A month later, Fang Dou and Qilie parted ways and left.
Qi Lie brought ten Qi Refining Pills, saying that he wanted to join an elder and practice his skills to deal with the revenge of Qianqiu Society in the future.
With Fang Dou's gift talisman, his strength has greatly increased and his Qi Refining Pill is in hand, so he is full of confidence.
"Brother Fang Dou, remember, a hero will not suffer any loss in front of him."
"If Qianqiu Society takes revenge, it will definitely be a thunder attack. You and I will fight alone, and I will definitely not be an opponent."
"Listen to my advice, if there is a place to defect to, it is best to go there now!"
Qi Lie thought that Fang Dou was either Shu or Taoism, but he had a big background anyway.
If Fang Dou had a family behind him, he wouldn't be afraid of Qianqiu Society.
After all, Qianqiu Society has a great deterrence to the scattered people among the people, but it has never dared to make rash decisions in front of the three families.
Fang Dou did not explain, "Brother Qi is careful all the way, I have my own concern!"
He originally wanted to go back to Jiming Temple directly, but now he suddenly changed his mind.
Returning rashly will only lead the anger of Qianqiu Society to that small county town and implicate the innocent.
The next stop target is Fuyuan Temple.
Fuyuan Temple, right on the way back, is a famous ancient temple in the Jiangnan region. In the temple, the monks gathered, and pilgrims kept coming and going day and night. The incense, candles and smoke burned every day directly formed a few acres of black clouds in the sky.
This is just an open face. In secret, there are legends that Fuyuan Temple is one of the ancestral temples of the Shimen, and it raises a large number of monks and magic monks.
In Fang Dou's perception, if anyone else in Jiangnan can suppress Qianqiu Society, it is Fuyuan Temple.
"Daqing, let's go!"
Fang Dou led the big green mule and headed towards Fuyuan Temple.
This time, the alchemy cost a lot, and the gold and silver cost most of it, and only less than 4,000 taels were left. The big green mule found that the burden had become lighter, and she was so happy that she smiled and her hooves were much happier.
In order to reward him, Fang Dou bought him good forage in villages and towns along the way, which cost three cents a pound, and the big green mule shook his head and shaking his head.
"The little master is going to Fuyuan Temple, just go in this direction!"
The reputation of Fuyuan Temple is so famous. The closer it is to the place, the more passers-by the way you see, the more vendors who are leading carts to sell pulp, they can put their hands together and say a few Buddha's name.
"Wow!"
Fang Dou stood in front of Fuyuan Temple and was shocked.
This is a bustling town. Fuyuan Temple is located in the core area and is located in modern times as the commercial center.
Perhaps, there is another explanation, that this small town is formed around Fuyuan Temple.
The pilgrims and believers of Lai Fuyuan Temple consumed locally and supported many shops, and all industries flourished. Gradually, many merchants settled here and formed this small town.
This shows the reputation of Fuyuan Temple.
The temple occupies the most prosperous area of ​​the town. The surrounding streets are full of shops selling incense, candles, Buddha statues and various utensils. Poor or rich believers walked into the temple one after another and worshiped Buddha statues in the main hall.
Fang Dou passed through the gate and saw that the hall gates were numerous and unsightly. He didn't know how many halls there were.
The incense burner and copper cauldron are filled with clusters of incense. In the hall corridors, rows of incense are hung, and the air is filled with fragrance and smoke, as if you are in a fairyland of Buddha land.
There were also monks wearing cassocks, who brought several young monks to entertain wealthy pilgrims, untie the knots for each other and turn them away from their sorrows.
Suddenly, a bronze bell rang, adding a bit of solemnity to the temple.
Whether pilgrims or monks, they stopped and folded their hands together, lowered their heads and recited something silently, with a very pious expression.
After the bronze bell, Fuyuan Temple once again restored its bustling environment.
Fang Dou was so proud that he moved, he quickly stepped forward, walked to the steps, looked up at the Vajra on both sides of the gate, holding a vajra in his hand, making a shovel and other magical tools.
"stop!"
From behind the gate, two burly monks flashed out, wearing gray monk robes, with muscles on both arms and muscles. They were obviously monks with skilled martial arts.
“I want to visit the temple.”
The monk in the left head had thick eyebrows and a loud voice as thunderous as thunder. "Stop talking nonsense, come to your house, will there be a letter of recommendation from a monk?"
Fang Dou shook his head, "No!"
He came from time to time, and even monks were rare, so where did he get the letter of recommendation from the monk?
The Fuyuan Temple family has great business and great rules. If you want to go in, you have to issue a letter of introduction?
"Since there is no letter of recommendation, what about your certificate?"
The monk on the right head had a white face and his voice was not as harsh as his companions. "This temple opened a convenient door, but never received wild monks."
The sacrificial certificate is an official certificate. Monks without the sacrificial certificate are all black households. The government does not recognize them. Even large temples like Fuyuan Temple will not be taken in.
Fang Dou shook his head, "No!"
The loud monk shouted loudly, "No, no, no, you wild monk, why don't you get out of here!"
Fang Dou's face changed, "Have I said I was a monk? Is it okay to come and burn incense to the Buddha?"
The two monks were not willing to believe it. The monk at the right hand sighed, "This junior brother, Fuyuan Temple is forbidden to wait for idle people. You might as well go to another place to place orders?"
He also gave Fang Dou some advice to several small temples nearby, allowing foreign monks to hold orders.
Fang Dou's purpose was not to hold a order, but to enter Fuyuan Temple to inquire, and stood at the door and refused to leave.
The loud-sounding monk gradually became impatient, "Will you leave?"
Without waiting for Fang Dou to answer, he raised his big fist and punched Fang Dou's chest. The strong wind caused the heavy door to move.
"Jie Chen, you are impulsive again, why don't you retreat quickly!"
At this time, an old monk wearing a red monk's robe walked out of the door with a thin face.
After hearing this, the loud monk, his arm, which had already been filled with great force, stopped in the air and knelt down toward the old monk, "Master, my disciple is guilty and he has committed anger!"
"I'm going to give you a name for Jie Chen, I'm hoping that you can control your anger, Jie Chen, go and get twenty boards."
After hearing this, Jie Chen quickly turned around and entered the temple and took the punishment.
The old monk came out, glanced at Fang Dou, and folded his hands together.
"This fellow practitioner, it's really inconvenient in the temple. If you want to hold an order, you can go somewhere else!"
Fang Dou recognized at a glance that the old monk had a great status in Fuyuan Temple.
In the temple, the status of monks can be seen from their costumes. The lowest monks are wearing gray monk robes and monk hats. They are cautious when walking. When they meet other monks, they must stand by the road to salute.
Going further up, like the two monks guarding the door, the monk's robe turned dark gray, and there was no need to wear a monk's hat, revealing the bald head with a ring scar on it.
The former is an intern, while the latter is a formal employee.
Further up, the later old monk, wearing a red monk's robe, was qualified to accept disciples and teach the Dharma. He was a senior employee and mentor. He was a middle-level manager in Fuyuan Temple and held a certain position.
At a higher level, you can put on a layer of cassock outside the red monk's robe, either the prison of a cathedral or the first of a cathedral.
As for the supreme abbot of Fuyuan Temple, he can embroider gold edges in the cassock, inlaid seven treasures, and hold a nine-ring tin staff in his hand.
The guardian monk blocked the road, and Fang Dou could still force himself to stay, but the old monk had come forward at the level and had no hope.
Chapter completed!