Guanying took the tram back home.
It was early morning work time, and people in a hurry were crowded not only on the tram, but also on every street in the bustling road of Gun Harbor.
Guanying had never seen so many people before, which made him feel a little dizzy.
I can’t tell you what it feels like.
It was as if the word "red earth" that Master had been talking about for many years suddenly became concrete.
Guanying grew up in Qingyun Temple. Although the way down the mountain was not far, when he was seventeen years old, this was the third time he went down the mountain.
Guanying was still young when he went down the mountain for the first time. Master said that Guanying had an epidemic and took him down the mountain to see a doctor.
The second time he went down the mountain was after something happened to his master. Youzhen went to the mountain and asked the two brothers to identify the body and question him.
The third time was this time. Although the purpose of going down the mountain was for revenge, which was not a good thing, I didn't expect to meet Lu Jushi, a living god. In vain, it is really a blessing.
In the past, Guanying felt that in his life, he was either like his master who spent all day catching and exorcising demons and was busy all his life, or he was like his senior brother who meditated and chanted sutras all day long and had a lot of leisure. Now it seems that there is a third kind, The fourth kind...there are many, many ways to live.
There are indeed monsters, temptations, and tigers at the foot of the mountain, as Master said, but there are also scenery at the foot of the mountain that you can never see on the mountain, and magical encounters that you can never imagine. Not to mention, there are friends at the foot of the mountain.
Someone who can share the rice balls they brought.
friend.
Guan Ying recited this word countless times in the back seat of the tram until the driver, who looked very fierce, turned around and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, the terminal is Qingya Ridge! Passengers, please Everyone get off the car!"
All passengers refer to Guan Ying alone.
Guanying got out of the car, dusted himself off, and looked up at the splendid temple on the mountain in front of him.
"Hey, friend."
This time Guanying did not sigh or complain. Although he was empty, he immediately started climbing the mountain.
An hour later, Guanying arrived at the main entrance of the temple. The door was closed and had four gilt characters written on it: "Qingya Zen Temple".
"Bah, I was obviously the one who came here first, okay? In the end, even the name of the mountain was changed."
Guanying took a sip and continued heading into the mountains.
It turns out that this temple with extremely strong incense is not "Qingyun Temple", but a Buddhist Zen monastery.
Although Qingya Zen Temple was established less than a hundred years ago, it is already a famous local incense resort. On every Lunar New Year and the fifteenth day of the lunar month, convoys of people going to the mountain to offer incense line up all the way to the foot of the mountain. At night, the lights of the cars are like a long queue.
In comparison, Qingyun Temple is not only lonely, but also completely forgotten.
Even though it was founded in the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, it has been passed down for forty generations.
But killing demons is a hard job after all. Compared with praying for blessings and fulfilling wishes, it is no longer suitable for the current era.
The hungry Guanying walked for more than an hour before arriving in front of Qingyun Temple and returned to his home.
I heard from Master that there were times when Qingyun Temple was prosperous, but those were troubled times and people at the foot of the mountain had no solution. Some people came up the mountain to avoid disaster, some came to pray to gods, and some came to find antidote.
At its peak, there were eight main halls and sixty studios in the temple, with thousands of disciples practicing here.
Guanying has always believed what his master said. Although there are only a few rooms left in the dilapidated Taoist temple in front of him, Guanying can always feel the presence of those masters and the remnants of their great aura.
Master, masters, Guanying is back.
Guanying bowed solemnly on the long stone steps, started to walk up, pushed open the triple door, passed through the Sanqing Hall, and came directly to the quiet room in the backyard.
At this time, senior brother should be here chanting sutras.
Sure enough, Guanying's senior brother Jianying was facing the wall, reciting "Huang Ting" and had already entered meditation.
Guan Ying stood aside and waited for a while, not daring to make a sound, but after all he was so hungry that he couldn't
I agreed, my stomach kept growling.
Jianying didn't open his eyes or look back, he just smiled and said, "There is some food in the kitchen. Junior brother, go and have a bite to eat first, and then we can talk."
Like a wild boar in the mountains, Guan Ying ran away and went to the kitchen to eat a bowl of rice before returning to the quiet room.
Jianying had already turned around and sat cross-legged on the couch, watching Guanying come in expectantly.
Jianying has a white beardless face and droopy eyes. He looks very amiable, but for some reason, his hair has turned snow-white since he was thirty years old. Therefore, he is obviously only in his forties, but he looks like an old father-in-law, but there are so many The meaning of dividing the immortal wind and bone.
"Guanying, what kind of demon descended from the mountain this time?" Jianying asked after Guanying sat down at his usual meditating position.
"No...no."
"Did you make some money?"
"No...no, I just made a few...a few friends."
"Friends? Then you can keep making friends. What are you doing when you come back?"
Facing Guanying's increasingly weak answers, Jianying gradually put away her smile.
"I..." Guanying was still thinking about how to talk about this.
Jianying let out a long sigh, "Junior brother, didn't we agree? You will be responsible for going down the mountain to make money, and I will be responsible for guarding the mountain gate. To be honest, the little money left by the master is enough to maintain the mountain gate for brother for a year and a half. Yes. I can no longer support you, junior brother."
"I know, senior brother, I didn't come back for dinner, I..." Guanying suddenly remembered that before leaving, Jushi Lu had a lot of money in his backpack, and quickly changed his words: "I... did take on a big job, that is That friend of mine, that friend is haunted by evil spirits and extremely generous with his actions, it’s just me, it’s just me..."
"Just what? With your skills, junior brother, are there any evil spirits that you can't conquer?" Jianying's face quickly turned gloomy and she said with a smile.
"It's just that I need to borrow a few things from the collection before I can go back and continue to slay the demons." Guan Ying decided to use a roundabout way to express his true demands.
Jianying's face was immediately filled with clouds, "Oh, what is it?"
Guanying's heart tightened, "Can you let me... see Master's relics?"
"Junior brother, can I ask, how much can this layman pay...?" Jianying didn't say anything clearly, but just made a money gesture.
"I don't know, maybe this many?" Guan Ying also had two fingers, and he made a few strokes, which was probably that thick.
Jianying beamed and jumped up like a wild boar in the mountains. He took out the key from his arms and took Guanying to the master's bedroom.
"Well, except for the magic weapons that you have taken away to eliminate demons, the rest of the master's things are all inside. You can see for yourself."
Guan Ying pushed open the door and entered the room that she was so familiar with. She found that it was covered with dust and even spiders had begun to spin webs. Thinking that her master was no longer in this world, Guan Ying burst into tears. come out.
