Only then did Zhao Ran wake up. It wasn't that he didn't answer the call on purpose, but that he had a relatively shallow understanding of Buddhist practice and didn't think about it at all. At this moment, he was awakened by the abbot and said hurriedly: "That's it, abbot.
No wonder, Cheng is a complete layman on Buddhist practice... Now that the abbot has spoken, let me invite Master Long Yang to come and discuss the details together."
Only a few major shareholders knew about the fact that Jialan Temple acquired Tianma Pharmaceutical shares from Tianmatai Temple, so the old abbot did not know the inside story, otherwise he would have directly designated a meeting with the abbot of Jialan Temple. Since he did not mention it, Zhao
However, there is no need to confess, since Tianmatai Temple also knows this miraculous skill.
Master Long Yang once left several flying talismans to Zhao Ran. Zhao Ran took out one at this moment and sent it out with shaking hands. These flying talismans could not convey specific information, and could only inform the other party that something was wrong with him——
Come on, it's like the flying talisman that ordinary people can use that the Huayun Pavilion specially reserved for the head of the Wuji Courtyard when Zhao Ran was in Wuji Courtyard.
Zhao Ran explained to the abbot that he had to wait slowly, and the abbot indicated that he understood. The two of them chatted and waited in the abbot's room, or competed on painting skills. They waited until the afternoon.
When Zhao Ran came, he walked at the pace of an ordinary person. Master Long Yang, whose cultivation had reached the highest level of a monk, was much faster. He arrived at Qukong Temple in just over an hour. The knowledgeable guests in the temple who had learned the news early
The monk hurriedly picked up Master Long Yang and led him directly into the abbot's meditation room.
Master Long Yang was very confused. After receiving the flying talisman, he thought that Chengdong's family was in danger, so he used his Buddhist magical powers and hurried to Baiyin Mountain. However, after being introduced to the abbot's room by Zhike, he saw that Chengdong's family was in good health.
Drinking tea, what's going on?
Under the introduction of the Chengdong family, Long Yang met with Zhicheng. His cultivation level was two levels lower than Zhicheng's. He was an absolute junior on the road of cultivation, so he was very respectful. Zhicheng didn't show any hesitation.
With the airs of a great elder, he humbly called Long Yang "Abbot".
Zhao Ran said apologetically: "This time I have troubled Master Long Yang to come over because I have an embarrassing matter. I hope that Master can help."
Long Yang said: "The affairs of the Chengdong family are the affairs of our temple. Even if the Chengdong family informs the poor monk, if there is a need for the place of our temple, our temple will do its best."
Zhao Ran said: "That's right. I have a friend in the Ming Dynasty who is a Taoist female cultivator. Because her master was injured while practicing, she has been running around looking for elixirs for a year. Later, I heard that there was a elixir in the medicine garden of Qukong Temple.
, which was suitable for preparing a healing elixir, so she rushed over rashly. Because this woman was eager to save the teacher, she, um, collected the medicine without knowing she was in Qukong Temple. As a result, she had an affair with the monk who was protecting the medicine at Qukong Temple.
Due to the conflict, Master Mingxin, who was protecting the medicine, was injured by mistake."
Long Yang: "Amitabha..."
Zhao Ran nodded: "Abbot Zhicheng has profound Buddha nature and compassion. He does not want to embarrass this female cultivator, and also agrees to let this female cultivator leave the temple..."
Long Yang folded his hands to Zhicheng again: "Amitabha, the old abbot is compassionate!"
Zhao Ran said: "Cheng was very grateful for this, so he wanted to ask the abbot to come to Qukong Temple to see if there was any possibility of recovery for the injured master Mingxin. Cheng knew that Tianmatai Temple was in the process of treating the injury.
, I have a lot of experience. The abbot has a noble character and is willing to help others..."
These words were said in a flawless manner, and all aspects were taken care of. Abbot Zhicheng and Abbot Long Yang felt like a spring breeze, and they were very happy.
Long Yang thought for a while and asked: "I wonder if this Mingxin..."
Zhao Ran added: "Master Mingxin is the nephew of Master Zhicheng."
Long Yang nodded and said, "How is this junior brother Mingxin's injury?"
Abbot Zhicheng said "I don't dare" and then told him about his injury. The key point he mentioned was that Mingxin's consciousness was damaged and he might not be able to make any progress in the future.
After hearing this, Long Yang understood in his heart, and accompanied by Zhicheng and Zhao Ran, went to Mingxin's meditation room.
Mingxin still had the same pale look on his face, clasping his hands and saying: "Thank you, abbot, for caring about me, thank you for your worry, and thank you, senior brother Long Yang, for coming to visit. This little monk's injury can be cured if it can be cured, and it doesn't matter if it can't be cured. Everything is predestined, and there is nothing to do."
There is no danger.”
Long Yang put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, Junior Brother, you have good energy. It's okay. Junior Brother, just sit down with peace of mind and I will observe it with my supernatural power."
Mingxin sat upright on the edge of the bed, and Long Yang stretched out his finger and pointed at the center of his eyebrows. This scene made Zhao Ran feel excited, and he remembered what he had experienced in the secret room of Baoping Temple, and he was filled with emotion.
After a while, Long Yang stood up and said to Zhicheng and Zhao Ran: "As expected, your cultivation has stopped."
Abbot Zhicheng said: "I wonder if there is still room for redemption?"
Long Yang turned to ask Mingxin: "Junior brother Mingxin, are you willing to practice the Dharma of Mindfulness?"
Perhaps Abbot Zhicheng had talked with Mingxin before, so Mingxin said: "My abbot once said that all Buddhas are Buddhas, so I am willing."
Long Yang smiled and nodded, and said to Zhicheng and Zhao Ran: "That's okay, but the transformation method is still a bit dangerous. The poor monk's cultivation is shallow and he may not be able to do it. If I ask my abbot to take action, he is thousands of miles away at the moment.
In addition... I would like to invite Senior Brother Wulan, the abbot of Jialan Temple, to come here, so I will have a lot of confidence."
Zhicheng said happily: "This is the best! Are there any necessary medicines? I will ask the disciples to prepare them."
Long Yang wrote a prescription and handed it to Zhicheng: "They are all ordinary medicines. Just boil them into soup. It doesn't take much trouble." After saying that, he took out the flying talisman and handed it out on the spot.
In less than a cup of tea, Master Wulan's reply arrived. After reading it, Long Yang smiled and said: "It just so happens that Senior Brother Wulan is not far away, and it won't take an hour to get here."
Zhicheng was determined, and turned to Zhao Ran and said: "As a donor, I have a lot of work now."
Zhao Ran said: "Don't dare, the ones who can do the work are Master Long Yang and Master Wulan. Then..."
Zhicheng nodded and called Zhike in: "You accompany the donor and send the female cultivator out."
Zhao Ran thanked: "Thank you abbot, Cheng will return after sending her down the mountain."
Zhicheng paused for a moment, then suddenly pulled Zhao Ran aside and said with a low voice: "Those children at the foot of the mountain, there are quite a few who have clear Buddha nature. The Chengdong family advises them not to hang out outside our Qukong Temple all the time."
Going back and forth made the poor monk very embarrassed, and he couldn't help but want to accept a few disciples."
Zhao Ran was startled and said hurriedly: "Master, don't be surprised, I will persuade them to leave immediately."
Zhicheng added: "There is another saying that I don't know whether to say or not. Chengdong family, if there is a chance, it is better to return to the Ming Dynasty more often. The Xia Kingdom is not a suitable place."
Zhao Ran's heart immediately beat wildly. Seeing Zhicheng's sincere smile, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
As soon as the sky became brighter, Zhou Yumo and others rushed out of the mountain gate from their hiding place and found a hidden and visible place to wait.
Waiting until the sun rose three o'clock in the morning, there was no movement in the temple.
Senior sister Zheng couldn't help but ask Zhou Yumo: "Junior sister, what did your old acquaintance say? When will the person be released?"
Zhou Yumo was not anxious, but it was useless to be anxious. He could only comfort his senior sister: "He only said that he would try his best to save people today. Who can guarantee this kind of thing? If I don't see senior sister Song today, I will try my best to save people today."
Sneak into the temple and ask for details."
Two senior sisters, Cao and Zhuang, were also standing by and said, "How about we notify the master by flying information? Please ask the elders in the hall to come and save people."
Zhou Yumo was also worried, but he just said: "Wait a little longer."
Since ancient times, good news has not been reported, and the master has been injured. If he hurts her heart again, the disciples really can't bear it. What's more, even if the flying talisman is sent out at this moment, and all the elders in the hall are gathered together, it will still be ten days later.
, how come it’s too late?
Thanks to Amiao’s cat, Taoist priest Tianming, and book friend 201710021 for the reward. Thanks to everyone for your votes and encouragement. Pindao Jishou.