After handing back the seal, Ji Yuan had no more thoughts of staying. After a few words of warning, he stood up and said goodbye to everyone.
Rejecting everyone's attempts to stay, Ji Yuan stepped directly into the night, but his figure was already gone in a few steps.
For such an expert, Du Heng, Wang Ke and others couldn't do anything even if they wanted to send him off. After chasing him for two steps, they could no longer see Ji Yuan's back, so they had no choice but to give up and return to the bonfire.
Wang Ke was extremely excited, as if he had gotten his first wooden sword as a child. He couldn't put it down and played with the seal in his hand. At the same time, he also felt that the seal had really become heavier, and it was not entirely an illusion.
. . .
Yizhou is located between Jizhou and Bingzhou, and Xining Prefecture is in the center of Yizhou. In fact, Lu Shanjun had already passed by it once before when he came from Jizhou, but he would have passed directly by Yufeng, and it would not have happened. Know exactly where Zhao Long is.
In fact, Lu Shanjun wanted to go to Zhao Long first at first, but following this direction, he accidentally left Yizhou and found Wang Ke and Du Heng instead. Since they happened to be together, , fortunately I went to find them first.
Now that it is known that Zhao Long became a monk in Luming Temple, things are much easier to handle. Lu Shanjun once again traveled to Yizhou against the wind and went straight to Xining Mansion.
When he arrived at Xining Mansion, Lu Shanjun relied on his vague senses to land outside Daokuan County and directly entered the crowded county town.
Daokuan County is quite lively. As soon as I entered the city, I saw street stalls everywhere, and there were also people selling small items of goods while walking with burdens.
Lu Shanjun looked around and saw an old man with straps on his trouser legs and some mud on them. He was selling some dried mountain herbs in a basket, so he walked over.
"Hey, scholar, do you want to buy herbal medicine? Old man, the herbal medicines here are all picked from the mountains. They are much cheaper than those in drug stores. If you have a prescription, I can show it to you according to the prescription. If you don’t have enough medicine, you can go to the drug store to get some medicine, and you can save a lot of money!”
The old man was obviously very familiar with the medicinal herb business. Lu Shanjun said all these words before he even opened his mouth.
Lu Shanjun smiled, took out a five-tong treasure from his arms, and entered the secular world. Naturally, he had already exchanged some Dazhen's silver coins. After taking out the copper coins, he handed them to the old man and asked.
"Old man, I'm asking you for a place. Do you know where Xiaoliangshan Luming Temple is located?"
The old man took the gift and weighed it. He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he picked through the basket and finally took out a small package wrapped in unknown dry leaves.
"Here, dried wolfberry. They call it wolfberry in the drug store. It's a good thing. It contains enough for you to make tea seven or eight times. It's very nourishing. Eat it regularly to strengthen your bones and muscles and withstand cold and heat. Hey, it can also strengthen your yang. Young people can also use it. Come on, it’s only five cents, no matter how young or old you are, if you go to the drug store and buy a pack like this, you won’t be able to get two of them as Wutongbao.”
Lu Shanjun watched the old man put the medicinal materials in his hand, looked at him and then at the medicinal materials, waiting for the other person's next words.
The old man made a deal, stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"I know that there are two mountains with similar names in Xining Prefecture. One is Xiaoliang Mountain in Yongtong County, and the other is Xiaoliang Mountain in the south of this county. The former is rich in epimedium, eucommia, dogwood, fleece-flower root, and polygonatum. The latter The mountains are much deeper. In addition to conventional medicinal materials, you can also dig up old mountain ginseng and even mountain king ginseng. If you ask others, the Luming Zen Temple you are asking about as a scholar should be the temple in Xiaoliang Mountain in the south of the county, but it has long been today. Times are different.”
The old man gave it a try and saw that Lu Shanjun's face was calm and almost expressionless, so he continued.
"The name of Luming Temple has long been changed. It is now called Daming Temple. Not many people knew about it before, and very few people went there. Even fewer people know about it now. It's strange to say that this temple is like I don’t care too much about building a temple so deep like incense.”
Lu Shanjun thought for a while and then thanked the old man for a moment.
"Thank you, old man, for informing me."
"You're welcome, hello scholar. If you think this dried wolfberry is effective, come back next time!"
Lu Shanjun just said "sure" twice and left quickly. After leaving the county, the wind blew under his feet and he headed towards the south of the county with a vague feeling.
At the same time, Lu Shanjun was also thinking in his mind. Since Zhao Long became a monk, he should be similar to Luo Ningshuang's husband and godson. It is not a sin. It can be seen that he always has to meet him.
The distance was not too far, and Lu Shanjun was walking against the wind. It didn't take long to reach Xiaoliang Mountain. Finally, after some searching, he saw the outline of the temple hidden in Xiaoliang Mountain from the air.
This temple looks a bit extraordinary. Deep in the mountains, it seems to be integrated with the mountains. It is easy to skip it.
After falling from the sky, he gathered his breath and headed to the current Daming Temple. Although it was deep in the mountains, there were steps starting far outside the temple. A rough calculation was that there were a thousand steps.
"When...when...when..."
The faint ringing of bells came. Lu Shanjun frowned and raised his head, looking in the direction of the temple. Every time the bell rang, a vague halo of light flashed past, and at the same time, the bell seemed to become louder.
"It seems that this Buddhist temple is not an ordinary temple of incense, but a place where King Ming's method is truly practiced!"
Lu Shanjun knows quite a lot about worldly things. After all, there have been many scoundrels in the past, ranging from traffickers and lackeys to scholars and mountaineers. He has learned a lot, but he doesn’t know much about things in the spiritual world. Mainly I still learned about it from my mentor, Ji Yuan.
And I also know some things about Buddhist temples, and I understand that there are two types of Buddhist temples, some of which are just superficial. Although there are statues of King Ming, they are ignorant of King Ming's method. Perhaps there are some temples that purely deceive believers and are designed to make money; and A very small part is a place of real practice, and there may even be a King Ming incarnated in the temple.
Since it might be a real place of cultivation, Lu Shanjun was also quite serious. When he went up the stairs, he also adjusted his mood, arranged his clothes, and walked to the temple gate with a more respectful attitude. There was a person who looked like A monk over fifty years old leaned against the door and dozed off, holding a big broom.
"when… "
The bell rang again, and the monk woke up and saw a man in blue shirt standing outside the door.
"Uh, well done Daming King Buddha. Is this benefactor coming to offer incense in my Daming Temple?"
The monk looked at Lu Shanjun and saw that there was no one else behind him. It seemed that the young man came alone and was not a woodcutter. It was a little strange to walk alone in this deep mountain wearing such clothes.
Lu Shanjun bowed respectfully.
"This master, Mr. Xialu Shanjun, came to your temple to visit an old friend. He lives in the Chu family here, and his common name is Zhao Long."
"Zhao Long?"
The monk scratched his head.
"Do you know what his dharma name is?"
Lu Shanjun shook his head. Du Heng didn't mention it before, and he didn't pay attention to it and didn't ask about it.
"Oh, then you come in first, have a sip of tea and rest, and I'll ask you questions."
"Okay, thank you very much."
Lu Shanjun replied with a smile and raised his feet to step into the temple.
"Luwu..."
A melodious roar of deer sounded from the temple.
Brush~
A ray of white light flashed and swept directly towards Lu Shanjun. As the light and shadow bounced, Lu Shanjun seemed to have hit a big wave head-on and was swept directly out of the temple door.
The monk at the door was startled. Seeing Lu Shanjun being suddenly ejected, his body was already in the air, and there were countless steps below. If he fell down like this, he would definitely be seriously injured.
"Hey, donor, be careful..."
Before the cry left the sound, the monk was astonished to see the scholar transforming upside down in the air, as if standing on the ice. After retreating seven or eight feet, he turned around and landed lightly on the steps.
"Nie Zhan... why did you come to my Daming Temple?"
A loud sound came from the temple, and at the same time there were footsteps inside. It seemed that many people were running towards the door of the temple.
Not long after, two rows of monks were holding sticks or Zen staffs, one on the left and one on the right, at the entrance of the temple. Three old monks walked out. All the monks looked seriously at Lu Shanjun who was dozens of steps down.
"Huh? No evil spirit?"
An old monk in the middle was slightly shocked, and then he immediately realized something.
"No, it's not that you don't have evil spirits, but that your moral conduct is much higher than mine! Who are you? Are you a demon, a devil, or some other spirit? Why do you come to my Daming Temple?"
Lu Shanjun looked at the formation of so many monks, swept his left and right cuffs, dusted his trouser legs, and then said.
"Masters, don't be nervous. I'm just looking for a person. His lay name is Zhao Long. He became a monk in your place. He made an agreement with me. It has been many years. Now I am here to fulfill the agreement."
The old monk's eyes flashed and he stared at Mr. Lu Shan.
"When Master Huitong said that Jueming was still plagued by calamity, it turned out that it was because of you?"
"Jueming? Doom?"
Lu Shanjun squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk.
"Hahaha, so Zhao Long must have done something outrageous before he became a monk?"
With just one sentence, Lu Shanjun guessed something, otherwise Gao Shen would not have guessed that Zhao Long was destined for disaster, but good luck. Of course, it could also be that Zhao Long had a hard life and there were other sufferings that had not yet come, but Lu Shanjun I don’t believe it’s such a coincidence, at least not now.
"Where is Zhao Long? He can be in the temple, let him come out and talk to me face to face! Otherwise, even if there is a Buddhist temple that practices Dharma, even if it has the incarnation of King Ming, it may not be able to stop me..."
Just as Lu Shanjun finished speaking, the bells in the temple rang again.
"when… "
At this moment when the Dharma light filled the air, Lord Lu Shan opened his mouth and roared.
"Ouch——"
The shocking roar of the tiger was accompanied by strong winds and billowing evil spirits, destroying the bells of Buddhist temples and sweeping across the temple mountains.