() Zhang Qiang smiled coldly: "Is it inconvenient to see guests? In that case, it is also inconvenient for him to take back the things he got from the empty auction. Farewell!" After saying that, Zhang Qiang turned around and left.
At this time, the faces of the three monks all changed, especially the big monk. He was calm and composed just now, but when he heard about the things obtained from the empty auction, he could no longer hold his composure and rushed to Zhang Qiang.
, raised his hands and blocked his way.
"Wait! Say what you just said again!" The great monk stared at Zhang Qiang, with a faint murderous look in his eyes.
"I never say my words twice." Zhang Qiang looked at the great monk with an expression as if he were looking at a dead person, "Also, if you don't go away, don't blame me for committing sins in front of the Bodhisattva!"
"You..." The great monk suddenly changed his color. He was about to take action when he heard a long and clear sound of chanting Buddhist chants coming from the temple. Although the sound was not loud, it was very penetrating.
It made the four people's ears buzz.
"Amitabha! Empty realm, let the donor come in!"
"Yes, Great Abbot!" Kong Jing quickly bent down to bow, made a gesture to Zhang Qiang, and said: "Donor, please come with me."
Walking into Jinguang Temple, the solemn and grand Buddhist atmosphere hits your face. There are pilgrims prostrating in front of almost every Buddha statue. In the two huge incense burners in front of the Main Hall, thousands of high-quality incense are burning vigorously, and the clouds are steaming and glowing.
, magnificent!
Kongjing led Zhang Qiang to the most secluded part of the temple, passing through a long path, and a bamboo forest appeared in front of him. A stream gurgled around the bamboo forest, and a small bamboo bridge was built over the stream. After crossing the bridge,
Passing through the bamboo forest, there was an open space ahead.
In the open space, there was a small jingjing built.
At this time, a short old monk stood in front of the jingshe. When he saw Zhang Qiang, he clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the donor came from afar, thank you for your hard work."
Zhang Qiang smiled slightly: "The great abbot is too polite."
"Donor, please sit inside." The old monk's face looked very kind, with deep wrinkles on his face. He looked to be about ninety-nine years old, but he had a very good temperament and a pair of bright eyes.
Walking into the jingjing, the furnishings inside are very simple. A low table, two futons, and nothing else.
The two of them sat down on the futon separately. The old monk smiled and said, "I feel confused, please give me the name of the donor."
"Zhang Qiang."
"It turns out to be Donor Zhang." Jue Mi looked at Zhang Qiang, the smile on his face had disappeared. "Excuse me, if Kong Xing has..."
Zhang Qiang nodded slowly.
"Amitabha." Juemi recited the Buddha's name softly. Although the expression on his face did not change much, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist...
Zhang Qiang raised his hand, put a storage bracelet on the table, and gently pushed it in front of Jue Mi. "Kongxing took this at the Secret Mountain Treasure Hunting Conference. The contents inside are intact. Please give me a thumbs up."
The abbot has seen it."
Juemi stretched out a hand and placed it tremblingly on the storage bracelet. At this moment, it seemed that he could no longer control his emotions, and two lines of old tears slowly fell down.
When Zhang Qiang saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.
It is said that people in Buddhism pay attention to the purity of the six roots and the immobility of the eight winds. But now it seems that even the most eminent monks show their true feelings sometimes.
"Thank you so much, donor Zhang." Putting the storage bracelet into his sleeve, Jue Mi clasped his hands and bowed. Zhang Qiang waved his hand, "You're welcome, Abbot. Since the things have been delivered, I'll take my leave."
As he spoke, Zhang Qiang was about to stand up, but he heard the confused voice say: "Donor Zhang, this poor monk has one more thing to ask me."
"Abbott, it's okay to say it." Zhang Qiang had no choice but to sit back again.
"I heard that the Secret Mountain Treasure Hunting Conference was attacked by the Russians. But what exactly happened and how Kong Xing died? I would like to ask Donor Zhang to inform the poor monk."
Zhang Qiang nodded and told the story of the battle in the castle. He also explained the cause of Kong Xing’s death in detail. When Kong Xing asked him to bring the storage bracelet back to Jinguang Temple and hand it over to the great abbot, Jue Mi
My eyes are red again...
"Donor Zhang is extremely benevolent and righteous. Kong Xing is really entrusted to the right person." Jue Mi's voice was trembling: "If Donor Zhang encounters any difficulties in the future, our Jinguang Temple will do our best to help him."
"No need." Zhang Qiang waved his hand, "It's just a simple task for me, the abbot doesn't need to worry about it."
Jue Mi didn't say anything, but took out a wooden sign from his arms and handed it to Zhang Qiang. "This is the token of the head of the sect. With it, he can command all the disciples of Jinguang Temple. The poor monk gave this token to Donor Zhang and returned it to Zhang Qiang.
I hope I will have the opportunity to repay the benefactor's kindness in the future."
Zhang Qiang looked at the wooden sign and smiled bitterly in his heart.
What's the use of taking this thing? It's not like Jinguang Temple dominates the world, and you can see their people wherever you go. But this is someone else's wish, and maybe the old monk also knows the symbolic meaning of this sign.
It was greater than the actual meaning, so I took it out without hesitation.
Alas, I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obey.
So he took the wooden sign with both hands and took a look at it. On the front of the sign was engraved the three characters "Jinguang Temple" and on the reverse was the word "Chinese Order". The wooden sign looked old and the characters on it were a bit mottled.
It seems that Jue Mi has been with her all year round.
Putting the sign in his arms, Zhang Qiang raised his head and glanced at Jue Mi. Seeing that the old monk had no intention of seeing off the guests, he said, "Great Abbot, what do you think of this incident?"
Jue Mi seemed to be waiting for Zhang Qiang to discuss this issue with him, and hurriedly said: "After much thought, I think it may be related to the Qinling War more than thirty years ago."
"Oh? Did the Great Abbot also participate in the Qinling War?"
"Of course." Jue Mi nodded, "At that time, all the major sects sent people to Qinling, so naturally our Jinguang Temple will not fall behind."
"I heard that there were more than a hundred casualties among the major factions at that time, which shows how tragic the battle was. I also heard that all the orcs were slaughtered, leaving no one alive. Is this true?"
Jue Mi shook his head: "It's true that more than a hundred people died on our side, but not all the orcs were wiped out at that time. One fish escaped the net and escaped into the mountains. Later, it took more than half a month to be killed by Taiyi.
People from the sect found him. At that time, all the major sects had dispersed, so the Taiyi sect dealt with this orc himself. I heard that he was trapped and killed."
"Oh." Zhang Qiang nodded slightly, thought for a while, and then asked: "Great Abbot, do you know what the orcs are going to dig in the Qinling Mountains?"
Jue Mi glanced at Zhang Qiang, but his expression suddenly became hesitant. He lowered his head and considered it before saying, "We haven't figured this out until now. Maybe... we want to steal cultural relics..."
