Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 75 Dingyuan Temple

Xu Zi stood solemnly on the river bank and looked at an old man with a hunched body and a pole in the river, holding the boat pole and sailing the boat towards the other bank.There were two simple scholars on the boat, looking up at the flower boat with envy in their eyes.

The sound of singing and dancing can be heard faintly on the flower boat, and the atmosphere of red dust and fireworks is filled.

Ningzhou Fucheng seems to be very different from Songjian Fucheng.

There were many pedestrians on the street, and two police officers would pass by from time to time, presumably to maintain public order.

On the street, several more scholars wearing Confucian shirts walked over, talking and laughing.

No wonder, because in this world, learning is valuable, and as long as you have a little bit of knowledge, you have to wear a Confucian shirt.

It was the temple fair again, so naturally there were many students.

Xu Zisu stepped forward and gave a salute: "Dear donors, this young monk is polite."

Several young people turned around and looked at Xu Zisu with confusion: "Little master, what's the matter?"

"The young monk wants to ask, is there a temple in Ningzhou Prefecture?"

Several scholars heard this and looked at each other: "Young master, are you from out of town?"

"That's right, the young monk is here from Songjian Mansion."

"Little Master, I advise you to just choose an inn in the city and stay there. There is no need to go to any temple."

Xu Zisu was slightly startled: "Why is this?"

"Do you have any money?"

"As a foreigner, what do you want money for?"

Several scholars smiled slightly: "Since there is no money, the young master cannot go to the monastery."

"Please ask some donors to clarify their doubts." Xu Zisu saluted.

A scholar said: "There is only one temple on the outskirts of Ningzhou Prefecture, but this temple has many rules. If you want to enter the temple, you need to pay for incense."

Another scholar couldn't help but interjected: "And the price of incense is quite expensive, not something ordinary people can afford."

"As a member of the Buddhist sect, the young monk cannot be an exception?"

"Hahaha, don't say you are from the Buddhist sect, even our Lord of Ningzhou Prefecture is no exception."

Xu Zisu frowned slightly, there is such a temple, how is this different from making money?
"I would like to ask some of you to tell me that this young monk is going to see what's wrong with this kind of Buddhist temple. He asks for money when entering."

"Young master, it's better not to hit the wall."

Seeing Xu Zisu's persistence, they had no choice but to tell him his specific address.

When Xu Zisu left, several people looked at his leaving back, looked at each other and shook their heads. This little master might suffer a lot today.

Then he put the matter behind him and continued playing.

suburbs,

Dingyuan Temple,
A medium-sized temple stands. The entrance is spotless, even on the steps. The courtyard door is tightly closed. I don't think there have been any pilgrims entering today.

Pedestrians passing by didn't even raise their eyes, as if they were used to the plainness of this temple.

Xu Zisu came closer, glanced at the words "Dingyuan Temple" on the plaque, and then went up to knock on the door.

How much,

A middle-aged monk opened the door and looked at Xu Zisu with a frown.

"Amitabha,"

"The young monk Pudu wants to stay overnight in the courtyard. I hope it will be convenient for you, Master."

The monk smiled slightly: "Do you have money to enter the temple?"

"I wonder how much the master wants?"

"It only costs a hundred taels of silver to enter the temple."

Xu Zisu shook his head: "As a foreigner, the young monk doesn't have any money on his body." When the monk heard this, the smile on his face gradually faded: "Since I have no money, I forgive you that this temple cannot keep you overnight."

After saying that, he closed the temple door.

Sure enough, as the rumors said, you can't enter the temple without money.

Moreover, this monk was full of violence and had no Buddhist way of cultivating his energy and cultivating his mind.

A wolf in sheep's clothing?
Xu Zisu took a deep look at the painted red door, then brushed it with his hand, and the door opened in response, and then he pushed the door open and walked in.

The middle-aged monk who had not gone far was stunned when he saw this scene: "How did you get in?"

"It's just a temple gate. The young monk can go in and out whenever he wants."

"Be presumptuous and break into the mountain gate without permission. Is this what your master taught you?" The monk looked sullen and scolded him sternly. Then his chest heaved up and down, and a faint blood energy emanated from his body. He looked at Xu Zisu with a stern look. .

"I, a Buddhist, save the world and save people. I always have a compassionate heart and open the door for convenience. Although you are a Buddhist temple, you accept people's money and close the door to the world. What's the reason?"

“Could it be that this temple is not a temple and the monks are not monks?”

When the middle-aged monk heard this, his face changed slightly, and he was about to speak again when a voice came from far away.

"What's the fuss in the temple?"

Hearing this, the monk immediately lowered his head.

After a while, an old monk slowly walked over. He had long eyebrows that reached his face. Although his eyebrows were kind and his eyes were kind, his face was as wrinkled as the bark of a tree.

"The poor monk has met the abbot."

The middle-aged monk saluted, the anger on his face dissipated, and he became very respectful.

Abbot?

A great monk who preaches scriptures?

Xu Zisu raised his eyebrows slightly,
The abbot is different from the abbot. The abbot is in charge of a temple and is the master of a temple; while the abbot is a person who preaches scriptures and Dharma. It is only held by the elders of the temple.

Secondly, the abbot is only the abbot of one temple, but the abbot is different. His Buddhist heritage is profound and he can have the ability to preach scriptures and Dharma in many temples.

In other words, one temple can only have one abbot, and ten temples may have only one abbot.

In such a small temple, you can actually hear the word abbot.

Xu Zi was stunned for a moment and looked at the old monk with deep eyes. He was exhausted of energy and blood and was about to die. He seemed to be just an ordinary person.It's just, can an ordinary person be so respectful to a martial artist in the refining state?

As for luck, a monk's luck is ever-changing, but the old monk's luck in front of him is just white.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head, joined hands and gave a salute: "The little monk Pudu has met the master."

At least this old monk didn't have any karma on his body, but he had quite a lot of merit.If you are a kind person, why should you care about whether it is true or false? Elderly people should receive a courtesy.

The old monk looked at Xu Zisu through his white eyebrows, and with just one glance, Xu Zisu was shocked, as if he had been seen through, he was indeed a master.

"The Buddha's essence is profound, and the Buddha's bones and spiritual heart are not bad, not bad."

"Little monk, how many Buddhist sutras have you recited?"

"The young monks chanted more than [-] volumes of sutras together."

The old monk shook his head when he heard this: "It's still a little bit worse, but at your age, it's not easy to be like this."

Then he looked at the middle-aged monk beside him: "Go down, it's fate that this young monk can enter the temple."

"Yes, Abbot."

"Little monk, follow the old monk."

Following the old monk through the front yard to the backyard, I saw that the backyard was full of military racks, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as well as stone locks, stone poles and other physical training objects, inside a Buddhist temple There were actually hidden soldiers, and Xu Zisu couldn't help but frown.

Weird.

In the main hall, there were dozens of monks chanting sutras. It was not surprising that the monks were chanting sutras. What really surprised him was that all these monks were warriors.

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