Wang Yan didn't know the person of the national teacher, but Wang Yan knew the person of the black-robed monk. He was always ruthless and would do anything to achieve his goals. Since these two people got together, they were embarrassed.
Since they said they wanted to demolish the Jinshan Temple, I'm afraid it's not a joke.
Now that Fa Hai is not in the temple, the whole person can be said to have completely disappeared, and even he can't be found. Naturally, it is difficult to protect the safety of the temple.
Many monks in the temple, although they have no contact, are innocent lives after all, no matter why the national teacher is so cruel, he can't let it go.
Therefore, after thinking about it in my heart, I decided to go directly to Jinshan Temple.
Taking advantage of the night, Wang Yan walked on the cloud, but in just a moment, the Jinshan Temple was already in sight, pressing the cloud head, Wang Yan landed in front of the mountain gate.
Although the gate of the temple was closed, it seemed like nothing to Wang Yan.
However, just breaking in so rashly, after all, it was not in harmony with Li, and those who didn't know thought it was a thief, so Wang Yan stepped forward and knocked on the door.
After a while, a young monk rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the door, leaned out half of his body, met Wang Yan, and saluted first.
"Amitabha, what's the matter with the benefactor?"
Wang Yan bowed his head and returned a salute.
"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, Pindao is a friend of Zen Master Fahai. I have something to ask you to see, the abbot, and I hope that Master can let me know."
After listening, the middle-aged monk nodded, thoughtfully.
"It turns out that, since you are a friend of Zen Master, please come in!"
Wang Yan thanked him and walked in.
The candles in the temple were brightly lit, perhaps because it was quiet in the middle of the night, the whole temple seemed quite empty and quiet, and there were no monks patrolling, but within the Mahavira Hall, the sound of wooden fish chanting sutras could be heard faintly.
"Donor please, the abbot is chanting the scriptures in the main hall."
Wang Yan nodded and went straight to the outside of the hall. The door was open, and an old monk was sitting on the futon inside, doing his homework.
"Amitabha, Abbot, there is a Taoist priest asking to see you!"
The young monk entered the hall first and reported to the old monk.
The words fell, and then the old monk stopped knocking on the wooden fish, and the chanting stopped abruptly. He turned around, saw Wang Yan, and immediately greeted him.
"Oh? This Taoist priest came to visit late at night, what advice do I have?"
The old abbot didn't beat around the bush, he just asked bluntly when he opened his mouth.
"The old resident holds the ceremony, Pindao Dian Qingzi, is a good friend of Zen Master Fahai of your temple. There is a major event today, which concerns the lives of the monks in your temple, so I didn't dare to neglect, and came here to tell you."
Hearing this, the old abbot was startled, waved his hand, and let the young monk next to him go down, and then asked him with a look of awe.
"What's so serious? I hope the Taoist priest will tell you!"
Wang Yan did not hesitate, and explained the situation one by one.
"To be honest with the abbot, Pindao just came from the post house, and accidentally overheared the conversation of the proper state teacher, and wants to clean up the Jinshan Temple tomorrow."
Hearing this sentence, the old abbot paused, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha... The Daoist's remarks are somewhat lacking in confirmation. Yesterday, the national teacher came to this temple to pray for blessings and visit. Besides, I don't have any grudges against him in Jinshan Temple. How can the national teacher have the intention of killing him?"
The old abbot had a look of disbelief on his face, thinking he was joking.
"According to the old man, although the national teacher is rebellious and is not tolerated by the people of the world, but I am a monk who has a pure six senses and never participates in the struggle for power in the court, neither touching his interests nor hindering his progress. , as the national teacher of the dynasty, why would you want to destroy my Jinshan Temple?"
This is not unreasonable, and it does have some insights, but after listening to Wang Yan, he just sneered slightly and shook his head helplessly.
Who is the national teacher? Under one person, over ten thousand people, the power is monstrous.
Does he need a reason for what he wants to do
"Whether this matter is true or false, the impoverished words have been brought to you. Whether you should make preparations early depends on the abbot's will, otherwise it will be too late to regret it!"
It is really difficult to convince the other party based on his own words, but he was thinking about his friendship with Fahai and couldn't bear the burden of innocent monks, so he came to report the letter overnight. If he was really stubborn, then there was nothing he could do.
Do your best, obey the mandate of heaven, do your best with benevolence and righteousness, and seek peace of mind.
"Although you have no enmity with the national master, the Zen master Fahai of your temple has a deadly hatred with the minions of the national master. Maybe they are here for this reason. The poor Daoist came to tell me with kindness, and I hope the abbot will consider it!"
Seeing the serious expression on his face and the seriousness of what he said, it was not like a joke. Although the old abbot had doubts, he couldn't help but take it seriously.
"That's it! The Taoist priest claims to be Fahai's friend, but how can he prove it? Fahai has been down the mountain for many days, and he hasn't come back. Where did the Taoist priest meet him? Where is he now? "
The old abbot looked straight at Wang Yan and asked him a series of questions.
Wang Yan knew in his heart that he had doubts about him, and he didn't hide it at the moment. How could they have a grudge against the black-robed monk? How to fight the enemy together? How Fa Hai was seriously injured and what he was rehabilitating was explained.
After listening, the old abbot was silent on the spot, his face full of incredulity.
He looked up and down Wang Yan carefully, and saw that although this man was young, he was full of righteousness, and he looked like an immortal. He heard him say that he was a disciple of Laoshan, and even took out the Taoist basket. After the old abbot checked it out, the doubts in his heart were instantly relieved by most of it.
Laoshan is a blessed land and heaven. The Taoist priests who joined the world from Laoshan are all living gods who save suffering. Especially in recent years, they have become famous and spread all over the world, winning the support of the people.
Although the old abbot lived in the temple for a long time, he would occasionally go down the mountain to seek alms and travel around the world. Naturally, he had heard about the deeds of Laoshan.
The identity of Wang Yan Laoshan's disciple is clearly written on the Dao Lu, and obviously there is no falsehood. I am afraid that his words were not fabricated out of thin air.
"What the Taoist said is the truth?"
The old abbot thought for a while, and confirmed to him with a serious expression.
"The monks don't lie, and what the poor man says is true!"
The old abbot frowned slightly, thinking about it in his heart, and seemed to be thinking.
"It's not good! The big thing is bad! Abbot, abbot, a group of Taoists came from outside the mountain gate and surrounded our Jinshan Temple."
Just at this moment, an exclamation came from outside the door, and a young monk rushed in in a hurry, his expression full of panic.
"What? What's going on?"
The old abbot stood up from the futon in shock and looked out of the hall.
"I don't know, but it looks like I'm afraid that the visitor is not good, so please go and see the abbot!"
The young monk looked panicked and panted slightly.
"Look! Sure enough, I was told by Pindao. As expected, this must be the disciple of the national teacher, but I didn't expect them to come so quickly!"
Wang Yan responded, the old abbot couldn't believe it anymore.
"Don't panic, and go out with Lao Na to take a look."
The old abbot stabilized his mind, sorted out his clothes, and stepped out.
The young monk was about to follow, but Wang Yan stepped forward and grabbed him, briefly explained the situation to him. A lifeline.