Lingyin Temple in Yuhang area has always been very famous, and because there is such a living Buddha as Jigong, many pilgrims come here.
But today, for some unknown reason, when Wang Yan arrived, although there were some pilgrims who came to Jingxiang, they were not as busy as before.
In front of the temple stood a little monk, receiving pilgrims.
"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, little master, dare to ask if the Living Buddha is in the temple?"
Wang Yan stepped forward, bowed his head, and asked him.
"Amitabha, Uncle Daoji left Lingyin Temple half a month ago. If the donor wants to find him, he should go to Jingci Temple."
The little monk looked around and looked cautiously, as if he was afraid of being seen by someone, so he told Wang Yan.
"Jingci Temple?"
Wang Yan was stunned when he heard the words, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized.
Daoji's original name was Li Xiuyuan, and he became a monk in Lingyin Temple. Because he didn't avoid meat and fish, he ate wine and meat, and was crazy, which affected the appearance of the temple and monks. Therefore, the superintendent of the temple was bright, and he was always at odds with him, and even made things difficult for him.
Fortunately, the abbot in the temple was merciful and willing to take him in. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. After the abbot passed away, Guangliang swept him out of the house.
After leaving Lingyin Temple, Daoji settled in Jingci Temple again.
About these stories, Wang Yan still remembers, after all, they are childhood memories, especially the role of Ji Gong played by Teacher You, which is a classic.
The Jigong he has seen so far, although the appearance is different, but the other party's behavior and personality are highly similar.
Jingci Temple is on the south bank of West Lake, opposite the famous Leifeng Pagoda, while Lingyin Temple is west of West Lake, facing Feilai Peak and backed by North Peak.
There was a certain distance between the two places. Wang Yan thanked the little monk, then turned around and left, heading straight for Jingci Temple.
Wang Yan's footsteps were already fast. After passing through the bustling streets, it didn't take long to reach the south bank. The lakes on both sides were gurgling, forming a tributary channel.
Not far ahead, stands a stone arch bridge.
Many people were blocking the bridge, the voices of people were noisy, and there was a lot of complaints.
Wang Yan looked from a distance, and saw a monk swaggering on the bridge with a broken fan in his hand.
Beside Daoji, there is another rich boy with a rich body and a shiny face. He is accompanied by seven or eight attendants, all of whom look fierce.
On the right side of the bridge, there is a wooden sign with ten characters written on it.
"This bridge is repaired by me, leave the bridge money!"
On both sides of the arch bridge, there is a dilapidated iron box on each side.
Wang Yan strode forward and mixed into the crowd.
"Come here! I have a good relationship with monks. Anyone who goes to Jingci Temple to burn incense can cross the bridge. I will give you all the money for crossing the bridge!"
Daoji faced the crowd with a kind demeanor and spoke in a loud voice.
"Monk, don't be afraid to flash your tongue when you talk big, do you have money?"
As soon as the monk said this, a man who looked like a housekeeper stepped forward beside the rich son, with a look of disdain on his face, and teased.
This man has a fat head and big ears, a slightly short stature, and has a moustache.
"Who said I don't have money? Monk, I have money, and my whole body is full of money."
The monk waved his hand and moved his body, only to hear a jingling sound. He lifted the monk's robe and exposed the copper coins hanging one after the other. He only saw the man's eyes full of light, and his face suddenly softened. .
"There's nothing to say now, everyone can cross the bridge with confidence!"
Many people looked at each other in dismay, and then scrambled to each other, carrying the burdens and carrying the vegetable baskets, bowing to thank each other, and crossing the bridge at the same time.
Whenever a person passes by, Daoji will throw the copper coins on his body into the iron box one by one, making a rubbing sound and crackling.
The housekeeper stood aside and carefully checked the numbers, not wanting to let go of one.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Yan's heart was already clear. He forcibly held back his smile and glanced at the housekeeper. He was really a jerk.
He stepped forward, came to Daoji, and made a bow.
"Does Daoji Living Buddha still remember Xiaodao?"
The monk glanced at him, smiled slightly, and stopped.
"It's you! Amitabha, the Taoist priest also went to Jingci Temple to offer incense? As for your bridge money, I will also give out the monk..."
Say it! Another series of copper coins were thrown into the tin box.
Wang Yan smiled back, bowed again, and thanked him.
"Thank you, Master Daoji!"
After paying the money, Wang Yan successfully crossed the bridge.
"Okay! Then you go to Jingci Temple to offer incense first! When the monk I have paid the bridge money for everyone, I will return to the temple and entertain you."
Wang Yan nodded, knowing that it was really inconvenient to ask for advice now.
"Can you help Xiaodao?"
Looking at everything around him, he suddenly said this.
Monk Daoji waved the broken fan in his hand, signaling him to leave.
Compared with the previous ones, the Daoji of Anshen Jingci Temple has greatly improved its image. At least the monk's clothes are worn out and have been patched a few times, but they are clean and tidy, and their bodies are not so sloppy.
Now in Jingci Temple, he is the secretary and monk.
Wang Yan looked at the housekeeper meaningfully, and then looked at the rich son again in a blink of an eye. Seeing them laughing wildly with joy on their faces, he didn't know what his fate would be next, so he couldn't help but sigh.
According to the original plot, the following should be drunk with plum blossom legs.
It's not the rich boy who hates it, but the housekeeper. To be able to come up with such an immoral idea to make money, even kill people, and take a dog-legged punishment and a big commandment, for him, it's actually a bargain for him.
Wang Yan went straight to Jingci Temple, explained the purpose of his visit, and was placed in the guest room. After waiting for more than an hour, the monk Daoji walked out of the door unhurriedly. Shaky.
Inside, monk Daoji found a chair and lay down halfway.
"Don't come here, Taoist priest! Is there anything you need to find me as a monk?"
He took a sip of the wine gourd, raised his head and asked slowly.
"The living Buddha is really wise, and Xiaodao does have something he wants to ask the living Buddha for advice. Xiaodao's body is different, I wonder if the living Buddha can see it?"
Wang Yan didn't beat around the bush, just polite and outspoken.
"Hahaha! How can the poor monk not know the meaning of the Taoist priest? How can you and I have different ways of cultivating, and there is nothing I can do about the monk!"
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Daoji monk laughed twice and spread his hands.
Speaking of Daoism, in fact, he cultivated both Buddhism and Dao. He first cultivated Buddhism, and then he was enlightened by Chen Niwan, one of the five patriarchs of Daoism, before he entered the Dao again.
Therefore, he always has five points of respect for people in the Taoist sect.
"Living Buddha has vast supernatural powers, could it be that he can't help him?"
Hearing this, Wang Yan's face was startled, and his heart was a little flustered.
"Hey! Ashamed, ashamed! In order to save the villagers, the Taoist master has lost all his cultivation, and the original golden elixir is also damaged, which is admirable! It's a pity that my monk's legs and eyes can only heal the pain and restore vitality. , I really can't do anything about the damaged golden core."
At this moment, although Dao Ji looked drunk, he was actually very awake, and what he said was orderly and without any madness.
Wang Yan's face became solemn, and his heart was full of helplessness.
"The Daoist doesn't have to worry too much. You have a heart that hangs the pot to help the world, and the sky has eyes. How can you let the Daoist lose his immortal relationship? Although a poor monk can't cure a child, I can recommend a monk to you. "
As soon as these words came out, Wang Yan's dejected eyes suddenly lit up.
"Oh? I also hope that the living Buddha will give advice!"
Daoji sat up straight, took another sip of wine, and was not in a hurry.
"Listen! You leave Yuhang City and go straight for thirty miles to the east. There is a Baiyun Mountain there, and there is a Baiyun Cave on the top of the cave. There is a Mr. Baiyun in the cave. Find him, maybe he can find a way to help you recover."