Genius playboy

After leaving the venue of the trial meeting, he went back to the hotel to rest for the night. Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went to the White Horse Temple.

The White Horse Temple is located twelve kilometers east of the old city of Luocheng. I don't know whether it is intentional or not, it happens to be in opposition to the Chankong Temple.

However, although Chankong Temple is famous because of the realization of the mage, it is only a minority after all. No matter its fame or incense, it cannot be compared with the White Horse Temple, which is called the first ancient temple in China.

The White Horse Temple is full of tourists all year round, and the incense is at its peak. Every day, countless pilgrims from all over the country come to burn incense and pray for blessings. Jiang Feng bought tickets at the ticket office and slowly entered with the flow of people.

After entering, the flow of people gradually dispersed. Jiang Feng looked at the road signs and did not linger too long. He walked directly through the Jieyin Hall to Qingliang Terrace, where the Wishing Pool in the temple was located.

Although it is still early, there are already many people around the wishing pool. This is a small pool with spring water bubbling out from the ground. The water color is quiet, and the bottom is filled with various pebbles. Beautiful.

At the bottom of the pool, there are still many coins thrown down by pilgrims. You can clearly see that many coins are rusty. Pious pilgrims are standing by the pool, clasped their hands together, and made a wish in a low voice.

Jiang Feng walked to the edge of the pool, lowered his head to look carefully, and then gave a wry smile. The wishing pool is not big, and with his eyesight, he can see it clearly with a single glance.

It was precisely because of this that Jiang Feng realized that maybe he thought things too simply.

"According to Cao Lin, it was already more than ten years ago that she got the black paper in this wishing pool. Ten years may not seem like a long time, but the inside and outside of the White Horse Temple, it is estimated that earth-shaking changes have already taken place. , no longer look the same as before." Jiang Feng whispered to himself.

He could see that the pebbles in the pool had obviously been filled in in recent years, and the traces of moss and water erosion were extremely shallow. Moreover, the White Horse Temple is now resplendent with incense, but it lacks a bit of solemnity and solemnity, faintly degraded. It has become a trend of a tourist attraction, so many traces have been destroyed or covered up artificially, and it is no longer what Cao Lin saw at the beginning.

"It seems that we may have to look for it in other places in the temple." Jiang Feng pondered, turned around and left. He didn't go far, but saw a group of people coming towards him in front of him.

It was estimated that there were 40 to [-] people, but despite the large number of people, there was no noise at all. They followed the person who was walking in the front closely, with respect and piety in their eyes.

The person who walked in the front was none other than the little living Buddha who had met Jiang Feng once at the Jinglan Hotel. The little living Buddha was wearing a black monk's robe, with quiet eyes and no joy or sorrow. Move, the breath of dust is amazing.

While the little Living Buddha was walking, there was no sound of footsteps, he clasped his hands together, held a bead in the other, and chanted softly. The scriptures were just the most common "Diamond Sutra", but when he recited them from his mouth, it seemed as if he could save the soul The effect was mediocre, and the faces of the dozens of people who followed him became more solemn.

"He's not simple." Jiang Feng thought to himself.

The little Living Buddha also saw Jiang Feng, and his eyes stayed on Jiang Feng for a short while, then he nodded slightly to say hello, and kept walking away, surrounded by everyone.

The little living Buddha walked all the way, alarming countless people. The people around the wishing pool were talking in low voices. I don’t know who said something. Today the little living Buddha opened the altar to give a lecture. After a while, the area around the wishing pool became empty.

Jiang Feng didn't go there, and wandered around the White Horse Temple alone, hoping to find something, but unfortunately, except for some places where tourists were forbidden to enter, he wandered all over the White Horse Temple, but found nothing.

"Cao Lin got the black paper in the White Horse Temple. Because of a car accident, she thought she had blasphemed the gods, and she would not have lied to me. It seems that the black paper may have fallen into the White Horse Temple unintentionally. Not necessarily." Jiang Feng frowned slightly, feeling a little regretful.

That piece of black paper is extremely extraordinary, just a piece torn from a certain book, it is at least a mid-level offensive magic weapon, if you can get the whole book together, it may be quite amazing.

"Maybe I don't have such a chance, so I can't force it." Jiang Feng smiled, not disturbing his heart by foreign things, took a stick of sandalwood, and walked towards the outside of the temple.

It is undoubtedly a big event for the believers. Countless people flocked into the temple. For a while, the huge White Horse Temple was full of people and it was extremely lively. Jiang Feng ignored it. go faster.

"This benefactor, please stay for a while." A middle-aged monk appeared beside Jiang Feng and said in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Feng stopped.

The middle-aged monk said: "The little living Buddha wants to invite the benefactor to have a cup of tea in the inner hall. I wonder if the benefactor is free?"

"Oh?" Jiang Feng was slightly surprised, then smiled and said, "Of course."

Seeing that Jiang Feng agreed to come down, the middle-aged monk beckoned to Jiang Feng to follow him. On the side of the little living Buddha, the lecture was still going on, but for some reason, looking through the crowded crowd, Jiang Feng vaguely noticed that the little living Buddha seemed a little absent-minded.

The sandalwood incense in the inner hall was wafting, refreshing. Jiang Feng was drinking tea alone, but it didn't take long for the little Living Buddha to appear.

"Benefactor Jiang, I've been waiting for a long time." The little Living Buddha came in from the door, clasped his hands together and said.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and said, "Little Living Buddha invites me to drink tea, it doesn't matter how long you wait."

In the test of the Twelve Cultivation Families Trial Conference, although there were many people who performed better than the little living Buddha, Jiang Feng had the deepest impression on the little living Buddha.

He is unique, has great wisdom roots, and has profound attainments in Buddhism and Taoism, but he is so young, it is hard not to arouse curiosity.

"Benefactor Jiang was joking." The little living Buddha Shi Shiran sat down, washed his hands and made tea, with lowered eyebrows and an elegant voice, said: "Benefactor Jiang came to the White Horse Temple today, shouldn't he be here for fun?"

"Why do you know?" Jiang Feng said calmly, playing with the teacup in his hand.

The little Living Buddha was very serious about making tea, without raising his head, he said, "Intuition."

"Monks also believe in intuition?" Jiang Feng had a half-smile.

The little living Buddha replied seriously, saying: "Intuition is very illusory, but if you believe it, it will exist. It is like Buddha, which is everywhere. People who don't believe will never see it and scoff at it. Believers can see it everywhere." , Worship at all times.”

"It's an interesting statement." Jiang Feng had a little more high regard for the little Living Buddha.

The little living Buddha finally made the tea. He changed the teacup, made a cup of tea for Jiang Feng, and invited, "Benefactor Jiang, please drink tea."

Jiang Feng put down the teacup in his hand, took the tea brewed by the little Living Buddha himself, drank it all in one gulp, and praised: "Good tea."

The tea leaves are still the same tea leaves, the water is still the same water, the same tea leaves are the same water, but the taste of tea brewed by different people is quite different.

The ancients once said that words should be like a person, but Jiang Feng felt that it was more appropriate to use tea like a person. A person with an impatient mind and bad intentions, no matter how good the tea ceremony skills are, will never be able to make a good cup of tea.

With a calm mind and a positive heart, even the most common tea and the most common water can make a cup of good tea with endless aftertaste.

"Where is it?" The little living Buddha raised his head, and when Jiang Feng praised him, his facial expression did not change at all, as if nothing in this world could make him feel the slightest emotion.

Jiang Feng said with a smile: "This tea soup is clear in color, warm and mellow in taste, astringent in bitterness, astringent but not bitter, fragrant in the throat, light and unmelting. I didn't expect you, Little Living Buddha, to be a master of tea ceremony."

"A cup of tea is drunk by all kinds of people. Everyone has a different taste in their mouths. Benefactor Jiang can drink this kind of taste, which shows that Benefactor Jiang has the heart of a child." The little living Buddha looked at Jiang Feng and said slowly .

Tea is like a person, it refers to the person who cooks the tea, so why not the person who tastes the tea, you can’t drink good tea if you are impatient, and you can’t taste the taste if you are naughty, in a small cup of tea, the way is full of humanity,

Jiang Feng thoughtfully, put down his teacup, and said, "Little Living Buddha invited me to drink tea. I think it's not just for tea, right?"

"The purpose of Jiang's coming to White Horse Temple may be the reason why I invited Jiang to come." The little living Buddha said, his words contained mystery.

Jiang Feng's heart trembled slightly. Although he came to the White Horse Temple this time because of the black paper, he didn't show any traces. It would be difficult for outsiders to know. Could it be that the little living Buddha still saw the clue?

On the surface, Jiang Feng said with a smile, "I don't understand."

Jiang Feng's answer was almost languid, but the little Living Buddha was indifferent. He lowered his head and drank his tea, and said slowly, "How much does Benefactor Jiang know about the Twelve Cultivation Families?"

"Not much," Jiang Feng said.

"The Twelve Cultivation Clans have a piece of ancestral land. Donor Jiang knew about it." The little living Buddha said it very directly, and stopped playing riddles.

"No." Jiang Feng answered quickly, but his brows slowly frowned.

"It is rumored that that piece of ancestral land is a land of profound blessings, but if you have the opportunity to enter it, you will gain something. It may not be difficult to fly to the sky." Saying this, the eyes of the little living Buddha fell on Jiang Feng's body.

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. A place of great auspiciousness is often a place of great misfortune. You can't know this, little living Buddha." Jiang Feng laughed it off, never moved.

The little living Buddha had clear eyes and said, "Benefactor Jiang, you are a person with great fortune and profound blessings. It may be a terrible place for others, but for you, it is definitely a place of good fortune."

"Maybe." Jiang Feng said noncommittally, "Why did you tell me this?"

"I can't tell you for the time being." Little Living Buddha said.

"Should I believe you?" Jiang Feng shot at the little Living Buddha with sharp eyes like a sword.

The little living Buddha recited the Buddha's name lightly, without saying a word, Jiang Feng laughed loudly, stood up, and said: "Thank you little living Buddha for the good tea, if there is a chance to meet again someday, Jiang will definitely invite you back." Under that, he left the inner hall in an instant.

The little living Buddha didn't react at all. He lifted the teapot and poured tea to drink. A series of movements flowed like clouds and flowing water. The beauty was natural and natural. It was just that there was a rare smile on the face that had never seen joy or sorrow.