I have a mirror of two realms

Chapter 61: Bribe a knowledgeable guest and meet the host

Tanyun Temple is located less than [-] miles south of Qingyuan County.

The prosperity of the incense in the temple is even better than that of Biyou Temple in Biyun Mountain.

On the one hand, Tanyun Temple is closer to the county seat, making it easy for people in the city to get there.

On the other hand, it is also related to the eloquence of the monks in the temple.

As we all know, in almost every world, these bald asses are highly contagious.

Especially some professional players who chant sutras and worship Buddha during the day, change clothes and wear big gold chains to meet Xiaomi after get off work, pursuing perfect home runs.

Wang Teng held a bundle in his hand and stood in front of the temple with a pious expression, secretly complaining in his heart.

As far as he knew, Biyou Temple sent Taoist Tongming down the mountain to subdue the demon.

But this Tanyun Temple has been silent, and no one knows what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

One sentence from the Diamond Sutra in one step, one sentence in the Lotus Sutra in three steps, one sentence in the Yoga Sutra in ten steps
Uh, no, it’s the Lankavatara Sutra.

Wang Teng muttered words that were comparable to those of the most devout believers, only missing one step of kowtow.

Um.
It doesn't matter at all!
Kowling is not pious, and chanting sutras stimulates the root.

He thought to himself: The Buddha said so many things in his life, but he didn't remember much. It was enough to have the Buddha in his heart.

Most of the pilgrims passing by on the road were in groups.

Occasionally, there are a few Xiaojiabiyu who are alone, and they seem to be the kind who come to Tanyun Temple to beg for children.

"Infertility.
It is better to ask the Buddha for this kind of thing than to ask me. After all, our surname is Wang. "

Wang Teng shook his head and no longer paid attention to the fragrance of wild flowers on the roadside.

He had serious business to attend to during his trip and couldn't spare any extra time.

When I have free time in the future, I can negotiate big deals worth billions with those roadside wildflowers.

Wang Teng walked to the gate of the temple step by step, and saw several young monks, under the arrangement of Zhike Monk, leading the pilgrims who came to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings into the temple.

The incense in Tanyun Temple is very prosperous, so it is naturally impossible for Zhike Monk to take care of every pilgrim, and the young monks often do it for them.

"This master, I specially came to your temple to make wishes and pray for my friends. I hope that this can be convenient for you."

Wang Teng lowered his head slightly, took out a piece of silver from his arms and quietly handed it over.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The monk Zhike put his hands together and closed his eyes slightly.

He recited the Buddha's name loudly: "Almsgiver, please come here and follow the poor monk inside to talk."

"Thank you, Master!"

Wang Teng held up his hands as a gift and stuffed the silver into Zhike Monk's spacious sleeve robe with silky movements.

He himself had just arrived in the pure land of Buddhism, and the kind of kid in front of him was often the most difficult to deal with.

It would be better to feed them with money from the beginning, so as not to create many obstacles for themselves out of thin air.

The monk Zhike didn't even look back, and walked in front of him unconsciously, with a smile on his lips.

There are not many pilgrims who are as sensible as Wang Teng. Other pilgrims always have to work hard to get the oil and water into their hands.

With little effort, Zhike Monk led Wang Teng to a side hall.

There was no one in the side hall. Several Arhat Bodhisattvas were enshrined, and the strong scent of sandalwood lingered in the entire hall.

The monk who knew the guest clasped his hands together, turned around and asked Wang Teng's purpose of coming: "Why are you here, donor? You can just go to the main hall to worship the Buddha and offer incense to make wishes and pray for blessings. There is no need for this."

"Let the master laugh."

Wang Teng cupped his hands and pretended to consider it for a moment.

Then he briefly told the whole story of what happened in the Liu Mansion.

In his narration, he was completely a bystander, someone who would go out of his way to save his friends.

It's just that he didn't rush to fight the Heart-Eating Corpse Demon, nor did he stab his friends in return. He was just a spectator at the Liu Mansion's wedding banquet.

All in all, in the little story he told, Wang Teng completely removed himself from the whole incident.

"Amitabha!"

The monk Zhike recited the Buddha's name and asked with a confused look on his face: "Donor, are you sure that the evil spirit that appeared in the Liu Mansion that day was the Heart-Eating Corpse Demon?" "This."

Wang Teng pretended to be embarrassed and scratched his head: "I also heard what Taoist Priest Yujizi said, but I actually don't know these things."

Immediately afterwards, he described the image of the Heart-Eating Corpse Demon again. Even the characteristics of the guy after his death were described in great detail in front of Zhike Monk.

He did these tasks necessary to win people's trust, and he did so carefully.

"Amitabha! The donor, please stay here for a while. The poor monk must first report the matter to the abbot of this temple. He will discuss it with the donor after the poor monk comes back."

Zhike Monk's expression suddenly changed, and he didn't even bother to recite the Buddha's name.

He briefly told Wang Teng a few words and hurriedly left the side hall.

This matter was of great importance, so I didn't know that the guest monk was not careful about it.

Wang Teng watched Zhi Ke Monk leaving and felt a little puzzled in his heart.

Looking at it this way, the whole thing seems to have nothing to do with Tanyun Temple, but why do these bald donkeys let it go?

His mind was spinning, and he seemed to vaguely touch on some connections.

But when he tried hard to grasp it, he felt that it was not very clear.

Until Zhike Monk returned to the side hall again, Wang Teng was immersed in thinking and did not pay attention.

He wanted to seize the sudden flash of inspiration and completely ignored the changes in the outside world.

"Donor, the abbot of this temple would like to meet you."

Zhike Monk clasped his hands together and stared at Wang Teng who was deep in thought with burning eyes.

"Okay, master, please lead the way."

Wang Teng came back to his senses and said to Zhike Monk very politely.

One of the purposes of his trip was to have a direct conversation with the eminent monk of Tanyun Temple.

Only in this way can he find out the specific cause of the whole thing.

"Donor, please follow this poor monk."

The monk Zhike closed his eyes slightly, turned around and walked in front of his head to lead the way.

Wang Teng followed closely, his hand holding the baggage tightening unconsciously.

According to his personal understanding, the eminent monk who can sit on the throne of Tanyun Temple must be at least a master of the seventh grade or above.

In front of such a master, it would be better for him not to disagree.

After exiting the side hall hall, walk around along the corridor.

Soon, under the guidance of Zhike Monk, we arrived at the quiet room where the abbot of Tanyun Temple was located.

"Donor, please come in. The poor monk is waiting outside."

The monk who knows his guests behaves modestly and treats his guests generously, without showing the slightest hint of the hidden wealth in his sleeves.

"Trouble master."

Wang Teng nodded, stepped forward, opened the door of the quiet room and walked in.

I saw a middle-aged monk with a big face and big ears, sitting there looking at him with a smile.

"I've met the host master below!"

Wang Teng's heart tightened, and he quickly bowed his hands after entering the door.

"The donor does not want to see anyone else. Please forgive the poor monk for not treating me well."

The middle-aged monk smiled while holding the flowers, pointed to the futon next to him and said, "Donor, please sit down."

"Thank you, Master!"

Wang Teng thanked him, walked over and sat down cross-legged, as if listening.

"The poor monk just heard Huijing's report, saying that the benefactor had seen the Heart-Eating Corpse Demon in the city. Could you please ask the benefactor to tell the poor monk the whole story again?"

The middle-aged monk's voice was neither urgent nor slow, making people feel like they were being washed by the spring breeze.

(End of this chapter)