In the field, the old man was turning the soil.
This work is not very urgent, just turn over part of it every day, and it will be more convenient to sow in the spring.
My body and bones are rusty at home, so it's better to come out and exercise.
A handsome-looking young man walked up the field.
This young man has clear eyebrows and an excellent temperament.
It's just that his demeanor...is a bit sneaky.
"Old man, I want to ask you something..."
However, it belongs to the Buddhist holy land and the people are honest and honest. The old man didn't have any bad guesses.
He just slowly broke the clods of soil into pieces and said with a kind smile, "What's the matter?"
This young man was naturally Jiang Wangzang. When he mentioned Ku Jue's name, he looked left and right, which showed how big a shadow the yellow-faced old monk had cast on him.
He asked carelessly: "Master Kujue has returned to the Buddha's land recently, does my father know?"
The old man shook his head: "I've never heard of it."
That’s it!
The old monk Kujue was powerful and highly respected (he claimed to be so). If such eminent monks and great virtues were in the temple, the believers would not fail to know about them. After all, Buddhist monks often need to perform meritorious deeds.
Xuankong Temple is also an ascetic place. There are often eminent monks working in the fields, and there is no distance between them and the believers.
Jiang Wang felt relieved, straightened his waist, and looked calm: "Thank you, father-in-law!"
After saying goodbye politely, he went straight to the mountain gate of Xuankong Temple.
The father-in-law continued to dig up the soil on the same spot, but he inevitably had some doubts——
Is there a master Kujue in the holy temple? Never heard of it. Sounds like he is of the same generation as the abbot!
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The mountain gate that appears in the secular world is only a part of the Hanging Temple, usually called the outer mountain.
Sects like Xuankong Temple have their own Zhike monks who specialize in receiving practitioners.
Those who came from aristocratic families had to hand over their name cards in advance wherever they visited.
Write a letter to the family and mingjue.
Jiang Wang was not that particular, but he still followed the etiquette and showed his identity to Zhike Monk.
After all, he came to visit, not to play.
"Qingyang Jiangwang, I was entrusted by someone to come to pay homage to the mountain. Please..."
Jiang Wang was facing the Zhike monk of Xuankong Temple, who was going through the process in a decent manner. A monk walked slowly past.
Suddenly he stopped and stepped back. A surprised voice rang out, which frightened Jiang Wang so much that he forgot where he had thrown the words.
"Junior Brother Jingshen!"
Jiang Wang's scalp was numb.
Turning around, I saw that the monk had beautiful features, clean robes, and a shiny scalp. He was an "old acquaintance" whom I had seen in Qingyang Town...
A wise man will surely make a mistake if he thinks a lot!
After all the calculations, I missed the Jingli monk!
But Jiang Wang soon discovered that he had more than one mistake?
Because Monk Jingli had turned around and shouted happily: "Master! Junior Brother Jingshen is back!"
The sound was filled with Daoyuan and spread widely among the mountain gates.
Whoosh!
The wind blew.
"Where is it? Where is it?"
The voice came first, and the yellow-faced old monk stepped down and caught a glimpse of Jiang Wang, who had a stiff expression.
"Good disciple!"
He praised: "You are not surrendering yourself...you have thought clearly!"
"Enlightenment?" Ku Jue grinned, showing his teeth that were not very white, and nodded in affirmation: "I said you have wisdom!"
Monk Jingli looked at him with emotion: "In a turbid place like Linzi, my junior brother must have suffered a lot, right? He is a little haggard..."
The guest monk looked at Jiang Wang blankly, thinking, is this the legendary junior disciple of Master Jingli? Why haven't you shaved yourself yet?
Jiang Wang:......
Can I not feel haggard when I meet you?
"Two masters." Jiang Wang took a deep breath: "I think you have misunderstood."
"No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, we are all family. Master understands you." Ku Jue smiled from ear to ear and reached out to hold him.
Jiang Wang quickly avoided, but failed completely. Dao Yuan had just started to surge, and his hand had already been grabbed. Daoyuan's collision was like hitting an iron wall, unable to move at all.
It looked like he took the initiative to let "Master" hold him.
The scene is quite harmonious.
Monk Jingli laughed at the side and said, "Junior brother, you have found your way back from your lost way. You can enjoy the blessing by returning to the mountain gate!"
Ku Jue has already led him inside: "Let's go, I will take you to identify the door!"
Jiang Wang was secretly shocked. The stronger he becomes, the more he realizes the power of suffering. Jiang Wang today is much better than Jiang Wang in Qingyang Town that day. But in front of Ku Jie, he still had no strength to struggle!
Wait, what door do you recognize?
He reacted and said continuously: "Master, master, listen to me."
"Hey, you're quite humble!" In order to show his kindness, Ku Jue deliberately winked and said in a feint of anger: "You still call me master?"
Jingli also followed suit: "It's time to call me master."
After that, he smiled happily: "Then call me senior brother!"
It is impossible to tell the difference between the two monks, the old one and the young one.
In desperation, Jiang Wang activated his Daoyuan and shouted in a loud voice: "Entrusted by Master Guanyan, Jiang Wang, a man from Qingyang Town in Daqi and the leader of the Fourth Rank Qingpai, comes to pay homage to the mountain!"
He told the purpose of his trip, hoping to attract someone who could suppress the old monk Kujue. At the same time, he pointed out his official title in Qi State, indicating that he had a backing and was doing well in Qi State. He wanted to make both old and young monks give up.
The sound shook the mountain gate.
Monk Jingli is one of his own, so it's okay to yell. Jiang Wang's quarrel seemed a bit provocative.
It's just that no one cares about this now.
"What's going on?" Ku Jue turned around and asked his obedient eldest disciple.
Monk Jingli said honestly: "It seems to be observing..."
"What's the point of view?" Ku Jue came to ask Jiang Wang again: "Good disciple, you are very happy to see Master, but don't be hesitant in your words."
Neither of them cared about Jiang Wang's reputation, but they were very sensitive to the master he spoke of.
Without him, Guan Yan’s seniority is too high!
The current slogan of Xuankong Temple is "To live, meditate, stop, and observe the mind, and to be free from suffering and emptiness are all Dharma conditions."
The generation with the word "guan" is four generations higher than the generation with the word "suffering"!
At this time, a voice that sounded worrying sounded in everyone's ears.
"Invite 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 recruitment of disciples. Then the word "please" shows the attitude and cannot be forced.
Except for the abbot Ku Ming, no one could persuade the monk Ku Jie who was eager to accept a disciple.
And the mountain gate he mentioned is of course the real location of the Hanging Temple.
The abbot brother spoke, and Ku Jue could only let go of Jiang Wang's hand, but his expression was still not happy.
"Hey, my dear disciple, are you really busy here this time? Aren't you just here to see Master?"
"I am indeed entrusted by others." Jiang Wang said helplessly: "Also, Master Kujue, please don't call me disciple again."
"Disciple, please think carefully when you speak."
The yellow-faced old monk automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, curled his lips and said: "Those bald donkeys are quite troublesome, especially the one who calls Kubing sick. He has been annoying people since he was a child. But don't be afraid."
He patted his chest: "I will protect you for my master!"
