Laomiao Village is named after the old temple with a history of more than 300 years at the entrance of the village.

Compared with ordinary temples with a history of hundreds or thousands of years, a small temple with a history of more than 300 years is really not an old temple.

Whether it is the village that has a temple first and then the village, or the village that has the village and then the temple, I am afraid that even the oldest village chief of the old temple village can't tell.

On this day, it didn't take long for the genius to shine.

A carriage pulled by three sturdy horses drove slowly into the village of more than 5,000 people before the sun had fully risen.

"Jiang Daxia, do you mean that the bell ringing that I heard just now turned out to be coming from the Wutong Temple?"

Ji Xiaoyue yawned and stretched a big waist, and asked the young man who was driving the carriage seriously on the other side of the carriage.

I chatted with Jiang Xiaoman too late last night, and the little girl didn't wake up at all.

Originally, I wanted to take a nap in the carriage when I was on the road during the day.

But because Miss Xiao is still asleep in the carriage, she is now a man.

In order to avoid suspicion, he could only follow Jiang Xiaoman to sit on the wheel and hurry.

Fortunately, the carriage was sturdy and not bumpy, allowing her to lie on her back on the fairly thick wheels.

Ji Xiaoyue had a small burden under her head that she had carried all the way, lying lazily on the wheels like this, smelling the unique earthy fragrance in the morning air.

A person's journey may be boring.

But if it's a few people together, it's different.

And the most gratifying thing along the way is that Jiang Xiaoworm is driving, and she can accompany her.

This feeling makes Ji Xiaoyue happy.

Jiang Xiaoman nodded and said with a smile while concentrating on driving the carriage slowly or quickly: "The bell is indeed from Wutong Temple, I heard Master Zhanhai say that there is a huge red copper bell in the Buddha Cave in the back mountain of Wutong Temple, which is made of 39,000 catties of red copper by the first presiding officer of Wutong Temple. If it is knocked by a monk who has attained the Buddha's fruition, it can even be heard in Beiliang City outside the borderland. ”

Ji Xiaoyue was about to fall asleep, and couldn't help smacking her lips and opening a pair of big eyes, and said with some surprise: "From Jincheng to Beiliangcheng, it has to be more than 7,000 miles away, to say the least, that bell is really so magical?

Jiang Xiaoman lowered his head and recalled carefully, and said with some uncertainty: "Zen Master Zhanhai said that except for the first host who single-handedly founded Wutong Temple, there seems to be no second person who can knock on it as loudly......"

Ji Xiaoyue blinked her big eyes and said happily: "It's been so long, and I don't know if it's true or false." ”

The young man who was driving the car thought about it seriously and said seriously: "It should be true, didn't Zhanhai Zen Master say that the deeper the enlightenment, the louder the bell will be when the bell is struck." The so-called monks don't speak, and now that we are all about to go out of more than a thousand miles, we can still hear the bell, which is enough to show that the old Zen master did not talk nonsense. ”

Moreover, Jiang Xiaoman heard the old monk mention it.

In the next year, the old Zen master will personally ring the huge red bronze bell with a frightening weight.

Today, you can still hear the bell ringing when you walk thousands of miles, which shows how profound the old Zen master's realm and cultivation are.

"It's true!"

At this time, an excellent voice came from the carriage behind the two.

The girl surnamed Xiao lifted the curtain and sat in front of the car window, smiled faintly and spoke softly.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well, Jiang Xiaoman always felt that Xiao Ying didn't seem to be so interested today compared to yesterday, and her eyes were a little swollen.

Xiao Ying stretched out two slender jade hands like green onions and brushed the broken hair in front of her forehead, looked at the two of them and said softly: "In the Central Region, there is a Leiyin Pagoda in Qamdo City, and there is such a huge bell on the top of the tower, and it is ringed by the monks in the city every day. Many monks in the temple are on duty one day a day, if one day is the contemporary Buddha master in the city of Qamdo to knock on it, the sound is enough to flutter thousands of miles, until the imperial capital of the Dayu Dynasty. ”

"Oh, that's it!" Ji Xiaoyue sat up and nodded, staring at Xiao Ying's slightly pale face with a pair of big eyes, and asked with some doubts: "Miss Xiao, I see that your face is not very good, is it not a good rest?"

Shaking his head slightly, he glanced at Jiang Xiaoman, who was driving with his back to him, Xiao Ying pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Maybe it's because I drank some wine and couldn't cover it when I went to bed last night, so it's not in the way." ”

Ji Xiaoyue frowned, took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, handed it to Xiao Ying, and said solemnly: "This is not good, Miss Xiao, I have a few herb pills here, which can dispel the cold, you can take it." ”

When she went to pick it up, Xiao Ying's hand accidentally touched Ji Xiaoyue's hand, like a frightened cat, and quickly retracted her hand.

This made her whole face blush, and she lowered her head and said cowardly: "So, thank you Ji Gongzi." ”

Ji Xiaoyue shook her head and said with a smile: "What is there to thank, we are companions!"

"Hmm!"

With a slight hum, Xiao Ying nodded vigorously.

Although she is not obedient, she is also extremely kind.

Even after accidentally waking up last night and hearing the conversation between Jiang Xiaoman and Ji Xiaoyue, he already knew that Jiang Gongzi's father was most likely the 'Dugu Zhai' he was looking for.

still didn't deliberately debunk and talk about it, and quietly waited for Jiang Gongzi to find a suitable opportunity to take the initiative to talk to her.

Now that she knew where the person she was looking for was, it calmed down her originally somewhat uneasy heart.

The letter was entrusted to her by her mother, and Xiao Ying didn't open it to read it.

No matter what, it will naturally be handed over to 'Dugu Zhai' or 'Jiang Yao'.

But there was no hurry, she was willing to wait.

My mother said that some people in this world are good at leaving, and some people are good at waiting.

And people who are good at waiting, often everything will come in time.

Thinking of this, the heavy stone in her heart that was a little heavy last night gradually fell to the ground, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

The girl surnamed Xiao followed Jiang Xiaoman's words and continued: "Zen ringing the bell pays attention to three days and four nights, and it rings a total of seven times a day. The bell in Wutong Temple only rang three times. If you go slower, you should be able to hear four bells when the sun goes down. ”

Even Jiang Xiaoman, who was full of miscellaneous books when he was a child, heard it for the first time, and couldn't help but turn his head and ask: "Why do you knock seven times a day?"

Ji Xiaoyue also nodded, and a pair of big eyes couldn't help but look at Xiao Ying suspiciously.

With a shallow smile and a slight pause, Xiao Ying slowly explained: "Zen disciples, ring the bell every day, one is to tell the time, and the other is to refer to the bell ringing evil demons. The so-called morning three and evening four, ring the bell three times in the morning, and ring the bell four times in the evening, which happens to coincide with the seven-character mantra of Buddhism. ”

Seeing that the two of them didn't seem to understand, the girl surnamed Xiao held her chin with two hands, thought about it seriously and then said: "The seven-character mantra practiced by Zen disciples, also known as the seven-character mantra, is the foundation of all the magical powers of Buddhism. The so-called seven characters, the wonderful truth of the heart, the legend can eliminate all evil demons in the world. On weekdays, every time the Zen disciples ring the bell, they will silently recite a mantra in their hearts to protect the monks in the temple and drive away a demon. ”

"Miss Xiao is really knowledgeable and taught. ”

Jiang Xiaoman laughed, he didn't expect Zen Buddhism to be so exquisite.

Such a boast made Xiao Ying a little embarrassed, and said softly with a red face: "Jiang Gongzi praised it, I was just born in the middle region with a strong Buddhist style, my mother and Granny Mo believe in Buddhism very much, and I will have more contact with Zen Buddhism on weekdays." ”

"But no matter what, it's already very powerful that you can remember so many things!" Ji Xiaoyue got into the carriage, sat opposite Miss Xiao, and said seriously: "If it were me, even if I listened to it every day, I am afraid I would not be able to remember so much." ”

Hearing the little girl say this, Jiang Xiaoman didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Jiang Daxia, are you laughing at my son?"

Ji Xiaoyue was very dissatisfied and glared at the young man who was driving the car.

Jiang Xiaoman laughed: "No, no." I just remembered something else interesting!"

He just suddenly remembered some of the things that the ghost mother-in-law had said to him when he was in Fancheng.

On that day, Ji Xiaoyue had not recovered and fell into a coma.

Jiang Xiaoman was afraid of disturbing her rest, so he sat quietly outside the grass hut and waited for her to wake up, and chatted with a ghost mother-in-law who was waiting for the little girl to wake up outside the door.

That day, the ghost mother-in-law smiled peacefully, looked at Jiang Xiaoman as if she were her own grandson, and whispered to him about Ji Xiaoyue's funny story when she was a child.

The ghost mother-in-law said that Ji Xiaoyue's Nizi has a very high understanding, which is higher than when she was young.

But she was lazy, even lazier than the laziest sister in her school.

Often, the lazier the person, the higher the understanding, the faster they learn anything.

is like Ji Xiaoyue, a girl, since she was a child.

As long as she wants to learn, such as learning the light skills that can fly the eaves and walk the wall with the ghost mother-in-law, and learning to cook with the female chef in Fancheng, she will definitely learn quickly.

But if she doesn't want to learn, and her lazy personality comes up, then she is really coquettish and doesn't want to learn to remember.

For example, the ghost mother-in-law's unparalleled Qihuang alchemy technique, the little girl began to learn it at the age of three, and she has not even fully learned the most basic pharmacological knowledge.

Another example is martial arts, obviously as a descendant of the Ji family, his talent is not weak, and he can learn light skills.

But the ancestral internal strength method has been practiced for more than ten years, and it is still at the level of a half-hanger.

This dead girl, her lazy personality is really similar to herself!

Jiang Xiaoman coughed slightly, turned around and glanced at the little hall who was chatting with Xiao Ying about the customs of the Central Region at this time, and the corners of his eyes and mouth were smiling.

Ji Xiaoyue seemed to be aware of it, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the young man in front of the car, and asked, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen such a handsome and extraordinary son?"

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, and said happily: "Yes, I have never seen such a beautiful and good-looking son." ”

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the girl surnamed Xiao and said, "Well, it's as beautiful as Miss Xiao!"

This made Xiao Ying a little embarrassed, and hung her head down with a red face and buried it in her lap.

"Damn you, how can you boast of a beautiful man!"

"But, I'm just boasting!"

The two of them competed against each other, bickering all the way.

Unconsciously, the car slowly drove into the village where the archway was engraved with three big characters of Laomiao Village.