That night, the martial arts master who showed up at the Zen room of Master Huiyuan in Baolin Temple was none other than Wei Qiang. He followed Qian Jun, so as soon as the master and disciple met, he eavesdropped on all the conversations.
Wei Qiang judged from the conversation between Qian Jun and his master that since the master and apprentice had a deep relationship, it would be safest for the Longquan Sword to be placed with Master Huiyuan. Qian Jun had no reason to take the Longquan Sword away. When he returned to his hometown this time,
There should be two purposes, one is to visit relatives, and the other is to see if the Longquan Sword is safe. Master Huiyuan is safe, and the Longquan Sword is naturally safe. If Master Huiyuan leaves, there will definitely be an agreement between them. That is
He said that Qian Jun would definitely get the Longquan Sword without Master Huiyuan.
Watching Qian Jun, Ping Wusheng and Lian Buzhichi leave one after another, Wei Qiang was still able to remain calm. Based on the above judgment, he came to the conclusion: the Longquan Sword is still in Baolin Temple!
Wei Qiang did not tell Luo Xin the real situation, and of course Luo Xin would not know so clearly. The next morning, Wei Qiang and Luo Xin dressed up as pilgrims and walked all the way to Baolin Temple in Eagle Mouth. They walked for a whole
One morning, I didn't go to Baolin Temple until late afternoon.
"Amituo Buddha, you two victims, do you want to burn incense or worship Buddha?"
Master Huiyuan came out of the meditation room with a smile on his face. Seeing that his beard and hair were white, but he could still walk quickly at night and chase him hundreds of meters away, Wei Qiang couldn't help but admire him secretly. Now, it would be a good idea for the two of them to meet on such an occasion.
I wonder if he was aware of it?
Wei Qiang put his hands together, gave Master Huiyuan a courtesy, and replied with a smile: "I want to burn incense and worship Buddha. The road of life is complicated, and I hope Master can give me guidance."
"Amitabha, just let it happen. Come with me."
Luo Xin, who was following Wei Qiang, had a frown on his face. He never imagined that his master, as an underground party member, would actually believe in the origin of feudal superstition, and he would do so in a concise way, as if he was a member of the Buddhist sect.
Kneeling in front of the tall and majestic Mahavira, Wei Qiang burned incense and kowtowed, with a pious attitude and a solemn expression. Then, he donated two oceans as money for the fragrant oil in the temple. This made Luo Xin even more confused.
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After the ceremony, Master Huiyuan asked: "Does the victim draw lots to try his luck?"
Wei Qiang smiled faintly: "Same sign, hundreds of solutions. The secret cannot be leaked, so I think it's better to forget it. Can I ask for a drink of water along the way?"
"Okay, okay. Come with me, sir."
Master Huiyuan led the way, and Wei Qiang and Luo Xin followed him to the meditation room. The group was placed against the wall, which is where Master Huiyuan meditates all year round. After a while, Master Huiyuan poured two cups of tea.
The aroma of tea fills the air, making people feel relaxed and relaxed.
Indeed, both Wei Qiang and Luo Xin were thirsty. They picked up their teacups and drank for a while. After two cups of tea, Huiyuan said with a smile: "The two victims are really thirsty. Along the way, they have been covered in dust.
, it’s not easy, isn’t it?”
Wei Qiang sat down and handed the mage a cigarette. When the mage refused, he had to show off. Who dared to believe that the kind-hearted mage in front of him was a worldly master. He was nearly seventy years old and could still see clearly in the dark night.
Being naked and moving like a stripped rabbit is impossible without profound inner strength cultivation.
At this time, a ray of setting sun was already hanging on the horizon, and the sun was about to set. The temple was extremely deserted, with only Master Huiyuan alone. Are there any other monks?
When Wei Qiang thought this way, Huiyuan had already seen through his thoughts.
"Does the victim find it strange that there is only one poor monk in this large temple?"
"Yes."
"The Japanese invaders invaded China on a large scale, and wars continued. There is no pure land in the vast land of China. Temples are no exception. All living beings are either busy with their livelihoods or running for their lives. How many people come to burn incense and worship Buddha? Even if some people burn incense and worship Buddha, how many people come to burn incense and worship Buddha?
How many people can afford to donate the money for sesame oil? The entire temple sometimes does not receive two oceans a month, so how can it maintain the operation of the temple? The two original monks have gone out to travel when they see that the temple cannot survive."
In this era, "Yunyou" is a synonym for begging.
Although his life is extremely dull, Master Huiyuan is still full of energy and rosy, which should be due to his profound cultivation of internal energy. Today, it is rare for a rich man to come to the temple, and he can make two oceans with one move. He is also in a very good mood.
Okay. The conversation was lively.
Wei Qiang saw that it was getting late, so he started to go to the county seat, and it was already late at night when he arrived at the county seat. Besides, it was rare to have face-to-face communication with Master Huiyuan. After meeting him today, judging by his appearance, he was definitely very broad-minded and had a better moral character.
That's great. He is definitely not a robber or a dog thief. The Longquan sword should be safe if it falls into his hands. There is no need for him to see the light of day again and stir up a storm.
"Master, I have a request. Is it appropriate?"
"Speaking."
"It's getting late. We can't rush back to the county. We want to stay at your temple for the night, but I don't know if it's possible."
"Amitabha, wouldn't it be nice to have a friend come from afar? Since the victim is acquainted with the poor monk, of course he can stay overnight. The poor monk can't help but feel the brilliance of the medicine and is deeply honored. However, in the temple, all the food he eats is clear soup.
There is little water, and I sleep on a hard bed. If there is any negligence, please forgive me. Another point is that the temple is an important place, our Buddha is compassionate, and the temple law is strict. The victim must remember not to wander around at night, otherwise he will be punished, poor monk
There is no way I can help but love you."
"Follow your orders. We are just staying overnight. We are not robbers and thieves. We will never dare to offend the gods in the slightest."
"Amitabha, the poor monk went to cook porridge for the victim to enjoy. Please sit down for a while."
Having said that, Master Huiyuan went to the kitchen. Although it is such a big temple, there is only one abbot. The facilities in the temple are still very complete. A kitchen alone is at least forty to fifty square meters, and can cook for dozens of people.
There was no problem with the food. How could Wei Qiang and Luo Jin just sit back and enjoy the results? They followed Master Huiyuan to the kitchen to start. The pot cooks and firewood choppers were all busy. The usually deserted Baolin Temple had a few more people because of the arrival of Wei Qiang and Luo Xin.
Popularity.
After a while, Huiyuan cooked a pot of porridge and fried a plate of radish sticks. That was all. This shows how miserable the old man's life was.
While drinking the light porridge and eating the salty and bitter radish strips, Wei Qiang couldn't help but be filled with emotions.
"Master, do you eat these every day?"
Huiyuan couldn't help but be moved and said: "This is already the best. I live alone and rarely make a fire to cook, drink some tea, and then take the essence of heaven and earth and fast for several days, but I do it often."
"No wonder the master's face is rosy, he turns out to be a practitioner of martial arts. It's really amazing. The hateful little Japan has caused so much misery to us Chinese people. If we could defeat the Japanese, rebuild our country, and let everyone live a happy life,
It’s really an amazing undertaking.”
Hearing this, Master Huiyuan's white eyebrows twitched slightly. He looked at the young man in front of him. He was majestic, tough, and his eyes were like lightning. He was definitely not an ordinary person. If he didn't keep it, he quickly returned to normal and smiled.
He said: "The poor monk is an outsider and should not be interested in worldly affairs. However, the victim's patriotic enthusiasm still makes the poor monk admire him very much."
