Under one person: If I let you refine your Qi, will you become an immortal?!

Chapter 293: I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu because I am in it! Little Zhuge’s good fate!

at the same time.

On the path at the northern foot of Mount Lushan, looking at Kong Ming walking briskly in front of him, Lu Jin's eyes flashed with some doubt.

"Old man, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

"It's urgent."

Kong Ming pondered in his heart and replied, "Is it urgent? Maybe I'm used to walking this road."

Hearing this, Lu Jin nodded, but did not ask further questions. He just felt that the old monk did not seem to be used to this walk, but more like a thief with a guilty conscience, or he did not want to be discovered as he was carrying gold through a busy city.

Just thinking about it.

An ancient temple appeared in front of us not far away.

Lu Jin looked up and saw that the temple gate looked very dilapidated compared to the big temples he had seen before.

The corners of the wall were covered with green moss, and the red painted wooden door was cracked. At the same time, a little boy wearing patched clothes and with only one arm standing at the door was sweeping the floor.

"Old senior, is this Xilin Temple?"

"Can't you read?"

"No, I remember when I came here with my father ten years ago, it wasn't so dilapidated."

"Within a hundred years, the vast ocean can turn into mulberry fields. It's been ten years and no one has repaired it. Isn't it normal?" Looking at the three words "Xilin Temple" on the plaque, Kong Ming's tone was a little emotional.

Compared to the Donglin Temple which is very popular.

Although Xilin Temple is also considered the ancestral temple of the Pure Land Sect, the scale of the temple is very shabby.

Only five or six people are passed down in one generation.

At the same time, wars and disasters have never stopped in Ganzhou over the years.

Many of Kongming's fellow disciples of the same generation died during the previous dynasty's suppression of the Taiping Rebellion. Later, there were warlords' fighting and the Northern Expedition. After a series of events, there were only a few people left in Xilin Temple.

He was also three years ago.

I just took over Xilin Temple from my senior brother.

"Ok."

Lu Jin responded.

Afterwards, the group walked to the entrance of the temple.

The one-armed boy who was cleaning saw them and bowed respectfully to Kong Ming.

"Abbot, who are these people?"

"Destined person."

Kongming couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. First, he had intercepted a good opportunity, and second, he had brought the fat sheep back home.

Immediately, he instructed the boy, "You don't need to clean the door. Go to the backyard and clean up four rooms. The price is what I agreed on before, ninety coppers per room, a total of two dollars."

"Ok!"

The one-armed boy's eyes suddenly lit up.

There really are Yuan people.

Then, just as he was about to turn around to clean the monastery, he heard his abbot asking as usual.

"Is there anything going on in the temple while I'm away?"

"If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten." At this moment, the one-armed boy said indignantly, "Those foreign missionaries came again, saying they wanted to buy our temple for 30,000 dollars. After being rejected, they left in anger."

"He mumbled a lot."

"Although I didn't understand, I think it wasn't a good thing. Master, please be careful when you go out next time."

"got it."

There was a hint of coldness in Kong Ming's tone.

Although Xilin Temple is dilapidated, it is an ancient temple from the Six Dynasties with a thousand-year heritage.

Not to mention treasures like relics and Buddhist beads, even the temple itself is a cultural relic and antique. He would not sell it for 30,000 yuan, let alone 30 million yuan.

Just thinking about it.

Li Muxuan's calm voice sounded.

"Senior, this is a difficult situation. Do you need my help?"

As the saying goes, tit for tat.

Since the two of them are destined to be together and have the intention to pass on the Dharma, they naturally have to help each other when they encounter problems.

"you?"

Kong Ming was slightly stunned when he looked at Li Muxuan.

It’s not that I think the other party can’t handle it with his level of cultivation.

Let me just say something unpleasant. Although this is a place for growing flowers, it is not easy to offend foreigners. After all, foreigners who can come here to grow flowers basically have connections with the powerful, not to mention that the Vatican is behind these missionaries.

This is a huge beast.

Whether in the spiritual world or in the secular world, the Holy See has tremendous influence.

And I just met this child by chance.

There's no need to put people at such a big risk.

Furthermore, children may lack experience and may not be very clean when doing things.

Then, Kong Ming waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your kindness, young Taoist priest, but this is the matter of my Xilin Temple. Besides, they are just a group of thieves who covet the land and temple. There is no need to trouble you to take action. I can handle it myself."

Li Muxuan hummed when he heard this.

No further questions were asked.

After Kongming gave a few more instructions to the one-armed boy, he led a few people into the temple.

Since the scale of Xilin Temple is not very large, not long after they walked, a towering Buddhist pagoda with a majestic appearance appeared in everyone's sight.

The tower is seven stories high and hexagonal in shape, with Buddhist niches on each side.

There are inscriptions on the top of each door on the south side of the tower.

From bottom to top they are Thousand Buddha Pagoda, Yushicai, Vajra, Lingjiulai, Wushangdharma, Congyuhua and Wumingzang.

"Masters, this is the treasure of our Xilin Temple." Kong Ming pointed at the pagoda and said, "It is said that people in Donglin worship Buddha and those in Xilin look at the pagoda. This pagoda was built by the order of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and was expanded during the Northern Song Dynasty."

“There are 1,008 Buddha statues enshrined inside and outside the pagoda.”

“Anyone who practices the Pure Land Dharma.”

"As long as your cultivation is sufficient, every time you ascend a level, that level will be filled with infinite Buddha light."

"But so far, no one has ever been able to make the top of the tower shine with Buddha's light. Even I can only make it shine to the fifth level. So, perhaps only when you reach the level of Buddha can you climb to the top of the tower."

Kong Ming sighed.

Hearing this, Li Muxuan nodded, but didn't care too much.

After all, it sounds like a way to test one's Buddhist realm.

It doesn't help much for one's own practice.

Besides, if you are too persistent about some things, you will end up losing the quality.

Then, Li Muxuan looked around and his eyes were instantly attracted by a stone tablet not far from the pagoda. On it was written: "Looking from the side, it looks like a mountain; looking from the front, it looks like a peak; the distance and height are different."

"I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain."

Li Muxuan was naturally clear about the origin of this poem, and the philosophy contained in it is also thought-provoking.

At this time.

Wu Gensheng's voice came to my ears.

“The philosophical thinking of the ancients is admirable. Only by jumping out of this mountain can we see the whole picture of the mountain.”

At this point, Wu Gensheng seemed to have thought of something, looked at Li Muxuan, and said, "Bu Ran, your idea of ​​retreating into the inner world is consistent with this poem. Both of you want to see the mountain from outside the mountain."

“But have you ever thought about how to see the full view outside the mountain?”

"Let's jump out of this mountain first."

Li Muchuan said lightly.

He doesn’t know whether there is an end to spiritual practice, but as long as he doesn’t achieve what he wants.

No matter how many mountains there are behind him or how high they are, he will keep moving forward. When he reaches the end or he can't walk anymore, he will naturally stop.

Upon hearing this, Wu Gensheng smacked his lips.

He didn't say anything.

I was just asking out of curiosity, and there is no point in asking further.

No one can predict what the future holds.

One day, maybe he would suddenly not want to be the head of Quanxing anymore and want to abandon his current path, but these might not become obstacles to his progress.

If my personality changes drastically tomorrow.

There must be a reason for the drastic change in temperament. If you know you won't regret it when it happens, then you won't miss it now.

At this moment, several figures came from not far away.

Li Muxuan turned his head and saw that they were all ordinary people with disabilities.

For example, some were missing two ears, some were blind in one eye, and some had broken legs and were lame. The oldest of these people looked to be in their early twenties.

Both hands are covered with thick calluses.

Obviously working frequently.

"Abbott!"

When they got closer, the lame man called out respectfully, then lowered his head and glanced timidly at Li Muxuan and the others.

At this time, Kong Ming smiled and said, "Have you finished the work at hand?"

"it is done!"

When talking about the work, the lame man was obviously much more confident, saying: "This time we have made a new style, the craftsmanship is much more complicated than before, but it is also more delicate and more beautiful, it should be easier for you to sell it."

"Thank you for your trouble."

"If it weren't for you, the abbot, we would have starved to death long ago."

The lame man showed gratitude on his face.

"I didn't do anything."

Kong Ming shook his head and said, "Your own labor supports yourselves, and I am also blessed by you."

"I made a lot of money to repair the temple."

Hearing this, the lame man still looked grateful, but knowing the abbot's character, he didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at Li Muxuan and others, and after hesitating for a while, he bravely said: "The abbot is a great monk! He is also a good person!"

"Well, I understand."

Li Muxuan nodded.

Seeing this, the lame man showed joy on his face, then said goodbye to Kong Ming and left.

He was afraid that he and others would disturb the abbot’s conversation with the guests.

And just after they left.

Lu Jin couldn't hold back and asked, "Master, is this the craftsman you mentioned?"

"They are not healthy at all."

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes turned to Kong Ming.

Upon hearing this, Kong Ming shook his head and sighed, "Their life stories are tragic."

"Some were born with disabilities and were abandoned by their parents soon after they were born. Then they were picked up by my senior brother and brought back to the temple. Others were kidnapped by traffickers and could not be sold, so they deliberately made themselves disabled to gain sympathy."

"In the past, when there were big moneymakers in the temple, they were only asked to do odd jobs like sweeping the floor and wiping the table on weekdays."

“But now the temples are not popular.”

"Besides, if you rely on a mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on water, the water will flow away. If I am gone one day, Xilin Temple will be abandoned. They can't just close their eyes and wait for death, right? So I asked someone to teach them some skills."

"This way, even if they leave the temple in the future, they won't starve to death."

"As for repairing the temple."

"First, to give them a better place to live, and second, to renovate it to attract pilgrims here."

The words fell.

There was some respect in everyone's eyes.

Although there are many upright practitioners who roam the world and help the weak, most of them just give money or make some follow-up arrangements. There are very few who are like the old monk who does it all in one go and sends the Buddha to the west.

Of course, this doesn't mean we have to compete with each other.

It’s just that the old monk’s approach is indeed worthy of everyone’s admiration, and he is indeed a great monk.

Between thoughts.

Lu Jin waved his hand and said, "Master, I will pay for the renovation of the temple!"

"it is good!"

Kong Ming agreed without even thinking about it.

After all, it's right to be self-reliant, but why not refuse money offered by young talents?

Buddhism has never taught me to be pretentious.

Then, Kong Ming liked Lu Jin more and more, even better than Li Muxuan, so he took out a string of red glass beads from his sleeve and said, "This money can't be spent in vain. I and you hit it off right away. It's a pity that we met too late."

"I will simply sell you this pearl that has been with me for many years for only four thousand dollars."

"four thousand?"

Lu Jin frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Kong Ming tried to test him: "If you think it's not worth the price, we can still do it."

The words have not yet fallen.

Then I heard Lu Jin say: "What I mean is, is four thousand dollars enough to repair the temple?"

"Since we are going to repair it, we can't be petty."

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Kong Ming's expression froze for a moment.

I didn’t expect that this fat, handsome and talented man is even richer than I expected!

Realizing this, Kong Ming, who had rich business experience, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "With what I have, it's barely enough, but I wonder how much you can think of."

"Eight thousand, that sounds better."

Kongming's old face suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum. This was the destined person he had been waiting for in Xilin Temple!

The last time I met such a big sponsor.

It was during the Northern Song Dynasty.

Eight thousand oceans was enough for him to renovate and expand the entire temple and the mountain road outside!

Then, Kong Ming took out a copper bowl from his pocket and said with a smile: "When I saw you, young master, I felt that you were very noble. Considering that you have a connection with my Xilin Temple, I decided to buy one and get one free, and give you another treasure!"

"Why do I need this bowl? I don't beg for alms."

Lu Jin waved his hand.

He felt that with his family background, cultivation, and senior brothers, it was impossible for him to fall to the point of begging.

Wu Gensheng, who was standing by, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw this scene.

No wonder they say fools have good luck!
Unlike the previous street stall goods, that string of glass beads is not fake.

It is a magic weapon!
Although it doesn't seem to have any use, its value is definitely more than four thousand oceans.

The same is true for the bowl, and its value is even higher than that of other sects. It can only be said that it is worthy of being a big sect with a thousand-year heritage. Although it has declined now, its foundation is much deeper than that of small sects. It gave away two magic weapons with just a wave of its hand.

Of course, this is also the good fate of little Zhuge.

If it weren't for the kindness that sprouted.

Not to mention eight thousand, even if it's eighty thousand dollars, there's no way they'll sell the sect's treasure to you.

While thinking, Lu Jin accepted the two items reluctantly under the old monk's persuasion, but thinking they were still cheap goods, he threw them into his bag.

At the same time, he said, "Senior, I will ask someone to send the money to you in two days."

"Also, the injuries of those workers, I..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Several figures suddenly came running over in a hurry.

Lu Jin turned around and saw a group of monks in brightly dressed clothes.

The leader was even older than Kongming, but he was in exceptionally good spirits. He looked at Kongming with sharp eyes and gnashing teeth.

"Kong Ming!"

"Amitabha, isn't this Brother Daoshun?"

Seeing the visitor, Kong Ming smiled and said, "How come you have time to visit me today?"

"nothing."

Hearing this, Daoshun curled the corner of his mouth. Of course, he couldn't say openly that he came here to rob someone.

So, he forced a smile on his wrinkled face and said, "I heard from my useless disciple that a distinguished guest had come to Mount Lu, so I specially brought my disciples to meet him to show my hospitality as a host."

Done.

Daoshun looked at Li Muxuan and others.

He put his hands together and said, "Namo Amitabha, I wonder which one is the little immortal."

"Please come out and see me."

(End of this chapter)