Lin Zichen was sure that the monk was contacting someone, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately made his actions so covert.
But he didn't say anything. After all, it would be faster if someone led the way. What he needed was time.
Afterwards, Lin Zichen and others followed the monk onto a mountain road.
At the southern foot of Longxue Mountain, there are basically wild mountains with no traces of artificial signs. Without a guide, it would be really difficult to find the right path. Based on this, the monk really bought Lin Zichen time.
There is a temple on the mountainside, with mountain mist lingering above it. The quiet environment occasionally hears the call of orioles, which makes it quite pleasant.
In the courtyard, several monks in gray clothes swept the fallen leaves in the courtyard. The monks' clothes were all made of cotton, which showed that the temperature in the mountains was very low.
The door of the temple is divided to the left and right, and three old monks who look to be seventy or eighty years old come out. The clothes of the old monks are different from other monks. They are all yellow monks' clothes, and the scars on their heads are also different. Most of the other monks in the temple are
Three, six ring scars, and these three old monks all have nine.
The three old monks walked out of the hall, all with peaceful smiles on their faces. The old monk walking in the middle had a white beard hanging down his chest and an extraordinary appearance. Although he was obviously over eighty years old, his face was rosy and his body was upright. Except for his face,
The wrinkles and white beards show no signs of aging at all.
As soon as they walked out of the temple door, a middle-aged monk trotted up to the three of them.
"Abbott, Yuanfeng just sent a message saying that someone is coming from the bottom of the mountain." The middle-aged monk said.
Hearing this, the eighty-year-old monk frowned slightly, looked at each other with the other two old monks, and said, "Coming?"
"Abbott, he should be the person the Witch Clan Lingpo mentioned, right?"
The abbot nodded: "It's getting late, so it's not the donor who comes to give alms. He should be here. He'll come when he comes. I'll just wait here."
"Abbott, Lingpo said... this benefactor should be Master Lin from Tianwubang." The old monk next to him said.
The abbot was silent for a moment after hearing the words, nodded and smiled: "Whoever comes to my Luoshan Temple means that they have a predestined relationship with my Buddha and are entrusted by the spiritual goddess. We should treat them well."
The abbot looked at the left and right sides of the courtyard, and then said: "I ask everyone not to leave their monastery tonight. You come with me and receive distinguished guests in my monastery!"
After saying that, the abbot turned and walked towards the backyard, followed by the other two old monks.
Entering the Zen room, only three old monks were left. The abbot looked at the other two and said, "Huiji, Huizhen, what do you think?"
At this time, the abbot's face no longer had the smile just now, but a serious look, with a kind of majesty rarely seen in ordinary times.
Huiji and Huizhen looked at each other, and Huiji said: "Abbott, this time Lingpo has really given us a hard nut. Master Lin... is an official!"
"Yes, although we are warriors, since we are official, if we are offended, we will really get into trouble. Abbot, we still need to think about it in the long term." Huizhen said.
Hearing this, the abbot smiled slightly: "Haha, actually what you said is right. Mr. Lin is a tough guy, but...have you ever thought that this might also be an opportunity for us?"
"Opportunity?" they both responded at the same time.
The abbot just smiled and said nothing, his eyes slightly narrowed, with an unpredictable charm in his eyes.
"Abbot, you can't mean..." As he said this, Hui Ji's expression showed a hint of shock, and Huizhen's expression changed immediately as well.
"Haha, after more than thirty years, the opportunity... has finally come. Huizhen, you'd better take a disciple to the door and wait. Sometimes such masters are very arrogant and will get angry if they don't greet you well." Abbot.
said.
"Yes, Abbot."
Following the young monk all the way up the mountain, until it got dark, Lin Zichen saw a not-too-tall building appearing in the mountain mist not far away.
After all, in this deep mountain, there is no need to decorate the temple very magnificently, so the tallest building in the temple is the two-story main hall.
"That's Luoshan Temple, right?" Lin Zichen said.
The young monk nodded: "Yes, donor. Since the location of our Luoshan Temple is blocked due east by the mountain, the time when we really feel the direct sunlight is in the afternoon, that is, before the sun sets, so it is called Luoshan Temple."
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"Damn it, are your leaders stupid? You don't know how to choose a place when building a temple." Sang Tianlei snorted.
"This benefactor, it has been three or four hundred years since Luoshan Temple was built. In fact, it was not like this at the beginning. Because the mountain was slowly deforming, the growth of tall plants was difficult to suppress, which blocked the due east of our temple." The young monk.
said.
Lin Zichen nodded: "This is also possible. Over the course of hundreds of years, everything in the world will change. Tianlei, stop talking nonsense, we are going to enter the temple."
After Lin Zichen said this, Chen Weilong and Sang Tianlei became alert at the same time. This was also a code word. Lin Zichen usually only emphasized preparation when performing tasks, but today... he was obviously sending a signal to them.
Approaching Luoshan Temple, Lin Zichen looked at the surrounding environment. In fact, it couldn't be said to be peaceful, but it seemed a bit desolate.
Many of the surrounding trees have withered, with dead leaves all over the ground and bare branches. After all, Long Snow Mountain is cold all year round, so no matter what, it looks particularly desolate and desolate.
The patent leather on the temple door was already in tatters, and the copper door knocker was almost black. The young monk stepped forward and knocked a few times, until the door was split open.
A monk walked out of the door. When he saw Lin Zichen and others, he put his hands together and said Amitabha. Although Lin Zichen and others were not Buddhists, they bowed their heads in return.
"Senior brother, these benefactors have Master Huiyuan in their waists."
Hearing this, the monk inside the door glanced at Lin Zichen and others, then nodded, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "Several donors, please come with me."
After saying that, the monk turned around and walked inside, but Lin Zichen was slightly startled. The Luoshan Temple was located in a deserted mountain, so the monk was not surprised when a donor occasionally came? And not only was he not surprised, he seemed to have expected it.
of.
Thinking of this, he nodded secretly. This was not surprising. The young monk had just secretly sent a message. People in the temple must have known that they were coming.
It stands to reason that a temple would not make Lin Zichen so vigilant, but after all, Ling Po asked them to come, and... Wu Shuang'er is also here. Obviously, this Luoshan Temple is definitely not simple.
Walking into the yard, Lin Zichen could see that everything in the yard looked very shabby, but what surprised him was that there was no one in the yard, which was a bit strange.
"Master, how many people are there in Luoshan Temple?" Lin Zichen asked.
"Donor, our temple is an ancient temple. Although it is a bit poor, it has a lot of monks, seventy-three in total. Occasionally, some lay disciples come to the temple to practice Zen. Sometimes there are more than a hundred people."
Lin Zichen nodded and smiled, that's right. Not to mention the hundred people, Luoshan Temple is not big. It accommodates seventy-three monks but there is no one in the courtyard. This is abnormal in itself.
However, Lin Zichen didn't say anything. He followed the monk into a small road. Crossing the small road was the main hall of the temple. There were three monks standing in front of the main hall. The middle one looked about seventy or eighty years old, and behind him were two middle-aged people.
The monk should be his disciple.
Seeing Lin Zichen and others walking in, the old monk stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, Almsgiver Lin, I am waiting here."
Hearing this, Lin Zichen confirmed his idea. It seemed that not only the young monk notified Luoshan Temple, but Lingpo had also greeted the place. This time, he really jumped into the trap set by others.
"Master, I'm sorry, but I don't have time to discuss Buddhism with the master. I came here this time to find Master Huiyuan." Lin Zichen got straight to the point. After all, he didn't have time to chat with these monks.
Huizhen nodded: "Donor, then come with me to the Zen room."
Lin Zichen hesitated for a moment, but still followed.
Walking to the door of the abbot's Zen room, Lin Zichen looked at the Zen room. Although it was obviously more solemn than other Zen rooms, it was still very dilapidated. Obviously, the financial situation of Luoshan Temple should be average.
"Donor Lin, this is the abbot's Zen room. Other donors are also asked to stay temporarily."
Hearing this, Sang Tianlei said: "Don't do this, don't try to play any tricks. I tell you, old bald donkey, it's best to let Wu Shuang'er go, don't do these useless things!"
As he spoke, Sang Tianlei raised his fist, but Huizhen did not show any fear. He smiled slightly, a bit kindly: "Donor, please don't be angry. This is the pure land of Buddhism. I hope you understand."
Just as Sang Tianlei was about to speak, Lin Zichen shook his head: "Tianlei, you guys stand guard in front of the door."
"But Zichen..."
"Listen to me, if I can't see Shuang'er, I won't let Luoshan Temple have an easy time!"
After saying that, Lin Zichen lifted the curtain and walked in, but it was his last words that made Huizhen's face change slightly.
Entering the Zen room, Lin Zichen saw two other old monks. Although they were dressed similarly, he immediately fell in love with the abbot. After all, his aura was unmatched by others.
"This must be the abbot, Master Huiyuan."
Lin Zichen looked at the old monk's face as dark as water and his calm spirit, and secretly thought that he was Master Huiyuan, and he could never be wrong.
Upon hearing this, Abbot Huiyuan opened his eyes and smiled slightly: "Almsgiver Lin, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"It seems that Lingpo has already told the master, so don't waste time and hand over Wu Shuang'er." Lin Zichen said with an indifferent expression.
Huiyuan sighed after hearing this: "Donor, I'm afraid I can't make the decision on this matter."
"Huh? Haha, this Luoshan Temple is managed by the master. If you can't make the decision, are you going to send me to the Red Witch Clan again?" Lin Zichen's voice was full of anger, and it was obvious that his patience had reached its limit.
Huiyuan naturally heard the meaning of the words. He showed a little helplessness and said: "No, I don't mean to say that only the Red Witch Clan can make the decision, but... only the Buddha can make the decision!"
"What? Master Huiyuan, I have no interest in joking right now. Do you mean to ask me to ask Buddha for someone?"
Hearing this, Huiyuan stood up and sighed: "Donor, Wu Shuang'er is related to the safety of the Wu tribe, our Luoshan Temple, and even the Miao people!"