Master Yuanci of Daci Dabei Temple, after a brief loss of composure, heard rapid footsteps outside the door.
He quickly adjusted his breathing to calm down quickly.
Master Yuanci asked the monk to come into the room, clean the room, and rearrange the bookshelves and other items in a tone that did not change from usual.
The monks who came running after hearing the strange noise were intimidated by the majesty of the abbot and did not dare to ask the reason. They just thought that maybe the abbot accidentally touched the vase and then hit the bookshelf.
As long as the host doesn't take the initiative to say it, they naturally don't dare to ask or even talk about it to the outside world.
Master Yuanci watched the monks go away after cleaning.
Only then did his expression become solemn again, and he sat cross-legged on the couch in front of the mural, and began to try hard to recall every word and phrase in his conversation with the mysterious ghost and even another detail of the other person's expression.
"Fuhuaruomeng Temple... sounds like a holy place in my temple lineage. Why have I never heard the name of such an ancient temple?"
"Am I still not qualified as the abbot of the Great Compassion and Compassion Temple?"
"No, the Daci Dabei Temple also has a history of thousands of years. It is a well-known ancient temple in the South China Sea. It should not be qualified if it has a long history."
"The fact that that weird existence came to me and was so surprised by me should be proof!"
"Thinking about it this way, the problem lies with the Great Compassionate Temple itself?"
"Is there something wrong with the inheritance midway?"
Master Yuanci's face changed slightly when he thought of this. This was also the fact that he was most worried about!
"Impossible, my comrades, and those fellow Taoists from the association..."
"Could it be that some of them are real practitioners with magical powers, but they've been hiding it from me?"
In Master Yuanci's mind, faces appeared that were either gentle and humble, or compassionate, or pretending to be mysterious.
He quickly shook his head and rejected this ridiculous idea.
Those comrades were all defeated by his subordinates after many years of debating scriptures.
If you are really capable, how can you still say that you can't beat yourself?
Master Yuanci became confident when he thought of this, and he was more inclined to think that those Taoist friends with high status were exactly the same as him before, they were mortals without knowing it!
"That's right, a token!"
"That weird visitor mentioned the inheritance token!"
"Is it possible that it is some inheritance token left by the master or the ancestor, but it was not taken seriously by future generations due to an accident!"
Master Yuanci is familiar with the classics and can recite the allusions and records of his sect.
He remembered that the Daci and Compassion Temple was quite lucky and had never encountered any natural or man-made disaster that would have destroyed the temple.
The inheritance is generally orderly and can be checked.
However, it did experience several disasters, and even encountered a plague three hundred years ago. Most of the high-level monks, including the abbot at the time, died of the disease!
After experiencing that blow, the Daci Dabei Temple fell into a trough.
Until in the hands of Master Yuanci, there was a gradual trend of reaching the peak again.
He has reached the age of seventy.
After thinking about this, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep at all!
He vaguely felt that the reason why he was a mortal presiding over it was related to the disaster three hundred years ago!
It was that disaster that caused the Daci and Great Compassion Temple to end its extraordinary heritage!
And if you think deeply along this line, you will be even more frightened when you think about it. I am afraid that the plague three hundred years ago was not just a plague!
Perhaps the reason why the world can be so peaceful and peaceful is because someone is carrying the darkness for them!
Although Master Yuanci is old, deep down in his heart, he still has the dream of being a great compassionate person who has cultivated magical powers to protect everyone and ensure peace.
Master Yuanci couldn't wait any longer. He didn't care that it was already dark outside and it was almost his time to rest.
He walked out of the room in a hurry and went to the Sutra Pavilion in the temple.
It is said to be a Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but in fact, except for the first floor, there are short Buddhist story books for casual tourists to read.
The second floor contains various collections of scriptures.
In addition to the many commentaries collected by eminent monks over the past millennium, the third and fourth floors contain more relics of eminent monks including the abbot of the Daci and Compassion Temple itself.
The relics are mainly written records.
And one thing that must be noted is that most of the documents are no longer original.
In other words, given the temple’s preservation conditions and manpower, it is impossible to protect them all when faced with such a large number of relics.
Most of the maintenance methods are to arrange for monks to copy and treat it as the original work.
Master Yuanci has a clear goal. He wants to find opportunities from the relics left by the abbot and eminent monks three hundred years ago!
Even if he can't find it, he won't give up.
Master Yuanci has made up his mind after seeing the truth of the world. He has paid enough for the Daci and Great Compassion Temple in his life!
He will spend the rest of his life searching for the truth behind the splendid Mengmen Temple and finding his true destiny as a Buddhist!
He, Master Yuanci, also wants to cultivate Buddhism and become a truly compassionate person in this world!
Master Yuanci knocked on the door of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion under the surprised gazes of the monks, and after ordering not to disturb him, he went straight to the fourth floor.
The following monks looked confused.
There was a clever person who whispered, maybe the host was still a little dissatisfied with the upcoming ceremony and wanted to find the ancestor's relics for inspiration.
There was a burst of nods of agreement.
They were old men who had followed Master Yuanci for many years, and they all felt the host's eagerness.
This made them inexplicably uneasy, so they immediately accepted this explanation to reassure themselves.
The fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
After modernization, the lights are bright and the air is good.
However, surveillance is only installed at the entrance and exit.
After all, only temple insiders can come here.
Just one or two precautions will do.
Therefore, the security personnel in the monitoring room never knew that two mice, one white and one gray, sneaked in an hour ago and quietly stuffed something inside.
Master Yuanci came to the area where the ancestor's relics were relics, and he bowed respectfully and recited mantras to each wooden cabinet to show his respect.
Then he approached the cabinet and looked through the glass first.
Follow some of the memories that I have seen before.
Master Yuanci found the host who died of illness.
With a hint of trepidation, I opened the cabinet and took a closer look.
This time, Master Yuanci looked at the many cultivation stories mentioned in the records that he thought were boastful before.
For example, the Patriarch recorded that he felt something in his cultivation in a certain month of a certain year, so he went to a certain peach forest to absorb the essence of the wood.
As a result, the Peach Blossom Fairy in the Peach Grove was dissatisfied, and the Patriarch chose to apologize to resolve the matter.
There is also a story that the Patriarch and his Taoist friend Yuexia Muting had dinner in a certain month of that year. The other party raised the kettle and waved and borrowed the hot and fine Longjing tea.
The Patriarch then took out his fishhook and directly fished for vegetarian food from a temple in the South China Sea.
Many of these appear in records.
Master Yuanci looked at this, but he no longer felt as before that this was just the Patriarch's bragging.
Because these comrades also boasted like this when they drank tea together...
Now Master Yuanci gradually feels that...maybe these records are true?
It’s just that these unworthy descendants lost the extraordinary inheritance of their ancestors and eventually declined and became ordinary!
No, no, still not!
Master Yuanci read the literature of the host and several eminent monks of his generation.
But I couldn't find any hint related to Fuhua Ruomeng Temple.
"Inherited...relics! Oh, right, relics!"
Unable to find any useful information, Master Yuanci put his hope in the relics. He hoped that the ancestor would take pity on them and not take the tokens to the underworld.
He opened the cabinet where the physical objects were stored.
Those that have been repaired by later generations are ignored.
Master Yuanci looked at a wooden box.
It was a relic of a certain eminent monk three hundred years ago.
Inside, he remembered, there was a book of scriptures personally annotated by the other party.
This is a rare and well-preserved original work.
In addition, the eminent monk is one of the few monks in the Daci and Great Compassion Temple for thousands of years.
The book was kept separately.
Master Yuanci once read this scripture and understood the thoughts of the founder across time.
Now, I think of the book recording that I couldn’t put it down by that eminent monk.
Master Yuanci opened the box with a trace of desire in his heart. After putting on his gloves, he carefully used tools to open the paper again.
It was extremely quiet in the Sutra Pavilion.
For a while, there was only the slight sound of turning books.
Master Yuanci looked at the annotations of the scriptures, but still didn't see what he wanted to see.
Until I turned to the last page of the scripture!
Master Yuanci suddenly trembled, and when he saw the last page of the scripture, a pale red Sanskrit text suddenly appeared.
Master Yuanci was very sure that he had never seen this Sanskrit text when reading it before.
It was never mentioned in previous annual briefings.
And if such an obvious mark existed before, it would be impossible for the monk who manages this place not to report it!
"It should have appeared recently...maybe it has something to do with the summons from the Glorious Dream Temple?"
"We, the Great Compassionate Monastery, need to obey orders..."
Master Yuanci looked at the Sanskrit and found that there was no change and nothing more could be seen.
After reading several classic scriptures, there was still no response.
Master Yuanci thought of something and took off the glove on his right hand and tried to touch the Sanskrit text.
Just a touch.
Master Yuanci tensed up, and a piece of information appeared in front of his eyes.
"Amitabha, Yuanci, thank you, Patriarch, for clarifying my doubts!"
Withdrawing his fingers, Master Yuanci put his hands together and saluted.
Just now, he felt the mysterious power again.
Or is it a reminder from the mysterious power left to me by my ancestor!
Although Master Yuanci had a thought at that moment: Maybe this is a game?
But he quickly rejected this idea.
This is his Great Mercy and Compassion Temple, and what he has come into contact with is extraordinary and otherworldly things that he has never seen before in his life!
How could this be a game! He would go to a real game, and he even wished that this game could have happened decades earlier!
Master Yuanci closed his eyes for a while to regain his composure.
Then he turned around and went straight to the Sanskrit prompt.
But he didn't know that the Sanskrit Spirit Rats had set up multiple places to ensure that there would always be one that could be discovered!
As soon as he left, Lingshu was dispatched to deal with the aftermath quickly.
The moon is sparse, with the help of moonlight.
Master Yuanci refused to follow the monks and walked into the main hall.
After paying homage to the Buddha enshrined in the main hall.
He came to the slate tiles under the Buddha's lotus pedestal. Following the Sanskrit instructions, he pressed his hands lightly and discovered that the slate actually had a mechanism!
A hole immediately appeared inside, and a wooden sign appeared that didn't look like it was real!
Master Yuanci picked up the wooden sign with trembling hands. As soon as he picked it up, he noticed that the wooden sign was as light and thin as if it were nothing, and it was as thin as if it did not exist.
Master Yuanci quickly placed the wooden plaque close to his body, and then quickly restored the stone bricks.
If Master Yuanci calls for expert appraisal at this time, he will definitely find that the traces of the stone brick mechanism are obviously new.
But how could Master Yuanci, who thought he had discovered the biggest secret of Daci Dabei Temple, think of this!
He has always believed that finding the token was all due to his own efforts and the blessings of the ancestors!
When he got the wooden sign, he had already sensed new information.
Master Yuanci, who firmly believed that this was the token left to him by his ancestor, already regarded the wooden sign as his biggest secret!
In the distance, Su Ping, who was looking for a fishing spot to try his luck, sensed that Master Yuanci had taken the bait.
He smiled, but did not rush to summon the host to go to the cave in the pot.
Su Ping deliberately waited until dawn.
Then he sent the ghost to appear in Master Yuanci's bedroom again.
"You actually have a token!"
A half-body ghost emerged from the wall again, but this time it did not frighten Master Yuanci.
He looked at the ghost and nodded slightly and then clasped his hands together to ask for advice.
But the ghost shook his head impatiently and refused, and said:
"Okay, okay, as long as you have a token, just wait until you obey the order tonight."
"By the way, you are the only mortal who has a token!"
"It seems that you may have to go alone this time."
"After all, each batch of people who come to listen to orders arranges tasks based on their cultivation level."
After the ghost said these words, he disappeared into the wall without any further explanation.
Master Yuanci had gained experience this time and did not dare to stop the ghost messenger from leaving.
I think that tonight may be the most important day to change the rest of my life.
Master Yuanci declined all negotiations and invitations.
Except for three meals a day and essential homework, nothing was left behind.
For the rest of the time, Master Yuanci allowed himself to enter a subtle state of rest to restore his energy and spirit.
Finally, Master Yuanci, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly opened his eyes.
He sensed a certain call.
I agreed without hesitation.
then!
In the blink of an eye, Master Yuanci, who was supposed to be meditating in the bedroom, appeared in the golden sea of clouds and the fairy boat!
"Is this really flying in the air?"
"This is real...Xianzhou!"
Master Yuanci stood up in excitement and looked around curiously.
He could feel the wind blowing on his cheek, and he could feel the fairy boat flying rapidly under his feet.
You can also vaguely see the rolling sea of clouds under the sun, and from time to time you can see towering suspended peaks.
And with a crisp cry, the bluebird and the crane flew past the side of the fairy boat.
Master Yuanci walked to the edge of the deck, and suddenly the ghost messenger who informed him appeared behind him and stopped him:
"You don't want to be blown off the fairy boat by a sudden strong wind, right? A mortal will be in charge."
"Strong wind?"
Upon hearing this, Master Yuanci quickly and obediently retreated to the middle of the deck and said hello to the ghost messenger.
Master Yuanci also saw the lower body of the ghost messenger for the first time, and found that it was actually a burning blue flame.
The Ghost Messenger is a ghost that doesn't like to communicate.
Master Yuanci just kept his mouth shut and just kept looking around, seemingly not getting tired of it at all.
With the help of the formation, the immortal boat circled around the sea of clouds.
Su Ping felt that the time was almost up, and then his heart moved.
The fairy boat began to slowly lower its height.
The fog ahead cleared a little.
As the sun suddenly appeared through the sea of clouds, it shone down on the gorgeous Ruomeng Temple.
Everything is so sacred and majestic.
Amitabha!
Master Yuanci stood on the deck of the Immortal Boat that had landed, looking at the majestic and gorgeous Rumeng Temple. He suddenly lost his composure, clasped his hands together and bowed, then closed his eyes and shed tears:
"My Buddha's mercy allows me to...see the Tathagata."
(End of chapter)
