Liaoyin glanced at the closed door of the main hall: "What did the donor see?".
I laughed out loud: "No, I was just about to go in to look for you when you called me, Master."
He looked calm on the outside, but felt terrified inside.
This guy was really cool. He didn't ask me if I had gone in, but directly asked me what I saw.
This kind of jumping inquiry can interrupt normal people's thoughts.
Even if he had prepared the words in his mind, he would hesitate for a moment in panic or even reveal a flaw when he asked this question.
Fortunately, I grew up under the supervision of my elder sister.
My sister likes this method of questioning the most, so I am particularly sensitive and know how to answer to avoid making mistakes.
Liao Yin clasped his hands and asked, "My six senior brothers usually chant sutras in the main hall."
"Brothers don't want outsiders to disturb them, lest they disturb the ancient Buddha and destroy their Zen mind."
"So I ask the donor not to trespass, and I also ask the donor not to be offended."
Then there was no one inside, so I smiled hypocritically: "Of course, how could I bother the masters?"
"If it weren't for looking for you, Master, I wouldn't dare to walk around."
"Um...master, do you still have food? I've been running all morning and my stomach is still empty."
Liao Yin: "I asked Jingchu to leave lunch for you in the pot in the kitchen."
"Thank you, Master."
After leaving the entrance of the main hall,
I went to the kitchen, picked up my rice bowl, and wandered around the temple as if to vent my boredom.
The more I walked around, the more I realized there was something wrong with this temple.
Even if there were no monks in broad daylight, I didn’t even see any monks.
I saw many monks while eating in the morning.
Even Xiao Jingchu was nowhere to be seen.
Of course I wasn't stupid enough to go find Yin and find out.
The old lady in colorful clothes once said that forty years ago, all the monks in Qinglong Temple died in one night, including Master Yin.
Can this old lady’s words be trusted?
I scratched my hair irritably,
Suddenly something in my memory woke me up.
I took my rice bowl and ran back to the meditation room that Yin had arranged for me.
newspaper!
That’s right, it’s a newspaper!
The windows in the Zen room are covered with newspapers. If Qinglong Temple really happened forty years ago, then the entire temple cannot have progressed with the times.
There must be information on the newspaper that represents the time.
After I rushed back to the room, I lay down on the newspaper and read every word.
An accidental fire broke out at a shipyard in Jiangnan, killing and injuring as many as 20 people!
The Liaodong Leather Shoe Factory closed down, and the boss ran away with his six sisters-in-law...
.........
I checked several news items and compared the years...
Unsurprisingly, these news items are from forty years ago!
Forty years ago, all the monks of Qinglong Temple died... Is it true?
how come?
I dropped my job and walked out the door.
But as soon as I went out, I was dumbfounded again.
The young monk Jingchu was cleaning the courtyard.
In the courtyard of Qinglong Temple, a few scattered monks can be seen coming and going one after another.
Where did these monks come from?
When Jingchu saw me, he quickly dropped the broom and came over.
"Ah Si, do you know where my uncle hid that book?"
"Just now I went to my uncle's house and searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it."
Normally I would definitely tease him, but right now I'm not in the mood.
"How do I know? Maybe the master threw him into the furnace." I casually prevaricated and asked insinuatingly.
"By the way, why haven't you seen Master Yin?"
Jingchu shook his head: "Who knows? Uncle Shi only visits these places all day long. Just go and look for him."
"Maybe the cat is sleeping in that place."
'Yes, remember to help me keep an eye on that book. It's best to help me get that book back from my uncle. That book is hard to come by.'
"Yes," I smiled dryly and walked away.
After that, I started looking for Master Yin.
Regarding the current doubts, perhaps we can make breakthrough progress by starting from Master Yin.
other monks
Is the old lady lying to me, or is there really another truth to Qinglong Temple?
If Qinglong Temple really has another cave, then my life will become a problem again.
The only key figure in the entire Qinglong Temple is Master Liaoyin, and the only way to break through is from him!
I went to the main hall first, and the reverberations of the Sanskrit sounds echoed over and over again.
Glancing through the crack in the window.
There was only one person in the entire hall, Zuoyin.
It’s just that this cumbersome verse is not the voice of one person at all.
Because I am sitting in front of the big Buddha, it is suitable to close my eyes and recite sutras.
Although the head of the Buddha was wrapped in red cloth, the majestic solemnity still came to our face.
The Sanskrit iterated by several people and the scene of that person create a very different sense of separation.
The obvious and extreme weirdness crushes people's nerves.
I looked around and found a room closest to the main hall and hid in it.
In this way, once the cause comes out, you can detect it immediately.
However, tracking is easy to say but painful to do.
It was boring and boring, which made people sleepy. Fortunately, the cause came out after only a few hours.
As soon as I heard the noise, I immediately took action and followed Yin.
At this time, there was already some twilight in the sky.
Liao is used to walking into the backyard of Qinglong Temple, where there is a vegetable garden.
He went deeper through the vegetable garden.
Of course I didn't dare to follow him rashly. A place like the vegetable garden would be exposed if I wasn't careful.
When I could only see Yin's blurry back, I quickly caught up with him.
Behind the vegetable garden is an undeveloped patch of dirt, overgrown with weeds.
I don’t know what kind of grass it is, but it’s half a person tall, which makes it easier for me to hide.
Liao Yin stopped facing the patch of dirt.
I lurked behind.
Liaoyin seemed to have something in his hand.
Just when I was about to get closer and take a closer look, my shoulders suddenly sank.
My pupils froze and I rose up like a dying lion, grabbing the person behind me with my backhand.
Jingchu was strangled by the neck and slapped my hands repeatedly.
Only then did I slowly let go of my hand, but there was still a hint of caution in my eyes.
Although he had dealt with Jingchu, he was a monk from Qinglong Temple.
Jingchu lowered his voice as if he guessed that I was following Master Yin: "What are you doing here?"
I pretended to be a coincidence; 'I was looking for Master Yin, and then I saw him running here, and I followed him in a daze.'
Jingchu was very panicked: "Uncle Master would never allow us to come here."
'Let's go quickly, it will be over if I'm caught by my uncle. '
Of course I don't want to leave if I see what I'm about to discover
"Wait a minute, wait a minute."
I had no intention of paying attention to Jingchu, and leaned forward to look over at Yin.
At this time, I finally saw clearly what was in Yin's hand. It was a handful of sparkling incense.
Liao Yin knelt down on his knees holding the incense. In front of him was a group of tombstones arranged like a mountain forest!
Jingchu was still pulling at me from behind, trying to drag me away.
But when he saw the tombstone, he was stunned and stopped to peek with me.
"What is this...why are there so many tombstones?".
"How can we have a place like this in Qinglong Temple?".
I worked my way forward, just enough to see the tombstone closest to me.
Read from top to bottom and observe word by word....
Jingchu, who was behind me, couldn't see the tombstone. He asked me curiously: "Ah Si, whose tombstone is this?"
"Whose name is written on it?".
I didn't reply, but I couldn't help but get goosebumps on the back of my neck.
Because the name of the tombstone is 'Jingchu'!
