Holy Bone

Chapter 183 The monk from Chengguo Temple in Beijing (6k chapter, please subscribe and ask for a monthly ticket)
That night.

It was dark.

The rain in the sky still didn't stop.

In the Taoist temple after nightfall, the eldest lady has been away for a while.

Jin'an, the old Taoist priest, the three people who cut the sword, and a goat that looks like a calf are left in the whole five internal organs Taoist temple.

In the end, Jin An agreed to go down to Yinyi River to find the Dragon King. Since this matter was related to those antique dealers, how could he be absent.

As long as it can destroy the plans of these people.

He is happy to let the dog go along with it.

He asked the eldest lady to help him recommend it to Mr. Fu Yin, and then the eldest lady left and asked him to wait for news.

Jin An sat on the bed, meditating, exhaling and inhaling, Jin An felt his body getting lighter and lighter, as if his body was lighter than a leaf.

The body lightened up.

Jin An was out of his mind. He turned around and saw that on the bed behind him, he was still sitting in cross-legged meditation.

Jin'an's spirit wandered around the room.

Since he has improved in spiritual martial arts, his spirit has been able to wander freely at night.

Looking at the continuous drizzle outside the house, Jin An's eyes moved, his fascination drifted to the outer wall, and people passed through the wall easily.

The world outside the wall is raining.

Didi da da——

The rainwater flowed down the eaves, falling to the ground like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Jin An continued to float outside the eaves, and all the rainwater penetrated through his body.

Just when Jin An was playing in the water with great interest, suddenly, click!Rumble!
A bolt of lightning splits the sky, and the thunderbolt fire is deafening. This is a murderous intent from heaven. If it is placed in the myth of Zhiguai, it means that there is a villain in power at the moment.

Jin An, who was still playing in the rain just now, was nearly shaken away by the thunder, and his mind was muddled, dazed, suffering from a headache.

Jin An understands.

He was shocked.

If he was shocked again, even if he didn't die, he would still lose his soul. The three souls and seven souls would be incompletely scared.

Jin'an didn't dare to take it too seriously, he resisted the unexamined discomfort, Hun'er quickly floated into the room, and then peeled off the three yellow talismans from his palm.

It is the Liuding Liujia Talisman granted three times, the Five Lightning Slashing Evil Talisman granted three times, and the Five Lightning Slashing Evil Talisman granted once.

Until the aura of the twelve gods on the Liuding Liujia talisman reflected his whole body, nourishing his spirit over and over again, after about half an hour, Jin'an's spirit returned to its peak, and he was alive again.

There are twelve righteous gods in Liuding Liujia, which are divided into Liuding Yin God and Liujia Yang God. They can grow stronger when they are in the yang world and nourish the physical body, and they can grow stronger when they are in the underworld and nourish the soul.

Jin An, who was born again, was no longer dull, confused, and muddled in his mental thinking. He had regained his clarity of mind, and he began to think about what happened to the thunder just now?

Why did God immediately give him a thunderclap as soon as he was out of his body?

This means, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. How can a person be a villain?

Jin An felt that this must be a coincidence.

This actually reminded him, before the soul is strong enough, wind, rain, thunder and lightning are the most taboo for the soul to go out of the body.

Next, with three yellow talismans in his body, he went through the wall again and stood in the courtyard, and waited for a while, but this time there was no thunder.

Waited for another incense stick time.

All is quiet.

The world is so quiet that there are only the sound of the pattering rain and the dripping of the eaves.

Jin An pondered for a moment, and with three yellow talismans in his body, he began to inspect the Taoist temple of the five internal organs.

The merit hall that has not been repaired is normal.

The Palace of the Great Emperor of the Five Thunders is normal.

Six Ding Liujia Wushen Temple is normal.

Sanqing Hall is normal.

To be honest, after Jin An's soul came out of his body, he was not very used to entering the Sanqing Palace.There is a god standing three feet above his head, and I don't know if it's because he, a fake Taoist priest, is a little guilty in front of the Taoist Sanqing saints.

In addition to facing the main entrance of the Sanqing Hall, where the statue of the Sanqing God stands, there is also a small side hall in the hall guarding the Sanqing Saint.

That statue is the patriarch of the Five Viscera Taoism.

The patriarch is immortal.

Misty Immortal.

In order to hide his guilty conscience in the Sanqing Palace, Jin An began to patrol the mountains like a king, and went up and down the Taoist Temple of the five internal organs, inside and outside, every corner and corner, like a dog must stay Like urine.After seeing nothing abnormal, he floated out of the Taoist temple of the five internal organs.

He wandered around around the Taoist Temple of the Five Viscera, and saw that there was nothing abnormal around him, so he let go of his speed and flew towards Jia's Mansion at full speed.

According to the grand lady's narration during the day, the attic in Jia's mansion covered with yellow talismans to ward off evil was the boudoir of a young lady in Jia's mansion.

That daughter's name is Jia Zhidie.

Jia Zhidie has an outstanding appearance and is proficient in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a well-known beauty in Fucheng and the daughter of Jia's family, one of the three major medicine merchants. Therefore, the young talent who pursued Jia Zhidie in Fucheng back then, son That's a lot, my lords.

The threshold of Jia's family was almost trampled.

pity.

God is jealous of beauty.

Jia Zhidie accidentally fell into the water while traveling on a painting boat a few years ago, leaving no bones left.

So far, the body of the daughter of the Jia family has not been found.

But in the first few days when Jia Zhidie fell into the water and drowned, strange things happened one after another in Jia's house. In the attic where Jia Zhidie lived, there was a faint sound of gongs and drums at night, as if some family was having a wedding, and the voices were noisy. , as if there were hundreds of tables of wedding banquets in the small attic, entertaining guests.

This has been going on for several days.

Every time I opened the door to check, the sound disappeared again.

Not to mention living people in the house, there is not even a ghost.

After a few days of tossing like this, the whole Jia family lived in fear every day, and couldn’t sleep at night. It was clearly a funeral, but someone had a happy event in the daughter’s room. I heard that the old ladies of the Jia family at that time were very angry. It fell down, and I suspected that there was an enemy secretly playing tricks on this matter.

Later, the two elders asked an expert to do it, and sent a letter to the attic, and the movement of wedding banquets in the attic stopped at night, and then it stopped.

But it has never been found who is behind the scenes.

This incident was a big blow to the Jia family back then, and at the same time made the Jia family very taboo, but the funeral turned into a happy event, and the yin and yang were reversed, which is a taboo for the living who are still living in the world.In addition, they were afraid that Jia Zhidie's reputation would be insulted if the news got out, so the Jia family concealed the matter and issued a seal order to the whole house.

All the servants and servants who knew about it were sent to other places. The servants and servants from back then walked and scattered, and they were no longer in Fucheng.

It took a lot of effort for the eldest lady to find out about the secrets of the year.

It can only be said that all the gentry and gentry with great families and great careers attach great importance to the reputation of their families and worry about being criticized by their peers.

Sometimes killing one's heart can also kill someone!
Jia's mansion.

When Jin'an's spirit floated here, he began to observe around Jia's family. Jia's family has a Fengshui Bureau set up by an expert, which can protect the mansion.

Block evil spirits, wild gods.

The living people in Baoyang Mansion are safe.

Jin'an, who has been carrying the yellow talisman for three times, is naturally not really afraid of the feng shui bureau of the Yangzhai, but he has no deep hatred with the Jia family.

If it really breaks the Feng Shui Bureau of the Jia family.

Added a cause and effect in vain.

Even innocent people are hurt.

So tonight he mainly came to stop and take a look at Jia Zhidie's attic.

Jin An's spirit began to float higher and higher.

Looking down at the vast land below from a height.

The higher the soul floats, the denser the turbid air in the high altitude, and even the wind howls, the temperature is cold, the more difficult it is for the soul to rise every inch.

In the end, Jin'an got a bird's-eye view of Jia's house at a height of about ten feet above the ground.

This is not his limit, but no matter how high it is, it is not beneficial to him except to increase the loss of soul.

Jia Zhidie's attic was in the west corner, where the lights were dark and there was no trace of human life.

Even the pavilions within a few feet around are deserted and uninhabited.

It seems that it has become a forbidden place that no one dares to touch, and the living people retreat.

Anyone who has anything to do with Jia Zhidie is taboo in the Jia family.

Jin An frowned.

In fact, after listening to the lady's words during the day, both he and the old Taoist suspected that after Jia Zhidie fell into the water and drowned, there were wedding banquets every night in the boudoir, and there was a lot of trouble in the bridal chamber. The goddess of water in the movie?

So in those few days of hustle and bustle, beating gongs and drums, it was actually the Dragon King who came to welcome the bride?

……

……

the next day.

On this day, an old monk came from outside the city gate of Fucheng.

The old monk held a Buddhist staff and was dressed in cassock. He came to Fucheng alone.

The old monk had a childlike face with a crane beard and a long beard hanging down his chest. He looked like he was eight or ninety years old, but he was still strong and strong.

The old monk looked a bit tired, he must have rushed all the way to Fucheng, but his cassock was still spotlessly clean.

This old monk is a master of Buddhism.

When the eminent monk came to the gate of the city, he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city, and the eminent monk handed out his certificate with a kind and gentle face.

When the soldiers guarding the city gate saw the identity information on the certificate, they were frightened and saluted in a panic.

"It turned out to be an eminent monk from Zhenguo Temple. I hope that the eminent monk will forgive our brothers for their rude confrontation. Master Huizhen please come in quickly, please come in quickly."

The soldier said in trepidation.

Zhenguo Temple.

That is the largest temple from the northern capital city, and it is the sacred place of Buddhism in the mind of the Buddha.

we can even say.

There are so many Buddhist temples and Buddhas in Kangding, all of whom have been seeking to enter Zhenguo Temple to understand higher Dharma as their lifelong pursuit.

The eminent monk chanted a Buddha's name, Amitabha, the benefactor is polite, you and I are the citizens of Kangding Kingdom, we should abide by the laws of Kangding Kingdom, and you are also the benefactor, and it is only natural to check every passerby.

"Master Huizhen, you are an eminent monk of Zhenguo Temple. You came to our Wuzhou prefecture this time. Is it because the news of the Dragon King case has already spread to the capital, and Zhenguo Temple specially sent an eminent monk to help us investigate the Dragon King case?"

The soldiers guarding the city gate saw that the eminent monk in front of him was very talkative and compassionate, so he boldly asked Master Huizhen the purpose of coming to Fucheng this time.

"Amitabha."

"I've heard a little about the Dragon King case on the way, and I believe that Mr. Fu Yin will handle the folk affairs properly."

"I came to Fucheng this time, mainly to go to Bailong Temple to meet old friends and do some things."

The eminent monk said.

The soldiers guarding the city gate heard that Master Huizhen still had important things to do, so they didn’t dare to stop him. Finally, under his respectful escort, the eminent monk called Master Huizhen, leaning on a Zen staff, headed all the way to the only short hill in the city. Go in the direction of Dragon Temple.

When passing through several squares and cities, when Master Huizhen passed the camel coffin and stone cow placed in the city, people stopped.

"Is this the Stone Niu salvaged from the Yinyi River according to legend in Wuzhou Prefecture, the relic of the predecessor who failed to dispel the corpse?"

Master Huizhen stopped for a long, long time.

There is regret in the eyes.

There are sighs that good fortune tricks people.

There is a lot of regret.

Finally, he clasped his hands together towards Shi Niu, and sighed softly: "The world is a great sea of ​​suffering, and all living beings fall into the water. Even the seniors can't jump out, and the little monk will eventually drown in this sea of ​​suffering due to exhaustion." inside."

Passers-by around looked sideways at the old monk who was saluting a stone ox, but Master Huizhen ignored the secular eyes. After he continued to salute, he picked up the fine steel Zen staff that was stuck aside, turned and left, and went straight to the white temple. Go in the direction of Dragon Temple.

After Master Huizhen left, a passer-by approached and was surprised to see that there was a hole in the hard stone pavement where Master Huizhen was standing, and the hole was a finger deep.

This hole is exactly where the Zen stick stood just now.

It was only then that everyone realized that they had just met an eminent monk, and the crowd was boiling. When they thought of looking for the eminent monk who had left, they found that the figure of the eminent monk had already disappeared in the crowd.

Only they were left to regret why they didn't have a relationship with the eminent monk just now.

The Bailong Temple on the low hill of Fucheng is resplendently refurbished, magnificent and magnificent, like a tree in a forest, and the people of the whole city can admire the universality of Buddhism as long as they look up.

When Master Huizhen came to the foot of the mountain, the incense believers were busy and there was an endless stream of people.

At the foot of the mountain, there is the sound of hawking, shouting, and the sound of urchins chasing and frolicking.

Among those hawkers are those selling incense candles, Dandan noodles, pastries, vegetarian buns, masks, candied haws and other things for children to eat and play...

The foot of Bailong Temple Mountain was full of traffic and crowds, and it seemed to be one of the busiest and most prosperous areas in Fucheng. Many monks were even seen going in and out of shops to collect rent.

The large market at the foot of Bailong Temple Mountain is the property of Bailong Temple.

Seeing the hustle and bustle in front of the Buddhist temple, Master Huizhen frowned.

Buddhism is a pure place.

This preoccupied face of a businessman and a philistine disturbed the tranquility of the Buddha, and made the monks in the Buddhist temple have no time to calm down and practice the Dharma and the Buddha's heart.

I'm afraid that all the Buddha's heart has gone into the eyes of money.

"Since I entered Chengguo Temple in Beijing to practice higher Buddhism, it has been more than a dozen springs and autumns. The current Bailong Temple is no longer the Bailong Temple that I was familiar with more than ten years ago. Today's Bailong Temple has changed. It smells like copper."

Master Huizhen looked at the monks collecting rent in each shop, shook his head and sighed, he could not see clearly, he climbed up the steps, stepped on the stone steps, and climbed to the Bailong Temple on the top of the mountain.

The Bailong Temple occupies a large area and is magnificently built. The tall pavilions with yellow walls and golden tiles are like palaces, exquisite and exquisite.

Those golden tiles are shining golden and resplendent in the sun, as if they have come to the legendary Buddhist palace full of gold everywhere.

Ordinary people are shocked at the first sight and feel the majesty. People are baptized under the light of Buddha, and all phenomena are emptied, marveling at the wonder of the world.

People can't help admiring and worshiping, as if they really came to the holy land of the Buddha.

The so-called gold tiles are made of polished and smooth copper sheets, and there are also tiles covered with gold leaf or red gold on the copper sheets.And under the eaves of the golden tile roof, there are also hanging treasure plates, cloud patterns, Dharma bells and other objects to exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil.

This building with a golden tile roof is also called "Golden Roof" in Buddhism.

Also called "Buddha light".

Buddha's light shines.

Purdue sentient beings.

The world is a sea of ​​suffering.

Everyone is a person who fell into the sea.

Everyone wants to jump out of the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other side of the heart.

Therefore, the deeper the secular obsession, the deeper the people who are trapped in the sea of ​​suffering, the more they worship ghosts and gods and gods and Buddhas in the sky.

It is still daytime, and the incense in the Bailong Temple is very strong. In front of the incense burners in the main halls, small halls, and squares, it is crowded with women from rich families, scholars, laymen, sons, squires, and more ordinary people who come here to burn incense and worship Buddha. them.

Even the plaques of the Bailong Temple are in large gold-plated characters. It is indeed reasonable that the incense of the Bailong Temple can last forever.

Before entering Bailong Temple, Master Huizhen was stopped by the monks guarding the gate of Bailong Temple: "I don't know what is the name of this master?"

"Which monastery is it from?"

"I am visiting my Bailong Temple this time. Are you looking for someone or something? If you are looking for someone, do you have an invitation or letter for the visit?"

The monk was very polite.

There is no arrogance and neglect.

Master Huizhen saw that he was stopped outside the gate of the temple, so he took out the official certificate from his cassock and handed it to the other monk: "When I became a monk at Bailong Temple, my Dharma name was Huizhen."

"Huizhen?" The monk looked suspicious.

"Has any of you heard of it?"

"I've never heard of this senior's dharma name in the temple."

"Have not heard."

"I haven't heard of it either."

Listening to the conversation of the junior warrior monks in front of him, Master Huizhen's mind of quiet meditation was rippling: "Amitabha, things are really different, and no one recognizes me as an old monk after more than ten years. If you go home after a few years, you will be turned away."

The wanderer returns home.

But he couldn't even enter the house.

Master Huizhen couldn't tell how much suffering he had said, but he still had a lot of emotion.

Although the monks in front of them didn't know who Huizhen was, they all knew how to read. When they saw the words "Zhenguo Temple" on the official certificate, they were all shocked.

Immediately someone ran into the Bailong Temple, and not long after, the people who came to offer incense to the Bailong Temple saw that a group of eminent monks who usually lived in secluded places and did not come out even once in the Bailong Temple saw that they were holding Hem of cassock, hurriedly ran out of Bailong Temple with ecstatic expression on his face.

Then, under the surprised and stunned gazes of the crowd, the common people saw that all the eminent monks in the White Dragon Temple went out respectfully to greet an old monk.

In the end, the old monk was welcomed by the eminent monks of Bailong Temple all the way to the private house in the temple, and turned away the people who were watching the excitement.

Private restricted area, outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering.

The Bailong Temple is built like a small palace. Master Huizhen walked all the way, and you can see carved beams and painted buildings, Han Baiyu stones everywhere, grand and magnificent, and the Bailong Temple is very rich.

"Junior Brother Huizhen, among our brothers and sisters back then, only you were the one with the highest Buddha-nature among us. Only you entered the Huguo Temple in the capital to practice intensively and profoundly the Dharma."

"On the contrary, our brothers and sisters are not good at Buddhism, and the roots of dust cannot be completely cut off. We have been stuck in the White Dragon Temple in this prefecture all our lives. The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. Of the thirty or so people who were ordained ordained and entered the Bailong Temple, there are only a few of us left now... Hey, time flies, and the years make people old, and we can't accept the old."

The speaker was an old monk who was very old, and he couldn't even walk with his legs and feet.

Dark gray age spots all over the face.

It is estimated that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, and the longevity is almost a year.

"No wonder Brother Huizhen back then, even the abbot was able to give up. Brother Huizhen back then had already had great ambitions, and the ambition was not in Wuzhou Prefecture, which is in a corner." This time the speaker was an old monk with a slightly hunchbacked name. .

"Jing Cheng Guo Temple has countless collections of Buddhist scriptures, and it is a sacred place that countless Buddhist disciples yearn for. Brother Huizhen was the No. , it’s not surprising at all. It’s just that it’s been more than ten years since then, and correspondence has become increasingly inconvenient. I don’t know what level Senior Brother Huizhen has cultivated in Buddhism?”

Another old monk from Bailong Temple said that his voice was rougher, and he was also the youngest among the several old monks present.But even the youngest is seventy years old.

After wandering around in the private courtyard of Bailong Temple, a group of people came to a meditation room and sat down one after another.

Master Huizhen dealt with everyone's problems one by one with a kind face.

In fact, these people are not his master and brother.

It was the same group of people who were ordained ordained and entered Bailong Temple together in the same year.

It's just that the time has passed, and the old people of that year have all fallen into the loess, and there are only a few of them left.

"Where are Junior Brothers Huiyan and Huichi? Why don't you see my two junior brothers welcoming me?" Master Huizhen asked doubtfully, looking around at the old monks surrounding him.

This Hui Yan and Hui Chi are the juniors who share the same master as him.

None of the fellow apprentices came out to greet him.

On the contrary, people from other halls came out to greet him ecstatically.

"Junior Brother Huizhen, it's not a coincidence for you to come. The two junior brothers Huiyan and Huichi happen to be in the closed life and death test because their deadline is approaching, and they want to break through the realm."

Several old monks explained.

At this time, these old monks, together with a large group of disciples and grandchildren, dozens of people, greeted Master Huizhen's return in a mighty way, interrupting Master Huizhen's thoughts, and Master Huizhen responded to those people one by one. Respectful greetings from seniors.

"Chanyuan, come here, I have seen your uncle Huizhen." The old monk with age spots on his face raised his hand and waved towards the crowd when he introduced his disciples and grandchildren.

"Junior Huizhen, this Chanyuan is my closed disciple. Hahaha, I saw you in Chanyuan back then. You are also so talented and Buddha-nature. His ability to comprehend Buddhism and Buddhist scriptures is better than ours. A few old monks are more insightful if they are hundreds of years old together. They are born to be beautiful jade suitable for practicing Sakyamuni Buddhism."

"Haha, it should be said that Zen is far more outstanding than your talent when you were young, Junior Brother Huizhen. He is born with the heart of the Three Lotus Buddha. He has three hearts in his body. He is born with supernatural power and the Dharma is vast. So I named him 'Zen' far', this disciple of mine is destined to walk a farther path than us old monks, to find the other side of my Buddha."

This monk named Chanyuan is very young.

About 20 years old, with a calm demeanor.

His skin is bronze, with a slight topaz texture, like amber jade, and his body is strong and full of amazing strength. He is not like ordinary monks who are white and clean, with a fat head and big ears. This looks like a horizontal kung fu Great monk.

But he is graceful, his eyes are like stars, and his forehead is bright as if there is a faint light of Buddha under his bronze skin. He doesn't look like an ordinary monk, but an eminent monk with hidden Buddha light in his eyes.

Chan Yuan handed over a cup of filial piety tea.

Master Huizhen took the tea and took a sip: "It is indeed Zhong Tiandi's beautiful jade."

At this time, the younger and more energetic old monk asked curiously: "Brother Huizhen came to Wuzhou Mansion from the capital all the way this time, why is it that only Brother Huizhen came here?"

"I don't know why Brother Huizhen came to Bailong Temple this time?"

(End of this chapter)