After hearing the old monk's politeness, Hua Jiunan naturally would not continue to take action.
At the same time, it also prevented Chen Daji from beating the two Ronin warriors.
"The big plan is done, let's take a rest."
“I’ve long heard that the three sacred springs at Kiyomizu Temple are quite magical, especially the Daigo tea brewed from them.”
"It's a good time to taste it today."
The three sacred springs mentioned by Hua Jiunan are a waterfall in Qingshui Temple, named Otowa Waterfall.
The water is clear and continuous all year round, and its spring is divided into three parts.
Each part is said to have magical powers, namely longevity, wisdom and health.
"Damn it, is it so amazing?!"
Chen Daji was yearning for it when he heard it, and thought to himself that if it really worked, he would take more home with him before leaving.
Especially the deaf mother-in-law must be made to drink more.
As for Grandma Mai...have you ever heard of a ghost who still needs to "extend his life"...
Under the glare of many Japanese people, Hua Jiunan followed the old monk to the main hall of Qingshui Temple.
Since no pilgrims are allowed to enter here, it looks even more fresh and elegant.
It does feel a bit like a Buddhist holy land.
It's just that in Japan, there is no distinction between gods and ghosts. In addition to enshrining Guanyin and various Buddhas, the main hall also enshrines a pair of unusually tall ghosts and gods.
The height of the statues of ghosts and gods even exceeds that of all Buddha statues.
Each one has a green face, fangs, and bulging muscles, and each holds a huge wooden stick in his hand.
Seeing Hua Jiunan looking at the two ghosts and gods, the old monk softly explained.
"Namo Amitabha."
"These two statues are the Dharma Protectors of this temple, and their true bodies are mandrills."
"It is rumored that the fifth generation abbot personally surrendered six hundred years ago."
Hua Jiu's ugly eyebrows were furrowed, and he had obviously discovered some clues.
But he didn't say anything, just remained silent and noncommittal.
After the two parties took their seats, a young monk brought hot tea.
Three bowls are placed in front of each person, naturally representing a sacred spring.
Longevity, wisdom and health.
Chen Daji didn't have any patience, so he picked it up and drank it without caring about burning his mouth.
After finishing the drink, he looked at Master Chang Ba expectantly.
"Baye, Baye, please give us a brain teaser and see if we become smarter!"
Although the honest and arrogant Changchong didn't want to talk to his good friend, he couldn't bear Chen's persistence, so he finally spoke with a look of disgust.
"Why do you think so fast? Master Ba, I'm afraid you won't be able to turn around and I'll hit you to death. I'll just test you on the multiplication table!"
"How much is eighty-seven?!"
Chen Daji was stunned when he heard this, and after a moment he spoke in annoyance.
"Damn it, this crappy tea doesn't work, we haven't gotten smarter..."
Chang Baye became even more contemptuous after hearing this.
"You little brat, please shut up!"
"You can't blame others for being stupid..."
While these good friends were talking nonsense, the old monk also spoke to Hua Jiunan.
"Namo Amitabha."
"The old monk's Dharma name is clear, but I haven't asked all the donors to know their names and where to practice."
Hua Jiunan returned the standard Taoist etiquette to the old monk.
"Blessings are endless."
"Master, you're welcome. The younger generation, Hua Jiunan, is a descendant of Master Ge Tianshi."
"This senior brother Wang Shushan is a disciple of the contemporary great scholar Mr. Xun Yi; this senior brother Liao Ping is a direct descendant of Longhu Mountain."
"As for the big plan...he is a contemporary giant of the Mohist family."
When the old monk heard the name Xun Yi, his expression immediately changed slightly.
Even more than hearing the news that Chen Daji is a giant.
Although it was quickly covered up, it could not escape Hua Jiunan's eyes.
"Namo Amitabha."
"It turns out that all of them are from the Holy Land of Central-Earth Cultivation. No wonder they are so magnanimous at such a young age."
"But I don't know why they came to our country together? If there is any need for help, everyone at Kiyomizu Temple will do our best."
Hua Jiunan did not hide anything, not to mention that he had no intention of keeping a low profile in the first place.
So he said straight to the point.
"The elder in my family was lost. I heard that he was killed by a traitor and brought to Japan, so I went out to look for him."
"Master, if you can provide clues, I would be very grateful to the juniors!"
