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Zhao Wujiang stood under an ancient tree.
The ancient tree is so tall that it can be said to be as thick as six or seven people hugging each other. The vines are constantly entwining and climbing up and down the ancient tree.
This ancient tree is located in the center of Lanruo Temple, surrounded by the main hall, side halls, wing rooms, granaries, Luohan hall, monks' tomb, etc.
The vines cling to the ancient trees, and the vines are connected to form a network. In addition to climbing up to the sky, there are two parts extending to the Sutra Pavilion on the second floor of the side hall and the chest of the golden Buddha on the second floor of the main hall.
It seems like a two-way street.
Zhao Wujiang listened to the sound of rain that never stopped and the sound of chanting from the main hall, his eyes looking around under the dark sky.
"Donor Zhao, the wing has been vacated..."
The little monk learned wisely this time. Instead of holding a lamp, he held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped through the splashing muddy water to reach Zhao Wujiang's side.
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and withdrew his scrutinizing eyes:
"Young master, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"No trouble, no trouble, monks are compassionate, hehe."
The young monk scratched his head. The benefactor named Zhao in front of him had just donated a lot of incense money to Lanruo Temple. The host was so happy that he said that benefactor Zhao was full of wisdom and asked him to clean up the side room so that benefactor Zhao could have a good rest.
Rain pattered on the oil paper umbrella. Zhao Wujiang and the young monk walked into the main hall, followed the eaves of the main hall, walked through the corridor, and came to the place where guests are received in the temple.
There are four or five wing rooms in total, which are not too big. After all, the entire Lanruo Temple, except for the towering ancient tree that towers into the night and the golden seated Buddha about four feet high, is not included in the main hall, side halls, or other places. Broad or grand.
Lanruo Temple is an ancient temple and is not very popular. It is good to have occasional renovations over the years, let alone expansion.
Zhao Wujiang opened the door of a wing room. He already had an idea in his mind. He wanted to go to the Scripture Pavilion tonight and look through the ancient books inside.
He was staring at the tree vines just now, and he was looking at the second floor of the side hall where the books were stored in the temple.
If he wanted to guess where the mental dharma of the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra" would be hidden, he thought that the library was the most likely. This was his intuition.
Heart Dharma is extremely precious. If the eminent monk who was given the Heart Dharma by the sweeping monk wanted to hide it, he would not write it on some wall or hide it in a futon.
Whether it is Taoism, Buddhism or various sects, they actually attach great importance to the word inheritance.
If you put it in some places where it is not easy to be discovered, it is very likely to be damaged inadvertently. Instead, the gain will outweigh the gain and the inheritance will be lost.
Moreover, there are too few people in the world who know about the mental state of mind. The library has a vast collection of books, and it is safer to put them in the library, where someone will guard them and not attract anyone's attention.
"Huh?" Just as Zhao Wujiang was about to step into the door, candlelight suddenly lit up in the side room, and someone pushed the door open and came out.
Another Taoist priest.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. This Taoist priest was about the same age as him. He was dressed in elegant black robes and wore a lotus crown on his head. He was handsome and handsome, with gentle brows and a touch of pride.
When the Taoist priest saw Zhao Wujiang, he was slightly startled. Then he nodded to Zhao Wujiang in a friendly manner, quickly looked away, and walked into the corridor with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
I met three Taoist priests in succession, and these Taoist priests are still in the land of Buddhism. Is this something big? Zhao Wujiang was confused, stepped into the room, closed the door, and waited for the night.
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The temple door was opened.
Yang Miaozhen, the saint of the Human Sect, and Wei Qingling, the beloved son of the Earth Sect, were standing outside the door. They were both wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and the hems of their Taoist robes were all muddy.
"Senior Brother Li." Wei Qingling's big eyes flashed and she called sweetly. Standing in the door holding an umbrella was a young Taoist priest with a rich and powerful personality. He was none other than Li Xuan, one of the most beloved sons of Tianzong.
Li Xuan was extremely talented and was known as the second person among the younger generation of Tianzong, only under Tianzong Daozi.
Yang Miaozhen's eyebrows were cold and he nodded lightly: "Senior Brother Li."
"Go in and say, you're hungry. I've left some fast food for you." Li Xuan's expression was gentle, his eyes were smiling, and he glanced at Yang Miaozhen without any trace, and he passed by lightly without ever falling.
