Ghost Shelter System

Fulin Temple is located in the Central Plains.

At that time, the ancestral court of the Pure Land Sect was divided into two branches, one at Xiangji Temple in Chang'an and the other at Donglin Temple in Lushan Mountain. The White Lotus Sect was born out of Donglin Temple, and Fulin Temple... was born out of Xiangji Temple.

Time has passed and the situation has changed. After Fulin Temple was separated from Xiangji Temple, it was no longer in the land of Sanqin, but was located at the junction of Qin and Henan.

A temple with a low reputation will not be very popular.

The common people only know that this is a temple where they can pray to gods and worship Buddha to satisfy their spiritual sustenance, nothing more.

In June, I saw tall ginkgo trees in Xiangji Temple from afar, with crowns like canopies.

Feng Qiang and Qin Kun came to the door of the temple. Feng Qiang curled his lips and said: "If it weren't for this ginkgo tree, the incense in Fulin Temple would have been extinguished long ago. Many people felt that this temple had a spirit after seeing the ginkgo tree. The life of Fulin Temple is much better."

Qin Kun nodded. Feng Shui also said that if willows and locust trees do not enter the house, ginkgo trees will fill the house with wealth. The tree is indeed a good tree.

The entrance hall is primitive and the plaques are mottled. There is no entrance fee to the temple. Qin Kun and Feng Qiang followed the pilgrims and walked in.

Perhaps the harvest season of the year is approaching, and many people come to the temple to wish for good weather in the next few months. Listening to their muttered words, Qin Kun wondered: "Buddha still cares about this?"

Feng Qiang lowered his voice: "It's just a spiritual sustenance. You're so fussy about it."

Qin Kun was speechless, and the monks in the temple didn't dissuade him. He really didn't need to worry so much.

Fulin Temple is very small. The backyard is a place of spiritual cultivation and a residence for monks. There are monks on duty. Qin Kun came to the door of the backyard and was about to sing a prayer. Suddenly he saw a cheerful monk carrying an extra-large basket from the kitchen. Get out.

"dinner time!"

The monk was about sixty years old and smiled like a cook.

When Qin Kun saw the figure, he hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Holy Monk!"

The old monk turned his head in confusion, saw Qin Kun at the door, and said unexpectedly: "Dog?!"

Qin Kun's smile froze.

Feng Qiang laughed loudly and hurried in to help the holy monk pick up the cage: "Master Jingyan, I'll do it."

Feng Qiang carried the basket and entered the dining hall. The monk on duty looked at the old monk doubtfully: "Ancestor, this..."

The holy monk wiped the sweat from his head and said with a smile: "These two are friends of your uncle Miaoshan, it's okay!"

With that said, he greeted Qin Kun to enter the hospital.

The backyard is crowded, but also lively.

Bald monks, big and small, sit neatly in the dining hall and eat without being impatient. The huge word "quiet" behind the dining hall explains the atmosphere here.

The holy monk stood at the door with a curious look on his face: "Qin Kun, you are a rare visitor."

Qin Kun bowed.

Among the five elders of the Chinese Way of Life and Death, Yulong Taisui is the oldest, and the next is the Holy Monk. This kind of person is the same generation as Yang Shen. The scary thing is that several others are already old people, but the Holy Monk still looks like he is over sixty years old. , and has a healthy and rosy complexion. It seems that he will become a living fossil in the future.

"I'll tell you the truth, Lord Saint Monk, I'm here to find Miao Shan."

"Also, Donor Feng?"

Feng Qiang nodded and looked at the holy monk with envy. In a few years, I am afraid that I will be older than the holy monk. How does he take care of himself?

The holy monk said: "Miaoshan has not been in the temple these days. No, it seems that he has not been here this month."

"Huh? Where did he go?"

The holy monk shook his head: "While I was cooking that day, Miaoshan suddenly told me that he seemed to have lost something, so he left."

Lost...something?

Seeing Qin Kun's confusion, the holy monk smiled and said, "Is there something urgent? I have a way to contact him."

Qin Kun shook his head. He came here this time because of the forgotten matter of the middle-aged Taoist.

It's not urgent to say it's urgent.

Seeing that Qin Kun didn't want to speak, the holy monk didn't mention it, led the two of them into his room, and made two cups of tea.

Tea is wild tea in the mountains, and Qin and Kun cannot judge whether it is good or bad. Feng Qiang took a sip and felt it was too bitter, so he never touched it again.

The holy monk sat cross-legged across from them, took off the shiny beads on his wrists, and twisted them one by one.

"Qin Kun, should we say goodbye? You said that if you can't find Miao Shan, you can ask Mo Wuji."

"You have to finish your tea before leaving."

"Tea is too bitter!" Feng Qiang was depressed. He would make himself a pot of strong tea when he worked overtime, but he had never tasted anything so bitter.

Qin Kun was puzzled: "Is it bitter?" Although I couldn't taste it just now, it wasn't bitter.

Qin Kun thought and took a sip.

The cup of tea that he drank in one gulp seemed to be endless at the moment. Qin Kun's throat was surging, and the tea was poured in continuously. His belly bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye. Feng Qiang had no idea what was happening. Why was there so much tea in this cup? ?

On the opposite side, the holy monk's previous expression disappeared. Now he lowered his eyebrows like a Buddha. He looked at Qin Kun quietly and smiled softly: "Can a cow drink from the sea of ​​bitterness and appreciate the various aspects of life?"

Qin Kun still didn't put down the tea cup, his bulging belly stopped getting bigger, and the surrounding environment changed from the Zen room to darkness.

Only then did Feng Qiang understand that Qin Kun was not drinking tea, but fighting!

"Master Jingyan... why...?" Feng Qiang asked in a low voice.

In the Chinese Way of Life and Death, the only sect that is close to Feng Qiang is Fulin Temple.

Even closer than the relationship with Douzong!

There is no other reason. Feng Qiang's father, Feng Yi, was a monk in Fulin Temple back then, and then he returned to secular life and became a soldier.

In front of the holy monk Jingyan, Feng Qiang had no airs about his position and looked like a junior.

"Donor Feng, the world is like a sea of ​​suffering. Only Buddhism can be used as a boat to reach the other shore."

Feng Qiang couldn't understand Jing Yan's words and could only nod his head. He had seen such words in interpretations of Buddhist scriptures.

"But some people want to drink all the suffering. Is it overestimating their capabilities?"

Drink all the bitterness?

Feng Qiang looked back at Qin Kun.

He said with a sneer: "Young and energetic is a good thing... Qin Kun is less than thirty, so he can't be too old."

The holy monk said: "The ocean of suffering in the world is the result of the suffering of people in the world. Have you finished drinking it?"

Feng Qiang's men broke into cold sweat and whispered: "You can't finish drinking. But sometimes, you have to drink."

The holy monk was surprised: "There is nothing in this world that must be done."

Feng Qiang did not understand that such extreme words should not come from the mouth of a Buddhist cultivator, unless there is a deeper meaning.

Feng Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up!

This is an admonition!

Because these words are inherently contradictory, it seems that the holy monk said these words to make Qin Kun put down his tea cup.

But Qin Kun next to him had never heard of it, so Qin Kun drank the cup of tea for ten minutes in one breath before he could finish it.

The tea cup was dry, and Qin Kun chewed the tea leaves in his mouth.

The holy monk looked at Qin Kun: "This is just the suffering of pilgrims today. How does it taste?"

Qin Kun rubbed his stomach and raised his eyebrows: "Does the holy monk drink this every day?"

The holy monk smiled and said, "I am too old to drink so much. Miao Shan always drinks this tea."

Qin Kun smiled, stood up and saluted: "I once heard a secret from my family. Back then, Yang Shen came to the master to learn how to fight. The master cooked him a meal and handed him a cup of tea. After Yang Shen drank it, he left. He drank Are these the same?"

The holy monk nodded: "He wants to take care of too many things. Manpower is limited, so I advise him to do his best and not to get into trouble."

Qin Kun moved his body with difficulty: "But I also heard that Yang Shen shaved your head before leaving. From then on, you put down your body and recognized him as the first heavenly master in China."

The holy monk was melancholy: "He told me before he left that troubles are always there and arise. If they are not eliminated in time, they will only accumulate more and more."

"However, according to family secrets, you didn't speak to each other at that time."

"It's just a game. The poor monk doesn't think he has lost, but he knows that Yang Shen has won." The holy monk recalled the scene of the Zen debate decades ago, with a smile on his lips, "At that time, Master Yang did have With unique charm, the poor monk went to the snowy mountains from then on, and Phuntsog Tsampu became his right-hand man. In a flash, it has been almost seventy years."

Qin Kun said: "I'm here for one thing this time. An old friend from the Three Immortals Sea Kingdom has returned, but many people have forgotten about him. I'm worried that something unexpected will happen."

"who?"

"Xu Facheng who lived for two thousand years."

"Are you saying that a wrong thread among the six riddles led to this place?"

"Yeah. I dare to ask the holy monk, what should I do?"

The holy monk said indifferently: "Amitabha, kills demons and eliminates demons."

"What if he's not a demon?"

The holy monk smiled: "Then what are you worried about?"

Qin Kun bowed slightly and left the Zen room with Feng Qiang.