As for the people who went in, their hearts were highly anxious and nervous. No matter what identity, background, or experience Long Xingyun and Qingya had, they all consciously tucked their tails between their legs when they came here, and did not dare to show off in the slightest.
In fact, the Underworld Temple is very simple inside and outside, but for newcomers, it is really difficult to adapt to the atmosphere here. There are so many skulls staring at the black eye sockets, even under the feet. It is strange to be able to adapt, because there are so many people under the bright sun.
A creepy feeling.
A bone temple is made up of countless skeletons. How can normal people live in such a place? Subconsciously, they will think that the people here are abnormal. With the blessing of fame, the psychological pressure it brings to outsiders can be imagined.
The ground where the skulls are piled up is difficult to level. For Qingya, who is wearing a wooden clog with one foot, trying to maintain the balance of his body is a test, even if he does not keep exercising to support his balance.
Bai Yun led the two of them into the main hall, and they met the legendary underworld monk. Even Qingya, who had lived in Haishi for a long time, saw it for the first time. This number one local snake was a bit negligent in his duties, but there was no way, this eminent monk did indeed
He rarely shows up, and it is impossible for ordinary people to meet him. Those who can interact with him are basically big people.
The two of them also saw the octogenarian monks meditating on the left and right sides of the main hall, as if they were withered.
Looking at the position where he was sitting cross-legged and meditating, and then looking at the person Bai Yun was reporting to, he knew that the person sitting cross-legged in the middle was the legendary underworld monk, but he seemed to be younger, but that didn't stop the two of them from saluting quickly.
"Qingya, the descendant of Haishi, pays homage to the master."
"Long Xingyun is carrying the cloud behind Chilan Pavilion, paying homage to the master."
The two of them did not dare to show their respect during the ceremony. They were sitting cross-legged and it was not easy for them to stand and condescend. Long Xingyun knelt down first and bowed down to pay homage.
Qingya saw that he had no choice. It was inconvenient to bind and fix his legs, so he had to drag one of his legs and kneel on his side, as if he was half-prostrate. Anyway, his posture was not very good-looking and looked a bit girly.
The monk slowly opened his eyes after hearing the sound. He first noticed Qingya's strange movements and didn't pay much attention to it. Then his eyes mainly fell on Long Xingyun and asked: "Are you Long Jian's son?"
When Long Xingyun heard this, he thought he roughly understood why people would open their eyes to see him, so he hurriedly bowed and said sincerely: "Yes."
Qingya naturally knew who the "Long Jian" they were talking about was. It was impossible for him not to know the origin of Long Xingyun. It should be noted that Long Jian was the cave master of Qianliu Mountain back then. If he didn't even know this, how could he do it?
Hanging out under Qianliushan's nose?
It’s just that the big cave master didn’t know what happened, and somehow he fell in love with the great sage’s personal maid, and because of love, he took that maid away from Qianliu Mountain to live in seclusion. That maid was Long Xingyun’s.
Mother, the current head of Chilan Pavilion.
As for Long Xingyun's father, Long Jian, it is said that he was liquidated by his enemies after losing the strong protection of Qianliu Mountain, and died not many years after leaving Qianliu Mountain.
But there are also rumors that Long Jian was actually liquidated by the Great Sage of Qianliu Mountain. Otherwise, given Long Jian’s strength, it would be difficult for ordinary people to succeed, because Long Jian cuckolded the Great Sage.
Some things are rumored quite well. It is said that the master of Chilan Pavilion is very beautiful. If she were not very beautiful, how could Long Jian leave Qianliu Mountain for her? How could such a beautiful woman not be able to serve as the personal maid of the Great Sage for many years?
Have you ever had a relationship with a great sage?
According to rumors, she is the maid of the great sage, but in fact she is no different from his lover.
It’s just that there are too many beauties who are willing to take the initiative to pounce on the Great Sage. A so-called beautiful woman, and she is also a maid and servant, why should the Great Sage only pity and love her? It is said that it is precisely for this reason, because of the Great Sage’s
There were many women, so the maid followed Long Jian and left sadly, saying she left with sadness.
Rumor has it that if she hadn't been the lover of the Great Sage, Long Jian wouldn't have had to take her away from Qianliu Mountain. Now that the Great Sage was fulfilled, he could have stayed in Qianliu Mountain. Naturally, he left because he was afraid of the embarrassment of seeing her again.
Rumors are just rumors after all. Whether it is true or false, I am afraid only the person involved knows best.
In short, no matter what, the Great Sage Nian and Long Jian followed him for many years. After his death, he took some care of the orphans and widows he left behind, and this was how the Chilan Pavilion was founded.
But there are rumors that Chilan Pavilion is just a secret palace run by the great sage, and he will still "patronize" the maid occasionally.
Regardless of whether those rumors are true or false, one thing is certain. The background of those who dare to spread such rumors against the Great Sage Qianliu Mountain can be imagined.
No matter what the rumors are, some situations are true. After Long Jian left Qianliu Mountain, there was only the Great Sage in Qianliu Mountain, and there was no longer any big cave master. Regardless of whether anyone left Chaliang, the second and third cave masters of Qianliu Mountain
In terms of seniority, the Fourth Cave Master and the Fifth Cave Master were all younger brothers in front of Long Xingyun's father. Long Xingyun was regarded as the nephew of these people. As for how much care he could get is another matter, at least the superficial background was there.
At this time, the monk slowly moved the rosary beads in his hand again, "The poor monk and your father are old acquaintances. When the poor monk first entered the Buddhist monk's ordination, your father once observed the ceremony in this hall. After many years, we have become old friends.
Passed away, only lamenting the impermanence of things in the world."
Long Xingyun was somewhat stunned. He only knew that his father might have known this man back then, but he had never heard of any friendship between his father and this underworld monk. Of course, he was still young when his father died and had no chance to ask.
, the key point is that I have never heard my mother talk about it. When chatting, my mother only said that she once wanted to visit the Hades Temple but was turned away. It feels like my father never told my mother this before he was alive.
He did not expect that his father would actually witness the process of this dark monk becoming a monk.
He increasingly thought that the other party was letting him in because of his father's sake. He knelt there and bowed quickly, saying respectfully: "My father passed away early, and I don't know this past, otherwise I would have come to pay a visit to the master earlier.
"
Qingya on the side was only slightly surprised by this, but not too surprised. In his opinion, Qianliu Mountain was once a person who was inferior to one person and outnumbered ten thousand people. Isn't it normal for him to meet the underworld monk?
The underworld monk smiled faintly and asked directly without saying anything else: "The son of an old friend came to visit unexpectedly. Is there something wrong?"
This question was really too direct. Long Xingyun didn't know how to answer it. He glanced at Qingya from the corner of his eyes. He didn't know how he heard this person come here in a daze. Now looking back and thinking about it, he felt...
Puzzled.
Why should I tell Ming Si not to help Ash Heng?
How could Mingsi listen to me?
He suddenly felt that his trip was a bit nonsense, and he didn't know how to end it. If he continued with his purpose, he would be fooling around. If he didn't continue, he would shrink back like this, and he seemed to be afraid to even open his mouth, fearing that Qingya would be looked down upon again.
Seeing that he was a little hesitant, Qingya guessed his concerns and immediately helped: "Master, Master Long is here for Ash Heng's matter."
He was afraid that Long Xingyun would say something about retiring, which would make it difficult to reverse the words, so he simply put Long Xingyun on the shelf first. Anyway, Yinshanhe was not here, and based on the young pavilion master's experience of being fully protected, it was obvious
Nothing comes out.
The monk's eyes fell on Qingya's face and he replied, "He is gone and he is no longer here."
Qingya looked at Long Xingyun's hesitant expression and thought of his godmother's explanation and entered the underworld temple again. He suddenly gained some confidence and simply spoke directly: "Master, although the young master of the pavilion is Ash Heng
However, I did not come to see him, but in fact, I came to see you, Master."
As soon as these words came out, Long Xingyun was secretly frightened.
The underworld monk said oh, as if he was waiting for the next step.
Qingya was also secretly nervous, but he still said bravely: "I heard that the master has a good relationship with Ash Heng, but Master Long has a grudge against Ash Heng. Master Long is worried that he will offend the Ming Temple.
I am happy, so I came to ask Master to show mercy and forgive me."
The monk's eyes fell on Long Xingyun's face again, "The grudges between you young people have nothing to do with the poor monk. How can the poor monk say 'forgive' to you?"
After hearing this, Long Xingyun and Qingya looked at each other.
Qingya continued: "I heard that Ash Heng had something happen to him in Zhenhai Division before. It was Ming Temple who helped Ash Heng. The master of Ruolong Pavilion had a conflict with Ash Heng..." He looked at it with helpless eyes.
, as if he hoped the other party would understand.
The underworld monk stopped talking to them. He reached for a golden bowl beside him and placed it in front of him. He took out a golden gold coin and showed both sides to the two of them. On one side was a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating.
, one side is engraved with the Temple of the Underworld, and the pattern is lifelike.
When Qingya and Long Xingyun were confused, the monk had already thrown out the gold coin, and the gold coin landed on a skull on the ground, spinning rapidly.
Before anyone could react to what was going on, the monk had already thrown the golden bowl in front of him and flew it away. With a bang, the golden bowl hit the rotating gold coins, stopping them and suppressing them at the bottom of the bowl.
"The pure place of Buddhism will eventually be ups and downs in the human world, and the Sweeping Temple is also unavoidable. On the one hand, it is entrusted by secular brothers to take care of it, and on the other hand, the sons of old friends come to visit and look forward to it, just like the two sides of this gold coin. The 'monk' and the 'temple' under the golden bowl.
, which side is up, the Young Pavilion Master chooses by himself, and everything is left to fate. If you choose it, it will be as you wish, if you don't, you will restrain yourself and not act rashly."
The monk explained clearly, regardless of whether the visitor was willing to accept his conditions or not, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, indicating to Long Xingyun to guess which side of the gold coin was facing up.
The two visitors looked at each other. Isn't this just gambling on luck?
However, the fact that the monks could do this was considered tolerant, and they did not dare to bargain any more.
It's just that Qingya is a little bit murmuring in his heart. It seems that although the relationship between the godmother and the other side can communicate, it can't make Mingsi completely comply. But this is normal. Even the great sage of Qianliu Mountain has to give face to Mingsi. Godmother
How can it be forced?
However, for Long Xingyun, Monk Ming was extremely merciful by doing this, and the result was beyond his imagination.
At the same time, it also made him feel relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief. He had given his father face. Even if he guessed wrong, he had a chance to stand in front of Qingya.
Therefore, without any hesitation, he directly put his palms together, bowed to the monk in the underworld, bowed and said, "Junior, guess 'monk'."
Look like I respect you as a monk.
Of course, he did respect them in his heart at this time. After all, their status was very different, and they didn't make things difficult for him at all.
Upon hearing that the choice was made so quickly, Qingya immediately widened his eyes and waited for the result.
The white clouds in the sky on both sides looked curious, but the old monks sitting cross-legged on both sides showed no reaction.
The underworld monk smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to signal Long Xingyun to reveal the answer himself.
In this case, Long Xingyun was not polite, stretched out his hands to hold the golden bowl, slowly picked it up, and tilted his head with Qingya to find the answer below.
The golden bowl was moved away, and the suppressed gold coin slowly revealed its upward appearance, with a statue of a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating impressively engraved on it.
Long Xingyun was suddenly surprised, and he and Qingya looked at Ming Monk's reaction together. They watched eagerly without daring to disturb him, wondering if the other party would break his promise.
The Ming Monk smiled, "No matter how the grudge between the Young Pavilion Master and the Tanhua Lang is resolved, from now on, let it be fate. The Ming Temple will not interfere. In this pure place of Buddhism, there will be no visitors, so go!"
In this case, Long Xingyun and Qingya couldn't force themselves to say anything, so they could only politely thank them, and then stood up to leave.
Baiyun went to see off the guests.
Changkong squatted down and picked up the golden bowl, then reached out to collect the gold coin on the ground. Unexpectedly, before his fingers touched it, the gold coin turned into a blur of light and shadow, and then disappeared out of thin air.