Chapter 6 Wuzhuang Temple gives away ten pounds of leaves
Zhen Yuanzi, wearing a green robe and long beard, stood in front of the gate of Wuzhuang Temple. He said to Manjusri with a kind face: "I, a Qingfeng boy, have no rules and talk nonsense. My two nephews, please don't take it to heart. The sage is on behalf of heaven."
His talents and talents span the past and present, and we all admire him deeply."
"Senior, you're welcome. Qingfeng is more lively. He's just joking with the monsters. I came to disturb you and made you more troubled." Manjusri said respectfully, pulling Samantabhadra to greet Zhen Yuanzi.
A gift from the younger generation.
Zhen Yuanzi nodded and said: "How can the saint's disciples be turned away? Qingfeng, please bring them in."
Qing Feng nodded obediently, feeling grateful that Manjusri had just helped him out of trouble, thus sparing him the harsh punishment of his master. He quickly and enthusiastically took Manjusri and Samantabhadra into Wuzhuang Temple.
The environment of Wuzhuang Temple is quiet and there is no decoration at all. There is a single giant tree stretching wildly in the center. The canopy of the tree that blocks out the sky is green and magnificent. Below there are several children who are carefully cleaning the fallen leaves. When they see the breeze, they quickly put down their tools and look far away.
I bowed deeply to the three of them from afar.
There are rooms on the left and right of the giant tree. The door of the left room is wide open and filled with dew-covered fairy grass. The door of the right room is closed, and there are more than a dozen little beasts that have not yet entered the realm of spirits and monsters lying outside.
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When they came to the main hall, Zhen Yuanzi was making fragrant tea and asked the boy to get some spiritual fruits for Manjusri and Samantabhadra to taste.
Qingfeng stood obediently behind Zhen Yuanzi, staring at the spiritual fruits on the table eagerly. The latter sighed helplessly, picked two from them, and handed them over with his back hand. He then pursed his lips with a smile. Zhen Yuanzi's collection was extremely rich, and each person was given thirteen fruits, each of which contained different Tao Yunnan. Manjusri picked up a thunder apricot, put it in his mouth and bit it gently, and the juice immediately felt numb.
Fill the mouth.
The numbing sensation spread down the throat to the stomach, and after a few breaths it exploded into a rich spiritual power, spreading throughout the limbs and bones, making Manjusri's body shaken up, and he couldn't help but say something happy.
After tasting the tea and tasting the fruit, Zhen Yuanzi asked.
"The Wanshou Mountain is high in the sky and the road is far away. The two wise nephews have just escaped from the formation of the Yellow River and their vitality has not yet been restored. Why did they travel across mountains and rivers to come to this deep mountain and old forest?"
Manjusri quickly put down half the fruit in his hand, took out the cold wave bottle with the mushroom in it, and said a little embarrassedly.
"Junior got this acquired spiritual treasure a few days ago. It contains the pure water of ten thousand seas. The temperature is extremely cold and it is difficult to cultivate spiritual plants. If we use forging to get rid of the cold, I am afraid it will damage the spirituality of this treasure, so I shamelessly came to Wu
Zhuang Guan, I want to exchange some fallen leaves of the ginseng fruit tree with my uncle to neutralize the aura of the ice road with the gentle scent of grass and trees."
Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi said with some surprise. "I thought it was something important, but it turned out that I was just running after those fallen leaves. My nephew can just take as many as he wants. Don't be polite to me.
Qingfeng, go and collect ten pounds of fallen leaves from under the tree."
"Yes." Qingfeng quickly put the fruit into his arms, grinned and winked at Manjusri, then walked out of the hall from the back to prepare the fallen leaves.
"Thank you, senior." Manjusri quickly stood up and saluted, but was stopped by Zhen Yuanzi.
"The ginseng fruit tree absorbs the spiritual power of the mountains, and it drops hundreds of pounds of leaves every day. This is just a drop in the ocean. You can use it. If it is not enough, go to Qingfeng for some.
There are many trivial things in Wuzhuang Temple. The two wise nephews continue to enjoy the spiritual fruit and wine here. I will go and deal with some affairs first." Zhen Yuanzi took out some more spiritual fruits, smiled and asked Manjushri and Samantabhadra to taste them, and poured the spiritual fruits in front of him.
Finish the wine in one gulp and leave the hall.
Manjusri and Samantabhadra stood up and saluted, and waited until Zhen Yuanzi left the hall before sitting down to taste the spiritual fruit again.
The Wuzhuang Temple has a profound foundation, full of spiritual fruits and profound Taoism. Manjusri couldn't help but praise it repeatedly, but Samantabhadra ate half of it from beginning to end and sat beside it without saying a word.
Not long after, Qingfeng brought a bamboo basket, which was full of slightly withered leaves.
"Two seniors, I don't know if these leaves are enough. There are a lot of fallen leaves in the backyard. If there are not enough, I will go back and get them."
"That's enough, that's enough, thank you boy."
Manjusri hurriedly took the bamboo basket over, felt the smell of vegetation coming to his face, and immediately felt happy. After stuffing all the baskets into the cold wave bottle, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Wanshou Mountain is lush with vegetation, and ancient trees and vines grow wildly, but the entrance to Wuzhuang Temple seems extremely empty.
Manjusri walked out of Wuzhuang Temple, looked at the plaques on both sides of the gate and said: "The Immortal Mansion, a Taoist family that lives as long as the sky. The breath of spring light of vegetation in this font is as deep and rich as an ancient pond deep in the forest. It should be the hand of senior Zhen Yuanzi."
It’s carved.”
"Yes, Master likes to make these things the most. They say they can make the heart clear and flawless." Qingfeng and Yourongyan stroked the plaque and found that the two mushrooms on the mouth of the Manjusri bottle didn't look so ridiculous anymore.
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Manjusri nodded, and the cold wave bottle spun around in a circle. He picked off the two mushrooms stuck in the mouth of the bottle and inserted them side by side in the place where Qingfeng usually preached.
The mushrooms grow in the wind, and in the blink of an eye they become the size of a millstone, with plump fruits hanging below, making a tinkling sound as they sway slightly.
"I am quite embarrassed now. I only have these two overlord mushrooms in my hand, so I planted them here as a place for the boy to sit when he preached, as a thank you gift for my hard work in carrying these ten kilograms of leaves.
However, after all, it is a poisonous treasure, so please pay more attention to it on weekdays. When preaching, you must use the wind-stopping spell to prevent the fruit from breaking and causing some trouble." Manjusri's voice was warm, and he felt like a spring breeze passing by after hearing it.
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Qingfeng looked at the two Overlord mushrooms in front of her. The surprise in her eyes could not be concealed. She sat directly on the Overlord mushroom on the left and thanked her with a smile. "Thank you, senior. This mushroom is very comfortable to sit on. When Mingyue's injury is healed,
I will definitely let him try it too. There are many more in the Fallen Leaf Backyard. If seniors don’t have enough, just come to me directly next time."
Manjusri bowed his head and said.
"I took the fallen leaves from Senior Zhen Yuanzi, and I felt uneasy. I happened to have a lot of mushroom spiritual plants in my hand, which have been carefully cultivated for many years. It would be a pity to freeze them into crushed ice in a cold wave bottle. It's better to let me do it myself.
Planting it in the Wanshou Mountains is like forming a good relationship with Wuzhuang Temple."
"Good, thank you, senior." How could you refuse a good thing when it comes to your door? Qingfeng hurriedly agreed for fear that Manjusri would regret it. After watching the two leave, he spent half a stick of incense on the Bawang mushroom before returning to Wuzhuang Temple.
With green smoke lingering and the fragrance of melons and fruits, Zhen Yuanzi stood in the ancestral hall, carefully carving the wooden sign in his hand.
He has a thin body and slender fingers. He is handling the corners of the wooden sign with a bluestone carving knife. His sleeves are full of debris. As his body shakes, he falls to the ground and turns into a small azure flower that blooms for three breaths and then burns away.
The footsteps came from far and near, with some lightness and agility, as if he could feel the joy of the visitor. Zhen Yuanzi blew a breath to shake off the sawdust, and a sea of azure flowers bloomed on the ground suddenly. He asked: "Leaving?" "No, Manjusri said that he has some mushroom spiritual plants in his hand, and he wants to plant them in the Wanshou Mountains to create a good relationship." The sea of flowers burned, full of dazzling firelight, Qingfeng waited for the dust to settle, and then walked into the ancestral hall respectfully. He bowed his head and knelt in front of the Heaven and Earth Ancestral Tablet. After performing three prostrations and nine bows, he was about to add incense when he suddenly saw the carved wooden tablet in Zhen Yuanzi's hand.
The wooden sign is exquisite and has clear lines. It is made from the branches of the ginseng fruit tree and is full of rich charm. Zhen Yuanzi wrote five large characters on it in Geng gold.
Qingfeng tilted his head, pointed at the words above and read.