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As for the people who went in, their hearts were highly anxious and nervous. No matter what identity, background, or experience Long Xingyun and Qingya had, they all consciously tucked their tails between their legs when they came here, and did not dare to show off in the slightest.
In fact, the Underworld Temple is very simple inside and outside, but for newcomers, it is really difficult to adapt to the atmosphere here. Being stared at by so many skulls with black holes in their eyes, even under your feet, it is strange to be able to adapt to it, because it will be there under the bright sun A creepy feeling.
A temple of bones, made of countless stacked skeletons. How could normal people live in such a place? Subconsciously, people here think that the people here are perverted. With the blessing of fame, one can imagine the psychological pressure it brings to outsiders.
The ground where the skulls are piled up is difficult to level. For Qingya, who is wearing a wooden clog with one foot, trying to maintain the balance of his body is a test, even if he does not keep exercising to support his balance.
Baiyun led the two of them into the main hall, and they met the legendary underworld monk. This was the first time even Qingya, who had lived in Haishi for a long time, saw him. This top local snake is a bit derelict in his duties, but there is nothing he can do about it. This eminent monk rarely shows up. It is impossible for ordinary people to meet him, and those who can interact with him are basically big people.
The two also saw the octogenarian monks meditating on the left and right sides of the main hall, as if they were withered.
Looking at the position where he was sitting cross-legged and meditating, and then looking at the person Bai Yun was reporting to, he knew that the person sitting cross-legged in the middle was the legendary underworld monk, but he seemed to be younger, but it did not prevent the two of them from saluting quickly.
"Qingya, the descendant of Haishi, pays homage to the master."
"Long Xingyun is behind Chilan Pavilion, paying homage to the master."
The two of them did not dare to show their respect during the salute. They were sitting cross-legged and it was not easy for them to stand and condescend. Long Xingyun knelt down first and bowed down to pay homage.
Qingya saw that there was nothing he could do. It was inconvenient to bind and fix his legs, so he had to drag one of his legs and kneel on his side, as if he was half-prostrate. Anyway, his posture was not very good-looking and a bit girly.
The monk slowly opened his eyes after hearing the sound. He first noticed Qingya's strange movements and didn't pay much attention to it. Then his eyes mainly fell on Long Xingyun and asked: "Are you Long Jian's son?"
When Long Xingyun heard this, he thought he roughly understood why people would open their eyes to see him, so he hurriedly bowed and said sincerely, "Yes."
Qingya naturally knew who the "Long Jian" they were talking about was. It was impossible for him not to know the origin of Long Xingyun. It should be noted that Long Jian was the cave master of Qianliu Mountain back then. If he didn't even know this, how could he still do it? Hanging out under Qianliushan's nose?
It’s just that the big cave master didn’t know what happened, and somehow he fell in love with the great sage’s personal maid, and because of love, he took that maid away from Qianliu Mountain to live in seclusion. That maid was Long Xingyun’s. Mother, the current head of Chilan Pavilion.
As for Long Xingyun's father, Long Jian, it is said that he was liquidated by his enemies after losing the strong protection of Qianliu Mountain. He died not many years after leaving Qianliu Mountain.
But there are also rumors saying that Long Jian was actually liquidated by the Great Sage of Qianliu Mountain. Otherwise, given Long Jian's strength, it would be difficult for ordinary people to succeed, because Long Jian cuckolded the Great Sage.
Some things were rumored quite well. It was said that the master of Chilan Pavilion was very beautiful. If he wasn't very beautiful, how could Long Jian leave Qianliu Mountain for her? How could such a beautiful woman not have sex with the Great Sage after being his personal maid for many years?
According to legend, she is said to be the maid of the great sage, but in fact she is no different from her lover.
It's just that there are too many beauties who are willing to take the initiative to pounce on the Great Sage. Why should a so-called beautiful woman, who is also a maid and servant, let the Great Sage only pity and love her? It is said that it was precisely for this reason, because the great sage had so many women, that the maid left sadly with Long Jian, saying that she left with regret.
Legend has it that if she had not been the lover of the Great Sage, there would be no need for Long Jian to take her away from Qianliu Mountain. Now that the Great Sage was fulfilled, he could continue to stay in Qianliu Mountain. Naturally, he would leave because he was afraid of the embarrassment of seeing her again.
After all, a biography is a biography. Whether it is true or false, I am afraid only the person involved knows best.
In short, no matter what, the Great Sage Nian Ji Longjian followed him for many years. After his death, he took some care of the orphans and widows he left behind, and this was how the Chilan Pavilion was founded.
But there are legends that Chilan Pavilion is just a secret palace run by the great sage, and he will still "patronize" the maid occasionally.
Regardless of whether those rumors are true or false, one thing is certain. The background of those who dare to spread such rumors against the Great Sage Qianliu Mountain can be imagined.
No matter what the legend is, some situations are true. After Long Jian left Qianliu Mountain, there was only the Great Sage in Qianliu Mountain, and there was no longer any Great Cave Master. Regardless of whether anyone is taking tea, the second, third, fourth, and fifth cave masters of Qianliu Mountain were all younger brothers to Long Xingyun’s father. Long Xingyun was considered the nephew of these people. As for the ability How well cared for it is is another matter, at least the surface context is there.
At this time, the monk slowly moved the rosary beads in his hand again, "The poor monk and your father are old acquaintances. When the poor monk first entered the Buddhist monk's ordination, your father once observed the ceremony in this hall. After many years, we have become old friends. Passed away, only lamenting the impermanence of the world."
Long Xingyun was somewhat stunned, knowing that his father might have known this man back then, but he had never heard of any friendship between his father and this underworld monk. Of course, he was still young when his father passed away and had no chance to ask. The key is that he had never heard his mother talk about it. When chatting, his mother only said that he once wanted to visit the Hades Temple but was turned away. It seems that I have never told my mother this.
He did not expect that his father would actually witness the process of this underworld monk becoming a monk.
He increasingly thought that the other party was letting him in because of his father's sake. He knelt there and bowed quickly, saying respectfully: "My father passed away early, and I don't know this past event, otherwise I would have come to pay a visit to the master early. "
Qingya on the side was only slightly surprised by this, but not too surprised. In his opinion, Qianliu Mountain was once a person who was inferior to one person and more than ten thousand people. Isn't it normal to know the underworld monk?
The underworld monk smiled lightly and asked directly, "My old friend's son came to visit unexpectedly. Is there something wrong?"
This question was really too direct. Long Xingyun didn't know how to answer it. He glanced at Qingya from the corner of his eyes. He didn't know how he heard this person come here in confusion. Now looking back and thinking about it, he felt... Wondered.
Why should I tell Ming Si not to help Ash Heng?
How could Mingsi listen to me?
He suddenly felt that his trip was a bit nonsense, and he didn't know how to end it. If he continued with his purpose, he would be fooling around. If he didn't continue, he would shrink back and appear to be afraid to even speak, fearing that Qingya would be looked down upon again.
Seeing that he was a little hesitant, Qingya guessed his concerns and immediately helped: "Master, Master Long Shao Pavilion is here for Ash Heng's matter."
He was afraid that Long Xingyun would say something about retiring, which would make it difficult to reverse the words, so he simply put Long Xingyun on the shelf first. Anyway, Yin Shanhe was not here, and based on the young pavilion master's experience of being fully protected, it was obvious Nothing comes out.
The monk's eyes fell on Qingya's face and he replied, "He is gone and he is no longer here."
Qingya looked at Long Xingyun's hesitant expression and thought of his godmother's explanation and entered the underworld temple again. He suddenly gained some confidence and said directly: "Master, the young master of the pavilion is Ash Heng. However, I didn’t come here to see him, but in fact, I came to see you, Master.”
As soon as these words came out, Long Xingyun was secretly frightened.
The underworld monk said oh, as if he was waiting for the next step.
Qingya was also secretly nervous, but he still said bravely: "I heard that the master and Ashheng have a good relationship, but Master Long has a grudge against Ashheng. Master Long is worried that he will offend the Ming Temple. I am happy, so I came to ask Master to show mercy and forgive me."
The monk's eyes fell on Long Xingyun's face again, "The grudges between you young people have nothing to do with the poor monk. How could the poor monk say 'forgive' to you?"
Hearing this, Long Xingyun and Qingya looked at each other.
Qingya continued: "I heard that Ash Heng had something happen to him in Zhenhai Division before. It was Ming Temple who helped Ash Heng. The master of Ruolong Pavilion had a conflict with Ash Heng..." He looked at it with helpless eyes. , as if he hoped the other party would understand.
The underworld monk stopped talking to them. He reached for a golden bowl beside him and placed it in front of him. He took out a golden gold coin and showed the front and back sides to the two of them. On one side was a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating. , one side is engraved with the Temple of the Underworld, and the pattern is lifelike.
When Qingya and Long Xingyun were confused, the monk had already thrown out the gold coin, which landed on a skull on the ground and spun rapidly.
Before everyone could react to what was going on, the underworld monk had already thrown the golden bowl in front of him away. With a bang, the golden bowl hit the rotating gold coins, stopped them, and suppressed them at the bottom of the bowl.
"The pure place of Buddhism will eventually be ups and downs in the human world. Sweeping the dust temple is also unavoidable. On the one hand, it is entrusted by secular brothers to take care of it, and on the other hand, the son of the old friend comes to look forward to it, just like the two sides of this gold coin. The 'monk' and the 'temple' under the golden bowl , which side is up, the Young Pavilion Master chooses by himself, everything is up to God, if you choose it, it will be as you wish, if you don't, you will restrain yourself and not act rashly."
The monk told the story clearly, and regardless of whether the visitor was willing to accept his conditions or not, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, indicating to Long Xingyun to guess which side of the gold coin was facing up.
The two visitors looked at each other. Isn't this just gambling on luck?
However, the fact that the Underworld Monk could do this was considered tolerant, and they did not dare to bargain any more.
It's just that Qingya is a little bit murmuring in his heart. It seems that although the relationship between the godmother and the other side can communicate, it can't make Mingsi completely comply. But this is normal. Even the great sage of Qianliu Mountain has to give face to Mingsi. Godmother How can it be forced?
However, for Long Xingyun, Monk Ming was extremely merciful by doing this, and it had achieved results beyond his imagination.
At the same time, it also made him feel relieved and relieved. He had given his father face. Even if he guessed wrong, he had a chance to stand in front of Qingya.
Therefore, without any hesitation, he directly put his palms together, bowed to the monk in the underworld, bowed and said, "Junior, guess 'monk'."
Look like I respect you as a monk.
Of course, he did respect them in his heart at this time. After all, their status was very different, and they didn't make things difficult for him at all.
Upon hearing that the choice was made so quickly, Qingya immediately widened his eyes and waited for the result.
The sky and white clouds watching on both sides were also curious, but the old monks sitting cross-legged on both sides showed no reaction.
The dark monk smiled slightly, and then stretched out his hand to signal Long Xingyun to reveal the answer himself.
In this case, Long Xingyun was not polite, stretched out his hands to hold the golden bowl, slowly picked it up, and tilted his head with Qingya to find the answer underneath.
The golden bowl was moved away, and the suppressed gold coin slowly revealed its upward appearance, with a statue of a monk sitting cross-legged and meditating clearly engraved on it.
Long Xingyun was suddenly surprised, and he and Qingya looked at Ming Monk's reaction together. They watched eagerly without daring to disturb him, wondering if the other party would eat.
The Ming Monk smiled, "No matter how the grudge between the Young Pavilion Master and the Tanhua Lang is resolved, from now on, let it be fate. The Ming Temple will not interfere. In this pure place of Buddhism, no guests will be allowed, so go!"
In this case, Long Xingyun and Qingya couldn't force themselves to say anything, so they could only politely thank them, and then stood up to leave.
Baiyun went to see off the guests.
Changkong squatted down and picked up the golden bowl, then reached out to collect the gold coin on the ground. Unexpectedly, before his fingers touched it, the gold coin turned into a blur of light and shadow, and then disappeared out of thin air.
