One Punch Tang Monk

Chapter 503
After making a small path paved with small stones, there are more than a dozen pagodas with sharp tops appearing in the sight of everyone. They have been exposed to the sun and rain all year round, and the surface has turned gray-black, and there is still a layer of Moss, among the weeds and bushes, looks a bit eerie.

"It's indeed resentment, and it must have been there for many years. Even these stupas can't suppress it." Sun Wukong looked at those stupas and nodded slightly, "And these stupas don't have any Buddha spirit, and there are no relics in them at all. My son, it seems that there have not been any eminent monks in this temple."

Tang Sanzang couldn't see any resentment, but he also felt that the pagoda was a bit gloomy. He had taken many pagodas from temples in Tang Dynasty, and he had never seen such a spooky and uncomfortable pagoda.

"Master, do you want to go and have a look? Master Zhixiang in my temple passed away 30 years ago, and the cremated relics are enshrined in the stupa." Hong Miao looked at Tang Sanzang and said, pointing to the stupa in the center .

"No need." Tang Sanzang shook his head. The so-called relics are nothing to look at. He has seen many of them. After his master was cremated, someone in the temple sent him the news that seven relics were also enshrined. , his ashes were buried under the cypress tree where his master liked to sit.

And this Tallinn made him feel a little uncomfortable, so he didn't even want to go in.

"Did many people die here more than ten years ago?" Sun Wukong looked at Hong Miao and asked.

"Huh?" Hong Miao's complexion darkened when she heard the words, and she sighed a little: "When the incident happened, all the monks in the temple were taken away. It is true that some eminent monks left not far away and passed away in this pagoda forest. Among them were a few poor monks. Senior uncle."

Sun Wukong nodded when he heard the words. In that case, the origin of these grievances is not so strange.However, these monks claim to have no desires, but Yuan Ji still has such resentment here, it seems that the practice is really not enough.

"Is that the release pond?" Tang Sanzang looked around, saw a large pond that had dried up in the distance, and asked with a smile.

"Exactly." Hong Miao nodded, "During the heyday, pilgrims came to the temple every day to release koi and turtles. Later, the temple was closed, and the release pond dried up without supervision. Those creatures are pitiful. , Amitabha." His face was full of regret.

Tang Sanzang nodded, and walked along the stone path towards the Fangsheng Pond, not far away, a few stone walls caught his attention, there were some murals engraved on the stone walls, although there were some stains on them, they could still be seen What is engraved on it is the scene of pilgrims surrounding the release pool, which is really very lively.

And in the middle there are several murals of monks releasing elk, tigers, goats and other things in the temple. At first glance, they thought it was a zoo. With the golden light special effect, each of them looks benevolent.

"This was released by me and my senior brothers. It was nearly a hundred years ago, but now those senior brothers have long passed away, and I am the only one left." Hong Miao watched Tang Sanzang stop, and followed suit. , looking at the mural with some feelings.

"Hundred years? Master Abbot lived a long life this year?" Tang Sanzang was also a little surprised when he heard the words. The monk on the mural must be 20 years old.

"I've wasted 120 years of time." Hong Miao thought for a while, then smiled and shook her head.

"120 years old, that's really a long life." Tang Sanzang nodded with a smile. This old monk is not a cultivator of immortals, and he doesn't look like a high-level Taoist. It is really not easy for an ordinary person to live to be 120 years old. Moreover, he has been tortured every day for more than ten years, he is simply an immortal Xiaoqiang.

Sun Wukong looked at the murals, thought for a while, and then continued to walk forward. It seems that the hearts of these monks seem to be okay, and he doesn't know how these years have mixed up the current situation.

Tang Sanzang looked at all the murals. The craftsmanship of the sculptor was not bad, and the carvings were quite deep. It has not been washed away by the rain for so long, and all of them have been preserved.

Then Hong Miao took Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong to a few places in the temple. The Zhiyuan Temple was really big in size back then, worthy of the word "Zhao Zao", but because no one managed it for more than ten years, Everywhere is in a state of defeat. If it is to be rebuilt, it is estimated that a lot of money will be wasted.

When they returned to the front yard, Zhu Tianpeng and the others just came back, and it took a lot of time, but seeing that they were driving a carriage full of grain, and each of them had food in their hands, it seemed that the main time was to go to Looking for something to eat.

Many monks got up and stared at the rice bags and vegetables on the carriage. They couldn’t remember how many years they hadn’t had a good meal. All these years they ate things that even livestock could not eat. They are all drooling, even if they are given a bowl of porridge now, they will be able to eat first-class delicious food.

"Master, elder sister, this is yours. The barbecue cake here is really delicious." Sha Wanjing handed the two oiled paper bags in her hand to Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong, and said with a smile.

"Well, master, it's really delicious." Ao Xiaobai held a barbecue cake in both hands, his cheeks were bulging, and he nodded.

"It's really so delicious, then I have to try it." Tang Sanzang said with a smile, ignoring Hong Miao who had a strange expression on his face, and opened the oiled paper bag, and the aroma of barbecue and cakes wafted in. The taste is really good, there is a thick layer of barbecue patties sandwiched between the two layers of cakes, and there are a few green side dishes, a bit like the Roujiamo in the previous life. The barbecue patties in the middle are extraordinarily tender and the side dishes are just right, and the taste is simply amazing after one bite.

"How is it?" Ao Xiaobai looked at Tang Sanzang expectantly.

"Well, it's super delicious." Tang Sanzang nodded, the taste is a bit similar to Roujiamo, but the meat is not chopped into meat sauce, and the side dishes are also different, but it still has a unique flavor.

Hearing the words, Sun Wukong also opened the oil-paper bag, took a bite, his eyes lit up, and he nodded, "Not bad."

"Master Abbot, please bring the rice down first, I don't know if there is still a pot in the temple, you should be able to cook dinner yourself?" Tang Sanzang put down the cake first, looked at Hong Miao and asked with a smile, Tang Sanzang didn't really want to cook for more than 500 people, and he didn't have such a big pot at all. Of course, it would be better for them to stand on their own.

Hong Miao looked at Tang Sanzang and his disciples eating barbecued meat cakes, and his heart beat a little. He didn't expect Tang Sanzang and others to eat meat, but seeing the piles of rice sacks on the car, his eyes became brighter. Tang Sanzang nodded quickly when he asked: "Yes, yes, they have cleaned out the kitchen just now, and there is still a pot that can be used, and there is a big cauldron in the temple that can also be used to cook porridge."

(End of this chapter)