Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 592

  In the field, the old man is digging the soil.

  This job is not very urgent, just make a part of it every day, it will be more convenient to plant in spring.

  Bone bones are also rusted at home, so it's better to come out and move.

  Tianlong walked up to a handsome young man.

  This young man was born with clear eyebrows and an excellent temperament.

  Just a look...somewhat sneaky.

   "Lao Zhang, let me ask you something..."

  However, it belongs to the holy land of Buddhism, and the folk customs are honest. The old man didn't have any bad speculations.

   only slowly smashed the clods into pieces, smiling kindly: "What's the matter?"

  This young man was naturally Jiang Wang. When the name of Kujue was mentioned, he looked around, and it was obvious that the old monk with a yellow face had caused him a great shadow.

   asked slightly, "Master Kujue can return to the Buddha's land recently, does Lao Zhang know?"

  The old man shook his head: "I have never heard of it."

  Done!

  The old monk Kujue was powerful and respected (he claimed to be). If these monks and great virtues are in the temple, believers will not know it. After all, the Buddhist monks often need to do merits.

  Xuankong Temple is a bit ascetic. There are often eminent monks working in the fields, and there is no distance from the believers.

  Jiang Wang relaxed, his waist straightened, and his expression calmed down: "Thanks Lao Zhang!"

  After saying goodbye politely, he headed to the gate of Xuankong Temple.

  Lao Zhang continued to dig the soil in the same place, but it was inevitable that some doubts arose——

  Is there a master of Kujue in the holy temple? I haven't heard of it. It sounds like the same generation as the abbot!

  ……

  ……

  The mountain gate that appears in the secular world is only a part of the Hanging Temple, usually called the Waishan.

  Sects like the Xuankong Temple have their own knowledgeable monks who specialize in receiving practitioners.

  For those who come from famous families, wherever they visit, they must be handed in their famous posts in advance.

  Send a book to the family, the magnate.

  Jiang Wangpian was not as particular as that, but he also followed the etiquette to show his identity to the monk.

  After all, he was here to visit, not to kick the pavilion.

  "Qingyang Jiangwang, entrusted by others, come to worship the mountain. Please also..."

  Jiang Wang is facing the Zhike monk in the Xuankong Temple, just as he walks the process decently, and a monk slowly walks past.

  Suddenly stopped, and backed away, and the sound of surprise sounded, making Jiang Wang tremble with fright, and forgot where the stubbornness was thrown.

  "Jingshen Junior Brother!"

   Jiang Wang's scalp is tingling.

   Turning around, the monk was born with beautiful eyes, clean monk clothes, and shiny scalp. He was the "old acquaintance" he had seen in Qingyang Town...

  A wise man must be misunderstood!

  Thousands are counted, but the monk Jingli was omitted!

  But Jiang Wang soon discovered that he was more than a loss?

  Because Monk Jingli turned his head and shouted happily: "Master! Junior Brother Jingshen is back!"

  The voice permeated Daoyuan, and it spread widely among the mountain gates.

   Whoosh!

  The sound of wind blows.

   "Where is it, where is it?"

  The voice came first, and the old monk Huanglian fell on his back. At a glance, he saw Jiang Wang with a stiff expression.

   "Good apprentice!"

  He praised: "You are not a self-inflicted...have you figured it out clearly!"

   "Episode?" Kujue grinned, showing his teeth that were not very white, and nodded in affirmation: "I said you have a root of wisdom!"

Monk Jingli looked at him affectionately: "In Linzi and other muddy places, the younger brother must have suffered a lot, right? They are all a little haggard..."

  The knowledgeable monk looked at Jiang Wang blankly, wondering if this is the legendary junior brother of Master Jingli? Why hasn't it been shaved yet?

  Jiang Wang:...

  I met you, can I not be emaciated?

   "Two masters." Jiang Wang took a deep breath: "I think you have misunderstood."

   "No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, it's all a family. Master understands you." Kujue smiled from ear to ear, and stretched out his hand to lead him.

  Jiang Wang quickly avoided but failed completely. Dao Yuan just started to surging, his hand was already caught. Dao Yuan collided, but like hitting an iron wall, he couldn't shake it at all.

  It looked like he took the initiative to let the "Master" hold him.

  The scene is quite harmonious.

  Monk Jingli smiled and said: "Little Junior Brother can be considered as lost and know how to return, return to the mountain gate to enjoy blessing!"

   Kujue has led him to walk in: "Go, I will take you to recognize the door for the teacher!"

   Jiang Wang was secretly surprised. The more powerful he is, the more he can realize the power of suffering. Today's Jiang Wang is stronger than Jiang Wang who was in Qingyang Town that day. But in the face of suffering, there is still no power to struggle!

  Wait, what door do you recognize?

  He reacted and said, "Master, Master, listen to me."

   "Hey, you are quite confessed!" In order to show his kindness, Kujue squeezed his eyebrows deliberately, and said angrily: "Are you still a master?"

  Jingli also followed: "It should be called Master."

   After that, he himself smiled happily: "Then call the brother!"

  It’s not clear to tell the old one and the two monks.

  In desperation, Jiang Wang turned Daoyuan, and shouted loudly: "Entrusted by Master Guanyan, Jiang Wang, a male from Qingyang Town of Daqi, and a fourth-pin green catcher Jiang Wang, come to worship the mountain!"

  He stated the purpose of his trip, and wanted to draw out someone who could hold down the old monk of Kujue. At the same time, he pointed out that he was in Qi State's official nobility, indicating that we have a background, and mixed well in Qi State, and wanted to make the old monk and the young monk die.

  The sound shook the mountain gate.

  Monk Jingli is his own, yelling that it’s okay. Jiang Wang's quarrel was a bit provocative.

  It’s just that no one cares about it.

  "What is coming?" Kujue turned his head and asked his obedient disciple.

  Monk Jingli honestly said: "It seems to be watching..."

   "What is the view?" Kujue came to ask Jiang Wang again: "Good apprentice, you are very happy to see Master, but don't speak without saying.

  Neither of them cares about Jiang Wang's name, but they are very sensitive to the master in his mouth.

  Without him, Guan Yan's seniority is too high!

  The current character generation of Xuankong Temple is "Desperate action, calmness, cessation, and contemplation of mind, sorrow and emptiness are all due to Dharma."

  The character "Guan" is four generations higher than the character "Bitter"!

  At this time, a voice that made people feel worried was ringing in everyone's ears.

  "Send the donor Jiang into the mountain gate."

  The owner of the voice commanded.

  First of all, the title "Jiang Donor" shows that he does not approve of Kujue's unilateral acceptance of disciples. Then the word "please" expresses the attitude, not to be forced.

  Except for the abbot of suffering, no one can persuade the eagerly Kujue monk.

  And the mountain gate he said, of course, is where the Xuankong Temple really is.

   Senior brother abbot had spoken, Kujue could only let go of Jiang Wang's hand, but his expression was still uneasy.

   "Oh, good disciple, is something really wrong with you this time? Didn't you come to see Master specifically?"

   "I am indeed entrusted by others." Jiang Wang said helplessly: "Also, Master Kujue, please don't call me a disciple again."

   "The disciple must be more thoughtful when he can speak."

  The old monk with yellow face automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, and said with a curling mouth: "Those bald donkeys are very troublesome, especially the one who complains of suffering, who has been disgusting since childhood. But don't be afraid."

  He patted his chest: "I protect you for the teacher!"

  (End of this chapter)