Jiming Temple is neither big nor small. Many pilgrims come here to worship Buddha, and from time to time many people can be seen taking pictures. When you walk into the temple, you can smell the sandalwood that floats everywhere. The smell is too strong to make people pure, but will feel a little annoying. Today's temples are mostly like this. It is really unpleasant to be reduced to a tool for making money.
Ah San had been here once before. He was familiar with the road. He led us through the front and rear halls and stopped by a stone pier on the back of the mountain. Then he gestured with his eyes to a slanting path next to him, saying: "The Xiaozangjing Pavilion is over there. , But someone was guarding it. I was discovered the moment I went in last time, and I escaped because of danger."
"Someone here can beat you?" I asked suspiciously.
"Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are so many strange people and strangers. Do you think the whole world will be practiced by the ones you see?" Asan said, "Jiming Temple has existed for so many years. If there are no capable people here, it would be a strange thing. ."
"What kind of capable person? Don't tell me there is a real Buddha here, I definitely don't believe it." I said.
"Of course there isn't a true Buddha, but there is a half-dead Arhat." Asan said with a curled lips, "The old guy ran out to be scary. I really want to knock his bald head in two."
"Arhat?" Lian Dao was a little surprised: "There are real arhats in this world?"
"Anyway, his Buddha's glory is prosperous, I can't beat him." Asan said.
"Then I really want to see it." Lien Daozhen said, stepping inside.
Asan hurriedly grabbed him and said, "In addition to Luohan, there are ordinary Buddhist disciples here. Are you planning to go for it? Let's just take a look at the original, there is no need to have so many things."
"If you don't break in, how can you get in?" Lian Dao asked really puzzled.
Asan raised his head, raised his chin, and said, "Turn over there."
The place he was talking about was the mountain peak next to the stone pier. The mountain was high and steep, bare, not to mention the trees, not even a bulge for climbing.
Besides, even if we can climb the mountain, this mountain wall is located behind the main hall, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be discovered. I looked at Asan, how could this guy come out of bad ideas. After Lian Daozhen glanced at the mountain peak, he returned his gaze to the path. In his opinion, it is better to go straight to climb the mountain.
Asan naturally understood our concerns and said, "There is a crack halfway up the mountain for people to pass by. The apse just covers that position. Unless someone is flying up like a bird, it will never be seen. we."
"Say it early."
Asan curled his lips: "Don't make it as if you can climb up by yourself."
The contemptuous tone and the contemptuous eyes made people want to smoke him. But what he was telling was the truth. Without Lian Dao's help, I really couldn't make it.
Now that there is a way, we naturally don't dawdle, let's see if no one is coming, Lian Dao really grabbed me, and jumped up if I got rid of. I jumped more than ten meters high, and I saw a small crack on the mountain wall. Even Doshin grabbed the edge with one hand, rushed in like a rabbit, and then pulled me in.
The crack is very narrow, and it is a bit reluctant to walk sideways. Fortunately, none of us are fat, otherwise we must be stuck here. After a few meetings, Ah San also came in. As he walked, he reminded us: "Go ahead about thirty or forty meters and you will reach the exit. It is on the top of the small Tibetan scripture pavilion. Let’s just jump down and we won’t be disturbed. anyone."
"What if someone happens to come and inspect?" I said.
"There is that old undead Arhat who is still using it to patrol?" Ah San said.
"This is..." I chuckled and stopped asking.
Although the cracks are not easy to walk, the distance of tens of meters can be said to be very close. Soon, we came to an end. Ren Daojin glanced down, then grabbed my arm and jumped down.
Looking down in the air, I was surprised to see that below was a very dilapidated room.
The style of the house is old, the bricks and tiles are decayed, and it is amazing that it has not fallen. I can hardly believe that this is the small Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Jiming Temple.
Lian Daozhen led me to the ground, barely making any sound. I looked back and saw Ah San climbed down from the mountain wall like a gecko. There is a faint black air in his hand, clasped on the mountain like a sucker, I can't help but want to laugh when I see him cautiously.
When he reached a height of three or four meters, Ah San dissipated the black air in his hand and jumped down. He stunned when he saw me holding back a smile. Although no one is patrolling here, we still dare not speak loudly, otherwise it will be troublesome to attract monks in the mountain road.
There is no door in this dilapidated house, and you can clearly see that there is an offering table inside, but there is nothing on the table. What is even more puzzling is that there are no Buddha statues in the room.
No Buddha statues, no offerings, what do you want to offer to the table
There were no plaques up and down the house. I thought there should be golden plaques hung in such mysterious places, and then there was an old monk sweeping the floor. Unfortunately, the TV series are all deceptive.
Lian Daozhen glanced at A San, and only after seeing him nodding, did he walk in first.
The house has no threshold, and there is a lot of dust everywhere, but I did not smell the musty, but a light fragrance. It is not a natural floral scent, nor a man-made perfume, but a sober sandalwood. This smell is a thousand times better than the smell in the front hall. However, the fragrance does not leave the house, even if you stand by the door, you can't smell it. Only when you walk in, can you feel a fresh breath coming to your face.
It was a magical place. After I went in, I looked around. The room was very small. Except for an ordinary wooden table, there were only bookshelves on the two walls. The bookshelf is also old and pitiful, with a few Buddhist scriptures and ancient books on it, and there are a lot of spider webs, and no one has cleaned it for some time.
I leaned over to Ah San and asked him in a low voice, "Where are you talking about Arhat?"
"Stay away from me." Ah San pushed me very uncomfortably, and said, "He wants to come out, and he will come out naturally. If you want to see him so much, you can just become a monk."
Talking is really choking! I touched my nose and walked aside in embarrassment. Lian Dao really didn't see anything, so he focused on sensing it. After a meeting, he said, "There is indeed a breath of Buddhism, but the whole room has it, so I can't tell where it came from."
"It doesn't matter where he comes from, let's look at the original copy first." I raised my hand and grabbed a Buddhist scripture on the shelf.
Ah San said in surprise: "Don't move around..."
But he said it was too late, and my hand had touched the Buddhist scriptures. Then, the sandalwood in the room became thicker, and a person appeared abruptly on the empty altar table.
It was an old monk with a tattered coarse cloth monk's clothes on his body. His head was bare, but there were no ring scars. The skin on his face, wrinkled like tree bark, sat there with his eyes closed.
Although he looks so ordinary, the strange aura that keeps emanating from his body makes people unable to help but want to bow down. He didn't open his mouth, but there was a voice: "After taking the scriptures, you are connected with the Buddha, let go of the world, and take refuge in my Buddha..."
His words were like a lullaby, making my mind confused, my legs softened and I almost knelt on the ground. At this moment, Lian Daozhen suddenly stretched out his hand behind my head and took a shot, rushing into my head with a vigorous breath, making me sober in an instant.
Lian Daozhen frowned and looked at the old monk on the altar, and said, "Saving people into Buddhism at will, you have crossed the boundary."
The old monk sat there motionless, his voice fluttering, and sang in the room: "All beings are Buddhas, and they should be the universal salvation of all beings."
Only then did I understand that I was almost shaved by the old monk, and there was an unnamed fire in my heart. I couldn't help but say: "It's all a Buddha, why don't you become a Buddha yourself? You came here to pretend to be a god and behave like a ghost, and cruel a good young man!"
"If you don't become a Buddha, how can you see a Buddha? If you don't see a Buddha, how can you know you can't become a Buddha." said the old monk.
"I saw a broken house and a bunch of cobwebs!" I said.
"What you see with the naked eye is illusory, and the heart is pure, where there is dust." said the old monk.
"Since everything you see with the naked eye is fake, did you just see me taking the Buddhist scriptures as fake?"
"To observe with the knowledge, not from the eyes."
I whispered secretly, but there was no good sentence to justify him. The Buddhist monks are all masters of sophistry, not to mention, the one in front of him is still an arhat.
However, I can't see how he is similar to the legendary Luohan. There is no Buddha's light, no magical powers to show, except that the way of appearance is somewhat magical, it is simply inferior to the little novice monk who burns incense with the female donor outside.
I stepped back and asked Asan in a low voice, "You were beaten by this guy?"
Ah San looked at the old monk on the altar a little nervously, nodded vigorously: "It's him!"
"I don't see anything special, can you poke it down with just one hand?" I wondered.
"What do you know!" Ah San said angrily, "It's all because of your hand being so fast, otherwise he wouldn't come out so early."
"It's me..." I said innocently, "Who told you not to remind me first."
"Pig brain, you have to be reminded of everything!" Asan said angrily.
At this moment, Lian Daozhen looked at the old monk at the altar, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Two Extraordinary Chens, when they meet each other, they are predestined, don't hurry to return." The old monk replied.
"Where is it?" Lian Daozhen said.
"Naturally, I take refuge in my Buddha."
Lian Daozhen sneered and said: "I am a god, not a god, not a fairy, not a human, not a Buddha. A mere arhat wants to save me into a Buddha?"
"If you don't enter Buddhism, you will have no chance, and the vulgarity has not yet come. Please come back." said the old monk.
"I want to go back, but I have to read it before leaving." Lian Daozhen said coldly, grabbing the ancient books on the bookshelf with one hand.
"My Buddha is merciful..." the old monk muttered, and a strange wave rose instantly. This fluctuation came from his body, also from the bookshelf, and even the whole room. The invisible force pushed us out of the house forcibly. (End of this chapter)