Master Ruokong paused and looked back at Zhang Fan, "I wonder what happened to the donor?"
"I would like to ask Master about the festivals between Huali Temple and Daqing Temple."
Zhang Fan got straight to the point.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Master Ruokong smiled slightly and said, "Those are all things of the past, let them return to dust and dust to dust."
"But I heard from people at Daqing Temple..." Zhang Fan continued.
Before Zhang Fan finished speaking, Master Ruokong took over, "We can't control what other people say, we just have to be ourselves."
"I want to know more about this matter. I wonder if Master Ruokong can tell me in detail."
Zhang Fan said.
Ruokong glanced at Zhang Fan, pondered for a moment, and said: "Okay, I have fulfilled the little benefactor's wish. A hundred years ago, my master saw that the competitiveness of Daqing Temple in all aspects far exceeded us, so he
Our suppression was unsustainable, so we acted with evil intentions and blamed Daqing Temple for doing evil, thereby ruining the reputation of Daqing Temple.
Daqing Temple couldn't bear it any longer, and the abbot came to argue with us. Finally, he took action. Three people on both sides of us died. There is no doubt that this was a tragedy.
Before my master breathed his last, he repented, apologized to the people of Daqing Temple, and warned us that the matter ends here, and we will live in harmony with Daqing Temple in the future. We will abide by my master's last words to this day."
"Now, I have a good relationship with Master Jian Hai of Daqing Temple, and we often discuss Buddhism together."
Master Ruokong continued.
"Master Jian Hai?
What is the relationship between Master Jian Hai and Master Jian Shan?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Master Jian Hai is the younger brother of Master Jian Shan, but their personalities are very different."
Master Ruokong smiled and said.
Jian Shan hated Huali Temple deeply, but Jian Hai became friends with Ruokong, the abbot of Huali Temple. In fact, Master Ruokong is the same generation as the current abbot of Daqing Temple, but his strength is not the same as that of Daqing Temple.
The previous generation was of similar strength, and I have to say that Master Ruokong's talent is quite good.
At this moment, a monk who was about forty years old and whose strength was in the first stage of the second realm quickly came to Ruokong and said: "Master, someone has sent a divine infant here. I hope we can accept it."
"Confirm whether the child died normally. If the child died normally, accept them. If they died abnormally, please take them back.
By the way, you have to warn them that once the divine baby is sent to the temple for worship, it cannot be taken back, so let them think about it."
Ruokong turned around and said to his disciple.
"I understand, Master."
The monk responded, took a look at Zhang Fan, then turned and left.
"Little donor, you should have heard of our custom of enshrining the divine infant, right?"
Ruokong looked back at Zhang Fan and asked with a smile.
"heard about it."
Zhang Fan nodded in response, "However, I have also heard that if the sacred infant is not properly guarded during the worship process and the divine infant escapes from restraint, it will lead to tragedy that harms people."
"That's right, hey..." Ruokong sighed softly, "We have this custom here, and I can't help it. If I change this custom, I guess all the temples in Tai Kingdom will have to come and denounce me, so, I
I don't dare to change this rashly.
All I can do is not to take the initiative to look for the divine infants, and not to use cruel methods to create divine infants. I will try my best to take good care of the divine infants sent by others. My junior brothers in the ninth level of the second realm and I will take turns to follow these
The divine baby is together."
"Besides you two, are there any other strong men in your temple?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"there is none left."
Master Ruokong said calmly, "If it weren't for my junior brother, I'm afraid our temple would be gone now. Jian Shan and I are equally powerful, and my junior brother is stronger than the director of Daqing Temple. Jian Hai has always been neutral and will not help them.
He didn’t help us either, so we have lived in peace for so many years.”
Only then did Zhang Fan finally figure things out.
"Little donor, is there anything else?"
Ruokong asked.
"Nothing else, Master Ruokong, thank you."
Zhang Fan thanked him.
In fact, Zhang Fan should ask Master Ruokong for a photo of Jian Hai, but this is personal privacy, and Master Ruokong probably wouldn't give it to him. It would only add to embarrassment, so Zhang Fan didn't ask for it.
"You're welcome, little benefactor, the poor monk still has something to do. We'll see you again by chance."
Ruokong recited Amitabha to Zhang Fan, then turned and left.
Zhang Fan also turned around and left the temple, sitting down on a stone by the river at the entrance.
Obviously, Jian Hai is the only Qingliu in Daqing Temple who does not collude with other monks. If you want to solve Feng Yong's matter, it is very necessary to talk to him. But Zhang Fan has never seen Jian Hai. Where can he find Jian Hai?
Woolen cloth?
Suddenly, the dark-skinned young monk flashed in Zhang Fan's mind. Not to mention the older monks in Daqing Temple, even those dark-skinned young monks who were the same age were not clean. Only he, and the others
His appearance is different, he has never done anything harmful to the world, and he has never made any dirty money.
Although the young monk looked very young, Zhang Fan knew and had seen something called a human skin mask with his own eyes. This thing was made to the extreme, and the wearer was very powerful and good at disguise, so it was difficult to detect.
Could he be Jian Hai?
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan did not hesitate, stood up and walked to the road. Just when he was about to wave for a taxi, the dark-skinned young monk was walking in his direction. In almost an instant, he was in front of Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan clearly felt the strength of the dark-skinned little monk. Both of his strengths were in the second level of the third realm, which was the same strength as Jian Hai mentioned by Jian Shan and Ruokong.
"Are you Jian Hai?"
Zhang Fan looked at the dark-skinned young monk and raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, I am Jian Hai."
The dark-skinned little monk nodded affirmatively, "Let's sit down and talk..."
Jian Hai pointed to the chair next to him.
"Take off the human skin mask on your face. It's very hot. If you stifle it, you'll get prickly heat."
Zhang Fan said.
Jian Hai was startled at first, then smiled and tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his rather old and fair face, which was covered with sweat stains. Zhang Fan casually handed him two tissues.
"I know your purpose of finding my senior brother and the conditions that my senior brother has put forward for you."
Jian Haidao.
Zhang Fan glanced at Jian Hai and said nothing, waiting for the next step.
"You entered Huali Temple. You must have thoroughly understood what happened back then. Huali Temple has a simple and honest style and is one of the few good temples in our country. I don't want you to help my somewhat crazy senior brother to destroy