"My mother-in-law can't help but blame me for coming to my temple."
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Chen Yuan curiously watched this scene and turned his head to look at the corner of the courtyard wall. The young man stood up with difficulty while holding on to the wall. He held his stomach and staggered towards the mountain path. His steps were frivolous and he missed the mark with one foot. He rushed towards the stone steps below.
, when the collar tightened, I felt like someone was pulling me back.
The man turned around and saw Chen Yuan, also young and plainly dressed, dragging him back with a smile.
"Thank you, brother."
The man simply thanked him and went down the mountain without looking back.
"Why are you looking for your wife in Lingyun Temple?"
Chen Yuan looked at the back of the man who had walked more than ten steps and asked his doubts. The man's body trembled, and his hand holding the handrail tightened tightly.
He looked at the mountain stream outside the railing, took a few breaths, and turned to look at Chen Yuan: "Brother, you'd better not worship this temple!"
After saying that, he went straight down the mountain. Chen Yuan watched his figure disappear, and felt strange in his heart. Could it be that Lingyun Temple was not only greedy for money, but also kidnapped other people's wives and daughters?
Before returning to the temple, they sat back in the bullock cart and distributed the dry food prepared to the master. The master and the apprentice stayed on the bullock cart and watched the sky get darker little by little. Occasionally, they would transfer a little mana to the white snake in their sleeves.
Reduce the pain and make her feel better.
The pilgrims in the temple had almost left, and some stayed in the temple to chant sutras and listen to sermons. Seeing that the temple gate was about to close, Chen Yuan couldn't help but get out of the car and went over to ask the abbot of the temple if he was free.
This time, Chen Yuan touched a piece of broken silver and gave it to the Zhike monk, and a smile appeared on the latter's face.
"Return to the donor, please wait here for now. The young monk will go and inform you soon."
Looking at the monks leaving, Chen Yuan couldn't help but sigh. The dignified Jindan monk actually had to bribe him with money in order to see the abbot here. Not long after, the guest monk came back and made an invitation gesture, asking Chen Yuan to follow him.
He went to the side hall called Feiyun and waited in the wing.
Not long after a monk poured tea and left, an old monk wearing a cassock and a long gray beard walked in, twirling Buddhist beads. He was bloated and fat, but his eyes were bright and there was a faint light shining out. He was a practicing man.
"It turns out we are fellow monks, Lao Monk Linghui." When he saw Chen Yuan, the old monk smiled broadly, twirled his Buddhist beads, walked over to the opposite futon and sat down cross-legged, "I've kept the donor waiting for a long time. Why did you come to Lingyun Temple?"
"Abbott, my Excellency, Chen Yuan, came from Luodu. I do have something to ask of you."
Chen Yuan didn't want to beat around the bush, and after a few words of greeting, he went straight to the point, "I have a spiritual pet who is injured and missing one eye. I heard that Lingyun Baosha is auspicious and there is a magic weapon that can bring life to rotten flesh. I wonder if you can lend it to me?"
The old monk closed his eyes and breathed, and did not answer directly. Instead, he shouted the Buddha's name before speaking.
"God was inspired by the virtue of my spirit cloud and gave me treasures in the treasure temple to save all sentient beings in danger. The Nine Life Pearl can heal the vitality of bones and regenerate rotten flesh, but it is too precious and should not be shown to others easily."
"Abbott, I came from afar and didn't bring much money with me. I only have one hundred taels to add some sesame oil."
"How much money you have, it all depends on the benefactor's will."
"Can that be..."
The old monk shook his head: "No, the Nine Lives Pearl is the most precious treasure of our temple." After saying that, he stood up and walked to the door and bowed vertically, indicating that Chen Yuan could leave.
Sure enough, just like what the Heavenly Master said, he was not willing to help at all.
"Abbott!"
After walking out of the wing, Chen Yuan still looked back at the old monk under the eaves: "Monks are compassionate and save all sentient beings. Why do they have treasures but refuse to heal those in need? Just now I said that God gave the temple treasures to save all sentient beings in danger. Why?
Is there no way to save him now? I once saw a monk from Wanfo Temple who hates evil as much as he hates it and dares to do anything. Why is it that when he comes here, he doesn’t have compassion, but is greedy everywhere?"
"His temple is his temple, donors cannot be confused with each other, please."
"Farewell!"
Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk more, Chen Yuan had to turn around and walk out of the temple. If it were other sects who kept the magic weapon without taking it out, it would be selfish, which is understandable, but Buddhists, who talk about compassion, are not compassionate.
The incident made him feel a little uncomfortable.
'It seems that we still have to go to Chengyun Gate. Didn't the Heavenly Master say that they would have a solution?'
When I stepped out of the temple door, in the darkness, a figure walked up step by step from the stone steps. When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was the young man at dusk. At this time, he had a sharp knife in his hand, and he looked at him fiercely.
Looking at the monk next to Chen Yuan.
The other party was approaching the stone steps, and the moment when Zhike Monk raised his face, Chen Yuan suddenly stepped out of the eaves first, snatched the sharp knife from the young man's hand without leaving a trace, and pulled the other person to the bullock cart, holding the reins.
Just go down the mountain.
If this young man were to enter the temple, he might be able to kill two ordinary monks, but if there were more people behind him, his opponent would be dead.
"Brother, give me the knife back!"
The man smelled of alcohol and tried to break free, but he couldn't. He was almost halfway up the mountain and far away from Lingyun Temple. His wrist loosened and he stumbled against the guardrail. He looked at the general in front of him with red eyes.
Chen Yuan, who had been brought down the mountain by himself, became fierce again after the fierceness just now passed. He squatted on the ground and buried his face in tears.
"Why are you stopping me!? I just want to find my wife, why don't you let me in!"
"Why are you like this?"
Chen Yuan picked a leaf and suddenly turned it into a silk handkerchief in his hand and handed it over. The crazy old man in the car also followed the example and picked a few leaves, but he couldn't change it. Instead, he blew a few leaves away.
It burned.
Over there, the man with his face buried did not see this scene. He just sniffed, accepted the handkerchief, and wiped his tears and nose.
After a while, after Chen Yuan inquired, he learned that the man's name was Wang Shun. He was a foreigner. He had brought a cart of goods here to do business. He had two children at home, and they were left to two old people to take care of him. He and his wife
She sells goods outside all year round. Although she is not very rich, she still lives a comfortable life. Because she does not have to work, her wife is fair and fair. She occasionally buys some rouge and gouache, which makes her look much more beautiful than ordinary people.
A few days ago, the couple came here to sell the goods they brought from their hometown. My wife likes to worship in temples, and she used to go to temples in various places to pray for safety on the way and to earn more money.
Hearing that Lingyun Temple was efficacious, he wanted to come over. The husband was relieved, but after sending his wife up the mountain early in the morning, he went to a nearby village to sell her goods. When he returned to the inn in the afternoon, he did not find the woman coming back.
Wang Shun panicked, so he went up the mountain to the temple to ask, but the monk in the temple insisted that no woman stayed here, let alone appeared.
Wang Shun believed it at first, but on the way back, he found one of his wife's shoes in the grass. The grass also had traces of being dragged. Following the trace, he found the mountain behind the temple, but there was a small door there.
It's impossible to get in.
"I went to make trouble and search, but they beat me up... I went to report it to the officials, but the officials just prepared a case and ignored it!" The man became more and more angry as he spoke, grabbing his hair and pulling hard, "It's all my fault.
It’s useless… If I had known earlier, I should have accompanied her here… This is not a good temple, why not Lingyun Temple!”
Wang Shun took a breath at the top of the stone steps: "It's the Zuiyun Temple. It hides filth and evil. I thought I didn't know that the spiritual tablet of Yuejie is also enshrined in the temple!!"
The night wind blew through the mountain road, Chen Yuan frowned and his voice deepened.
"In Lingyun Temple?"
Seeing Chen Yuan's expression, the man was slightly frightened. He swallowed his saliva and nodded: "...When I came here for the first time, they didn't prepare for me and rushed to a side hall behind the main hall. There was a Buddha statue in it.
Behind the back... I saw several spiritual tablets with the names of barbarians written on them... This statement is absolutely true!"
"It seems that I don't have to go to Chengyunmen anymore."
As the wind blew over, Wang Shun felt a chill coming from the man beside him, making him shiver.
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I caught a cold due to the spring breeze, and my eyes and nose ran with tears... It was so annoying.
It'll be better tomorrow, so I'll update it soon, and I'll add more along the way!