"The abbot is kind."
A middle-aged man in official uniform, who was called Governor Zhang by others, sighed, "If all the practicing sects in the world can be as generous as the Jialan Sect, helping the masses, helping the weak and supporting the poor, how can we be in troubled times?"
When the other pilgrims heard this, they had sad expressions on their faces - many of their hometowns were not near Lingtai Mountain, and they didn't know whether they would be able to return home in their lifetime, or whether their fellow villagers in their hometowns could survive the troubled times.
Sui Yi, who has excellent acting skills, sobbed softly, wiped away her tears, and wiped them on Li Ang's arm - she had not recovered from her dislocated arm, so she had to hold Li Ang to avoid being discovered by others.
Tap tap tap.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from far away. A monk ran along the corridor outside the main hall and whispered a few words to Monk Kongwo.
The sudden change in Monk Kuuga's expression, even though it only lasted for a moment, was still noticed by some of the pilgrims.
He recited Amitabha again and asked the pilgrims to follow the other monks to visit the Mahavira Hall. He apologized and walked quickly to the north of the Zen room with the monk who had tipped off the news, talking as they walked.
"The pagoda has been broken into again? How is it possible? Haven't the masters and uncles set up more restrictions, and there are people on duty to guard it every night?"
"Yes, that's why it's incredible. The person guarding the pagoda last night was Master Uncle Liao. He stayed up all night and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures at the bottom of the pagoda. From beginning to end, he didn't hear any movement and saw half a human figure. Until In the early morning, when I re-inventoryed the various relics, Buddhist scriptures, Buddha statues, etc. on the top of the tower, I discovered that the positions of some things on the sixth floor had slightly changed. It must have been broken into."
"...what was stolen?"
"That's the problem! After counting, nothing is missing! Whether it's Buddha bone relics, secret treasures, or even Buddhist practice books, they are all safe and sound! It's like the intruder has another purpose..."
"Speak directly if you have anything to say."
"Brother, please forgive me, but there have been constant strange phenomena in the temple in recent days. First, the positions of the Bodhisattva and Buddha statues in various temples were inexplicably moved, and then the pagodas were lost one after another, which caused a lot of noise in the temple. Back then, Veda Bodhisattva moved grain for three thousand miles. Boat, save me from Jialan Temple, maybe this time is also some kind of revelation..."
"Junior brother, be careful what you say!"
Monk Kongwo frowned. Although there is indeed a legend of Bodhisattva rescuing the Buddha in the history of Jialan Sect, believing in the Buddha and believing that the Buddha will turn over the pagoda at this time are completely different things.
Forget it, let’s go see what’s going on first.
...
The night is already deep,
Xiao Da peeked out through the crack in the door. The lights on both sides and in the opposite wing gradually went out, leaving only the stone lampposts in the courtyard still emitting light.
He pulled back and nodded to the others.
Jiu Fenghai first took out a talisman from his sleeve to block out the sound, and then said: "What my monk said in the sky about Master Jialan's subjugation of demons is indeed true."
"Um?"
Xia Jun frowned and said, "How do you know it's not made up? Temples all over the world say how brilliant their ancestors are."
"I studied at Luli Academy and once traveled with Dean Lu Qingya. When I visited a mountain village in the North, I discovered a long-abandoned temple in which four demons were enshrined."
Jiu Fenghai said with a solemn expression: "Before the Han Dynasty, it was very common to worship blood-eating ghosts and gods. Ordinary people were unable to resist the monsters and aliens, so they were forced to coexist with them, offering livestock to them, and praying that the monsters would not harm them.
The demon statue in the ruined temple was lifelike, but there was no trace of demonic energy remaining. It was obvious that the demon itself had died long ago.
The dean and I visited the village and heard from the elders in the village the legend passed down from generation to generation - it was very similar to the version told by the monk Kuuga.
Even the pronunciation of the names of the four demons in the local dialect is the same as the four characters "訑, 讹, disgust and 杌" in Chang'an Mandarin.
However, the ancestors of the people in the village did not see the monk who slayed demons with their own eyes. They only saw the light of Buddha filling the sky and the holy sound of Buddha that resounded throughout the mountains.
Without knowing why, he placed the credit on the gods. At that time, Zen Buddhism had not yet emerged in the Central Plains, and the people did not know that there was a Buddha. "
"So, there is really Patriarch Jialan?"
Ashina Que Teqin couldn't help but ask. Turks have a mixture of beliefs. They not only believe in Haotian, but also believe in Shamanism, Manichaeism, Nestorianism, and Nestorianism. A considerable number of people believe in Buddhism.
"Maybe."
Jiu Fenghai shook his head and said: "In short, we need to go out to collect more intelligence. It rained lightly in the mountains during the day, causing the land to be muddy.
The soil in different places has different colors. When I was walking, I carefully observed the shoe prints of various colors left on the road.
The black mud left by some footprints can only be found on the back mountain, that is, in the direction of the pagoda.
Apparently something happened over there to cause the monks to gather. "
"If you want to explore information,"
Que Teqin stood up and said, "I'll go."
He is an innate warrior. If he concentrates on sneaking and hiding his traces, he can reduce the risk of being discovered.
"no,"
Jiu Fenghai shook his head and said: "The Jialan Sect has a long heritage and many historical relics. If you don't have the corresponding Zen knowledge, you may not be able to realize the problem even if you see it.
I'd better go. "
In fact, the best candidate for investigation was Sui Yi, who had a school background, but she had dislocated her arm and had not recovered from her injury.
Li Ang... his cultivation level is a bit low and he is easily discovered by others.
"Guys wish me good luck."
Jiu Fenghai stood up, put several talismans on his body, opened the window and escaped into the night.
...
The Jialan Sect shrouded in darkness did not appear deserted.
On the contrary, under the illumination of everlasting lamps, the splendid Buddhist temples and carved pavilions are half-hidden and half-revealed, making them appear even more luxurious and luxurious.
The Jialan Sect is so rich. This scene is almost comparable to the Daming Palace three hundred years later.
I'm afraid just knocking off a glazed tile or digging out a stone lamppost can fetch a lot of money.
Jiu Fenghai, who was wearing night clothes, shook his head and continued to maintain the operation of the spell, hiding in the shadows.
Climb over the courtyard wall, climb to the treetops, and look north.
The pagoda is brightly lit, and in the open space below, three old monks with long beards are sitting, and the old gods are reciting Buddhist scriptures on the ground.
After just one glance, Jiu Fenghai immediately looked away, for fear of attracting the attention of the three advanced monks.
The guards are so tight... I'm afraid it won't be easy to get through...
Buzz!
On the seventh floor of the pagoda, the Buddha's light suddenly lit up.
The expressions of the three old monks who were chanting sutras changed slightly. They all slapped the ground, jumped up, and rushed straight to the upper level of the pagoda.
Buzz! !
The Buddha's light trembled continuously, causing ripples to form on the mountain guarding formation covering the sky, as if it had been shaken by some kind of strong impact.
The remarkable vision caused the monks resting in each meditation room to run out and rush towards the pagoda.
Chance!
Jiu Fenghai's eyes flashed, and he silently jumped down from the treetops, heading straight to the edge of the mountain guarding formation.
The strange phenomenon in the pagoda may be that aliens are out of control, or it may be that someone or something is trespassing.
No matter what it is, the attention of everyone in the Jialan Sect has been diverted, and the mountain guarding formation is shaking. This is the best opportunity to explore the reality of the formation.
He walked quickly through the woods and came to the misty edge.
There are continuous stone tablets standing in the forest, and the words "no trespassing" are engraved on the tablets.
Jiu Fenghai ignored the inscription, picked up stones and plants, and threw them into the blurry and vibrating translucent barrier.
Wow.
Stones and vegetation successfully penetrated the barrier and fell into the dense forest.
When Jiufenghai saw this, he picked some insects from the tree and threw them forward.
Still passed successfully.
So...
Jiu Fenghai took out a paper crane from his arms, pulled it with his spiritual power, and controlled the paper crane to stagger towards the barrier.
One foot, two feet...
The paper crane successfully crossed the air barrier and continued flying forward.
When I drink wine, my face lights up with joy.
The next moment, the paper crane lost control without any warning and was completely destroyed in the process of falling.
His expression suddenly changed and he immediately cut off the spiritual connection with Zhihe.
However it was still too late.
Invisible power is transmitted through paper cranes,
Just hear a tearing sound,
Countless blood-stained thin lines appeared on Jiu Fenghai's body. His eyes trembled and he took a trembling step. His body immediately broke into countless pieces and fell to the ground in pieces.
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