Now that I am lying in Qinglong Temple, I don't believe that any ghost can come to my door.
I slept very soundly this night.
It was still dark when I woke up,
When you open the door, you will be greeted by the uniquely moist mountain breeze mixed with the aroma of earth.
After taking a few breaths, I immediately felt that all the turbid air in my lungs had been replaced.
I first went to relieve my heavy bladder and then walked around the temple.
After all, I might have to stay here for the next few days.
Suddenly a candlelight attracted me.
A half-burned red candle stood in the pavilion built against an ancient tree.
This sparkling light could not be more obvious at the dawn of the future.
I leaned over and took a look, and there was another person.
It was none other than the young monk Jingchu. Jingchu was leaning against a pillar and looking intently at a gray book by candlelight.
I didn't say anything and quietly slipped over.
When I looked up and saw the content in the book, my mouth suddenly opened.
This little monk looks innocent and serious, but he has a lot of thoughts behind his back.
"The unpretentious two giant mountains of Hongling pressed on my back. The touch of soft water made my mind break. The rise and fall of my body temperature with the breath of the red girl became more clear to the touch."
"Just when I couldn't hold it in any longer, Hongling spoke."
"She bit the tip of my ear and rubbed it carefully: "Brother-in-law, don't worry about my sister, I am willing to give it to you."
"I stood up suddenly and threw the red girl down...".
I happily read the contents of the book
The young monk was stunned for a moment, and then his fair face was like the red sun about to rise. If it could emit smoke, it would probably be like a steam engine now.
He hurriedly hid the book in his arms, even though it would not help.
I joked: "Young monk, your six roots are impure."
The little monk stuttered in shame: "You... how can you... how can you spy on others?"
I retorted: "This is the pavilion of Qinglong Temple, not your bedroom. How can you call it peeping?"
"But I didn't expect you, little monk, to be so good at it."
Jingchu: "This book was left here by a certain benefactor. I'm just curious...just curious."
"I will hand over the book to...".
I put my arms around his shoulders and said, "Why are you so anxious? I didn't say I was going to report you."
"In the beginning, human nature is astringent. It is human nature to be fond of sex. What's so embarrassing about this?"
The blush on the little monk's face faded a lot, and he carefully picked up the gray book: "Then... let's read it together?"
"Very good".
.............
The two cats were blushing when they read it together. Although the content of this book is a bit old, the story is still as exciting.
When I read the meaty part, I felt like I couldn't stop being there.
Over-indulgence led to the fact that neither of them noticed the master's arrival.
The master gave a dry cough.
The two of them woke up as if they had done something wrong, and the little monk hid the book behind his back.
This couldn't escape the master's eyes, he stretched out his hand.
Jingchu could only hand it in honestly: "Uncle Master... I actually bought this book...".
Liao Yin held the book and felt very sad: "Jingchu, your mortal roots are still intact. You are so addicted to vulgar sex. How can lust accompany the ancient Buddha?"
"You go to the lobby and chant sutras."
"Yes." The young monk breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his uncle was not prepared to punish him severely.
Just chanting sutras...
After Jingchu left,
Liaoyin casually opened it and took a look. He was so surprised that he couldn't stand still.
The brother-in-law and his wife's sister...are still together...how can that place be used for that kind of thing? ........
He quickly looked away from the book and confessed again and again:
"Amitabha...Amitabha...how can there be such a book...a sin...a sin".
I couldn't help but regret it. If I had known better, I would have asked the little monk what the name of this book was.
Reason: "The donor's meal is ready, please move on."
I looked at the sky and said, "It's not completely bright yet. Is breakfast so early?"
Liao smiled kindly and explained: "Qinglong Temple is no better than other places. There are usually few pilgrims here."
"So we have to eat early and then chant sutras in front of the ancient Buddha, so it doesn't make any difference to us whether it's earlier or later."
'If the donor is not used to it, he can ask Jingchu to deliver the vegetarian meal later.'
Me: "I just didn't have breakfast so early, nothing else."
"I am extremely grateful to Qinglong Temple for allowing me to stay. I don't dare to ask for anything else. It's good to eat early."
'Okay, I'll take the donor to the place where he eats food'
The vegetarian food at Qinglong Temple is very ordinary, but very satisfying.
Pickled radish strips, white porridge thick enough to be pulped, and some home-grown sweet potatoes.
I also drank two large bowls in one go.
The master smiled with satisfaction at this,
Eating without restraint is a sign of respect for everyone in Qinglong Temple. The monk who cooked the rice was even more happy when he saw this and filled another bowl for me.
In addition to Master Yin and Jingchu, there are six other eminent monks and dozens of other monks in Qinglong Temple.
The other six eminent monks sat in the chief position, unsmiling and taking the porridge in front of them extremely seriously.
Even if a grain of white rice falls on the table, they will dip it in with their fingers and put it in their mouth.
They didn't seem surprised by my arrival and didn't even ask Master Yin.
It may also be because the master has already told them about me.
After the meal, the six masters stood up and left.
After a while, Lang Lang's heartfelt chanting and the smell of burning incense enveloped the entire temple again.
I hesitated again and decided to tell Master Yin about the wooden box.
I have been hiding that wooden box in my luggage because I feel that this wooden box may be related to Qinglong Temple.
At that time, my grandfather told me three things. One was to go to Qinglong Temple, and the other was this wooden box.
Grandpa said that going to Qinglong Temple could save his life, but he didn't say what the wooden box was used for, and he couldn't open the wooden box.
Therefore the master may know something.
"Master, my grandfather left a mahogany box before his death. I can't open that box, and even a knife and ax can't hurt it at all."
When Master Liaoyin heard about the wooden box, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mahogany box? What does that box look like? How big is it?"
Since meeting the master, it was the first time that the master's tone was so urgent and urgent.
"It's bigger than an adult's hand. It's red and smells like blood. However, a Taoist priest said that the box has a strong yin energy and is an ominous thing."
Master Liao Yin's detached demeanor was completely gone, and he turned solemn.
"The red evil hates the victory box!".
My eyes were solemn, why did I say the name of the box?
Sure enough, this wooden box is inseparable from Master Liao Yin!
I took the opportunity to ask: "Master Lieyin, do you know this box?"
Liao Yin said in a tone that sounded like he was sighing: "How come I don't know about the Hongsha Yinsheng Box?"
