Jianchu Temple occupies an extremely wide area, the temple gate is majestic, the halls are connected, just like a palace group.

In addition to the nine-story Ashoka Pagoda, there are also the main hall of the Mahavira Hall, the side hall of the relics, the meditation hall, the lecture hall, the chanting Buddha hall, the meditation room and other halls and houses.

In the entire Jianchu Temple, there are more than 20 monks in Fanbang, and more than 40 or 50 Han disciples who are only believers on the surface and have not yet been shaved. The incense is flourishing in the temple, and Han believers who offer incense and pray can be seen everywhere.

Zhou Cheng found that most of these believers were middle- and lower-class people who were dressed ordinarily and even had yellow and thin muscles, and there were few people who were brightly dressed and had a superb temperament.

"Is this benefactor here to make a wish or to make a wish?" Suddenly, a Han man wearing a gray monk's robe and unshaved head appeared in front of Zhou Cheng.

"I'm not a donor, but I've heard the name of your temple for a long time, and I'm passing by here today, so I'm here to take a look. Zhou Cheng said lightly, he didn't have a good impression of Buddhism, and naturally he didn't have a good face.

"Oh, the little monk took the donor into the temple to have a look, so that he could explain some Buddhist things to the donor. The gray-clothed monk folded his hands, bowed slightly, and said disapprovingly.

"Everyone who comes here, will you be like this?" Zhou Cheng asked with a deep meaning as he looked at the gray-clothed monk with his eyes slightly condensed.

The gray-clothed monk was expressionless, still clasped his hands, lowered his head and replied: "No, the door of Buddhism is wide open and convenient, and all living beings in the world are crossed." However, there are some people who have great wisdom and great wisdom, and this is a person who is related to the Buddha!"

"So I also have a relationship with the Buddha, where is the Buddha?" Zhou Cheng found that the gray-clothed monk seemed to mean something, so he asked in passing.

"In the heart.... In the past, present, and future, all time and space..... If the donor is interested, he may wish to come with the little monk. The gray-robed monk continued, but his words became more and more mysterious.

"Okay, I'm an ordinary man, and I just want to see what the Buddha looks like?" Zhou Cheng smiled and said briskly, but his heart became alert.

"Donor, please. The gray-clothed monk stretched out his hand and pointed and led Zhou Cheng to another place.

Zhou Cheng followed behind the gray-clothed monk, through several corridors, and outside a Buddhist hall. Although there is also incense here, there are no believers in the main hall outside, only one or two monks, who are cleaning the courtyard.

"Luohan Hall?" Zhou Cheng thought silently in his heart, and saw the plaque on the Buddha Hall, which was written with the three words Luohan Hall.

Looking at the hall again, a statue of Hu monk is located in the center, enjoying the incense offering.

"What do you mean by Arhat?" Zhou Cheng asked casually as he followed the gray-clothed monk towards the Arhat Hall.

The gray-clothed monk kept at his feet, but he still replied to Zhou Cheng: "Arhat, self-realised, the six roots of body and mind are pure, ignorance and troubles are cut off, transcendence from life and death, and all laws are not violated." ”

Zhou Cheng paused slightly when he heard this, although the words of the gray-clothed monk were somewhat different from the description of the Taoist Taiyi Xuanxian, but their essence was basically the same.

In other words, the Buddhist Arhat is equivalent to the Taoist Taiyi Xuanxian.

"Donor, please. Just when Zhou Cheng paused, the gray-clothed monk also stopped, stood in place and stretched out his hand to signal Zhou Cheng to enter the Luohan Hall.

Looking at the statue of the Arhat that looked like a real person, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, but when he thought that the Buddha was secretly calculating the Zhou family, he was also heartbroken, and strode into the Arhat Hall.

Zhou Cheng stepped into the threshold of Luohan Hall with one foot, and suddenly felt a change in front of him. When I looked at it again, I didn't know when I arrived at a strange space full of golden light, lotus flowers blooming under my feet, and there were even more sky-popping images in the void.

"This is the enchantment...."Zhou Cheng was shocked, in his divine perception, this was an independent space, and his divine mind could not even perceive the boundary, as if the space was infinite, and the eye was boundless.

Zhou Cheng hurriedly opened his mouth and spit out the Qingping Sword Pill, and the Sword Pill was spitting light above his head, like a canopy.

Just when Zhou Cheng stepped into the Luohan Hall and fell into the trap laid by the Jianchu Temple, a young man outside the Jianchu Temple who was richly dressed and had a magnificent instrument also calmly walked into the door of the Jianchu Temple.

This person is about twenty-three or four years old, he looks heroic and straight, his expression is handsome, and he has a faint smile on his face all the time.

Teng Xiu walked into the door of the Jianchu temple, and seven or eight Hu monks appeared in front of him. The leader was dressed in a five-colored robe, looking very old, and his two snow-white eyebrows were slightly drooping, which was a few inches longer than the average person.

"The poor monk leads the monks in the temple to welcome Sikong!" The old monk at the head folded his hands, bowed to Teng Xiu from afar, and said Teng Xiu's official position.

Today, Teng Xiu came alone, without an entourage and without informing anyone in advance.

"The master is the Kang Seng Society?" Teng Xiu still had a faint smile on his face, and he also imitated the old monk's appearance, folded his hands and bowed back, and then asked casually.

"It's the poor monk!" replied the old monk with a nod.

"How does the master know that he is coming to the next meeting?" Teng Xiu asked suspiciously.

The palms of the Kang Sanghui were originally closed, one left, stretched out a finger, pointed to the Ashoka Pagoda, and then said slowly: "When the poor monk received the revelation of the Venerable, he knew that there was a distinguished guest coming to the door today. ”

"Venerable, where is Venerable?" Teng Xiu's heart sank slightly, and the hand hidden in his big sleeve clenched into a fist slightly.

"Venerable Worrying Building..... The ** of the Ashoka Pagoda is dedicated to the relics of the Venerable..."Kang Seng will say the word relics a little heavily, and after finishing speaking, he looked directly at Teng Xiu, as if he wanted to see how Teng Xiu reacted.

"It turns out that your temple is enshrined in an Arhat relic..... Mahakala asked you to bring his relics to the Kingdom of Wu, why didn't he come himself?" Teng Xiu suddenly retracted the smile on his face and said something inexplicable.

Teng Xiu's words made the Kang Sangha Association also slightly stunned, and only after a moment did he continue: "I never thought that Sikong also knew the name of the Venerable Layman, so it seems that Sikong knows a lot about Buddhism?"

Venerable is the honorific title for the Arhat fruit position in Buddhism, and Mahakala is the layman name of the Venerable Sorrowful Tower.

However, this person is a figure from the Western Buddhist Kingdom seven or eight hundred years ago, and I don't know how Teng Xiu knew so clearly?

"His Holiness wisdom illuminates the ten worlds, what difference does it make if he comes or not?" said the monk again with his hands folded and continued, his reverence for the Mahakasa leaves already overflowing.

"Hmph, don't tell me these useless things, take me to see him!" Suddenly, Teng Xiu shook his sleeves and snorted coldly in his mouth, as if Teng Xiu was very unhappy with the way the Kang Seng Society spoke in Buddha everywhere.

"Then please move to the poor monk's meditation room. Kang Seng Hui didn't expect Teng Xiu to suddenly turn his face, and then said helplessly.

Just when Teng Xiu followed the Kang Seng Society to the meditation room, there were already changes in the enchantment space where Zhou Cheng was.

"Young man, why is there prejudice against Buddhism in your heart?" a majestic but kind voice suddenly sounded in the void.

The sound seems to be far away in the sky, and it seems to be close to the ear.

At the same time, Zhou Cheng saw that just a few feet in front of him, a sapling was slowly growing from the ground, and soon it grew from a sapling to a towering tree, and this tree was the Bodhi tree of Buddhism.

At this moment, under the Bodhi tree, there is a wizened monk.

"You Hu monk trapped me in this enchantment, don't you allow me to have hatred?" Zhou Cheng was vigilant, but his mouth was unceremoniously.

"This is the Mandala Law Domain of the Tibetan Realm, which is not comparable to the ordinary enchantment!" the old monk under the tree said lightly, as if he was just chatting with Zhou Cheng.