When he arrived in the city, Jingzhou walked leisurely.
But I saw pedestrians coming and going, it was very prosperous, and it had a different scenery than the Great Song Dynasty City.
After wandering around the city for a while and experiencing the strange customs, Jingzhou used a piece of silver to find someone to ask around and found out where Tianlong Temple was.
Although the Tianlong Temple is a royal temple in Dali, it is not in Dali City. Instead, it is located to the north of Zhongyue Peak in Dian Cang Mountain outside the city. It has Cang Mountain on its back and faces the Er River. It is extremely strategic. Although the place is a bit remote, it is very easy to find.
Just ask the people nearby and you will know where Tianlong Temple is located.
Jingzhou traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers, walking around and looking around. After leaving Dali City and walking for about a cup of tea, he saw a pagoda in front of him.
This tower was extremely majestic. In terms of height alone, it was probably twenty or thirty feet tall. Now he finally understood why the guide said that he could see it just by walking a little further.
The location of Tenryuji Temple.
When he arrived in front of Tianlong Temple, Jing Zhou even sighed that the temple was huge in scale and beautifully constructed. It was probably not much worse than the Shaolin Temple.
There are many people in Dali worshiping Buddha, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to worship at this time. Even standing outside the temple, still some distance away from Tianlong Temple, he can see the smell of incense lingering in the temple.
The sandalwood smells tangy, and the green smoke lingers above the temple for a long time. In terms of incense alone, Tianlong Temple is probably more abundant than Shaolin.
Jing Zhou waved his folding fan slightly and followed the pilgrims inside.
At this time, I am afraid that Tianlong Temple has not received the invitation from Jiumozhi, otherwise the temple would have been closed and on guard.
Entering Tianlong Temple, the temple seemed even more magnificent. Jingzhou counted six or seven tall buildings, more than ten halls, and over a hundred buildings.
The most eye-catching thing is that there are three tall towers in the temple that reach into the sky. Each one is dozens of stories high, which is extremely spectacular.
It seems that the royal Duan family probably spent a lot of money in Tianlong Temple.
He was dressed in jade robes and dressed like a noble prince, and was very conspicuous in the temple. After a while, a young monk came over, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, the donor, do you want the young monk to take you on a tour?"
"This will help you, young master." Jingzhou said, and followed the young monk around the temple.
The scale of Tianlong Temple is really not as large as that of a small country like Dali. If he wanders around and wants to sort out the places where he has stepped, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort. At this moment, a monk comes and offers to take him around.
, just in line with Jing Zhou’s wishes.
The young monk explained as he walked: "This temple was originally called Chongsheng Temple, but the people of Dali called it Guan. Over time, people only knew Tianlong Temple."
After saying this, he turned his head and his eyes happened to look at the folding fan in Jing Zhou's hand with a beautiful face painted on it.
"What a beautiful person~"
The young monk's heart skipped a beat when he saw a few beautiful figures on the fan, which were lifelike, affectionate, angry and smiling, all of which were attractive to people's hearts.
Especially the woman in red in the middle, with charming eyes, silk dancing in her hands, and fluttering clothes, as if she was about to fly out of the fan, which made his heart beat fast.
"Little master, is your daughter beautiful?"
Suddenly, a soft word came to the little monk's ear. Without thinking about it, he immediately said: "Beautiful!"
"Hahaha, my little master is honest. Monks don't tell lies."
After "Beautiful" came out of his mouth, the young monk realized what he said, and his ears immediately turned red.
"Amitabha, sin, sin!"
After reading several verses in a row, the young monk still felt a little stirred in his heart. He immediately turned around, not daring to look at the beauty in the folding fan.
The young monk held the woman in red in his heart, pointed forward with his hand, and introduced: "Those three pagodas were built in the early Tang Dynasty. Each of them is more than two hundred feet high. They are the first of the five treasures of this temple."
"Oh, it turns out to be the first of the five treasures." Jingzhou unfolded his folding fan and said with a smile, "I would like to ask the young master to explain what the five treasures are."
The young monk scratched his head in embarrassment and said hesitantly: "The young monk has very little knowledge. He only knows about the Pagoda Buddhist Sutra. He doesn't know anything more specific."
Jingzhou understood and stopped pestering the young monk. He thought that this Buddhist scripture should be something similar to the Shaolin Yi Jin Sutra, the Tantric Mahamudra, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.
Although there are many members of the Duan family in Tianlong Temple, and most of the monks are accustomed to having a yang finger, this temple, which has been passed down for a long time, must have its own unique skills.
Although these special skills are good, Jingzhou is not interested in them. In the original work, the old monk Kurong practiced Zen and reached a state of half withered and half prosperous. His face was half as old as tree bark and half as tender as a baby. It was not only weird, but also
It's scary, no matter how powerful this technique is, Jing Zhou is not interested in it.
Moreover, there are too many secret words in Buddhist exercises. For those who are not proficient in Buddhism, forcing them to practice is just asking for trouble. The deeper they practice, the greater the hidden dangers. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are excellent examples.
Even Jiumozhi, although he was proficient in Buddhism and could practice the seventy-two unique skills, and later even practiced the Yi Jin Jing, but he did not have the compassion of a monk, he was always competitive, his mind was in conflict with the Buddhist skills, and in the end he failed
It was inevitable that he would become obsessed and have his inner strength sucked away by Duan Yu.
As for the Six Meridians Divine Sword, you must take a look.
This martial art uses tyrannical internal force to push out the sword energy, which is colorless and invisible, and can be pushed forward regardless of strength. It is also known as "the best swordsmanship in the world".
If Duan Yu hadn't been able to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword at times, and couldn't use it as he pleased, how could he have been captured by Jiumozhi?
I don’t know what level Duan Siping, who created this technique back then, has reached and how powerful he is!
After following the young monk for a long time, Jing Zhou arrived at the Main Hall. Seeing a merit box placed nearby, Jing Zhou took out an embroidery bag from his waist, poured out a small handful of golden melon seeds and put it in.
When the young monk saw the golden melon seeds, his heart was beating wildly. In the past, many dignitaries had come to donate sesame oil money, but this gold, except for a few people such as the Dali royal family, was rarely donated.
Moreover, he didn’t know how the melon seeds were carved, but they were so lifelike that they looked as if they were real. This opened his eyes even more, and he thought to himself, “This noble young man really has a Buddha in his heart.”
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Buddhism. Tomorrow is the day when the great uncle of the Master of Buddhism will give a lecture. If the donor is convenient, he can just catch up and attend the lecture."
If he really wanted to sleep, someone would come and bring him a pillow. Jingzhou immediately said, "That will help me, little master."
I followed the young monk for a while and walked around the Qingdu Yaotai, Wanweijing, Doumu Palace, Sanyuan Palace, Tusita Temple, Yuhuayuan, and Prajna Terrace. Everywhere was magnificent and magnificent. I almost stayed in Tianlong.
After walking around the temple for a while, Jingzhou followed the young monk to the guest room.
I don't know if it was because he donated more sesame oil money, but Jingzhou's treatment was top-notch. Even in the guest room, there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
He had nothing to do, and it was not convenient to practice martial arts at this time, so he picked up a pen from the table, took another Buddhist scripture, and started copying it.
After all, when you go to a temple, paying for sesame oil is a matter of your heart and dignity and cannot be ignored. The pretense of copying books is a matter of face.
"Donor, this is the Zen tea unique to this temple."
There was a soft knock from the concierge, and the young monk opened the door and came in, holding a pallet in his hand. There was a teapot and a teacup on the pallet.
"It turns out that the donor was copying Buddhist scriptures, but no one has touched this piece of writing for a long time."
He put the tea on the table and said: "The donor really has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. The young monk has received many noble people. Although some people read the Buddhist scriptures placed in the living room, only a few of them were copied by the donor like the donor.
Just people."
Seeing Jingzhou writing pen and ink at the table next to him, the young monk came over.
He first glanced at the folding fan next to the inkstone, and suddenly the beautiful image appeared in the young monk's mind again. He was so frightened that he quickly turned his head and turned his attention to the Buddhist scriptures copied on the rice paper.
For some reason, the beauty on the fan seemed to have a kind of magical power that made him fall into a trance after just one glance. If he hadn't been fasting and chanting Buddha since he was a child, his soul would have been attracted by that indescribable figure.