The caravan slowly arrived at the east gate of Xingqing City. The soldiers guarding the city stopped the caravan and asked, "What are you doing? What's on the car?"
Chai Yuguan stepped forward skillfully and greeted: "Master Jun, we are businessmen from Nanliang, delivering sandalwood to Zhaoti Temple."
As he said that, he put a piece of silver in his hand.
The soldier collected the money, pretended to look at the goods on the car, and said: "Send incense to the Guo Temple, come in!"
The soldiers let go and the caravan entered the city.
The escort Wang Bin said: "The shopkeeper has arrived in the city. Let's take a rest. When we return, let us know that we will be at Jiqing Inn."
Jiqing Inn is the designated inn of Xinglong Escort Bureau, and there are old acquaintances on both sides.
"Thank you, the king's escort chief."
Chai Yuguan thanked him and went to Zhaoti Temple with Long Chen.
"He must be eager to get the reward for the leader."
Zhe Er laughed softly.
Heiyun is a famous bandit in Xixia. He beheaded a big thief and received a lot of reward from the government.
"Bounty comes second, reputation comes first, Xinglong Escort Agency is going to be famous."
Long Chen smiled, he had done Xinglong Escort Bureau a big favor.
When the motorcade arrived at Zhaoti Temple, Long Chen looked up and saw an earthy yellow color. On both sides of the courtyard wall were written: Solemn Land; Li Le Love.
Zhaoti Temple is very large, comparable in size to the royal palace not far away.
There are endless pilgrims and believers at the door, the smoke of burning incense curls up, and the sound of chanting can be heard outside.
Before Chai Yuguan closed the door, he bowed to a monk at the door and said, "Master, I am Chai Yuguan of Nanliang. I am here to deliver sandalwood to the abbot."
The monk recognized Chai Yuguan and returned the greeting: "The abbot is not here, please follow me."
The monk led the way, and Chai Yuguan and Long Chen drove the carriage through the front yard and to the warehouse in the backyard.
A fat monk asked: "Is this the ascetic incense that the abbot asked for?"
The monk frowned and said coldly: "It's sandalwood!"
The fat monk lowered his head and said, "Yes, senior brother, please put it over here."
There is a small room next to the warehouse, which contains many exquisite and luxurious things, and is exclusively used by Monk Kongji.
"Bring in the sandalwood."
The fat monk shouted and watched from the side.
Long Chen and others started working together and carefully placed the box on the ground. The monk who led the way looked at it for a while and then left.
After moving the things, the fat monk said coldly: "For your business, I will be punished by Buddha!"
Chai Yuguan understood instantly, and immediately took out a piece of silver and said respectfully, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Master."
The monk accepted the money, immediately smiled and said, "Well, it's all the abbot's things."
After leaving the warehouse, Chai Yuguan whispered: "Chen'er, as usual I will stay here for two days to worship Buddha. You see..."
Long Chen said: "Uncle, everything is as usual."
Chaiyuguan found the monk's room where the order was posted and asked the monk to stay overnight in the temple.
If you are a monk, you can place your order here, but Chai Yuguan is not a monk, so you can only stay overnight.
Because they were acquaintances, after paying the money, the monk arranged a room for Chai Yuguan and lived with other pilgrims.
After putting down their things, Long Chen let the others rest as they pleased, while he and Zhe'er followed Chai Yuguan around the temple.
First go to the Refuge Hall and worship the Refuge Buddha.
Chai Yuguan burned incense, worshiped very devoutly, chanted silently for a while, and then lit the incense.
Zhe'er laughed softly from the side and said: "Master, the shopkeeper would rather ask the Buddha than you."
Chai Yuguan knew immediately what he was thinking, and he definitely hoped that his son would be safe.
Long Chen has the final say on this matter, what is the use of worshiping Buddha?
After worshiping the Buddha, Chai Yuguan went back to his room to rest, while Long Chen walked around alone.
It was too noisy in front, so Long Chen walked to the backyard.
Wandering to the backyard, it was quite quiet here. According to the existing information, Long Chen walked towards the place where Mojie was imprisoned.
"Who are you? Why did you break in?"
Suddenly a young novice monk walked out of the corner, holding a plate of noodles and a bottle of water.
"You're polite, little master. I'm a businessman from Nanliang. I'm here to deliver sandalwood. It's my first time here and I just walked here casually."
Long Chen smiled and stepped forward to get close.
The little novice monk looked unkind and pretended to say: "This is a forbidden area in the temple. Outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission. Please leave quickly!"
The little novice monk had a shaved head and looked like he deserved a beating. Long Chen wanted to blow his brains out.
"Who are you sending food to, little master? Is there anyone in the forbidden area?"
Long Chen squatted down, flipped his hand, and turned out a colorful glass bead.
"The first time I meet my little master, I treat it as a meeting gift."
The little novice monk was greedy. Children have no resistance to such glass beads.
"This is a valuable thing. Did you give it to me?"
The little novice monk put the plate aside and stared at the glass beads with his eyes.
"Give it to my little master. I will often sell incense to the temple in the future. Please take care of me, my little master."
The little novice monk immediately took the glass bead, played with it in his hand, and said, "It's easy to say. Although I'm not big, I follow the abbot. If you need anything, you can come to me."
Long Chen secretly thought in his heart: You little brat, talk to me like an official.
"Who is this for? Is there anyone else in the backyard?"
"For Senior Brother Mojie..."
The little novice monk immediately shut up, hid the glass beads on his body, and said, "Why do you ask this?"
Long Chen chuckled and said: "Just asking, this is my first time in the temple. I heard that Master Mojie is a senior monk in the temple. How come you are here?"
The little novice didn't want to talk anymore, so he picked up the plate and said, "Go out, this is not the place you should be. If you want to go shopping, wait until I come out and I will take you there."
Long Chen stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, I'll go out right now."
The young novice stood there and waited for Long Chen to go away. Then he carried the things into the small room, opened the door with the key, and sent the things in.
After coming up, he walked to the corner and met Long Chen again: "Why are you still here? Do you need a beating?"
The little novice monk was a little unhappy, but Long Chen smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I'm lost. Could you please take me for a ride, little master?"
The little novice monk muttered: "You are such an adult, and you actually got lost."
After leading him out of the backyard, the little novice monk said: "Just keep going forward, don't get lost again."
Long Chen thanked him, turned around and left.
The little novice shook his head, took out the glass beads from his body and played with them secretly.
In the backyard, Long Chen ducked into the small room, followed the tunnel, and arrived in front of a door.
He took out a bunch of keys, unlocked the door, and walked in.
It was pitch dark inside, and even though it was already summer, the cave was still cold.
With the faint light, Long Chen saw a monk sitting cross-legged in the corner, with a plate of bread and a bottle of water in front of him.
Long Chen walked over, sat opposite the monk, and slowly said: "Master Mojie, long time no see."
The body of the monk who looked like a clay and wood sculpture trembled slightly, his eyes slowly opened, he looked at Long Chen in front of him, and asked in surprise: "General, why are you here?"
Long Chen sighed: "As soon as we say goodbye to the capital, I didn't expect the Master to do this."
"If I had known that Long's distorted scriptures would harm his mind, I wouldn't have shown it to the Master. It's all my fault."
Mojie was weak and his voice was very low.
"The general is wrong. The general's scriptures are wonderful. During these days, the poor monk repeatedly recited and understood them, and his state of mind was as clear as a bronze mirror with Buddha's dust and clouds parting to see the moon."
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