Ye Feng squeezed into the Buddhist temple, and the four scholars who were stumbled and pushed the door opened their mouths, trying to shout and swallowed them back into their stomachs. Looking at the swaying lights, the monk facing away from them knocked on the wooden fish, quickly retreated back to the door, looking at each other.

"An old monk..."

"It's strange that I didn't respond when I opened the door so much."

"Could it be..."

"I'm a ghost. I'm afraid of having the national teacher here?"

Lu Liangsheng tied the old donkey and came in. The four of them hurriedly gave in a way. The scholars who came in raised their hand and told them not to speak. After carefully examining the monk's robe for a moment, they smiled and shook their wide sleeves to bow to the old monk.

"Lu Liangsheng, the Great Sui Dynasty of Dongtu, met this monk. When he passed by, it was too late, so he had to ask for a stay at the temple. Please give me some convenience."

The robe of the old monk was slightly different from the other monks I saw on the way. The collar was tight, not like the monk's robe that was partial to his right shoulder and exposed his arms. It looked more like Central Plains Buddhism, with simple and solemn clothes.

So Lu Liangsheng spoke directly, saying Chinese, but when he said that, the old monk who was facing away from behind just knocked on the wooden fish, his lips stammered quickly, and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

Dongdong~~dongdongdong~~~

"Miaozhan always holds the great power of the Shurangama King in the world... If a sentient being has not become a Buddha, he will never attain Nirvana here before he becomes a Buddha.

Nobita is strong and compassionate...

Namo Shakyamuni Buddha Namo Buddha Shunyan Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva Namo Vajra Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva....”

The chanted scriptures stopped for a while at the last syllable. The old monk kneeled in the cushion facing the clay statue slowly opened his eyes, put down the mallet, clasped his hands together and bowed to the Buddha, and then stood up straight.

"The five donors have been waiting for a long time."

As he said that, he supported his knees and turned around, Lu Liangsheng saw clearly that the old monk had no beard. Although he was thin, his eyes were bright. He immediately smiled and started again.

"I waited soon, but I was happy to meet my people from Central Plains in a foreign land. I don't know what the master calls me?"

"My monk's Dharma name is revealed."

The old monk laughed, invited the scholar in front of him, and four people from the other side walked to the hospitality table on the side of the Buddhist temple to sit down? He picked up the kettle and poured a few cups of water.

"This Buddha Temple was built by local villagers, and it is a bit small? But since the five donors want to stay overnight, don't dislike it."

Scream~~

The rat cries came from under the tribute table? The four scholars holding the broken bowl carefully looked under the table. They saw the rats swaying outside, and climbed up along the foot of the table. When they thought of staying here, they would probably crawl over the mice late at night. They all shuddered.

"Oh? By the way, the five donors have not eaten yet. There are still some cold rice and leftovers on the stove, all of which are light food. Let's take it off and heat it up."

Monk Faxian seemed to be practicing alone in this temple? He had to do everything himself and was about to get up? The four scholars over there stared at the rats wagging their tails and climbed up the altar. They felt like there were dense ants crawling on their backs?     Hurriedly got up first and pressed the old monk back to sit.

"This... Master? What about hot rice? We'll do it ourselves? Master, please sit down and talk to my national master."

Before the old monk could reply, the four of them pushed each other and ran to the back hall. On this side, Faxian watched them disappear behind the Buddhist curtain, smiled and turned back, bowing to Lu Liangsheng opposite: "It turns out that the donor is the national master, but somehow the country of Heaven appeared?"

"Because of some things, I accidentally entered the Western world and am now preparing to return to China." When I first arrived, Lu Liangsheng naturally would not tell a monk who had just met him calmly. After saying this, he couldn't help but feel curious when he looked at the old monk opposite him.

"Master Faxian, why did he live in the temple in this Tianzhu country alone?"

"Haha..." The old monk smiled with his seal, "The Buddha's Lord once said that Buddhism will flourish in the Central Plains. Three thousand Buddhist monks traveled eastward, and white horses carried the scriptures and clamored the Buddha's orders. Unfortunately, this place of Buddhist revitalization has begun to change its sects and eliminate Buddhism inside. I came to the west not to seek scriptures, but to promote the prosperity of our Middle Land Buddha and to overcome the suffering here."

Lu Liangsheng nodded, "So that's it. I wonder which temple the master was practicing in the Central Plains? I saw Fazi generation below, but I knew a Master Fajing from Wanfo Temple, and later there was a little novice monk from Fahai."

A few "squeaks" sounds from over there, and a white rat with brocade hair climbed onto the oil lamp to lick the lamp oil in the lotus tray. The old monk picked up the kettle and added water to the scholar.

"Haha, it's just a different temple. I originally practiced in the Temple of Zhongsheng. Later, I left the temple and went west to practice Zen and realize the truth. After more than ten years, I arrived here."

"Master is so perseverance." Lu Liangsheng couldn't help but compliment, his eyes attracted by the sound of rats. The old monk over there looked at him with a smile, "Don't care, don't care, this rat is also a creature. If it has the fate to secretly drink lamp oil and attain enlightenment today, it is its fortune, which can be regarded as my Buddha's life."

Lu Liangsheng seemed to have some emotion in his eyes, and he still kept a smile on his face, and his tone was gentle: "What the master said is very true, but this rat only seeks food and clothing. He doesn't know that there is a Buddha. What he is in front of him is nothing but something that can satisfy his hunger. How can he talk about being destined to be?"

"That's why it's the ferry." The old monk smiled and stared at the young man opposite him.

"I still feel that if I pass it, it may not feel comfortable. On the contrary, it is not bad to keep it in its original state. When I am hungry, I come out to find food, lick the dew when I am thirsty, and sleep in the cave when I am sleepy. Why do I have to force myself to insert a piece of it? It doesn't understand what I don't want?"

"It seems that the donor is also a person with great wisdom."

"I dare not, Taoism says, return to nature, and let everything go naturally, just like the mortals in the world, living birth, old age, sickness, death, joy, sorrow, separation and reunion, that is called the world's various states, life and death cycle. When you have nothing to do, go to the temple to worship the gods and Bodhisattvas, and ask for peace of mind. Suddenly, there is a heaven, and the worshiped god suddenly lives. When you walk down from the god platform, the man will only be like this mouse and cannot handle himself."

Squeak ~~

The white rat suddenly screamed in fear and licked the lamp oil. A tuft of white hair on his forehead burned black. He jumped off the lamp post in horror, ran back to the table along the foot of the table, and entered the gap below the divine platform.

The old and the young watched quietly. Then, the four people who went to the back hall brought the hot meal back. Soon after dinner, the old monk took them to the temple room to settle down. After laying the bedding, Lu Liangsheng and others had a good rest, so he bowed and left.

When the old monk left, Taoist Toad jumped out of the bookshelf, stood on the simple table, rubbing his flat chin, "Liangsheng, this old bald donkey is a bit weird."

"There must be something strange. I still haven't figured out the depth of his cultivation."

Lu Liangsheng shook open the quilt and a musty smell came from him. He thought that no one had used it on weekdays, so he pressed it on the bottom of the box for too long. He put down the quilt, frowned slightly, and looked at the closed door along the master's sight.

"......The road is unobstructed all the way, and when I got here, I met a monk from the Central Plains. It was so coincidental that I just talked to the Buddhist temple, and it seemed to be a warning in public and secret... To put it bluntly, it was a warning."

Um?!

Hearing his disciple's words, Taoist Toad suddenly turned around with his double webbeds in his arms and met Lu Liangsheng's gaze, "This is a Buddhist place. Is this old monk a Bodhisattva or Arhat in Buddhism?"

At this moment, a golden hair suddenly struck the edge in the scholar's sleeve, raised its head, and the sound of a monkey gritting its teeth.
Chapter completed!