The Temple of the Reclining Buddha is not very far from here, it can be said to be halfway down the mountain.
The entire Buddhist temple occupies a large area and is located at the intersection of a mountain range. The feng shui is also very good. The most important thing is that it is very quiet here.
The climate in central Sichuan is humid, so there are many kinds of citrus here. At the entrance of the Buddhist temple, there are many old trees that are more than a hundred years old. Some orange trees are planted under the trees, and now they have green fruits.
A row of yellow walls surrounds the Buddhist temple. From the outside, you can only see some red tiles and a two-story building.
"Xiao Zhenjun, please come inside."
Monk Zhiming stood at the door, respectfully invited Xiao Yu into the courtyard, and then told a monk, who immediately trotted away.
"Zhenjun, this apricot tree was planted by an eminent monk five hundred years ago. Zhenjun came here at the right time today. The ginkgo trees just bloomed last night. It must be another good harvest this year."
Xiao Yu smiled and nodded. When the ginkgo tree blooms, ordinary people call it the ghost flower, because it only blooms in the middle of the night, and the flowering period is very short. It will wither after a while, and ordinary people cannot see it.
According to folklore, people who see ginkgo blooming will be killed. These are just rumors. This monk was so careful that he could actually see ginkgo blooming.
"A five-hundred-year-old ginkgo is rare. If it continues to grow like this, it may become a guardian."
Xiao Yu put his hand on the tree trunk and felt it gently, but the tree didn't have any intelligence at all.
"Zhenjun is right. When it comes to sacred trees, I know a tree that can be called a sacred tree."
Monk Zhiming liked him and immediately smiled.
"What tree?"
Xiao Yu has seen the world, he has seen all the trees that can move, but he doesn't know what trees there are!
"In front of the Xuanyuan Temple in Shaanxi Province, there is a Xuanyuan cypress. Legend has it that it was planted by Emperor Xuanyuan himself for more than 5,000 years. The Xuanyuan cypress is 300 miles away. No evil spirit dares to approach it. The spirit creature calls it the king."
Monk Zhiming's face was full of respect, as if he was talking about his own Buddha.
"Xuanyuan Bai?"
Xiao Yu heard from his grandfather that at the entrance of the Xuanyuan Emperor's Temple, it is said that it is older than the history of China and is indeed a sacred tree.
But he had never heard of anything unusual about Xuanyuan Cypress. Now that the monk said this, Xiao Yu became interested.
Emperor Xuanyuan was the ancestor of China. His achievements were unparalleled and his energy shook the world. It could be said that he gathered the righteousness of heaven and earth into one body. The same was true for the trees he planted. They must be sacred trees that restrained evil spirits. Therefore, no evil spirit dared to approach within a radius of 300 miles.
"I heard that there is a tree in the heart of the tree called Xuanyuan wood. It is yellow in color and emits yellow light at night, often causing thunder to fall from the sky."
Zhiming didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Xiao Yu always felt that the other party was trying to lure him into committing a crime!
"Although it is a sacred tree, it was left by my Chinese ancestors. It carries the great fortune of heaven and earth. We, Taoism and Buddhism, should protect it. Any force that wants to seize it will become our Chinese sinner."
Xiao Yu glanced at Zhiming, scanned the other person's body with his eyes, and said with a hint of reminder.
Of course, Xiao Yu was also reminding himself that if he was tempted by such a treasure, he might make a mistake, so it was better to stick to the Taoist heart.
Hearing what Xiao Yu said, Zhiming couldn't help but turn red, then clasped his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, the true king is a master, I am not as good as me..."
After Monk Zhiming finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps behind him. Xiao Yu looked back and saw an old monk wearing cassocks coming in a hurry.
"The Zen Heart of the Abbot of the Reclining Buddha Temple has met Mr. Xiao Zhen, but he has not been far away to greet him. I hope you will forgive me."
Monk Zenxin and a group of disciples of various ages all gave gifts to Xiao Yu.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, there is no need for this to happen, Abbot Zen Heart. When I first arrived at your place, I saw black clouds covering the sky above, so I came to take a look. I happened to meet Zhi Ming in the courtyard, so I came with him."
Xiao Yu bowed his hands to everyone and made a Taoist gift.
"The true king has come a long way, tired from traveling, and wants to rest in the monastery."
Zen monk made a gesture of invitation and looked more serious than Zhiming.
Because last time Maoshan opened, he also received an invitation from the Reclining Buddha Temple, but he did not attend. After all, it was a Taoist matter and had little to do with him.
But he didn't expect that Xiao Yu would come to his temple today, so he thought that Xiao Yu was here to ask questions.
True Lord, this title can be counted on one hand in China. Although it is a Taoist canonization, it still has a great status in Xuanmen.
Although the Zen Heart Abbot was the abbot of the courtyard, Xiao Yu took a closer look and saw that he was not a member of Xuanmen. He must not have gathered pulses, but there was faint Buddha light flowing in him. He must have been reincarnated to practice Buddhism a hundred years later.
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"Abbott, there are evil spirits around here. I think there is something strange about the car accident on the mountain.
And the evil spirits that can come out to cause trouble during the day must be cultivated to get rid of them."
After the two parties sat down, Xiao Yu asked with a smile.
"True Lord, you have good eyesight. The evil spirit did come here half a year ago. The disciples in my temple have had many encounters with him, but they have been frustrated many times. I have informed Bodhidharma Academy and there should be news recently."
Zen monk still said seriously.
Xiao Yu couldn't help but nodded after hearing this. The other party probably meant that he would not be allowed to interfere. In this case, he did not want to interfere too much. After all, this was a matter on his territory.
"That's fine. The evil spirit should be eliminated as soon as possible to prevent others from losing their lives. I am going to Qingzhu Town for this trip. Does the abbot know how far it is?"
Seeing Monk Zenxin's serious face, Xiao Yu didn't want to stay any longer, but started asking about the journey.
"Qingzhu Town?"
Abbot Zenxin couldn't help but wonder, then he frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he murmured to himself:
"The poor monk has been here for fifty years and has never heard of Qingzhu Town. How dare he be a true king? Is this Qingzhu Town in Sichuan?"
The other party's words made Xiao Yu wake up instantly.
Indeed, the so-called Qingzhu Town is just Guan Tianyue’s term, and its current real name is Liangkou Town.
But Qingzhu Temple is still called Qingzhu Temple.
Moreover, the other party is not from Xuanmen, so he probably doesn’t know where Guantian Pavilion is.
"Since the abbot doesn't know, let's forget it. I have something important to do, so I won't bother you any more. Let's just say goodbye."
Xiao Yu stood up to say goodbye. The abbot was too serious and made him feel like he was back in the final exam of elementary school, which made him very uncomfortable.
When he heard that Xiao Yu was about to leave, Monk Zenxin's tense heart immediately relaxed. Now he felt that Xiao Yu was not here to ask for guilt, so the expression on his face softened a lot.
"Xiao Zhenjun, how offended you are!
Last time Maoshan opened, I didn't come to congratulate you. I apologize to you here. Regardless of the past, Zhenjun came to my temple and asked Zhenjun to rest for a night. I happened to have other things to discuss with Zhenjun.
