Rong Donglin felt that the air in Lin's house was a little fresher in the past two days, there seemed to be a faint fragrance in his breath, his mind was clear, and even the progress of translation was much faster.
Father Lin's perception is more intuitive, but only a few days have passed, and he can feel the aura molecules cruising around. The willow trees by the lake have benefited from the wood-type aura, and the light yellow leaves have grown to three inches in a few days It grows long, and the branches hang down to the lake, which is really beautiful.
Lin Luoran really wanted to read the part that Rong Donglin had already translated, but a rock in her heart that could never land made her restrain her urgency.
There was one matter that she had to settle before she went out to find the whereabouts of the Soul Cultivation Wood.
Lin Luoran discussed with Lin's mother that they would go out for two days. Lin's mother, who had just gotten started with Wu Qin Xi, made gestures well, and told her to come back quickly, but she didn't chatter too much.
After Lin Luoran went out, Dad Lin realized that his daughter was missing. He was about to ask a few questions. Seeing Mom Lin staring at the TV and tucking loudly, Dad Lin looked over and saw the plain-looking anchor of Rongcheng Channel 2 reporting. There have been incidents of venomous snakes biting people in urban areas recently.
"I heard that more than 100 people were attacked. Those who were rescued by the hospital are still in a coma. Those who were not sent to the hospital in time are all... Hey, what a crime." Mama Lin saw the afterimage captured by someone with a camera. It's a little snake, quickly point it out to Papa Lin.
They seldom go out at home, but Luo Dong can't help but go to school. The incident of the red snake attacking people is too terrifying, and I don't know when the government will solve it.
Father Lin thought for a while: "It's scary to say, and our daughter is not here. Let's not go out these few days. For Luo Dong, we still pick him up and drop him off from school every day."
Lin Luoran has already told her parents about the protection of the Lin family's formation. They believe in their daughter's ability very much. There is a lot of panic outside, so it seems that it is much safer to stay at home.
As for Lin Luoran, she has already booked the fastest flight to Taiyuan.
She put some things aside for the time being, not because she had forgotten them, but if she chose to do something, Lin Luoran was naturally more cautious.
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"Golden Wutai, Silver Putuo, Bronze Emei, Tie Jiuhua" these twelve words are easy to remember, but they point out the four famous Buddhist mountains in China.
Lin Luoran got off the plane from Taiyuan, and as soon as she got out of the airport, she saw young people passing by in luxury cars from time to time, and some even whistled at her.
This is a province with a lot of coal mines. She only walked for a short period, and she deeply felt the more serious gap between the rich and the poor than the rumors—however, these were just small details for the purpose of her trip.
She didn't take a taxi, took out a peaked cap to wear, and chose to go to Wutai County with ordinary tourists as a tourist package. Pretending to be low-key is not enough. She doesn't have a sword, and she didn't come here on an eagle. She just hopes that this trip can cover up some traces so that people can't find her whereabouts.
The big bag was bumpy, and it was only in the afternoon that I arrived at Wutai County. Lin Luoran found a small hotel that did not require registration to take a shower, and then rushed to Taihuai Town, 70 or 80 kilometers away, without stopping.
This small town is unfamiliar to ordinary people, but it is the center of Mount Wutai. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, Buddhism has built Dafu Lingjiu Temple here, and it is a place of pilgrimage in the hearts of many Buddhist believers.
The original Dafu Lingjiu Temple has gone through dynasties and has been repaired several times, and now it has been renamed "Xiantong Temple". Lin Luoran is going to this current tourist attraction.
The altitude difference of Mount Wutai is huge, and the annual average temperature is only a few degrees. Lin Luoran admires the tourists who went to Xiantong Temple with her. There are many old people with gray hair, and it is not known whether they are tourists or devout believers.
Naturally, she doesn't believe in Buddhism, but as Mu Lao said, there are Buddhist cultivators here.
Lin Luoran originally thought that Buddhist cultivation is the same as true practitioners, who have to practice hard in the deep mountains and marshes, but Mu Lao said that Buddhist practitioners seek the power of faith and use supernatural powers, which are always different from those of true practitioners. Cultivated to become a Buddha in the world.
Mount Wutai is full of incense, and there is no reason for Buddhist practitioners not to choose to sit here.
She followed the tourists all the way forward, and gradually came to the temple. This place is not like the Taoist temples in the mountains of central Sichuan, which are hidden among the green mountains and green waters. The Xiantong Temple stretches openly like this, with blue sky, green loess, freezing weather, and a few old trees with few leaves are the sky. The only embellishment.
There were many pilgrims, and there was a little novice to receive them, but it was near night, and most of the tourists came and walked around. Only Lin Luoran walked slowly to the front of the famous copper temple, which was carved and hollowed out, flying emerald green everywhere, Kui protects Chipan, which is dazzling and magnificent. It is said that Wanli was cultivated by his own mother. If what Mu Lao said is true, then this kind of statement is probably a lie.
The bronze bell in front of me weighs ten thousand catties, and when it is struck, the sound will spread throughout the mountain.
Lin Luoran's sky was getting dark, and there was no one around the bronze bell. He put his hand on the bronze bell and knocked it a few times at a rather strange frequency.
creak—
This is the thick copper wall being moved aside, the sound is so soft that even ordinary people would not be able to hear it unless Lin Luoran's hearing is good.
There was a sound of talking in the ear, two young novice monks were talking about the evening class, and they were coming this way, Lin Luoran quickly swept into the copper hall, and sank into the removed copper wall.
"Master Puji, Loan Cultivator, please see me."
Lin Luoran was also a little uneasy whether people would see her or not. She had no choice but to open the door first and then ask to see her. Mu Lao said that the place where Master Puji was located was clearly behind the copper wall, but in fact it was separated from the County Tong Temple by magical powers. The world inside is where the real Buddhist monks are.
"Female benefactor, little monk Zhixiu." A little novice monk appeared from the twilight, dressed in cloth and shoes, with delicate features, not surprised by Lin Luoran's arrival, with a peaceful expression on his face.
Zhixiu is a special dharma name.
"Master Zhixiu, my daughter is begging to see Master Puji." Lin Luoran returned him a gift as usual, and Zhixiu also accepted it safely, with the corners of his mouth softening a bit:
"Master Puji's uncle is taking an evening class. Why don't the benefactor follow the little monk to visit here first?" Although everyone is not on the same path, but they can know the hidden place of Buddha's practice, and they can knock on the bronze bell with their own strength. Even Zhixiu dare not underestimate people.
Lin Luoran nodded in agreement, and the gate of the copper hall slowly closed, and she was already walking in another world in the copper hall.
On the blue brick road, I occasionally see a few bodhi trees. The architectural style here looks no different from that of Xiantong Temple. I have to pick the bones. This is a place of cleansing that Mu Lao said was opened up by magical powers. There are many courtyards. , compared to ordinary people, it occupies a large area, but to Yizong, it is a bit plain.
Zhixiu led her forward slowly, with a faint fragrance on his body.
There was a sound of chanting sutras in the darkness of night, presumably it was the evening class that Zhixiu was talking about—this little novice must have been chanting sutras before, but she disturbed him, right
In the night, the sound of the scriptures was a little bit straight to the heart, Lin Luoran stood outside the hall, and couldn't help being a little absorbed. A hosta flower outside the hall does not bloom according to the season, Lin Luoran suddenly realized that the incense on Zhixiu's body was probably contaminated with a mixture of hosta and sandalwood.
There is no majestic Daxiong Hall here, no splendid golden roof, if she didn't feel an unexplained fluctuation of power in Zhixiu who led her here, she would suspect that she just entered a small mountain temple by mistake.
Lin Luoran suddenly felt somewhat remorseful. Is it really right to disturb such a place of pure cultivation for his own selfishness
The sound of the scriptures faded away, novice monks dressed in the same clothes as Zhixiu, and monks with darker monk clothes came out in a file. They sincerely paid respects to the Buddha, but they didn't know that there were guests.
She is still a beautiful female guest. Not every novice has such concentration and cultivation as Zhixiu. Seeing Lin Luoran looking up at the flowers, and the scenery that complements the hosta flowers, occasionally there are two little novice monks with red faces and red ears. He chanted Amitabha Buddha and walked quickly.
"Amitabha, the female benefactor is still young and has already advanced to build a foundation. She really has a bright future."
An old monk, wearing a gray monk's robe, proclaimed the Buddha's name.
Lin Luoran tidied up her skirt, and bowed solemnly:
"Master Puji, the little girl is interrupting."