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Just as people were surprised to hear that there was a temple here, the scale of Jiayuan Temple surprised Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha again.

On the leeward side of the hillside, on a slightly flat place, a group of buildings with red walls and green tiles showed their true colors.Preliminary visual inspection shows that the Jiayuan Temple is built on the mountain, at least a courtyard with three entrances and three exits.A temple of this scale is nothing in the interior, just a small temple.But here is the depths of the Daxue Mountain, and it took three or four days to get here even from the tribe of the Doba people.Even building an adobe house here is quite remarkable.Such a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, the elaborately decorated red walls and green tiles, and the resplendent golden roof of the temple all show the delicacy and luxury of Jiayuan Temple. I really don’t know how it was built in the first place.

Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha thought they would see a few rough stone houses here.

Since he is an ascetic, surely none of the masters in the temple would care about these external things, right?

Unexpectedly, the big fallacy is not the case.

Even Xiao Fan was aroused by the temple deep in the snow mountain.

"Mr. Xiao must feel a little strange, right?"

Tendorjee strode forward and said to Xiao Fan, with indescribable pride in his tone.Anyway, this miracle appeared in Daxue Mountain, in his hometown.

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "It's true. I don't know how much manpower and material resources it took to build such a temple."

Tendorji immediately said: "Mr. Xiao, in fact, Jiayuan Temple has a history of more than 1000 years. It is earlier than the history of the Grand Palace in the capital."

"Oh?"

Xiao Fan's eyebrows suddenly raised.

This time, Xiao Fan was really surprised.

More than 1000 years ago, at that time, even the founder of plateau Buddhism had not yet come out.The plateau at that time was very different from the plateau that people later recognized.But Xiao Fan believes that the geographical climate should not change much.The technology back then was even more backward than it is now.To build such a temple in the depths of Daxue Mountain, could it be bigger.

"Yes, Jiayuan Temple is currently one of the oldest temples on the plateau. It was built at a very high level back then. After it was completed, it has basically not undergone large-scale repairs. Until now, it has only undergone some minor repairs."

Xiao Fan nodded and didn't speak any more.

A group of five people came to the outside of Jiayuan Temple, the courtyard door was ajar, and the surroundings were quiet, only the whistling sound of the cold mountain wind passing through the valley on one side, but it had nothing to do with this side. .

Ji Qingsha praised: "What a pure land outside the world."

No wonder those masters chose to practice penance in Jiayuan Temple, where it is truly quiet.Except for the sound of nature, there is no other noise.

Unlike ordinary temples, Jiayuan Temple does not have a "guard". When everyone opens the door and walks in, the temple is surprisingly quiet.Even the howling of the mountain wind could not be heard.It even makes people doubt whether there are really living people living in this temple.

Fortunately, Dan Dorje seemed to be very familiar with Jiayuan Temple. He led Xiao Fan and others through the temple, and soon found a middle-aged monk in a quiet monk's room.The monk was wearing a thin monk's robe, and his long hair was black and shiny, without any gray color. He looked only in his forties.In the monk's room.The furnishings are extremely simple, not even a brazier, and the temperature inside the room is almost the same as outside.

But looking at the monk's expression, he didn't care.I don't know whether it's the deep cultivation or the natural habit, maybe it's a combination of both.

Tendorjee respected this middle-aged monk very much, and saluted in a respectful manner.Bowing down deeply, he said respectfully, "Master Gyatso!"

The middle-aged monk nodded with a smile on his face, his eyes flicked across everyone's faces, and then settled on Xiao Fan.His eyes narrowed slightly, it was obvious that Xiao Fan's "cooler" attire than him surprised this Master Gyatso.

Although it is cold inside the temple, it is built in the leeward place after all, and it is a completely different environment from the ice and snow outside.Even an eminent monk like him who has practiced in the depths of the Daxue Mountain for many years would not dare to go out for a "walk" in such thin clothes, it would be fatal.

Xiao Fan's attire only shows one thing - the depth of this person's inner strength has reached unbelievable levels.

The power of nature has very little influence on him, even most of the time it is so small that it can be ignored.

Such an expert, and an expert of Han nationality, suddenly came to Jiayuan Temple, and I don't know what kind of important event happened.What's more, it was brought by Dan Dorjee, a famous swordsman in the snowy plateau.For Guru Gyatso, Tendor Dorjee's title of "No. [-] Plateau Warrior" may not be a big deal.This is a title bestowed by the worldly people, and the high-ranking hermit just laughs it off and doesn't care.However, Tendor Dorjee has another identity that even Grand Master Luo Ji cannot ignore.

Danduojizheng'er Bajing is the captain of the chief monk's guard.

Master Gyatso even suspected that this high-ranking Han nationality was a special envoy sent by the chief monk.

"Duoji, this is..."

Tendor Dorjee hurriedly said, "Master Gyatso, this is Mr. Xiao, a master of the Central Plains."

Master Gyatso hurriedly stepped forward to greet Xiao Fan. After exchanging pleasantries, he chose his words carefully and asked, "I don't know if Mr. Xiao has come to our remote Jiayuan Temple. What can you give me?"

Xiao Fan smiled and said: "We came abruptly and disturbed the master. In fact, we were just tracking a thousand-year-old snow demon and passed by your temple on the way. We want to plead with the masters for some food. Please ask the master Don't worry, we won't disturb you for too long, take a short rest, and we will leave soon."

Three or four days have passed since the last battle against the Snow Demon. As time goes by, whether it is Ji Qingsha's head-down tracking or Xiao Fan's spell tracking, it will become more and more difficult.So Xiao Fan really didn't plan to stay in Jiayuan Temple for too long.

"A thousand-year snow demon?"

The originally calm master Gyatso suddenly changed color and blurted out in surprise.

"How is this possible? The snow demon is just a legendary demon spirit. Does it really exist in reality?"

Tendor Dorjee smiled wryly, and said, "Master Gyatso, I didn't believe it at first, but just four days ago, I saw that thing with my own eyes and fought with it. If Mr. Xiao hadn't acted in time, I would have already Died under the claws of that thing."

"..."

Master Gyatso was stunned for a while, looking at Tendorji, he was speechless for a while.It wasn't the first time he had dealt with Dan Dorjee, and he knew that the head of the chief monk's bodyguard had always been reserved and reticent, and he was by no means a talker.What's more, in this snowy early spring season, he brought two Han people from Central Plains across the Daxue Mountain to Jiayuan Temple, which is very self-explanatory.

Who wants to risk their life for such a boring thing without a particularly significant reason?

Tendorje then briefly explained to Master Gyatso what happened in the Toba tribe.

"There is such a thing... Duoji, Mr. Xiao, please wait a moment. I must report this matter to Master Luoji immediately."

Master Gyatso finally recovered from the shock, and immediately said, without waiting for Xiao Fan and others to respond, he hurried out the door, the sleeves of the monk's robe trembled slightly, which showed the tension deep in the great monk's heart .

No wonder he was so nervous, Jiayuan Temple was deep in the snow mountain, much deeper than the location of the Toba Tribe.If everything Dan Dorjee said is true, and a thousand-year-old snow demon reappears in the snowy area, then Jiayuan Temple will most likely become the next target of this monster.

That was a real catastrophe!

Even Master Gyatso is an ascetic with an extremely strong mind, and it is difficult to suppress the fear in his heart at this moment.

Soon, Master Gyatso turned back in a hurry, bowed to Xiao Fan, and said respectfully: "Mr. Xiao, Great Master Luo Ji invites some distinguished guests to his monk's room for a talk."

"Okay, let's bother the Great Guru then. Guru Lao Gyatso!"

"Mr. Xiao is polite. Everyone, please follow me."

Master Gyatso flicked the sleeves of his monk's robe, and led Xiao Fan and others out of the room, along the long corridor in the temple, and walked inside.Passing through two moon gates and turning three bends, a group of people stopped in front of a separate small courtyard.

This small courtyard is completely made of stones, and it is not connected to other buildings in the temple. It has a single door and a single building, forming a small world of its own.

Master Gyatso bowed in front of the small courtyard and said in a deep voice, "Master, Mr. Xiao and the guests have arrived."

"Please come in!"

After a while, an extremely old voice came from the courtyard, but the voice was still full of energy, and the pitch was not high, but everyone could hear it clearly.

"Yes, Master. Mr. Xiao, please; distinguished guests, please!"

At that moment, Master Gyatso led Xiao Fan and others into the small stone courtyard. The main hall of the small courtyard opened wide. An old monk in yellow monk robe stood outside the door, posing to welcome the distinguished guests. , looking solemn.

Seeing this old monk, Xiao Fan and Ji Qingsha were secretly surprised.Grand Master Luo Ji had all white beard and hair, more than two inches long, flying in the breeze like a very hot flame.Buddhism in the plateau is somewhat different from Buddhism in the mainland. The masters do not necessarily shave all the threads of troubles all the time.Under the white hair is a wrinkled face, the vicissitudes of time and the ruthlessness of time are engraved on the face of the Great Master.But the old monk's eyes were still shining brightly, without any hint of yellowish or dirty.

The number one hermit who is famous on the plateau is not tall, and because of his age, he is even very thin. On the exposed arms, the skin is very loose and full of wrinkles.He is no different from most old octogenarians, and is completely incomparable with the white-haired and childlike face of Grandpa Wen Er.

However, when this thin and withered old monk stood on the steps, his awe-inspiring demeanor immediately rushed towards his face, which made people dare not look at him directly.