When Xue Poye heard the word "Da Yuan", he was very familiar with it. He was quite surprised to hear that he claimed to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple.
Turning his eyes, he suddenly realized that Tan Ziqing had made up that day that he had worshiped Master Da Yuan at Lingyin Temple. Although it was a nonsense, Tan Ziqing still seemed to know Abbot Da Yuan.
Da Yuan saw Xue Poye's shocked look, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Since we worship the Buddha, we should offer incense!"
Xue Poye calmed down, chuckled, went over to pay respects to the incense, bowed respectfully for a few times, and then said: "I heard that the master will give a lecture tonight, and no one is allowed to go up the mountain?"
Da Yuan was taken aback, and wondered: "Lectures? I always give lectures in the morning, but I don't lecture at night!"
Xue Poye wondered: "Oh, then why did the two masters at the foot of the mountain say that the master will give a lecture tonight, and no one is allowed to go up the mountain, so as not to disturb you?"
Da Yuan shook his head, and said lightly: "The holy land of Buddhism, compassionate and benevolent people can worship Buddha all the time, how can we stop it. Amitabha, did the donor hear wrong!"
Xue Poye was secretly amazed, but he couldn't argue anymore. He rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "Maybe I misheard. The atmosphere of Buddha is pervasive here. It's really a good place to worship Buddha!"
Da Yuan smiled lightly, but said nothing.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside, and a voice panted, "Abbot, abbot, they are here!"
A person ran in from the door, Xue Poye could see clearly that it was the middle-aged monk who delivered the food to the firewood room just now.
The middle-aged monk entered the hall, and when he saw Xue Poye, he immediately showed doubts, looked up and down Xue Poye's eyes, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his expression was strange.
Da Yuan said indifferently: "Pure heart, pure mind, don't contemplate like this, refrain from impetuosity and pure heart, understand, why are you so panicked?" Although his voice was extremely calm, Xue Poye could feel a trace of sullenness in his voice.
Monk Ming Ming clasped his hands together and said, "Abbot, they're here!"
Da Yuan didn't answer, but smiled and said to Xue Poye: "This benefactor, it's getting late, why not rest in this temple!" Without waiting for Xue Poye to agree, he ordered: "Take the benefactor to the guest room, so I can serve you!" The word "serve" is extremely heavy.
Xue Poye didn't refuse either, rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Then I'll bother you!"
Monk Ming Ming glanced at Xue Poye with a strange look on his face, and clasped his hands together and said, "Please benefactor!"
Xue Poye took a step forward and strode out of the Daxiong Palace.
The night was windy and cold, the moonlight was thick, and there was silence in Lingyin Temple.
Monk Ming Ming followed beside him like a ghost, leading Xue Poye forward.
Turning around a stone road, he came to a small courtyard, and the monk Ming stopped.
Xue Poye wasn't afraid, he saw the monk's steps clearly, although he was skilled, he didn't seem to be very powerful.
"Huh!" Xue Poye pretended to be surprised and said, "Master, why don't you leave? Didn't the abbot ask you to take me to the guest room? I just happened to be hungry too, and the master will get me some chicken, duck and fish later." Eat, eat and sleep when you are full!"
Monk Ming Ming turned around slowly, with a gloomy expression on his face, and said coldly, "Who are you?" His eyes scanned Xue Poye like blades.
Xue Poye laughed, and said, "Who am I? I'm just a pilgrim. Master's question is strange!"
Naming's face turned blue, staring at Xue Poye's face.
Xue Poye saw that his expression was uncertain, his eyes were extremely dark, with a faint murderous intent.
"Huh!" Xue Poye looked behind Ming Ming with a look of surprise on his face: "Abbot, why are you here?"
Monk Ming was startled, and turned around in astonishment, Xue Poye suddenly punched out with lightning speed, directly hitting the main artery of Monk Ming's neck, his strike was quick and fast, without mercy.
It is better to act first, Xue Poye really understands this truth.
Knowing that the monk has launched a murderous plan, Xue Poye will naturally not wait for him to do it.
Knowing that the monk felt a sudden strong wind in his ears, knowing that he had hit Xue Poye's tricks, he really couldn't see that Xue Poye, who was gentle on the surface, had kung fu, and his strikes were extremely fierce.
Wanting to dodge, it was too late, with a "poof", Xue Poye's fist hit Monk Ming Ming's neck fiercely. He used all his strength to dodge. .
Before Monk Ming Ming could yell out, Xue Poye's other hand had already formed a palm shape, cutting Monk Ming Ming's throat with his hand like a knife. This was actually a move in Pi Kong Fist, but it was just adapting to the situation and transforming a fist into a palm.
Monk Ming Ming groaned, rolled his eyes, and became limp.
Seeing him collapsed on the ground, Xue Poye relaxed his tight heart, and secretly thanked him: "Brother Zhang, brother, thank you for teaching me kung fu this time!"
Not far away was a bush, Xue Poye dragged the fainted Monk Ming Ming into the bush, and looked at him, he might not be able to wake up for two or three hours.
After thinking for a while, he took off Monk Mingming's gown and put it on himself. This monk Mingming was fat and fat, and Xue Poye was tall, so it happened to fit him well.
If you walk around Lingyin Temple in your own clothes, you will definitely be noticed. It is much more convenient to wear a monk's long gown, but the long hair on your head is fluttering and it is difficult to hide it. There is no way but to pull it The next piece of cloth scarf, a turban is usually tied on the head, covering the long black hair.
Although it looked a bit nondescript, it was much more secretive than his previous attire.
He stuffed Monk Ming into the grass until it was hard to find, then he came out calmly.
But he was a little confused, although the possibility of Little Fairy being in Lingyin Temple was very high, but Lingyin Temple occupied a huge area, magnificent and magnificent, with hundreds of large and small houses, but how could he know where he was.
Walking eastward along the high wall, I suddenly heard a shout from the side: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't make the guests wait!"
There was a sound of footsteps, and several monks filed out from the side, all holding tea fruits in their hands, walking forward quickly.
Xue Poye hurriedly pressed against the wall, the night was dim, but it was hard to find.
Finally, a gray-clothed monk followed, urging repeatedly.
Xue Poye wanted to follow behind to see what happened, but the rocky ground ahead was empty, if he followed, he would definitely be discovered.
However, the situation in Lingyin Temple tonight is too weird, and there are some strange guests.
Seeing those monks hiding in the night, Xue Poye rubbed his nose, squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, then wanted to follow behind, when suddenly a little novice came out from the side.
The little novice spoke eloquently: "That's what I heard. At one time, the Buddha was between the two sala trees beside the Ayi Luo Bati River, the birthplace of Lishi in Kushicheng. At that time, the World Honored One and eight billion monks surrounded him. February 15th When the sun is approaching Nirvana, use the power of the Buddha to make a loud voice...!"
Xue Poye was in a daze, when the little novice caught a glimpse of him, he even bowed respectfully: "Yuan Hui has seen Master Uncle, Amitabha, Master Uncle hasn't rested yet?"
Xue Poye was stunned for a moment, but immediately understood that he was wearing the monk's robe of a Ming Ming monk, and the little novice Yuanhui recognized him by looking at the clothes, and also said that he was a monk of the Ming generation, so he called him Master Uncle.
The clenched fists were loosened, and he clasped together: "Uncle, I worship the Buddha on the moon, and I haven't rested yet!"
The little novice patted his bald head, looked up at the moon half covered by dark clouds, and said with admiration: "Uncle Master's Dharma is profound, while Yuan Huihui's roots are short, so I hope Uncle Master will give you some pointers." He also wondered: "Uncle Master, you Why are you wearing a turban in the middle of the night?"
Xue Poye said awkwardly: "Hmm... Master uncle is sick and not feeling well, he wears a scarf to go to the cold!"
The little novice nodded and suddenly realized.
Xue Poye rolled his eyes and asked, "Uncle Master has something to ask you, you have to answer honestly, if you say a wrong word, the Buddha will blame you!"
The little novice said sincerely: "Uncle, please, Yuan Hui knows what to say, the Buddha does not lie, Yuan Hui dare not speak nonsense!"
Seeing that the little novice was very honest, Xue Poye secretly rejoiced that at least he found a tongue, fearing that it would be easy to be discovered here, so he took it to a hiding place, so he asked, "Are there any... Several nephews are carrying tea and fruits, where are they going?"
The little novice opened his mouth, but did not speak.
Xue Poye shouted in a low voice: "Yuan Hui, aren't you telling the truth in front of my uncle?"
The little novice showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and said: "Uncle, I didn't know what the Buddha said should not be heard, but I heard them talking, so I knew where they were going. This is what I heard, and it is a sin." Yuan Hui dare not say it!"
Damn, Xue Poye's stomach was on fire, but he had something to ask for, so he had to be patient and said: "Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, if you have heard it, you have not heard it, and if you have not heard it, you have heard it. You said it, but you didn’t say it, you... let’s say it!"
The little novice was stunned by the words, and after a moment of silence, he said: "They went to Jingxin Temple!"
"Jingxin Temple?" Xue Poye wondered, "What kind of place is that?"
The little novice scratched his head, puzzled and said, "Uncle Master, have you forgotten the Jingxin Temple?"
"Uh... Uncle Master is sick, and his mind is a little confused, so he can't remember many things at the moment, Amitabha!" Xue Poye could only give one very minor reason.
Fortunately, the little novice has no scheming, honestly, nodded and said: "If the uncle is sick, go to rest early, take good care of your illness, the Buddha will bless you, Amitabha, realize the impermanence of the world, the country is fragile, the four major sufferings and emptiness, the five Yin has no self, birth and death change, hypocrisy has no owner, the mind is the source of evil, and the form is a nest of sins. If you observe like this, you will gradually leave birth and death...!"
Xue Poye frowned and said, "What sutra are you reciting?"
"The Buddha taught the Sutra of the Eight Masters' Enlightenment!" The little novice said honestly, "I want to chant the sutra to drive away the evil spirits of my uncle!"
Xue Poye smiled slightly, the little monk had a good conscience, but he had something to do, so he asked, "Then where is the Jingxin Temple?"
"That's where the abbot usually practices Zen, it's in the west courtyard!" the little novice replied.