Chapter six hundred and forty seventh temple courtyard
Seeing that Lin Zichen was not afraid of knives, Monk Zikong frowned slightly: "Haha, aren't you afraid of my knife?"
Lin Zichen smiled: "I didn't expect that Master Zikong not only likes to play with women and eat meat buns, but also steals money. Are there not all evil monks like you in Yunyin Temple?"
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, I tell you, I am short of money right now, if you take out your money, I will let you go down the mountain!" Monk Zikong said.
"Haha, do you think I will believe it? Now that I know you are a monk from Yunyin Temple, are you not afraid that I will call the police? So, you must have silenced yourself after taking the money. Zi Kong, this is not the first time you have done this kind of thing.
Are you okay?" Lin Zichen asked with a sneer.
Seeing that the boy opposite had seen through it, monk Zikong stopped pretending and said: "Humph, so what? Do you have any other choice? Let me tell you, I am just a junior monk from Yunyin Temple, and I am not
What elder doesn't care about anything? If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you now!"
Hearing this, Xiaofeng shouted angrily: "Humph, what the hell, a monk can be so violent, Master, I want to deal with him!"
Lin Zichen smiled: "Keep him alive. After all, it's very foggy in this mountain. It's really time-consuming to have someone to lead the way."
"Okay, don't worry." After taking the Fairy Princess Fruit every day, Xiaofeng became more proficient in controlling the ice energy, and it was still easy to meet Lin Zichen's requirements.
After saying that, Xiaofeng released his ice energy. It was already winter now, and with Xiaofeng's ice energy, the surrounding temperature immediately dropped below 0 degrees. For a while, the trees were covered with a layer of frost.
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Monk Zikong couldn't help but shuddered and said: "Damn, why is it so cold? Hurry up and pay for it, or I will really kill someone!"
Lin Zichen shook his head and smiled. This guy looked kind and kind just like a monk who was proficient in Buddhism, but when he revealed his true colors, he was just a pure robber.
"Zikong, if you take me to Yunyin Temple, I will spare your life, otherwise I will let you freeze into ice right now!"
Upon hearing this, Zikong was stunned, what? Could it be that this guy caused this cold air? He frowned and looked at Lin Zichen, but he couldn't see anything different, huh, just pretending to be a ghost.
"Hmph, you want me to freeze into ice? I have been in this mountain all year round, how can you fool me?"
"You can try it then!"
After Lin Zichen finished speaking, Zi Kong felt his hand go numb, and he couldn't even feel that he was holding the dagger.
When I looked down, I saw that my hands were completely covered in thin ice, and I felt so cold that I couldn't feel anything at all.
"How about it, do you want to continue?" Lin Zichen asked with his eyes widened.
"You...who are you?"
"You don't need to know this, you just need to take me to Yunyin Temple."
Seeing the ice on his hands spreading towards his forearms, but there was no frost on Lin Zichen's body, Monk Zikong began to believe Lin Zichen's words.
"Okay, I...I'll take you there, but my hands..."
"Haha, of course I won't hurt your hand!" After saying that, Lin Zichen raised his arm and waved, Xiaofeng's ice energy stopped, and the true energy passed over Zikong's arm, and the layer of frost disappeared instantly.
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Feeling his hand slowly regaining consciousness, Zikong laughed instinctively, and then moved his hand again to make sure he was fine.
"The donor is really a master. The poor monk was really rude just now."
Looking at Zikong's appearance, Lin Zichen felt helpless. This guy's face changed so quickly, as if there was a thin line between an angel and a devil.
"Okay, let's get on the road. I want to ask you, Monk Zikong, do you know that there is a plant in Yunyin Temple with dense vines on the outside. The vines are curved and tough, and can be made into necklaces, bracelets, etc.
Many people come to the temple to ask for this kind of jewelry?"
Of course what Lin Zichen was talking about was Mingzhu grass, but he did not mention the name. Firstly, he was afraid of attracting attention, and secondly, he was afraid that a young monk like Zikong would not understand the scientific name of Mingzhu grass.
Zikong heard this and thought for a while: "Yes, I know this, but it's not in the front yard of the temple, but in the abbot's other courtyard."
"Oh? It seems that this vine is very important to the temple?" Lin Zichen said.
Zikong shook his head: "I don't know about that, because I rarely enter the abbot's courtyard. Last month, the elder was too busy and asked me to go to him to sign, so I went in. The plant was particularly conspicuous.
, so I paid attention.”
"Are you sure? What color are those vines?"
"Yellow, oh no, some places are yellow and the tip is purple. It's so beautiful, so I was particularly impressed."
Hearing this, Lin Zichen nodded and thought to himself, yes, that should be the Mingzhu grass. Unexpectedly, it takes no effort at all to get it.
Lin Zichen secretly decided that it would be best if he could pay a high price to buy the Mingzhu Grass. After all, in this important place of Buddhism, he tried not to hurt the harmony, but if the other party was really unwilling, he would have to use other means.
After all, this Mingzhu grass is too important to Xiaofeng.
"Okay, let's go up the mountain."
Along the way, Lin Zichen discovered that fortunately Monk Zikong led the way. Jueyin Peak was indeed the steepest mountain road. Not only that, but also because of the fog in the mountain that would not dissipate during the day. If you were not familiar with it, you would not be able to find the way up the mountain.
Even if Lin Zichen flew into the sky, it would be difficult to find Yunyin Temple through the fog.
After all, Zikong was familiar with the road. He found the mountain road almost from memory and quickly reached the mountainside.
Until he reached a flat asphalt road, Lin Zichen knew that this was the road Zikong said was officially built specifically for Yunyin Temple. He said, "We should be arriving at Yunyin Temple soon, right?"
Zikong nodded: "Sir, we're about two miles away. We're taking a shortcut, otherwise it would have taken more than an hour."
Lin Zichen smiled, this guide was worth it.
Not long after walking, Lin Zichen saw the outline of a temple in the mist, which should be Yunyin Temple.
Monk Zikong scratched the top of his head: "Grandma, the mountain fog is so heavy in winter, but it won't be so heavy in spring and summer."
Lin Zichen nodded: "It is indeed very big, but I heard that the fog is much thinner on the mountainside of Jueyin Peak."
"Yes, most tourists go up the mountain as far as Yunyin Temple. Some even climb down the mountain before leaving, so not many people go up."
With that said, the two of them had already walked to the temple gate. Lin Zichen looked around and saw that Yunyin Temple should be considered a small temple. There are only a dozen or twenty monks in such a temple at most. How can it be maintained from ancient times to the present?
It’s really not easy.
Monk Zikong knocked on the courtyard door and shouted: "The door is open, I'm back!"
Lin Zichen secretly laughed, and he could see that Zikong was also a troublemaker in the temple. Otherwise, who would be so noisy in the Buddhist pure land, not to mention that he was a monk here.
Soon, a young novice opened the door, clasped his hands and bowed: "Uncle Zikong, you are back."
"Well, there are donors coming to give alms, and I'm afraid they'll take a long way to go up the mountain." Zikong said, walking in with a big show, and Lin Zichen followed closely.
The young novice monk spoke to Amitabha and closed the temple door.
When they heard that a donor came to give alms, the monks in the courtyard were very happy and hurriedly ran to the courtyard. Abbot Xuan An also came from the backyard. Xuan An was fat, wearing a yellow monk's robe, with white eyebrows and beard.
His face was rosy, he was in great spirits, and he looked kind-hearted.
Seeing Lin Zichen, Abbot Xuan An quickly clasped his hands together.
Zikong said: "Abbott, this benefactor is a very noble man. This time he came to Yunyin Temple to pray for Buddha, and he still wants to give alms."
"Amitabha, I would like to thank the donor for his alms. Please come into the temple." After saying that, Abbot Xuan An extended his hand to invite Lin Zichen.
Lin Zichen shook his head and smiled: "I'm not busy. The old abbot is polite. I have some questions about Buddhism. The main reason I came here this time is to ask the abbot for advice."
Lin Zichen's purpose was obvious, which was to enter Abbot Xuan'an's courtyard and see the vines of Mingzhu grass with his own eyes. If he was sure they were right, he would prepare to purchase them.
Hearing this, Xuan An was stunned: "Oh? That's fine... I'll give it to you, please."
"Abbott, hehe, I have a gracious request. I wonder if I can go into the Zen room where the abbot usually meditates and have a chat? This will also allow me to get closer to Zen."
The old abbot thought for a while, but in fact, except for some stone pillars that gave a lot of alms, he usually did not allow donors to enter his villa, so when Lin Zichen said this, he was a little embarrassed.
"this……"
Abbot Xuan'an was in such a dilemma, and an old monk on the side said: "Haha, donor, donors are generally not allowed to enter the abbot's annex of our temple. Only donors who have made a lot of donations can enter."
Lin Zichen understood immediately upon hearing this that this monk Zikong was no exception. The monks in this courtyard were all very greedy for money. To enter the courtyard and ask for money was really an insult to this Buddhist pure land.
Lin Zichen nodded: "Haha, I wonder how much alms Master talks about?"
The old monk rolled his eyes and immediately looked at Xuan An: "Haha, more than 50,000 yuan."
Lin Zichen secretly laughed, thinking that he would open his mouth like a lion, and 50,000 yuan would be enough. He nodded: "No problem, you can do it now, just swipe your card."
Soon, a young monk walked up to Lin Zichen with a POSS machine. Seeing the 50,000 yuan being credited, Abbot Xuan An smiled: "Oh, Donor Lin is really a noble person of our temple. Come, please!"
Lin Zichen shook his head and smiled, everyone in Buddhism is like this, no wonder the society is so carnal and full of lust...
But this reassured Lin Zichen. As long as these monks were greedy for money, there would be negotiations. At least it meant that the Mingzhu grass still had a price.
As Abbot Xuan An walked around several halls and walked to the backyard, Lin Zichen immediately had a strange feeling and immediately frowned.
At this time, Xiaofeng seemed to feel something. She was calm just now, but suddenly stood up.
"Master, what a beastly spirit!"
Lin Zichen nodded: "Yes, the aura of beasts is very strong, but you can't tell it on the surface. There seems to be something inside this Yunyin Temple."
"Yes, Master, please be careful."
Lin Zichen showed no emotion and followed the old abbot Xuan An into a courtyard at the end. Although this courtyard was not very big, it was extremely elegant. There were rattan tables and chairs. There were also purple sand tea sets on the table. He burned a burner of incense, which was elegant.
Very.
But what attracted Lin Zichen the most was the exotic flowers and plants in the yard. Although not all of them were Chinese medicinal materials, there were a few plants that were materials for low-level elixirs and were of some value.
When Lin Zichen's eyes moved to the corner of the wall, he saw vines as tall as one person intertwined and growing extremely vigorously. From the yellow at the roots to the purple at the tips, they looked full of flexibility.
"Master, the Pearl Grass... I feel it, it's the Pearl Grass!"