I have a mirror of two realms

Chapter 11 Biyou Guan Cangsongzi

Biyun Mountain is located in the east of Qingyuan County, about fifty miles away from the county seat.

The official roads of the Great Zhou Dynasty were well repaired, and the carriage ride along the way was not too bumpy.

Wang Teng was a little bored sitting in the carriage, so he simply focused on the light of destiny.

He received a total of nine rays of destiny, six of which came from the old monk who begged for alms, and the other three came from the two burglars.

In other words, an old monk passing by for alms far surpassed two bandits who could be registered in the state capital.

"I'm afraid this old monk's identity is not simple!"

Wang Teng was extremely frightened when he thought about it, and took several breaths of air.

You must know that he was able to easily capture the two burglars, probably because of the advance warning and help from the old monk.

Even if he didn't make any preparations in advance, just relying on that one Buddhist bead was enough to keep him safe.

If you look at it from another angle, this is almost equivalent to nine rays of destiny, all of which are closely related to the old monk's alms.

"Zizzi."

When he thought of this, Wang Teng couldn't help but gnash his teeth.

"If my attitude were better."

"Hey, fate is wonderful!"

Wang Teng sighed softly, and his mood became a little lower.

Biyun Mountain, Biyou Temple.

The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain. The road up the mountain behind was a rugged mountain road, so you could only walk up it step by step with your feet.

"Thank you three, please wait at the foot of the mountain."

Wang Teng got off the carriage and hugged the three drivers.

"It's not hard, it's not hard!"

"Master Renyi, the fare you gave us is enough for us to make two more trips."

The coachmen were not good at expressing their emotions either, but they kept thanking Wang Teng.

"Uncle Hong, leave some tea money for these guys."

Wang Teng nuzzled at Hung Bo, and after giving the instructions, he took the three little maids and headed up the mountain.

There happens to be a tea shop at the foot of the mountain, where passers-by can take a rest.

He left the county town this time, and he didn't know how long it would take him to return.

Appeasing the emotions of the three grooms will also be beneficial to the subsequent itinerary.

Not long after the group of people walked along the mountain road, they encountered pilgrims coming down the mountain in twos and threes.

"How come there are so many pilgrims coming to the mountain on this day that is not annual or festival?"

Wang Teng was a little confused and asked Uncle Hong beside him as he walked.

"Sir, I don't know much about this."

Uncle Hong took a few steps forward and replied with a wry smile.

"I have always heard that the Zhou Dynasty was very prosperous, and now it seems that it is true."

Wang Teng nodded lightly and murmured to himself.

Judging from the situation in front of us, it is probably not much better than the Taoist temple in today's society.

With little effort, the group quickly followed the mountain road to the Biyou Temple.

"Immeasurable Daoist."

The Taoist Zhike at the gate of Biyou Temple was very sharp-eyed and shouted in Wang Teng's direction.

Wang Teng, who was dressed in brocade and splendid clothes, and the servants and maids behind him, the young master in front of him was extraordinary.

"Taoist Priest, I heard that the incense at Biyou Temple is quite effective, so I came here to offer incense and pray for blessings."

Wang Teng bowed his hand as a courtesy and spoke very politely.

"Young master, please!"

Taoist Zhike shook off the fly whisk in his hand, turned around and led the crowd in front of his head.

The Taoist priests at Biyou Temple usually do not pay attention to the red tape, and most of the pilgrims who come to offer incense are treated equally.But there are always exceptions to everything, such as when you meet a wealthy family like Wang Teng.

Most of the pilgrims' incense money is mainly copper coins, and a very small number of pilgrims will give some scattered silver coins.

And wealthy people like Wang Teng have always been extremely generous with their actions.

Taoist Zhike led the way, and Wang Teng and others followed closely behind, winding through several side halls and arriving at the main hall.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the Taoists, he took out the hundred taels of silver that had been prepared and placed them in front of the merit box.

"How can this be done?"

Taoist Zhike suddenly panicked, and even the Taoist priest next to him was very surprised.

"It doesn't matter, this is my intention."

Wang Teng smiled slightly and revealed the purpose of his trip: "But I don't know if I am lucky enough to meet the master of Guiguan."

"Master, please wait a moment, I will go and report it now."

The Taoist Zhike made an inspection and hurriedly reported to the temple owner.

At the same time, another Taoist invited Wang Teng into a side room to serve tea, while Hong Bo and the maids were waiting outside.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

An old Taoist priest with white beard and hair walked into the side room and said to Wang Teng: "I am a poor Taoist named Cangsongzi. I am the master of Biyou Temple and I have met this young master."

"My dear, Wang Teng, I hope the Taoist priest will forgive me if there is anything rude."

Wang Teng quickly stood up and cupped his hands, his attitude was surprisingly respectful.

The two exchanged a few words of greetings, and then sat down to talk.

Cang Songzi has a wide range of knowledge, a fairy-like manner in his conversation, and has a somewhat monk-like demeanor.

Wang Teng gradually felt itchy and racked his brains to bring the topic to various spiritual experiences.

Although he knew a little about the spiritual practice of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he couldn't help but read the original Qidian books and reviews from book friends for more than ten years, and he still had some ink in his stomach.

At this time, Cang Songzi frowned slightly and responded absentmindedly.

"Taoist Priest, I met a wandering monk a few days ago. Fortunately, this expert warned me in advance and gave me a helping hand. I was able to resolve the crisis and escape safely."

While Wang Teng was chatting, the conversation suddenly changed and he talked about how he met an old monk on his way home that day.

"Supplemented by the Buddhist thunder method, the Buddhist beads will protect the Lord on their own when encountering murderous intent. The young master must have met a virtuous and eminent monk."

There was a flash of light in Cang Songzi's eyes, and he said immediately without thinking.

"Hey, it's a pity that there are no traces of such an expert. I always feel regretful in my heart."

Wang Teng sighed sincerely and remained silent for a long time.

From Cang Songzi's words, he roughly guessed the method used by the old monk to make alms.

To put it simply, the old monk who prays for alms uses Buddhist magical power to bless the beads.

Whenever you encounter someone with murderous intentions, the Buddha beads will seek out the enemy on their own and subdue them.

The key is that eminent Buddhist monks have always been compassionate, and the beads only hurt people but don't kill. Only this method can be called a great one.

As for whether the old monk who had alms for alms had the magical power of Angry Eyes Vajra, Wang Teng did not know.

"Haha, why do you care so much, sir? The secrets of Buddhism have always been like this."

Cang Songzi laughed and spoke to comfort Wang Teng who was beside him.

"But after this incident, I can't help but yearn for a path of spiritual practice in my heart, and I hope that the Taoist Master can fulfill it!"

Wang Teng quickly stood up and held his hands, looking extremely pious.

After this temptation, he knew that the Taoist Master Cangsongzi in front of him was most likely to understand the illusory way of cultivation.

"Hey, the old Taoist looks at the face of the young master, but seeing that the young master is plump and wealthy, there is really no need to go through a difficult and dangerous road and seek that illusory way."

Cang Songzi's eyes flickered and he spoke meaningfully to persuade.

"Master Taoist, please forgive me for being so stupid. I have taken the liberty to ask you if there is a way to practice in your temple."

Wang Teng heard Cang Songzi's polite refusal, and reluctantly asked again.

Practitioners are living in this world of mortals, so they are determined not to spend money on worldly things. Otherwise, why would they need to collect money from pilgrims for their incense and merit?

No matter what kind of medicine Cang Songzi sold in his gourd, he didn't believe that he couldn't hit this old guy even if he took out ten thousand taels of silver!
(End of this chapter)