Early the next morning, outside Xiaohua Temple, Pang Cong had already found the place with more than 30 people.
He frowned and said, "All the mountains and plains are empty, but there is a temple here? Let's go in and have a look."
The subordinate on his side reminded: "Elder Pang, it is a bit strange for such a temple to suddenly appear in this old forest in the mountains. Why don't you ask the leader first?"
"Are you kidding? I, the dignified elder of the Shengjin Sect, dare not enter a ruined temple when I see it?"
Pang Cong waved his big hand and led the people in through the gate with a fierce look.
At this time, Abbot Wu was holding a broom and sweeping the dry leaves on the ground.
Pang looked the old monk up and down: "Old monk, has a young man come to your temple recently?"
Abbot Wen looked at the people entering the temple and calmly performed a Buddhist salute: "This benefactor, in this land of Buddhism, there are naturally many people coming and going. I wonder what the young man you are referring to looks like?"
Pang Cong frowned, looked at Abbot Wu and said, "Old monk, don't be careless with me. If the person I'm looking for is with you, I can just search it myself."
"I have to dig three feet into the ground of this ruined temple to find Lin Xiaofeng!" Pang Cong shouted loudly.
Lin Xiaofeng, who was practicing with Jue Chen in the backyard, naturally heard Pang Cong's loud voice.
Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel slightly startled, and looked at Jue Chen beside him: "Little Master Jue Chen, those people should be coming for me, otherwise I should have escaped through the back door, so as not to cause trouble to you and the master."
Juechen was sitting cross-legged in meditation and said with a smile on his face: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. The old monk can handle these guys."
Jue Chen didn't seem to be worried at all about being unable to abbot.
When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he became curious, but when he thought about it carefully, a person like his master allowed the Abbot to test himself to see if he was suitable to be his successor.
From this point alone, we can see that being unable to abbot is very unusual.
Unable to do anything, the abbot held a broom and stopped in front of Pang Cong and others: "Buddhism is a quiet place. People with bad intentions are not allowed to enter, Amitabha."
Pang Cong sneered: "Old monk, are you really looking for death? Is there any place in Heilongjiang that I, Mr. Pang, cannot go to?"
"Chop this old monk into pieces!" Pang Cong shouted.
At this time, the people behind Pang Cong rushed forward one after another and rushed towards Fang Zhang.
The abbot's expression remained unchanged and his feet kept moving.
Dozens of people rushed towards him, but they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
Pang Cong was not far away and was secretly frightened.
After all, he is an elder of the Shengjin Sect and has extremely high qualifications.
If nothing else, after all these years, I still have some perspective.
He could tell that this old monk was probably not someone ordinary people could handle.
"That's enough!" Pang Cong shouted: "Get back here, you're in disgrace."
These people of the Shengjin Sect were so disgraced that even though they were helpless, their white clothes were not stained.
"Dare I ask the master's name?" Pang Cong forced a smile.
Abbot Noble put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk's name is Noble."
"Can't?"
Pang Cong's forehead wrinkled.
The Shengjin Sect has spread across the three northeastern provinces for many years, so why have we never heard of such a famous figure?
However, Pang Cong has been involved in the Shengjin Cult for many years, and his high status is not due to his own abilities, but to his cautious and vigilant character.
He respectfully bowed to Abbot Feng and said, "It was my junior who was rude just now. Please forgive me, master."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of Xiaohua Temple.
This made many of the men he brought feel a little aggrieved.
After all, for so many years, only their Holy Gold Sect has bullied others.
It's okay to burn a temple like this in a mountain village, and Pang Cong actually apologized respectfully.
Pang Cong is an elder of the Shengjin Sect. In recent years, when he was young, he could be said to have done almost all kinds of evil.
Now that he is old, although he has restrained himself a lot, he is still an extremely vindictive person.
As soon as he walked out of Xiaohua Temple, Pang Cong immediately contacted Situ Jinzhen, trying to find out the origin of this old monk.
In Xiaohua Temple, Lin Xiaofeng and Juechen, who had just been hiding in the corner and watched all this, turned around and returned to the backyard.
"I can't believe that the abbot is so old and still so skilled." Lin Xiaofeng said in amazement.
Jue Chen on the side said with a smile: "What does this mean? The old monk was even more powerful before than he is now. With his skills, it is absolutely no problem for him to go down the mountain and make a living. But it is a pity that he is very ignorant and only knows how to stay here all day long."
On the broken mountain, chant sutras and recite the Buddha's name."
Lin Xiaofeng heard from Jue Chen's words that he didn't seem to have much respect for Abbot Wu.
"He is your master after all. Isn't it inappropriate for you to say this?" Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but said.
But Jue Chen waved his hand: "He actually doesn't care about these things. You don't know. He's weird."
"Strange?" Lin Xiaofeng was a little curious.
He was also quite curious about Abbot Wen and Jue Chen.
Jue Chen said: "I am an orphan. I was picked up and raised by an old monk. For so many years, he has not eaten any meat and cannot even trample an ant to death."
Lin Xiaofeng smiled: "It means that Master Wu is compassionate and compassionate. He is an eminent monk."
"What an eminent monk, he is just too stubborn." Jue Chen rolled his eyes: "Let me tell you, from the time I was born to the time I grew up, I never went down the mountain more than three times, and I could only wander around in the deep mountains every day.
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When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he was a little surprised: "You are at least twenty years old now, right? You have only been down the mountain three times?"
Jue Chen shook his head: "I have wanted to go down the mountain to practice all day long, but the old monk said that my worldly heart is still alive and that after I go down the mountain, I will be addicted to the world of flowers. He has refused to let me go down the mountain."
Lin Xiaofeng asked: "Does Master Weang always stay in this deep mountain?"
"Anyway, it's been like this since I can remember. In addition to eating, drinking and having diarrhea every day, I just chant sutras and recite Buddha's name."
After hearing what Chen said, Lin Xiaofeng suddenly became curious about Wu Fangzhang.
What kind of monk can actually spend decades in the mountains boringly chanting sutras and reciting the Buddha's name?
At this time, outside Xiaohua Temple, Pang Cong was holding a mobile phone and talking to Situ Jinzhen.
"What? Xiaohua Temple?" Situ Jinzhen frowned: "Isn't the name of the law impossible?"
Pang Cong held his cell phone: "Leader, is it possible that you know this person?"
"I've heard of it." Situ Jinzhen frowned and said: "If it is really the helpless monk in my memory, it will be really troublesome. You and others are not allowed to step into Xiaohua Temple. You can only wait for Lin Xiaofeng to come out, and you are not allowed to come back.
Go in and offend Master Wu."
"He's just a monk in the mountains. Master, you must be too careful." Pang Cong couldn't help but say.