Climbing over the wall and overturning the courtyard was really not a problem for Xue Poye. Moreover, although the wall of Lingyin Temple was thick and wide, it was not high. Xue Poye climbed over the wall without much effort.
I looked around and found that I entered a small courtyard with three rooms connected with ancient wood. In front of the house, there were piles of firewood and rice, as if they were used for burning fires. After thinking about it for a while, I immediately understood.
This is a woodshed.
He walked forward quietly leaning against the wall, and looked into the first room through the window. It was filled with firewood, but there were no monks.
Xue Poye breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move forward when he suddenly heard two snores. The snores were very loud in his ears. He was startled and stood still. He looked around, but there was no one there. It was strange.
Suddenly, the snoring sounded again. Xue Poye held his breath and looked around, only to see two monks sleeping on the wall. They both had a stick in their hands, which was dark and shiny.
, even though he fell asleep, he didn’t let go of the stick.
The two people were so close that Xue Poye would step on them if he took only two steps. Judging from the appearance of the two of them, they seemed to be really guarding the middle room. However, the windows of the middle room were closed tightly and covered with wooden boards.
Crucified, the situation inside cannot be clearly seen, and no movement can be heard from inside.
Xue Poye frowned, doubts rising in his heart. He wondered what was inside, and was suddenly startled: "Damn, there's no way there's a fairy in there!" He felt in his heart that it was very possible.
Before Xue Poye threw away the stick in his hand, he gritted his teeth and prepared to beat the two men to sleep before entering the house to check. He raised the stick, but before he could strike it down, he heard footsteps outside the yard.
Xue Poye ran to the firewood pile without hesitation, squatted down, and hid behind the firewood pile. He just hoped that the person coming was not coming to chop firewood, otherwise his whereabouts would be exposed, and the monks would not know about it.
How to handle yourself.
The door of the courtyard opened, and a monk in gray clothes entered the courtyard. The monk was nearly middle-aged, and he had a full beard. He had a rather fierce appearance, which was far from the compassionate and benevolent image of the Legalists.
He carried the rice bucket into the yard, turned back and closed it tightly. Then he approached the house and saw two guardian monks sleeping soundly and snoring. He quickly stepped forward, kicked them several times, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Bastard, bastard, don't you want to live?" He looked frustrated and angry.
The two monks woke up immediately. When they saw the middle-aged monk with beards, they panicked and hurriedly got up. Their voices trembled: Fu... We were so sleepy that we fell asleep without realizing it...!"
The middle-aged monk cursed in a low voice: "You two little bastards, if he finds out, do you still want to live?"
The two guardian monks begged repeatedly: "Master, please don't tell him, otherwise... otherwise we will really have no way to survive!"
Xue Poye frowned, extremely confused, and thought: "Who is he in their mouth? It seems that these people are extremely afraid of him, very scared!"
The middle-aged monk sighed and said in a deep voice: "Don't make a mistake next time. If the people inside run away, we will be completely ruined. Not only will you be stripped to pieces, but I will also be punished with three knives and six holes."
,No carelessness, no carelessness!”
The two guardian monks said yes repeatedly.
Finally, a monk asked: "Master, how long do we have to keep guarding? It has been so long, why is there no result yet?"
The middle-aged monk shouted coldly: "Is this something you can ask? Just keep an eye on me honestly. Don't ask any questions about things you shouldn't know. This mouth is for eating, not talking."
Xue Poye breathed a sigh of relief. The guardian monk said he had been guarding him for a long time, and the little fairy had just left today. Naturally, there was no little fairy inside, but it was very strange. Why was there such a weird thing in Lingyin Temple?
Who is imprisoned in the house?
The middle-aged monk handed the rice bucket in his hand to a monk to go in and let him eat enough, but not to starve to death!"
The monk hurriedly took the rice bucket, and the other monk took out the key and opened the door. The monk carrying the rice bucket quickly walked in, and the middle-aged monk also went in. After the two of them entered, the monk outside closed the door.
Xue Poye huddled behind the firewood pile and frowned. The actions of these three monks were too weird. What on earth were they doing?
While I was wondering, I suddenly heard a scream coming from the room: "Help!" But immediately after the scream, there was no sound. I don't know if he was covered or knocked unconscious.
Xue Poye heard it clearly. The voice was obviously a man's voice, and he was even more relieved. The little fairy would not make such a voice.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and the monk outside hurriedly opened the door. The middle-aged monk and another guardian monk came out one after another, and the door was locked again.
The boy is really desperate!" The guardian monk came out of the room with an angry look on his face, obviously the cry for help just now angered him.
The middle-aged monk said solemnly: "You guys should keep an eye on me. If something goes wrong, I'll be the first to chop you alive, so there's no need for him to do anything!"
The two guardian monks immediately said yes with fear.
The middle-aged monk then left with his rice pail.
Seeing the middle-aged monk walking away, a monk immediately cursed: "Yuandu, I asked you to watch, but you fell asleep anyway, and the master didn't even know he was here."
Another guardian monk immediately said indignantly: "We agreed that everyone would sleep for an hour and take turns. You slept for an hour without waking up. I was sleepy, so I fell asleep. I said Yuan Hai, and you still said this was mine.
Wrong!"
Yuan Hai said fiercely: "You didn't know how to wake me up and caused me to be scolded by the master, you idiot!"
Yuan Du was obviously not a good person, so he said sternly: "Who are you scolding?"
Yuan Hai said disdainfully: "I'm just scolding you. What's wrong? You still want to take action? Let me tell you, your kung fu is still far behind mine!"
Yuandu held the ring stick horizontally, gritted his teeth, puffed out his cheeks, and looked like he was fighting to the death.
Xue Poye sighed inwardly. There was no trace of a monk here. The Buddhist discipline of fighting and impatience was probably thrown out of the window. But thinking about it, he felt relieved. These two people didn't look like real Buddhist disciples.
This behavior is normal.
Yuan Hai snorted coldly and said calmly: "Keep an eye on the people inside. If they run away, even if you and I run to the ends of the earth, we will be caught, skinned and boned. Then it won't be too late for you to act like a hero!" After that, he said,
Gu Zidi leaned down in the corner, looking sleepy.
Yuan Du suppressed his anger and leaned down at the corner.
Xue Poye hid behind the firewood pile, but found a huge problem before him. If these two boys didn't sleep, how could he leave here?
Even if he endures cold and hunger until tomorrow morning, his whereabouts will definitely be discovered when daylight comes.
While I was frowning and thinking hard about my plan, I heard another "dong-dong" sound coming from the house. Although there was no shouting, it was still quite loud.
Yuan Hai got up and cursed: "This son of a bitch won't leave anyone alone. Yuan Du, open the door. Let's go take care of him and let him sleep well!"
Yuan Du was holding back his anger. After hearing what he said, without saying a word, he opened the door and rushed in. Yuan Hai followed closely. When Xue Poye saw this great opportunity, he ran like a monkey without hesitation.
After getting out of the firewood pile, he ran to the courtyard door, carefully opened the latch, then went out, and then carefully closed the door.
He knew that the door was bolted from the inside, and he had no ability to fasten it from the outside. He just hoped that the two guardian monks would think that he was negligent.
As soon as he closed the door, he heard a faint muffled sound coming from inside. The sound was extremely painful, but his mouth was sealed and he couldn't scream.
Xue Poye sighed. This dear man had suffered greatly in the Buddhist holy land. He only hoped that the Buddha would be merciful and allow his spirit to be comforted.
It was a misty night, and Lingyin Temple was quiet.
As soon as you see it, you can see several pagodas standing tall and straight, like several gray swords piercing the sky.
Lingyin Temple is one of the famous Buddhist temples. Although it is not as grand as Shaolin, it is still majestic. It is said that there are nearly two thousand monks, practicing Buddhism and shining brightly.
Ancient trees and strong pine trees stand on both sides, and the ravines are green at dusk. I occasionally hear the sound of the golden Buddha's call.
Xue Poye walked forward along the path. The temple was winding and winding. It was very big. He walked around and didn't know where he was. It was so dark that he got lost.
"My God!" Xue Poye cursed secretly. He looked up and saw an extremely majestic hall standing not far in front, with a single floor and three stacks of double eaves, and it was majestic.
Xue Poye took a closer look and saw that on the red plaque outside the main hall, the four characters "Mainxiong Palace" were suddenly written. The characters were like dragons and snakes, and they were majestic.
Xue Poye looked around and found that there was no one next to the Main Hall. Only the Main Hall stood quietly, which was very strange.
Xue Poye frowned, touched his nose, raised his feet and climbed up the jade steps, walking slowly up.
The Main Hall is the largest building in Lingyin Temple and has the highest steps. Xue Poye finally climbed onto the smooth and flat stone platform, walked quickly and stepped into the tall and wide main entrance.
A scent of sandalwood comes to your nose, and when you smell it, it is even more comfortable than the scent of flowers.
On the front is a lotus-seat statue of Sakyamuni, with a wonderful and solemn shape, dignified and dignified, majestic and kind-looking, and very charming.
Yellow neon ancient curtain, a Buddhist atmosphere.
I heard the sound of banging wooden fish in my ears, so I followed the sound and saw a monk under the bill in front of the Buddha statue, banging wooden fish and chanting sutras.
The monk wore a large yellow cassock and carried thick Buddha beads. There were dots of Buddha seals on his bald head.
Xue Poye squinted his eyes and took two steps. When he looked sideways, he saw that he was an old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows. He had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He really looked like an eminent monk.
Xue Poye coughed twice, put his hands together and said, "Hello, Master!"
The monk stopped talking, turned around, looked at Xue Poye for a moment, and said with his hands together: "It's getting late, but the donor still has the heart to worship the Buddha. I admire him, Amitabha!"
Xue Poye chuckled, "Master is so pious, isn't he still chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha at such a late hour!"
The monk remained calm and suddenly asked: "How did the donor come up the mountain?"
Xue Poye was stunned for a moment, but immediately smiled and said: "If you want to worship Buddha, there is no way. If you want to worship Buddha, no one can stop you."
"Amitabha, the benefactor's name is Zhuji, I have been taught!" The monk bowed again, and it really looked like he had been taught.
Xue Poye saw that he was kind and kind-hearted, not like a bad person. He knelt down and said with a smile: "Master, do you dare to ask for the Dharma name?"
"Lao Na Dayuan!" the monk said calmly: "I am ashamed to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple!"
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