There is a curl of green smoke, and the curtains are stacked on top of each other.
As the green lantern candle flickered, a little golden light fell.
In the center of the hall, on a futon, a handsome monk with a jade-like face slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, the originally dark hall shone brightly!
Vaguely, the shadow of the ancient Qingshan Temple appeared behind the monk. When he took a breath, the shadow disappeared.
After adjusting his breath slightly, the monk raised his head and said, "Come in."
The door opened and the old monk walked in.
He clasped his hands together, called the temple master, and then said: "Congratulations to the temple master, you will definitely gain something when you return to meditation."
The handsome monk shook his head and chuckled: "A poor monk is stupid. He has entered the Buddhist kingdom but has no understanding. There is nothing to congratulate. But, senior brother, you have new karma wrapped around you. What happened to you?"
The old monk said: "It has something to do with the reincarnated immortal."
"Is it still a matter of Lu You?" The temple master shook his head gently, "Senior brother, there is no need to worry. Since we have made an agreement, we can just wait for the Kunlun guest to return and we can complete the matter."
"It's not Lu You, but there is another person who is suspected of being a reincarnated immortal." The old monk did not hide anything, and told the story of today's events, and finally said: "Brother, I made a mistake in neglecting the Marquis of Linru County this time.
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The temple master's expression remained unchanged and he said with a smile: "I see. No wonder I just felt the Buddha's light swaying. There was an important guest coming to the door."
The old monk then said: "Reincarnated immortals have their own destiny. They are born outside the world. It is natural for Guishan Temple to be illuminated by the glory of the Buddhist kingdom and be influenced by it. The old monk also discovered that the monarch is surrounded by the thoughts and wishes of the people, and is full of richness.
Extraordinary, but rather gloomy, maybe there is a ghost and evil spirit staring at him."
However, the temple master shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily the case. This is not the only thing that can affect the glory of the Buddhist kingdom. There are many possibilities. Senior brother is stuck in this thought. With the return of the Kunlun guests, it is inevitable that everything will fall on it."
The old monk couldn't help but ask why.
"The world is vast and cannot be generalized. The poor monk mentioned a few examples when he listened to the Master's sermons in the Buddhist kingdom," the temple master said, and then added, "Since the poor monk has left samadhi, he should observe it personally."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
I saw green smoke drifting away in the room, and the Buddha statue deep in the hall shook slightly, revealing a thin layer of light, which then turned into strands of light and flew towards the door.
"..."
The old monk folded his hands silently.
The temple master looked as usual, changed the subject, and said, "You just talked about King An Cheng. It can be big or small."
The old monk was startled, then he didn't look at the wisps of golden light, and nodded and said: "This matter involves a real dragon, so we must not ignore it, but King Ancheng is deeply trusted by this king. Even if he has a plan, it is difficult for us to expose it.
Not to mention, if he goes ahead and slanders us now, it will be our fault."
The temple master pondered for a moment and said: "No problem, just let nature take its course. Since he is in the name of Your Majesty, he will act according to Your Majesty's business. Then the poor monk will invite a few colleagues to watch the ceremony together."
"That's just right." The old monk was slightly reassured, "I retreated first."
After the old monk left, the temple master looked at the wisps of golden light and flicked his fingers.
Ding! Ding!
After two soft sounds in a row, his expression finally changed.
"It's really a state of unfinished reincarnation, and there is a mist in the heart. I'm afraid it's difficult to even enter the dream concept. Could it be that there are really two immortals reincarnated here in Jiankang City?"
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Exhaling slowly, Chen Cuo stopped his work and opened his eyes.
After reciting the whole hundred and eight rounds again, I visualized ghost faces and facial makeup along the way, and the shadow in my mind became a little clearer.
Because I had an experience before, I became more and more comfortable doing two tasks this time. It can be said that I can do it in one go, which is particularly comfortable.
After one hundred and eight rounds of breathing, my whole body is still clear, my lower abdomen is warm, my five senses are sharp, and my thinking is much clearer. Although it is not as good as after taking Tongming Dan, it is still much better than before Guishan Temple.
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After getting up and getting out of bed, Chen Cuo first tried his fists and feet. As expected, his strength increased a lot. Following his thoughts, he moved around the room with all his strength. He was extremely dexterous, as if he had been reborn!
"It has only been a few times of breathing, but it has such an effect! This breathing method is indeed extraordinary. I am afraid that the old beggar is not an ordinary person. I don't know who he is..."
This was what he was thinking in his mind, but Chen Cuo also vaguely guessed that the breathing method may be magical, but it can be so effective in just a few days. Most likely, he is also visualizing facial makeup with himself, and he is here.
Related to Guishan Temple.
But by the way, after I finished vomiting in one breath, I was still hungry.
"When the old beggar took me for the first cycle, he was not so hungry. I also breathed 108 rounds at home, and I could endure it. From this point of view, the method of estimation and visualization,
The strange things in Guishan Temple are connected, and we can use the elimination method after we leave this place."
After thinking about it, he stood up and looked out the window. Thinking that it was not yet time to eat in the temple, he called Chen Hai in and asked him to go to the tidal ditch on both sides to find a tavern and bring some vegetarian dishes.
Unexpectedly, a few novice monks came outside the door, carrying several plates of hot meals.
"The master of my temple has asked me to wait for the food to be delivered later." After bowing, the young novice explained his intention.
Chen Cuo couldn't help being surprised and said: "Thank you very much, the temple master, for your kindness. I would like to express my gratitude to him." He was thinking in his heart, before he had been in contact with the old monk, why did the temple master suddenly come out?
But the main thing at this meeting was to eat, so he restrained his thoughts and waited for the food to be put on the table. When Chen Cuo took a look, it was another surprise.
"There is actually meat?"
"They are all three kinds of pure meat." The little novice monk clasped his hands and took two steps back. "Although we monks are fasting, if the monks in the temple want to practice martial arts, they must not lack meat, otherwise they will not be able to practice."
Chen Cuo nodded and looked at the little novice monk standing a little uneasily. He didn't ask any questions, and he understood somewhat in his heart.
Since Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty, Buddhist temples have established a vegetarian system. Monks no longer eat meat, and Guishan Temple is no exception. However, when monks practice martial arts, most of them practice external skills, beating muscles, bones and skin. They need to use medicated meals and make potions on weekdays.
, if the nutrition cannot keep up, the body will collapse soon, so it is necessary to pick up the tradition of three pure meats again.
What's more, the monks are obviously a violent group in the temple. With the guarantee of force, many real estates and land can be stabilized, so they will naturally invest their money.
Chen Cuo sat down to eat and devoured the meal.
The vegetarian meal before was very delicious, but now it was even more fragrant when combined with meat and white rice. He ate four large bowls of rice in a row and was notified twice before he stopped.
Not only was the little novice monk stunned, but Chen Hai and others were also surprised.
Chen Cuo didn't care about anyone else. After a meal, he was satisfied and sat in the courtyard. He felt really at ease and calm, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Chen Hai and others did not dare to disturb him and retreated one after another.
When Chen Cuo fell asleep, he was in Mengze.
Without stopping, he walked directly to the ghost face mask.
"Sure enough, there has been a change!"
On the edge of the purple mask, there were circles of golden light, like ripples in the water.
Taking a few steps closer, Chen Cuo felt it carefully and found that the feeling of coldness was no longer very obvious, but instead had a grand and profound artistic conception. Then he listened attentively.
Originally, he could hear bursts of whispers around the mask, but now the whispers were still there, and some dense sounds of chanting were added.
In comparison, the vague facial makeup in his mind was not so strange.
"Come Dan!"
Chen Cuo suddenly raised his hand, and a pill appeared out of nowhere in the air. It fell and was caught by him.
Tong Ming Dan.
After swallowing the elixir, his five senses became sharper, so he took two more steps and got closer to the mask, almost at a distance where he could touch the ghost's face with his hand.
Finally, the cold returned, and at the same time a warmth enveloped the body, dispelling the cold; whispers and chanting intertwined in the ears.
"Sure enough, there is some way to the nameless breathing method. Previously, I vaguely felt a golden light approaching. I am afraid that the breathing room attracted the extraordinary power in the temple. This light should be called Buddha's light, but it has a somewhat upright meaning.
, pure and thick, with a warm meaning, while the ghost face is Yin, weird and cold, and the two sides are vaguely opposed. Breathing in the Buddha's light may be able to subdue the coldness of the ghost face! I wonder if it is considered to be refining, and whether I can get a glimpse of the secret...
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As soon as he thought about this, he patted his thigh.
"In short, this Buddhist temple must continue to live in!"