The Tixiang Mountains run from north to south, and the further south you go, the more beautiful the scenery in the autumn forest.
Dark green and golden yellow, intertwined with blood-red maple leaves, through the hoarfrost and mist, it is even more bright and colorful.
When the two walked to the top of the mountain, as far as they could see, the red maples stretched under the mountain. The wind was rustling and swaying, like a thunderous wave hitting the shore, and the sound of the tide bursts.
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "After this mountain, it is Xingshan Temple."
Yin Biyue raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and among the red maples everywhere, the shadows of the green tiles and flying scorpions on the mountainside could be vaguely seen.
Like a pearl, studded between the surging and burning fire.
After the Dao Demon War and the Heavenly Tribulation, many strong men fell, and many sects interrupted their inheritance in the war. Most of the current sects have gradually emerged and developed in the 'era of the end of the law' after the catastrophe.
Xingshan Temple is different. Although Xingshan Temple has no sub-sages, the inheritance has never been broken. When it comes to the orthodoxy of Buddhism, it is even better than the Jikong Temple with Master Yasheng Wuwang.
Yin Biyue had never dealt with Buddhist cultivators, and the impression at the flower-folding meeting was only to act in a low-key manner and keep quiet. When it comes to 'Buddhist temples', many people only think of the word compassion.
Luo Mingchuan thought about Xingshan Temple's excellent medical practice, and his younger brother's gray hair disease might have a turnaround, so he couldn't help but relax.
The monastery is built on the mountain, looking at the gray roof and the apricot yellow courtyard walls layer upon layer, stretching a stretch.
In such a large monastery, at least there are thousands of monks practicing.
However, the mountain gate is not very grand, and it even looks a little shabby compared to other sects.
I don't know how many years of wind, frost, rain and snow have gone through, but the three characters 'Xingshan Temple' are engraved on the top, only the outline is left, and the initial stroke of the pen can't be seen.
But even in such a desolate Shimen, it still retains the original appearance of the 'Era of All Saints'.
Three gates stand side by side, with a hall-style double-eave gate in the middle, and a small gate on each side, symbolizing the three Dharma gates of Nirvana liberation, "empty gate", "wuxiang gate" and "wuzuo gate", which were typical monastery buildings at that time. style.
Everyone who comes here can see the history and glory of a sect.
The young monk in yellow cassock stood outside the mountain gate, his eyes calm.
He saw two people coming side by side on the mountain road. Clearly wearing the same Cangya Taoist robe, the bearing is completely different. One gentleman is like warm jade, and the other has white hair and cold eyes like ice.
The young monk thought of the sutra he had recited, "To be born out of nothingness, it's like phantom images. The phantom mind is originally without consciousness, and all sins and blessings are empty."
Whether a gentleman is polite or not human, it is only an appearance, and how can it represent the essence of a person.
He announced a Buddha's name and went forward to greet him, "Two donors, please enter the temple with the little monk."
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were stunned for a moment, but they didn't expect that someone would be waiting to greet them. But then it occurred to me that there was an abbot of a high-ranking monk in the temple, and the movement of the mountain was well known to the palm of their hands. I was afraid that they had already guessed their purpose.
Luo Mingchuan bowed, "Excuse me."
The young monk turned sideways to avoid the ceremony, said 'Amitabha Buddha' and led them into the mountain gate.
Yin Biyue seemed to realize the moment she stepped through the mountain gate, she turned around, and saw the four characters 'Boundless Sea of Bitterness' engraved on the tall stone gate. Perhaps it was an illusion. He felt that these four characters were much clearer than the 'Xingshan Temple' engraved on the front.
The young monks lowered their eyebrows and led them around the Chongzhong Buddhist Hall. From time to time, the monks in gray stopped to salute him.
Yin Biyue and two people knew that this monk was not low-ranking, and he should be the direct disciple of some eminent monk in the temple.
The monastery is very large, some people sprinkle and sweep, some people recite sutras, but everywhere is peaceful and quiet, and no noise is heard.
Walking in the meantime, the whole body is bathed in the faint smoke of sandalwood fragrance.
But for some reason, Yin Biyue couldn't relax.
As if under such a peaceful appearance, there is an indifferent and cruel eye, watching their every move in the dark.
Finally, we entered the most magnificent golden-topped Buddhist hall in the temple.
The hall is tall and wide, with bright yellow prayer flags and treasure covers hanging down from the beams, overlapping and immersed in the curling green smoke. At a glance, it gives the illusion of boundlessness.
The golden Buddha statue is tall and unparalleled, and only when you look up can you see the head of the Buddha.
In comparison, the old monk in golden cassock standing in front of the Buddha looks much lower.
But no one would think he was insignificant because he was the abbot of Xingshan Temple.
One of the two remaining 'Jing' generation in the whole temple, Master Jinghai, is an eminent monk of the same age as Master Yasheng Wuwang of Jiekong Temple.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue could not have imagined that such a big man would be waiting here.
The two stepped forward to salute and found that there were still many monks standing in the Buddhist temple. Although the coercion was not revealed in the slightest, and the cultivation base could not be seen as deep or shallow, they all wore bright yellow cassocks.
The two performed Taoist rituals, and the monks returned with Buddha rituals.
In such a big scene, Jing Hai was the first to speak. He spoke calmly and calmly, as if reciting scriptures, "The two donors have come from a long way, and they have worked hard all the way. The poor monk knows the intention of Yin donor. , if it is not a problem, please move on and explain.”
He only said the last sentence to Yin Biyue alone, and the meaning of the words could not be clearer.
Yin Biyue glanced at Luo Mingchuan subconsciously, and before they opened their mouths, this person knew that they were here for treatment, and they really had a high realm.
Luo Mingchuan did not expect that Master Jinghai promised to help himself so easily. But the world knows the compassion of Buddhism, so he didn't think too much about it at this time. He only thought that his younger brother's gray hair was nothing to worry about, so he nodded to Yin Biyue.
Yin Biyue nodded when he saw him, and then followed Jinghai to the rear of the hall.
Behind the magnificent Buddhist temple is a secluded meditation room with a tall and straight pine tree planted outside the room.
There was incense burning in the room, and the light was dim and dim. Even in the daytime, Jinghai still lit the candles in front of the desk.
The two sat in front of the case, and Yin Biyue didn't care about his gray hair. At this time, the natural concern is not how to cure the disease, but the outline of each path that has been traveled before in the sea of knowledge.
He can already be sure that the entire Xingshan Temple is buried with an incomparably powerful formation. The 'Boundless Sea of Bitterness' in Fangcai Mountain Gate is just one of the array's eyes.
It is very likely that the 'Buddha Seal Golden Light Array' left behind in the 'Era of All Saints' can stop the sages.
It's just that I don't know how much of the power of this formation is left.
Jing Hai took out a half-old Torreya chessboard, "Master Yin, would you like to have a game with the poor monk?"
Playing chess naturally has nothing to do with medical treatment, but after seeing Mr. Zhang Yuan, Yin Biyue has become accustomed to the vague behavior of these big men, and replied, "The poor chess skills will make the master laugh."
The leader of the lecture did not pay attention to his modest words, and pushed the chessboard holding the black pieces over, asking him to hold the black first.
Yin Biyue did not refuse, but raised his hand and placed the first son on the 'Tianyuan' position in the middle of the chessboard.
This kind of play is rare, and it is either a master of chess with a unique style, or a straw bag who does not know how to plan.
Yin Biyue is neither. But since stepping into Xingshan Temple, he felt extremely depressed.
It seems that there is a sigh of depression in the chest, and it must be released by this chess piece.
From the point of view of etiquette, it means disrespecting the elders to play against the elders.
The old monk frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Also lost a son.
For a time, in the quiet meditation room, there was only the sound of falling sons.
The two walked more than twenty steps each, and the rhythm of the game was still peaceful. At this time, Jinghai said, "I heard that Shizhu Yin was born in Lanyuan Academy. There are hundreds of schools in the school. I wonder if you have studied Buddhism?"
Yin Biyue replied, "What I have learned is crude, I have never practiced it."
This is not humility. Even though there are a lot of Buddhist texts in the library, Yin Biyue had already learned a preliminary study of swordsmanship and was not very interested in Buddhism.
But he suddenly thought of Luo Mingchuan.
Brother Luo's Jialan pupil technique is the Buddhist practice.
The old monk lost another son and told a story from a Buddhist scripture.
The story is simple, Yin Biyue had heard it a long time ago.
It is nothing more than saying that there are five hundred people in the boat, and one of them is a thief who wants to kill the whole boat.
The monks in the Miscellaneous Agama Sutra have six kinds of supernatural powers, one of which is the "wisdom of life and death", which can predict the good and evil of sentient beings, cause and effect karma. Knowing what the thief will do, he will first kill the thief and save the people in the boat.
Jing Hai concluded, "It is better to break the precepts and bear the consequences of killing, but also to save all sentient beings. It is the great compassion of 'going to prison first'."
Yin Biyue did not speak. At this time, the chess game has changed, and his 'long dragon' has only three breaths left after being forced by the opponent.
However, Jinghai was no longer shy, but his voice was sharp, "Master Yin, I know that you are a person with compassion. But do you know that the disaster star will come to the world, and the troubled world will fall?!"
Yin Biyue suddenly raised his eyes, only to see the old monk's eyebrows upside down, and there seemed to be a shocking light in his eyes!
His heart sank, and his mind quickly recalled the scene of entering the hall just now. The monks in the yellow cassocks of the Ming Dynasty were separated into the hall.
… There are twelve people.
If it happens to be the four chiefs and eight deacons, it means that all the powerhouses in Xingshan Temple will come out!
Yin Biyue was about to draw his sword almost instantly! But he tried his best to hold back.
He knew that since Jinghai brought him here, he would not let him out easily. In front of a strong person in the Mahayana realm, he could not forcefully walk out of this meditation room.
So he fell silent, without holding the sword, without moving.
He said sincerely, "Master, please clarify your doubts."
Jing Hai eloquently said, "The poor monk has been practicing 'Fa Eyesight' for thousands of years. At this time, Lord Luo Shi standing outside the temple is the disaster star. If the devil who died under the sword of Linyuan wants to be reincarnated and reborn , will be awakened in his flesh."
Yin Biyue subconsciously retorted, "Impossible!"
Jinghai has never been collided by his juniors, but he was not angry at this time, and still explained,
"Not only the poor monk saw it, but Mr. Zhangyuan and Master Wuwang were also consistent with what the poor monk saw."
Yin Bi was stunned.
The words of Jinghai, like a thunder light, hit the top of the head!