"Miss, this is it." A follower said to Tang Pengxiu respectfully.
Tang Pengxiu nodded. She looked up at the solemn and peaceful ancient temple. There were four golden characters printed on the forehead of the vermilion plaque: Temple of Earthen Pots.
Listening to the gentle breeze blowing the bells in front of the eaves of the temple, the Shakti and Arhats on both sides glared angrily at the group of faithful men and women who came to stay.
Suddenly, Tang Pengxiu felt something was wrong in her heart. She saw that the gold in front of the Earthen Pot Temple had dimmed slightly, and there were spider threads tangled in the corner of the Arhat stone statue. When she and her maids arrived, no Zhike monk came forward to greet them.
Tang Pengxiu was a believer in Buddhism, and she often stayed in temples when traveling. She offered food, offered sacrifices, offered incense to the Buddha, served tea and soup to each other in the temple, and prepared a wing for her to spend the night. Ordinary temples are widely praised by pious people.
Believers pour out sesame oil, money, burn incense and pay tribute to visitors without any hesitation. But why does this earthen jar temple look a little dilapidated?
"Did you Tanyue come to offer incense and worship the Buddha?" Tang Pengxiu was hesitating when suddenly a Taoist walked out of the temple door and bowed his hands to Tang Pengxiu and said.
Tang Pengxiu saw that the Taoist had a soap towel on his head, a cloth shirt, a multi-colored sash around his waist, and hemp shoes on his feet. He looked at his eyes, nose, and heart, and he looked respectful and considerate, but doubts arose in her heart: Although there are people in ordinary temples.
"Huo Gong Taoist" is just a general term for people who work in temples and Taoist temples. How come this person is dressed as a Taoist priest and is in the Clay Pot Temple where he takes refuge in the three treasures of Buddhism, Dharma and Sangha?
"Taoist priest, is this a temple or a Taoist temple?" Tang Pengxiu smiled and asked: "If it is a temple, then why is the Zhike monk who entertains pilgrims a Taoist?"
The Taoist looked back and said: "Although this poor Taoist has practiced Huang Lao's art, he is also a good friend of the abbot of the Crock Temple. This young lady does not know something. The abbot of the Crock Temple took office not long ago, and it turns out that there are several monks in the monks here.
The temple was abandoned for a period of time because of the violation of the precepts and the prohibition of the elders. My friend who is the abbot is the new abbot here and is planning to tidy up the mountain gate and build a temple. In order to help my friend, I came here to help. "
"I see, in such a huge temple, there is no one to greet pilgrims or clean up." Tang Pengxiu nodded and said, but even though he saw that the Taoist spoke politely, there was still something strange in his heart.
However, there is no village or shop here. If you leave here, I am afraid that you will have to spend the night in the wilderness. After some calculations in his mind, Tang Pengxiu had no choice but to say to the Taoist: "Taoist, we want to go to Tokyo."
When Liang passed by your temple, the little girl sincerely worshiped the Buddha, so she came to offer her food, offer incense, and ask for a night's stay."
After hearing this, the Taoist said: "Tan Yue is interested, please follow me."
Under the guidance of the Taoist, Tang Pengxiu took the maid and a group of followers into the Crock Temple. However, she did not notice that while she and the accompanying men and women were looking around, the Taoist secretly made a move between her and the other person.
The two maids looked at the graceful figures for a long time, with a sinister smile on their lips...
"You guys are just trying to kill each other! If you are wise, just listen to the Lord Buddha and let him reward you with food. Otherwise, these two people will be your fate!!"
Under a green locust tree at the back of Crock Temple, I saw a fat monk with his eyes open, holding a simple knife, pointing at two monks who were covered in blood and beaten to death, and threatened a group of monks who were silent.
The fat monk's eyebrows were like paintbrushes, his face was like an ink suit, his body was slender, and his black belly was exposed under his chest. He was Cui Daocheng, the pig iron Buddha. Although he was ordained and became a monk, he had no intention of chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha. He became a monk only to avoid being caught by the government due to his life-threatening lawsuit. When Cui Daocheng was in exile, he met Qiu Xiaoyi, a flying yaksha who was in a similar situation to him.
The two were working together in confusion. When the two passed by the Earthen Pot Temple, they found that the temple had a vast farmland and a large number of monks, but the resident abbot was very old. The ministering monks were all honest and cowardly people, so Cui Daocheng and Qiu Xiaoyi had evil intentions, expelled the abbot of the Crock Temple, and threatened the remaining monks to serve them and honor them.
At this time, there were some young monks in the Crock Temple. They escaped from the temple because they could not stand the evil deeds of Cui Daocheng and Qiu Xiaoyi. Today, two of them were caught and beaten severely by Cui Daocheng. They killed chickens in front of the remaining monks. Cui Daocheng was shouting and scolding, But he saw Qiu Xiaoyi hurried over and said happily to him: "Good luck! Good luck!"
Cui Daocheng frowned and asked, "Brother Qiu, what do you mean by this? What good luck does it have?"
Qiu Xiaoyi said with a smile: "A group of blind men and women came to the temple, and they were tricked into a wing of the temple by me. The little lady they were looking for was a sweet-smelling, light and delicate girl, I can't help it. I have never played with such a beauty, and I didn’t expect that this cooked duck would fly into my mouth!”
Cui Daocheng must have become interested immediately: "Oh!? How many people are traveling with that young lady? Are there any practitioners?"
Qiu Xiaoyi said: "There are also two women and four men. Those two girls are quite pretty, and the four men accompanying them don't look like some hard-working martial arts practitioners."
Cui Daocheng Jiejie smiled cruelly, and went to take a look while holding a simple knife. When Qiu Xiaoyi saw him, he stopped him quickly and said: "There is no need to be so impatient! After all, there are many of them. If one or two get away and leak the news, it is not a joke! Since That little lady came to your door to burn incense and worship Buddha, are you still afraid that she will run away?"
After hearing what Qiu Xiaoyi said, Cui Daocheng thought about it and said: "I still have some incense and sweat medicine to stun them. Are you worried that they will do whatever they want to you and me?"
Qiu Xiaoyi sneered and said: "This is a good idea! But look at those men and women who don't know how to drink. The Mongolian sweat medicine alone is not very effective. You have to use the sandalwood mixed with incense to be effective. But I can As I said before, I want to taste the soup on the head of that little lady’s body!”
"If she is really a rare beauty, does it matter who comes first?" Cui Daocheng laughed ferociously. After that, he looked at the monks in the Crock Temple. His eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "Did you hear that clearly? !? If you want to do a show, you have to do a complete set, and why don’t you come out with a few birds to chant sutras and sing. If anyone dares to let the word slip in front of that little lady, don’t blame the Buddha. I go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife!"... ....
Green smoke from sandalwood rises slowly in the main hall of Wagon Temple, forming several straight vertical lines. Five monks burn incense and sit upright, reciting the Great Compassion Dharani Sutra. Then they see the golden body of the Buddha directly in front of them. It is a solemn treasure, but under the flickering lights, the entire Buddhist hall has a strange atmosphere.
Tang Pengxiu knelt on the futon and clasped her hands together, praying devoutly. But after meeting the abbot of the Crock Temple, she became suspicious again.
Although the abbot tried his best to look like a virtuous monk, his ferocious appearance was like a robber robbing homes, and his conversation was not like an ordinary monastery abbot speaking Zen verses, but rather vulgar and tight.
The old monks who were reciting sutras also had strange expressions on their faces. Not only did they not dare to look at Tang Pengxiu and others, they seemed to be even more afraid of making eye contact with their host. Although the sutras were recited correctly, you should watch their faces before listening to them. His tone seemed to be filled with fear.
There is something weird everywhere here...it seems uninhabitable, Tang Pengxiu thought to himself. Even if he is traveling at night, he heard from his followers that there are no bandits nearby who gather in the mountains and forests to rob homes. After a night of fatigue, It's better than being suspicious of ghosts in the Earthen Pot Temple.
Qiu Xiaoyi hugged his arms and leaned on a pillar outside the Buddhist hall, observing the activities in the Buddhist hall with cold eyes. Gradually, the aroma of sandalwood filled the entire Buddhist hall, and the sounds of several old monks chanting sutras Getting smaller and smaller. The maids and attendants accompanying Tang Pengxiu also gradually began to feel confused.
A burst of sandalwood passed into Tang Peng's beautiful nose, and she suddenly felt dazed, and then her heart was shocked. This sandalwood was wrong! How could it smell like rosemary and aconite!?
Tang Pengxiu stood up suddenly, but staggered a few steps and fell to the ground again. The maids and attendants saw this and hurriedly tried to come up to help him, but they were all top-heavy and staggered to the ground.
Tang Pengxiu struggled to stand up again. Regardless of the blur in front of her eyes, she just fumbled to find the Buddhist hall, but suddenly she felt that she was being hugged by someone. Qiu Xiaoyi smiled lewdly and said to Tang Pengxiu: "Little lady, you haven't worshiped the Buddha yet." Finished, where are we going?"
The weak struggle made Qiu Xiaoyi even more excited. Tang Pengxiu blushed and said, "Who...are you? You actually use incense to harm people..."
Qiu Xiaoyi put Tang Pengxiu on his shoulders and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you, a little lady, have some skills and can see through our tricks! That's great. If you don't react, it will be a little less fun. Now that you're awake, Now, I’ll tell you to take a good look at Dao Master’s great things!”
"That scoundrel... let my lady go..." One of Tang Pengxiu's followers walked out of the Buddhist hall with a few steps. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed past. Cui Daocheng looked ferocious and waved his hand to kill the follower with a sword. After chopping them into pieces, Jie Jie smiled and cursed: "This bird! How dare you show off after the Buddha's way! But you are not looking for death?"
Qiu Xiaoyi laughed and said, "Senior Brother Daocheng, please help me guard the door. If you can't wait, just have fun with those two maids."
Cui Daocheng spat and cursed: "Fuck you! You are hanging the best mutton in your mouth, but you ask Buddha to take it as a shoddy one. What's the point? When I give you a living incense, I will change it to Buddha." Come and enjoy this little lady!”
"How can one stick of incense be enough?!" Qiu Xiaoyi laughed ferociously as he carried Tang Pengxiu on his shoulders and walked straight into the side room. Tang Pengxiu was thrown hard on the bed by Qiu Xiaoyi, and her big red dress was roughly pulled open by Qiu Xiaoyi, revealing the close-fitting pink robe. When Qiu Xiaoyi came to see Tang Pengxiu's exquisite figure, Qiu Xiaoyi's eyes widened, and he rushed forward to untie Tang Pengxiu's skirt.
Tang Pengxiu struggled with all her strength. Qiu Xiaoyi got angry and punched Tang Pengxiu hard on the abdomen. Tang Pengxiu screamed and felt as if her internal organs were about to fall apart. Tears of humiliation fell from her face. Qiu Xiaoyi was even more excited when she saw it. The beast's heart grew stronger, and a pair of devil's claws stretched out again...
Cui Daocheng was outside the room, listening to what was going on in the room, and said in a dirty voice: "Don't worry, little lady, even if that person doesn't help, I will still love you, Lord Buddha! Hahaha!"
As he was talking, suddenly there was a sudden sound of wind, and a sharp arrow suddenly struck in the dark night! Cui Daocheng's heart was shocked. He subconsciously hid, and suddenly felt a sharp pain. When he touched it, he saw that his hands were full of blood.
It turned out that half of the ear had been shot through by the arrow!
"Which donkey dares to plot against the Buddha!?" Cui Daocheng roared angrily. He was cursing to himself, but he saw two people rushing into the Crock Temple. One of them held two swords in his hand, his face full of evil spirits, and the other was handsome.
, also holding a thin golden magpie bow in his hand.
