But after the Buddhist sects in the Western Regions were driven out, the situation of Buddhism in the Central Plains became worse day by day, so they could not take care of so many things, and also did the business of the female donor. The two walked towards the west side of the pier. Soon, they saw a temple. It looked dilapidated from the outside, but they could faintly smell the scent of incense. There are three characters on the plaque of the temple: Fajue Temple. Gong Lianxue walked over, Li Qingcha held the girl back. "Can it be done?" "how?" "Don't you think this temple looks like a shady shop... a shady temple?"
"Stupid senior brother, do you think all temples are as lucky as Daxiangguo Temple? Even if you look through all the temples in Daxia, you can't find a second one with such a prosperous incense." Gong Lianxue meant that the current situation was very normal. Li Qingcha said: "Yes, yes, Senior Brother, I don't have enough experience in the martial arts world, and Junior Sister is the most powerful." "Humph! So sarcastic!" The girl raised her nose and walked towards the temple. Li Qingcha thought about it and felt that the configuration of two people with an eighth-grade and a sixth-grade should be fine, so he followed in. She is the kind of person who even asks about the principles of cultivation and tries to explain everything from a materialistic point of view. She is definitely more curious than devout about the temple. As a disciple of the Demon Sect, Gong Lianxue was not afraid of offending the Buddha. The two men walked straight into the temple and looked around. As a result, there was no one in the temple, only the smoke from the incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, indicating that the place had not yet been abandoned. Li Qingcha asked, "This is too difficult, isn't it? There's not even a monk to greet guests?" Gong Lianxue was also somewhat puzzled. But she soon smiled, "Alright." "How come it's fine now?" "No one's here, so we can take over their nest. Free accommodation, how nice." "..." Li Qingcha was speechless, thinking that Gong Lianxue was really a clever little ghost. The girl smiled.
In novels and stories, there are often plots where scholars and beauties are trapped in abandoned temples in the mountains. I didn't expect that I would find one. Although, it is not a deep mountain. But the temple is a real temple, Gong Lianxue's little devil personality suddenly awakened, her sight passed through the smoke from the incense burner and pierced into the main hall. The Buddha inside is majestic and magnificent. If something happens between me and my senior brother in the main hall... So exciting! The girl's face flushed slightly. "Brother, I'll go outside and leave a mark so that Little Pumpkin can..." The voice has not fallen, Li Qingcha interrupted, "Junior sister, someone is coming." "what?" Gong Lianxue's face fell instantly. Chapter 185: Yingsang Monk Add more. ￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥ The visitor is a monk. His monk's robes were somewhat different from those of the monks at Daxiangguo Temple, and he also wore a bamboo hat slung over his back. Ordinary people will take off and hang up their bamboo hats when entering a room and carry them with them at all times, either because they often travel far away or because there is a uniform dress code. The monks put their hands together and bowed. "Amitabha." This Buddhist chant is full of flavor. Gong Lianxue asked: "Are you a wandering monk from outside the region who came to the Central Plains?" Outside the territory, Daxia used this unified name for the surrounding small countries. Li Qingcha coughed lightly. "Master, may I ask what your Dharma name is..." "My Dharma name is Yanche. I did come from the West, but I am not a wandering monk." A wandering monk is a monk who travels around the world, also called a wandering monk. He has no fixed place to stay and travels around to seek famous teachers, cultivate himself, or teach others.
Li Qingcha raised his eyebrows. To come to Daxia, one must cross the sea to the west, so the foreign country where this monk lives is about to be revealed. Moreover, most monks have Dharma names. For example, the monk Buyan of Daxiangguo Temple should be of the "Jue" generation according to seniority. Therefore, his Dharma name may be "Awakening" or "Enlightenment", but if he believes that he has not achieved awakening, enlightenment, or enlightenment, he will give himself a Dharma name to remind himself to be careful in what he says and does. The monk in front of him did not have a Buddhist name, which was consistent with the characteristics of that foreign country. Li Qingcha asked, "Is Master Yanche from Yingsang?" Yeoncheol nodded. "I became a monk at Xuyun Temple in Yingsang." Sure enough, I guessed it right. Li Qingcha showed a look of realization. Yan Che continued to introduce: "Xuyun Temple was built more than a hundred years ago when Master Xuyun traveled to Yingsang to preach the Dharma. He originally became a monk at Fajue Temple, so it is only natural for me to come here to pay homage when I come to the Central Plains." He looked around, "But, I didn't expect... Amitabha..." It turns out that he was tracing his ancestral roots. Li Qingcha looked Yan Che up and down and said, "Master, it seems that you have been in Nandu for more than one day?" Yan Che was surprised. "How can you tell, benefactor?" "The master's clogs are not far away." "This……" Yan Che obviously couldn't keep up with Li Qingcha's train of thought, and didn't know what it had to do with wooden clogs. Li Qingcha smiled. "Master, when you come to the Central Plains, you will have to travel a long distance on the sea. The sea is very humid, and there are few vegetables and fruits. Your feet will definitely get sick, so you need wooden clogs that can ventilate the wind, right?" Enche also reacted. He looked down at the cloth shoes on his feet and said, "You are really observant. Indeed, I changed into cloth shoes after I stayed in Nandu for a while and recovered from my illness." Li Qingcha nodded expressionlessly. At this moment, she suddenly felt an itch on her back, and after careful observation, she realized that it was Gong Lianxue who was writing. Concentrating on distinguishing, it seems to be: "Cultivator, scholar."
A monk? Li Qingcha actually had a vague feeling just now, and now that the girl reminded him, he was sure of it, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Seeing that she seemed to be in a daze, Yan Che felt uneasy and gently pinched his fingers. "Donor, I had no place to stay after I came to Nandu. I saw that Fajue Temple was deserted, so I had no choice but to occupy its nest. But I did not cheat the believers of their money. Donor, please take a look." He pointed to a wall. There hung an old painting, the scroll badly damaged, but parts of it had been repainted with fresh ink. The painting shows a naive monk. Yan Che said: "This is Master Xuyun." He pointed to the traces of new ink again. "I am ashamed to say that I know nothing about postures other than Buddhist teachings. I had to hire a painter to restore it at a high price. Almost all the money from incense donations was spent on this." Li Qingcha glanced at the portrait. Monk Xuyun sat on a large rock, his lips opening and closing in a lifelike manner, as if he was preaching. Next to it, there are a dozen lines of small characters. "If one's mind is calm, why bother observing the precepts? If one's conduct is upright, why bother practicing Zen..." Li Qingcha only said one sentence, Yan Che next to him immediately added: "Love means filial piety to parents, righteousness means compassion between superiors and subordinates. Yield means harmony between the high and the low, and tolerance means no evil. If you can drill wood to produce fire, red lotus will surely grow in mud..." This verse has eighteen sentences, no less than a hundred words, but Yanche remembers it clearly. Moreover, the ups and downs of the song give it a sense of majesty and dignity. Most people who hear it will inevitably feel yearning for it and may even have the idea of becoming a monk. Of course, Li Qingcha would not be affected. "The master's Buddhist teachings are truly profound, and his chanting is truly enlightening." Yan Che was stunned, as if he had not expected Li Qingcha to have such determination. But he reacted quickly. "Donor, I'm sorry to make you laugh." As he said this, he bowed to Li Qingcha. Li Qingcha sighed. "Master Xuyun traveled east to spread Buddhist scriptures, and his merits are immeasurable. But it is us in the Central Plains..." His eyes swept across the dilapidated Fajue Temple, with a hint of meaning. Yan Che still had no idea about Li Qingcha and Gong Lianxue's background, so he could only continue the conversation: "Indeed, Master Xuyun has many followers. Compared to the current Central Plains, Yingsang can already be called a country of Buddhists."
"Come to think of it, Master is also Master Xuyun's disciple?" "This... I am unworthy of it." "I have seen the profoundness of Master's Buddhist teachings, and Master Xuyun's verses are memorized even more fluently. Yet you dare not call yourself a disciple, is it possible that you can recite them or not?" Yeonche was stumped by the question. a long time, "It is difficult for monks to not tell lies, and the donor was right."