyone, but he fell into the side courtyard, and only then did he see three or five figures, and Yinglan'er was also among them.

"Deputy Sect Master Xue, who are you?" Li Bing looked at the books that were spread all over the courtyard and couldn't help asking.

"It's His Royal Highness. Seeing that the sun was shining today, I dried the books in the library. This winter is cold and watery. Quite a few books are damp. After he finished speaking, he saw Ying Lan'er holding a basket of books, and hurriedly shouted to stop: "Lan'er! That basket of books are all the original works of the two Jin Dynasty, and they will become pink after a day of drying in the sun, don't you dare." ”

Yinglan'er had already spread out a few books, and hurriedly retracted the basket.

"Put those books in the wind chamber and blow them. Check it later, and if the book is damaged, make a handwritten copy of it. Deputy Sect Master Xue stopped what he was doing, and said to Li Bing with a smile: "Your Royal Highness, is there anything wrong?"

Deputy Sect Master Xue is over the age of old, the only surviving older generation in the Fei faction, he is still quite tough, he speaks slowly, and is a little sloppy.

Under the sect master, Chang'an has two deputy sect masters and five hall masters. Deputy Sect Master Wei is resolute and resolute, upright and middle-aged, and the most shrewd and capable. Deputy Sect Master Xue is different, he is kind-hearted and old-fashioned.

The two work together and complement each other perfectly. Even in the past three years that the non-sect sect leader has been wandering, the non-sect has been orderly and thriving under the joint management of the two.

"I'm here to find Miss Lan'er, go to Xiangji Temple to see Xuewen's injury. ”

Before Deputy Sect Master Xue could speak, Ying Lan'er came out of the study hall with a larger basket, put it on the ground, and exhaled violently: "I won't go today." Xiangji Temple is closed, it's not convenient for me to enter the temple, you go by yourself, if you need anything, tell me. ”

While speaking, she squatted down again, flipped through the books, and spread them out on the wooden table one by one: "There are not enough people in the sect, I have to help copy the books after I finish drying these." After speaking, she glanced at Deputy Sect Master Xue and glanced at Li Bing, meaning: With thousands of books weighing so much, you can't expect Deputy Sect Master Xue to carry them around.

Li Bing was slightly disappointed, but he could only nod his head in agreement, and asked again: "Is there any news about Linyuan?"

Deputy Sect Master Xue tried to pick up a book that had fallen on the ground, but as soon as he bent over, he suddenly couldn't stand up, his face was painful, and Li Bing hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"Oh, it's still old. He rubbed his waist: "In the morning, I received a message from the flying pigeon, saying that someone had seen the young sect master in Suzhou. Deputy Sect Master Wei had already rushed over. Hope there is good news!"

Li Bing nodded: "It's good that the person is not injured." He only hopes that Ma Xuewen's matter can be solved as soon as possible, and he can go to Suzhou.

"Then I'll go myself. "Since I can't help, I should leave. He had just come out of the courtyard when he suddenly turned and came back:

"That's right. Something so big happened, didn't Uncle Han come back?"

This Uncle Han naturally refers to the non-sect master, Han Linyuan's father. He and Han Linyuan bowed to each other, and they were called brothers, so they should be called Uncle Han.

"I sent someone to inform me, but I couldn't find anyone. Three years ago, when the sect master left, he only said that he was going to Yunyou, but he didn't say where to go, and he couldn't find it. But...... The young sect master was killed, and the Rong Sect reappeared in the rivers and lakes, many sects know about this, as long as the sect master is still in the Central Plains, they will definitely be able to hear the news!"

Leaving the Chang'an Fei faction, Li Bing went to Wei Ze's private residence.

"Mountains and Seas"

Every time Li Bing comes, he can't help but glance at this majestic plaque, which is the teacher who taught Li Bing's four brothers to write back then - "Yan Zhenqing" handwriting, these four words alone are worth 10,000 gold.

When I first came here, it was a dilapidated courtyard that was entered by a dog hole, and now it has been renovated into one of the most magnificent mansions in Chang'an.

He originally wanted to go with Wei Ze, but he couldn't do it.

Wei Ze himself is not strong, and he was frightened in the flower crab house yesterday, I don't know if he was overworked, or he was injured by yin qi, although he was fine, but his body was weak today, and he could only be raised in the bed.

Three friends in a row have something to do, and after walking around, they are still the only ones themselves.

He rode a white horse and walked on Suzaku Street, as if the Chang'an in front of him and the Chang'an a year ago were two worlds. Xiangji Temple is in the south side of Chang'an City, seven or eight miles of road "Fanchuan", Xiangwang Mansion is in the northeast corner of Chang'an City, the distance is not close.

Fan Chuan is the food town of Fan Xu, the founding general of the Western Han Dynasty, and it is also named after it. After being deserted, it was occupied by peasants, and gradually became a place where monks gathered, and there are more than 20 temples that are famous here. Among them, "Xingjiao Temple, Huayan Temple, Xingguo Temple, Niutou Temple, Yunqi Temple, Zenjing Temple, Hongfu Temple and Xiangji Temple" are the most famous, and are called "Fanchuan Eight Temples".

Most of the temples here are very small, but Xiangji Temple occupies a very large area. Of all the temples inside and outside Chang'an City, only the royal Ximing Temple can compare with it.

Before seeing the wall, a newly repaired three-zhang high marble five-door archway came into view, and the three words "Xiangji Temple" in the middle were Wang Wei's handwriting.

Different from the simple division of the inner and outer courtyards of Ximing Temple, Xiangji Temple is huge in scale, with a total of nine courtyards in the shape of a tic-tac-toe:

In the middle of the first row is the "Thirteen Glorious Halls": a place where the main Buddhas of all walks of life are enshrined. The largest statue of Shakyamuni is two feet high, cast in pure copper, lacquered with a half-centimeter thick pure gold plating, and shining under the light of incense candles.

On the left side of the first row is the "Sutra Pavilion": the Scripture Pavilion is a two-storey small building, far less rich than the Ximing Temple, but there are also ten Dharani Sutra buildings, which are very special.

To the right of the first row is the "Hundred Buddha Hall": a place dedicated to the worship of everlasting lamps and small Buddha shrines for devotees.

In the center of the tic-tac-toe is the "Zen room": a place for monks to meditate and practice. In the middle is a two-storey blue brick bell tower, with a spire, a square four domes, and three drops of water from the heavy eaves, which looks majestic and extraordinary. Inside is a large bronze bell named "Brahma". It weighs 10,000 pounds, and the voice is thick and rich. The bell tower is the most important place for all Pure Land temples.

The two courtyards on the left and right of the meditation room are the residences of beginner disciples and senior monks.

There are three courtyards at the back, and on the right is the "Shan Tang": it is a place for serious patients to see a doctor. I want to listen to the master's guidance before I die, and I am influenced by some incense, so it is best to ascend to the Pure Land of the Western Heavens, and even if I can't, I can also reincarnate in the next life.

In the middle is the "Dharma Hall": a total of nine large and nine small, eighteen rooms. Most of the Pure Land rituals in Xiangji Temple are done in the owner's home, but some inconvenient things will also be chosen here.

On the far left is a steep barren mountain, which is trimmed like a terraced field, and there are several relics stupas neatly arranged layer by layer, row upon row, all of which are the burial places of the masters of Xiangji Temple. The top one is the Chongling Pagoda of the founder of the Pure Land sect, the "Master of Good Guidance".

The second ancestor of the Pure Land Sect, but also the actual founder of the Pure Land Sect, after the death of the master of Shandao, his disciple Huaiyun in the second year of Yonglong (Tang Gaozong) for him to build a Chongling Pagoda to pay tribute to the ashes, and then developed a temple around the Shandao Pagoda, which was completed in the second year of Shenlong (Tang Zhongzong), and it has not been less than 70 years.

Xiangji Temple originally occupied a small area, but its reputation was great, and it has never been expanded.

During the Anshi Rebellion, Guo Ziyi led the official army to fight against the An Lushan rebels here, and the Xiangji Temple was tragically destroyed, the temple was basically destroyed, and a large number of cultural relics were damaged and lost. However, after Li Hao recovered Chang'an, the Xiangji Temple was broken and erected, and after year after year of expansion, it had today's scale.

The whole temple reveals this kind of magnificence that is completely different from other temples. In less than a hundred years, the development of a small temple to this point starts with the teachings of the Pure Land sect.

The core doctrine of the Pure Land sect is the worship of the Pure Land world of the Western Heavens, which advocates doing good deeds and accumulating yin virtue. The teachings are straightforward, easy to disseminate, and develop faster than other schools of Buddhism.

Since you believe in the Pure Land sect, a ritual is indispensable after death. At first, Xiangji Temple only collected a few incense money to supplement the degree.

But later, the national power of the Tang Dynasty became stronger and stronger, the population of Chang'an grew, and there were more and more believers in the Xiangji Temple, and the final result was that more and more people were looking for the Pure Land Sect to do things. Not only do you have to do things after you die, but if you do something bad on weekdays, or if you encounter any difficulties, you should also do a Dharma thing to seek peace of mind.

Although Xiangji Temple tries to help as many believers as possible, it still only collects a few pennies for hard work. However, there are too many rituals, and the manpower is really busy, and rich people are often willing to donate more incense money in order to invite high monks.

The location of the Hundred Buddha Hall is limited, and it takes 50 yuan to worship an ever-bright lamp, and 500 yuan is required to worship a small statue, and the annual sesame oil money is separately. Not to mention, Aunt Cai of Xiangwangfu is a side room, and she can't worship the Buddha statue in Ximing Temple, so she offered a one-foot-high pure gold "Sending Son Guanyin" in Xiangji Temple, and wanted to add a little son to Li Xu.

In the long run, comparing with each other, the achievement of today's Xiangji Temple is making money.

The civilization of the Central Plains, although as early as the Shang Dynasty, the monarchy had completely overridden the divine power, and now there are multiple beliefs such as Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, the art of war, and ink, and the monarchy should have been far beyond the divine power.

But the faith of a family grows big among the ordinary people, and if it is not controlled, it will give birth to chaos.

Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, successive monarchs have treated Buddhism with great courtesy and vigorously advocated it, giving them tax exemption and exemption from forced labor. The temple flourished, constantly absorbing the people's money, the state tax revenue decreased, and the treasury gradually emptied.

Second, Buddhism likes to cast bronze statues, and in Chang'an alone, there are tens of thousands of bronze statues. Every year, there is only a fixed amount of copper ore produced by Datang, which is used to shape Buddha, where is there copper coinage and agricultural tools?

Three, because monks are exempt from forced labor. Quite a few have committed crimes and would rather be a monk than exiled. As a result, the nine streams in the temple are mixed, breeding right and wrong, and there are even evil temples to rob houses and houses, and fish and meat in the township.

Fourth, the prime of life has entered the temple, there are no scholars, no soldiers, no farmers, no craftsmen, how can the country develop?

All of this is really worrying.

Whenever divine power is about to override the monarchy, a turmoil inevitably occurs. Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty successively destroyed many Buddhist temples, reduced the number of monks, and forcibly returned to the laity.

On the other hand, now in the Tang Dynasty, the national strength has weakened, the people are not living well, and there are more people worshipping God and seeking Buddha.

But this is a later story, now Xiangji Temple is thriving, faintly surpassing Ximing Temple, becoming the leader of the hundred temples in Chang'an.

Li Bing stood in front of the plaque, glanced at the three inscriptions of "Xiangji Temple", and then looked at the people on both sides, with mixed tastes in his heart.

Even though the temple gate is closed today, there are still many people waiting outside the temple. Some people come to the door with tributes, some people bow and worship, keep kowtowing, some people even burn paper money directly on the side of the road at the entrance of the temple, and some people try to make it convenient for the monks who guard the gate.

Looking at the statues of all living beings, Li Bing couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Two monks stood at the door, constantly persuading the pilgrims to return. Li Bing reported his name before being invited in.

A group of pilgrims watched the gate open and swarmed up, and the monks hurriedly closed the door, a little embarrassed.

In the main hall, observing the golden body of Shakyamuni, after waiting for a while, Master Pu Nian came from the meditation room: "His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is coming, I have missed the welcome, please forgive me, Amitabha." ”

He knew Li Bing's intentions, so he took him and walked to Shantang.

"There is a discussion in the meditation room, which is not very convenient. I took His Royal Highness the Prince from the Hundred Buddha Hall to see Lord Ma. As soon as he left the main courtyard, he said: "Master Xiancheng and Master Buxiang went to several temples around early in the morning to observe, and they are not in the temple now." ”

Walking through the Buddhist halls and looking at the thousands of ever-bright lamps and small Buddha statues inside, Li Bing suddenly felt that this Xiangji Temple seemed to have a higher reputation than Ximing Temple.

The money of the ever-bright lamps and the statues of the little gods, if they are replaced with armor, I am afraid that Datang will not lose the three towns of Hexi now.

Li Bing suddenly sighed, but Pu Nian was confused.

Before they reached the good hall, the sound of moaning, quarrelling, wooden fish, and chanting had already penetrated the wall, and the sound of chanting had already entered the ears. Even during the period when the monastery is closed, people who have been admitted to the hospital are still receiving treatment.

On the bed boards, all the people who are dying, Ma Xuewen has also become the only "pilgrim" in Xiangji Temple who is in good health.

He was dressed in plain white clothes, boxing in the courtyard, one move and one style, slowly, but also with some strength. Two martial arts hall disciples stood beside him, holding his robes.

"Xuewen!" Li Bing saw that he was acting safely, and the stone in his heart completely fell: "You have all recovered?"

"Big brother!" Ma Xuewen saw the person coming, walked up quickly, and puffed out the tendons and flesh on his arms: "My whole body is sore, I can't use my strength, I fight boxing, and I move my muscles and bones." ”

"Ah~!" Li Bing was about to speak, and a sharp scream of pain came from a good hall, and some people were afraid that they would not be able to stand it anymore.

"May I ask Master, is there a place where we can talk to the two brothers?" Li Bing asked, "It's really a bit noisy here. ”。

"There is no one in the Dharma Hall now, please come with me!" Monk Pu Nian greeted him with one hand and pointed out the direction for the two of them.

But before he could move, there was a shallow and distant sound of musical instruments in the air.

"Uh......h Woo......"

The sound is like a hole flute, and it is like a Xun.

"Uh......h Woo......"

It didn't sound twice, and the sound gradually became louder and thicker, vaguely more poignant and sad.

"Uh......h Woo......"

It had just revealed its desolation, and this third round turned into a murderous one, with a sharp and short voice in the dark, like the cries of women and children.

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

The crying became louder and louder, gradually masking the original sound of the dong flute. Occasionally, a few miserable cries, short and high-pitched.

A few people in the courtyard listened intently, and the sound could not be heard from the source, and it seemed to have been lingering in the sky above the Xiangji Temple.

Li Bing faintly felt that this voice made him a little irritable, and Ma Xuewen's brows were twisted into inverted eight.

After another two breaths, the initial irritability had turned into restlessness. Li Bing's heartbeat increased a lot unconsciously, and his stomach churned, which was extremely uncomfortable. Ma Xuewen also felt a terrible headache in his forehead, holding his temples with one hand and rubbing them constantly.

"Wow...... Wow...... Whining...... Hey...... Woo...... Woo ......"

The sound in the air became even stranger, like a ghost crying in the night.

As soon as this voice came out, for a while, the patients in the good hall seemed to be in a daze, some cried, some made trouble, some laughed, some trembled, some were manic and furious, and some were demented and stupid.

Looking at the chaos in the good hall, Li Bingcai understood that this voice must be artificial, and he dared to follow him to Xiangji Temple, it seems that Ma Xuewen's opponent is not ordinary.

"Dayan Yin Wind?" Pu Nian seemed to guess where this voice came from, and hurriedly shouted at the people in the good hall: "This is a Taoist cult thing, hold your ears, hold your ears quickly." ”

After he finished speaking, he rushed into the good hall, and there were junior disciples inside who had already started fighting, and the statue of the god on the bed board and wooden table was smashed to pieces.

Li Bing and the others hurriedly covered their ears, only to see Pu Nian alone in the good hall, forcibly separated a few disciples, one person and one kick, kicked them out of the courtyard, waved two fingers, and drew a "swastika" on each person's head, and these disciples settled down.

As soon as it was suppressed here, a new fight began in the good hall, and the patients, volunteers, disciples, and guards were in a mess.

How did Pu Nian manage so many people alone.

"Knock!" a heavy bell rang from the bell tower in the middle of Xiangji Temple. Li Bing's uncomfortable feeling decreased slightly.

"Knock!" The voice was heavier, which made Ma Xuewen feel refreshed.

"Bang!" The few disciples who finally became angry had already taken the lead in settling down.

After the monk struck the "Brahma Bell", the horn in the sky also became thicker, and the two voices carried each other, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Whew, a yin wind blew, the scorching sun, which was rare at the end of winter, suddenly became sluggish, and the temperature in the courtyard gradually decreased, and after a while, even the sun was gone, only a strange dark cloud was in the sky, which was the same as the situation of the flower crab living separately that night, but it was more violent.

As soon as the clouds gathered together, a rapid sound of wooden fish suddenly sounded.

"Toot toot toot toot...... Doodoo Doodoo...... Doodoo Doodoo...... Toot beet"

Li Bing only felt that every sound seemed to sound in his head, and the sound of the wooden fish seemed to be mixed with the shallow sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures.

The monk of Ximing Temple once said that this competition in Xiangji Temple is a magic weapon, called "Concentration Wooden Fish", and I think this sound probably comes from this magic weapon.

Every time the wooden fish thrashed down, it seemed to knock on the center of the dark cloud above.

The clouds above the bell tower became lighter and thinner, and slowly cracked out a round hole, which gradually expanded, and after a while it was already several zhang wide, and even the temple courtyard had a glimmer of sunlight.

The clouds didn't seem to want to disperse, the wind blew more violently, and the glimmer of sunshine that had just been seen disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Just when the "Brahma Bell", "Concentrated Wooden Fish" and the "Great Yan Yin Wind" were inseparable, a figure suddenly appeared on the roof of Shantang - not very old, thin, red eyes, unable to distinguish between eyeballs and kernels, loose hair, and dark skin, like night.

He was dressed in tatters, and he held a heavy sword that was far out of proportion to his weak body.

"Is it you?" Ma Xuewen recognized the person who came, turned his head to Li Bingdao: "It's the youngest son of the Guo family in Lantian." ”

It's really an enemy to meet, and his eyes are red, Ma Xuewen remembered the suffering he had suffered in the past few days, and the fists in his hands clenched tighter, just looking at the expression and temperament of the Guo family's son, he became serious and cold, how could he have half a minute of cowardice more than ten days ago.

Young Master Guo glanced at Ma Xuewen, and the heavy sword in his hand was slightly raised.

"Huh!" A dodge, the person had already appeared in front of Ma Xuewen, and the heavy sword in his hand was raised high.

"What a fast body!" The two of them never expected that Young Master Guo's martial arts were so high, Ma Xuewen was still sick, and he couldn't react, but fortunately, Li Bing pushed him away with a palm while dodging, otherwise he would definitely die if the knife just fell just now.

Seeing this move, Li Bing didn't dare to take it lightly, he only hated that he didn't have a blade in his hand, and it was difficult to resist the enemy.

He broke the dry branches of the courtyard with one hand and raised his sword.

"One day star!"

Young Master Guo's body tilted slightly, dodging this move at will, and his backhand swept with a sword, attacking Li Bing. Such an experienced strategy against the enemy, even Li Bing does not have it, to say the least, it takes three or five years of experience in real swords and real guns before he can use it.

If this counterattack is swift, it will greatly surprise Li Bing, and in desperation, he can only meet one move against the moon.

Even if he controlled the true qi on the surface of the branches, he would never be able to collide with the heavy sword in Young Master Guo's hand, he looked at Young Master Guo's sword path, raised his right hand, leaned back on tiptoe, and changed his move to avoid the blade.

The heavy sword swept over Li Bing's arm, and he saw that the heavy sword and the branch had grazed, but he did not touch it. However, the sword qi carried by the heavy sword actually scraped the branch in his hand into more than a dozen mottled fragments - a three-foot-long branch, and in an instant, only a long handle in Li Bing's hand remained. Even his arm was marked with blood.

Sword qi, he had seen it once before the Ram Sword Master of the Meridian Sect. But it's so cold, but I've never heard of it, and I never thought it came from such a thin young man.

Li Binglian took a few steps back, not daring to face the enemy head-on.

Young Master Guo chased closer and closer, and he gradually couldn't get out, so he could only run for his life.

Ma Xuewen looked at the sword moves used by Young Master Guo, and his heart was even more puzzled.

"Strange! He actually used one of the nine sects of single transmission, Zhan Yutang's "Cloud Choking Heavy Sword Technique"!"

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