CHAPTER XIV

Cangguo Rite Buddha is nothing more than three big temples, Jinding Temple, Burning King Temple, and Landa Mountain.

Jinding Temple is about the same as Longhu Mountain, and even in some of the suggestions that affect the national policy of Cangguo, the voice is much louder than Longhu Mountain, Longhu Mountain is about a guest in court clothes, and the great monk of Jinding Temple, even the original emperor Yelu Baode is also respectful, after all, in the final analysis, Yelu Baode was raised by Jinding Temple, and the foundation of cultural governance and martial arts has been laid here, and even when the emperor returned to heaven, he shouted: Buddha, the disciple is back.

Therefore, the golden dome of Jinding Temple is full of red gold, without any water.

Burning King Temple, is the royal annex, the emperor died here, and burned here, set a rule, all the royal family of Cangguo, when they were nine years old, they had to make a home in Burning King Temple, accept the blessing of the Buddha, baptism. Three years later, he left the temple, led the practice, and worshiped the Buddha all his life.

Theoretically, the worst is the Rota Mountain, the Rota Mountain pays attention to a "penance", to escape the world as the sect, almost never touched the court, but often some Wang Zong nobles always have to hang a single in the Rota Mountain in their lives, whether it is the Jinding Temple or the Burning King Temple is to encourage this kind of behavior, and the disciples from the Rota Mountain, once they arrive at the Jinding Temple, the Burning King Temple to participate in the puja, debate, no matter what generation, identity, that is to sit with the teacher.

The mystery of it, there is a sentence that says: "The gentleman does not fight, so there is no quarrel with it!", because this sentence begins with the gentleman as a metaphor, everyone thinks that it is said by the master of great wisdom, so it is widely spread, but in fact, it is proper to do Taoist inaction. It can be seen that it is true that Xiucai can read half of the words.

Thirty years ago, a Taoist priest came to Landa Mountain, entered the mountain and stopped, sat next to the road, and asked the Buddha with one person, if it was in Jinding Temple or Burning King Temple, it would definitely be beaten out, but Landa Mountain should still eat, sleep, you want to argue, I will argue. It is strange to say that the first ten years of the little monks were miserable, the middle ten years of the big monks were thoughtful, and the next ten years all the monks who came down from the mountain of the Langda Temple had to turn back and give the old Taoist priest the most pious thanks.

Now that people go to the shed, everyone misses this "evil road" that blocks the way, no, the little monk looked at the simple little thatched hut, and said to the master: "Master! Grandpa Zhang really won't come again?"

"I'm afraid, goodbye there!" the master pointed to the sky.

"Alas, I want to practice boxing with Grandpa Zhang!"

"Hehe, the fist is there, when can't you practice, where can't you practice?"

"Master, it's different!"

"How is it different?"

"No one is with me anymore, and I'm not feeling good!"

"Oh, you can teach your brothers, teach them, won't someone join you?"

"Master, is this okay? That punch is the true inheritance of Grandpa Zhang's master!"

"Stupid monk!" the master bent his fingers and kowtowed his shiny little bald head, "Why do you think Grandpa Zhang wants to teach you?

"What's there to worry about, I wouldn't have spread it out in the first place!" the little monk Yifan rubbed his head and said aggrievedly.

"You, just your grandfather Zhang's kung fu of drawing circles, it's so big. Master drew a big circle in the sky, "And your current circle!" and drew a small circle around the little monk Yifan.

The little monk scratched his bald head, didn't figure it out, simply squatted down, and started to worry!

The master didn't break it, turned around and walked towards the mountain, Yifan followed the master's footsteps while worrying, and returned to the temple gate, when the master stepped into the temple gate and landed outside the door, the little monk patted his head, "Oh, it's really stupid!"

Master looked back at him, smiled and said, "Understood?"

Yifan scratched his head: "What don't you understand? This is originally our thing from Landa Mountain!"

The master turned around again and asked, "Huh?"

Yifan smiled and said, "Not now!"

The master laughed and patted the little bald head vigorously, "I said! The old Taoist priest left the treasure on the mountain!"

Yifan pulled his face, rubbed his bald head that was afraid that it was already red, and sighed: "Master, if you are right, you will fight if you are wrong, you can't live this day." ”

"If you haven't sent it, you will get out, there is nothing missing in Langtuo Mountain, and there is no shortage of little bald heads!"

Yifan sat on the bluestone steps at the entrance of the temple: "Master, you are chasing ducks to the shelves!"

The master didn't answer, he smiled, threw his sleeves and walked into the courtyard.

The little monk was worried at first, the small thatched hut had to be repaired, and the weeds in the garden had to be cleaned up by himself, and he had to run a few more times in the morning with such a big water tank, but he didn't worry about the thousands of senior brothers in Langtuo Mountain who came down the mountain one by one to argue, could he cope with it?

After a while, Yifan stood up, learned from the master to draw a big circle in the sky, seemed not very satisfied, and rounded his arms to draw a bigger one, and said to himself with his hands on his hips: "This is the same as Grandpa Zhang's side!"

As the sun set, a golden light sprinkled from the side of the little bald head, stretching his figure long, and the brilliance stretched along the top of the mountain, the mountainside, and the foot of the mountain to the vast grassland, and farther south of the grassland, scorching with golden light.

There is a way in the world, and it is regarded as such.

The little monk walked towards the small thatched hut on the mountainside with his head held high behind his back, and after a few steps, he jumped up.