"Miaolian Temple?" Li Muchan asked, "Where is it?"

"It seems to be in Chunhua City..." Jingkong said: "It's about fifty miles away from our Donglai Town. It's not far or close."

Li Muchan said: "Why did you invite me to Miaolian Temple?"

Jingkong said: "The old monk's name is Cheng Jing. He said that the former presiding officer passed away and he is now the presiding officer. However, he knows that his cultivation is not enough and he cannot bear the heavy responsibility. Hearing the master's name, he wanted to invite the master to come over."

Li Muchan pondered for a moment and nodded.

Jikong hurriedly asked: "Master, will you agree?"

Li Muchan smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Jing Kong nodded hurriedly and said: "Of course I have to agree. Chunhua City is a big city and very prosperous. There are more people who believe in Buddhism there. Master can better promote the Dharma if he goes there."

Li Muchan looked at him with a smile, Ji Kong scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Of course, I also want to broaden my horizons. I have never been to Chunhua City since I was a child."

Li Muchan turned to look at Jing'er. Jing'er lowered her head in embarrassment. Li Muchan smiled and said, "Jing'er doesn't want to go?"

Jing'er raised her head and said, "Master, what will happen to my mother when I leave?"

"Of course we'll go together." Jing Kong said hurriedly: "Although our town is nice, Chunhua City is so lively, and Aunt Zhao will also like it."

Jing'er said: "Mom, she likes to be quiet."

"That's because Aunt Zhao is coaxing you to play. I think Aunt Zhao likes liveliness the most, but she's just afraid that you'll be impatient, so she can only stay with you at home, saying that she likes to be quiet." Jikong said hurriedly.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Jikong is right,...Okay, Jikong, go and invite Master Chengjing to come over, and I will meet him."

Jing Kong said: "He is waiting outside. He must see Master."

Li Muchan said: "Invite him in."

"Yes, Master." Jingkong nodded quickly, turned around and went out.

Li Muchan clapped his hands to calm down the ferocious beasts, so they lay down on the ground, lazily preparing to take a nap, and ignored the outside world.

They just lay down and brought in an old monk with white beard and eyebrows. He was about sixty or seventy years old, with a ruddy complexion and a bright spirit. Although he was old, he was not old.

"Old monk Chengjing has met Master Zhanran!" The old monk tithes.

Li Muchan smiled together: "Master Chengjing, there is no need to be polite, please speak in the hall."

He led the old monk Cheng Jing into the main hall and cleaned it spotlessly. This was Jing'er's credit. Although Jingkong was diligent, the effect of cleaning was very little. Although it was not dirty, it always seemed messy. At this time, the main hall was in order.

It looks like Jinger’s handiwork.

Jing'er sat down on the futon and brought tea in, then quietly left. Only Li Muchan and the old monk Qingjing were left in the hall.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master Chengjing is the abbot of Miaolian Temple?"

"Alas... I am ashamed that my moral practice is mediocre. After my master passed away, I could only manage the Miaolian Temple. It is a pity that the Dharma is not refined and the incense is not strong. I am really ashamed of all the ancestors of the past!" Monk Chengjing shook his head and smiled bitterly.

, sighing again and again.

Li Muchan pondered: "Miaolian Temple is located outside Chunhua City?"

"Exactly." Monk Chengjing nodded and said: "It was originally a geomantic treasure land with a flourishing incense. Unfortunately, since my master passed away, I have no virtue and incompetence. The believers have continued to suffer losses. Now it is even more unbearable. I heard Master Zhanran's Dharma

Miao-Lian has vast supernatural powers, so I can only come to ask Master to save the incense of Miao-Lian Temple."

Li Muchan pondered: "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so. Could it be that another eminent monk appeared and took away the incense of Miaolian Temple?"

Monk Chengjing nodded and said, "Master Zhanran's guess is correct. There is a Miaohua Temple next to us, which was built by my uncle."

Li Muchan said: "Master's uncle is still alive, right?"

"Exactly." Monk Chengjing nodded and said, "Although I practice hard, I'm still a little less qualified than my uncle. Everyone still believes in my uncle."

"Your uncle and your master are at odds?" Li Muchan pondered.

Monk Chengjing nodded and said: "Uncle and Master are not personal grudges, but they have different views on Buddhism. One values ​​merit and the other values ​​practice."

Li Muchan said: "It is better to pay equal attention to both, why deviate from it?"

"My uncle and my master told me that people's lifespan is limited, and it takes several lives to become a Buddha. My master advocates increasing merit and virtue so that it can be easily cultivated in the next life. My uncle said that practice is the foundation. It is merit and virtue, and there is no need to seek external rewards."

....."

Li Muchan smiled: "In the end, the one who did not focus on merit was very popular. Did Master Chengjing find it ironic, so he lost confidence?"

Monk Chengjing smiled bitterly and nodded: "Master's eyes are indeed like lightning, and his supernatural power is vast. He broke through my persistence in one fell swoop. I am ashamed."

Li Muchan pondered: "I wonder how old your uncle is?"

"It's almost the same as Lao Na." Monk Chengjing said.

Li Muchan said: "It seems that he is also an accomplished monk. I admire him."

Monk Chengjing looked at him steadily: "I wonder if Master is willing to move the Buddha's toe and settle in Miaolian Temple?"

Li Muchan said with a smile: "You want me to compare with Uncle Ling? Buddhist disciples can't afford to be angry or obsessive. Old monk, you are really not good at cultivation."

Monk Chengjing said helplessly: "If I am alone, I will naturally not care, but this is about the master and the master. I can only be persistent for once. I hope the master can save me!"

Li Muchan knows the understanding of Buddhist disciples that merits are carried with you and incense is used to focus your mind. The incense offered by mortals is not useless, but has practical uses.

Li Muchan has achieved success in Zen practice and has recognized the physical form, so he knows the wonders of it. But ordinary people don't know. Those who don't practice hard enough can only know it, but they can't see it.

Incense entrusts people's faith and can go straight to the mind and the underworld. It is of great help to the underworld and is of great importance. People who have practiced Buddhism since childhood can be convinced of this through indoctrination.

Li Muchan could see through the depths of Monk Chengjing at a glance, and could see his thoughts clearly, and knew that he was convinced but not true.

But even so, I would rather believe that it exists, so I am anxious for the incense to flourish.

"That's it, I'll go take a look at Miaolian Temple to see if it's destined for me. If it's destined, I'll stay there temporarily. If not, there's no need to force it. How about it, Monk Chengjing?" Li Muchan said thoughtfully.

.

Old monk Cheng Jing nodded hurriedly and smiled: "Okay, when will Master Zhanran set off?"

Li Muchan said: "Let's leave now!"

"Okay, Master, please!" Monk Chengjing nodded hurriedly.

Li Muchan turned around and said, "Jikong, you and Jing'er, please follow me."

Jikong glanced at the beasts worriedly, and Li Muchan smiled and said, "Let them stay here for now, don't worry, they won't hurt anyone."

Jikong nodded excitedly: "Yes, Master."

The two of them followed Li Muchan and left Yuanxin Temple with Monk Chengjing, passed through Donglai Town, and then walked north.

After leaving Donglai Town, Monk Chengjing began to practice Qing Gong. His cultivation level was not high and he had not yet reached the master level, but his Qing Gong was somewhat successful.

Li Muchan shook his head. It seemed that he paid too much attention to merit and had no intention of practicing, so his cultivation level was so low, almost like being in silence.

Jikong has only been practicing for a long time, and the old monk has been practicing for a long time. He has really gone astray.

Jing'er's cultivation was not enough, but she was able to fly with ease without even touching the ground. Old monk Cheng Jing was amazed when he saw her. He could see that Jing'er's cultivation would never allow her to perform Qing Kung Fu so easily.

Li Muchan used invisible force to hold Jing'er forward. She almost didn't have to go on her own. She looked around all the way, her beautiful little face full of curiosity and excitement.

She had stayed in the house since she was a child, unable to move. She would cough and wheeze at the slightest movement. She was too weak, so she hardly went out, and even if she did go out, she could not leave Donglai Town.

She had never seen the outside world. When she looked at every plant, tree, flower and stone, she felt it was indescribably wonderful and her heart was filled with joy and excitement.

Li Muchan and others were influenced by her and found it interesting. They did not feel tired at all during the journey, but only felt tired for a moment.

In just half an hour, they arrived at a large city. Three stone plaques "Chunhua City" were engraved above the city gate, which was simple and green.

"Our Miaolian Temple is in the north and needs to pass through the city." Monk Chengjing said.

Li Muchan nodded, and the four of them entered the city, and then passed through the bustling crowd. Jing'er became more and more curious, her eyes were not full, and she looked here and there, left and right.

Li Muchan turned a blind eye to such prosperity, but Jingong was also very interested. Monk Chengjing smiled proudly and said: "Miss Jing'er, Jingkong, come and take a look. You can come and hang out often."

Jikong smiled and said: "That's great, Master. It's really much more lively here than our town."

Li Muchan smiled: "Yes, it's so prosperous and charming, don't you feel excited?"

"Of course." Jikong nodded vigorously: "Master, look, there are all kinds of things for sale. In our town, it is impossible to buy these!"

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Monk, let's leave quickly."

Monk Chengjing smiled and said: "Both Jing'er and Jingkong are here for the first time, so it's no wonder. After seeing it more often, they feel it's normal and nothing special."

Jikong smiled and said, "That's a lot to see. Master, let's live here!"

Li Muchan shook his head and ignored it, and quickened his pace. Monk Chengjing took a look and could only quicken his pace and follow closely. The four of them soon arrived at the north gate. After exiting, there was a plain. The plain was a patchwork of woods, and above the woods was a vast sky.

The mountains look like they are in the woods.

The four of them walked from the main road first, walked for a mile, then turned to the side and went up a path. After passing through a pine forest, they came to the foot of a mountain. They walked up the stone steps and reached the halfway point of the hill.

On the mountainside, in front of you is a temple with yellow tiles and red walls.

The glazed roof of this temple exudes magnificent light under the setting sun. It is so majestic that Ji Kong and Jing'er are dazzled by the sight.

Monk Chengjing looked at Li Muchan and saw that Li Muchan was calm and showed no signs of surprise.

"Master, this is our Miaolian Temple." Monk Chengjing pointed proudly, and then pointed to the temple on a hill opposite. The temple was hidden among the branches and was vaguely visible. Compared with this place, it looked a bit smaller.

It was dilapidated and seemed to have fallen into disrepair.
To be continued...