Chapter 315 Buddha
"The abbot is benevolent."
A middle-aged man in an official uniform, who was called Zhang Cishi by others, sighed, "If the world's practice sects can be as generous as the Jialan Sect, helping the weak and helping the poor, how can there be turmoil in the world?"
The rest of the pilgrims had sad expressions on their faces when they heard the words—many of their hometowns were not near Lingtai Mountain, and they didn’t know whether they would be able to return home in their lifetime, and whether their fathers and villagers in their hometowns could survive the troubled times.
Sui Yi, who has excellent acting skills, Huan Lihua sobbed softly, wiped her tears, and wiped them on Li Ang's arm—she had a dislocated arm, so she had to hold Li Ang to avoid being discovered by others.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from far to near, a monk ran along the corridor outside the main hall, and whispered a few words to my monk Kong.
Monk Kuga's face changed suddenly, although it was only for a moment, it was still noticed by some of the pilgrims.
He recited Amitabha again, and asked the pilgrims to follow the other monks to visit the Mahavira Hall. He apologized himself, and walked quickly to the north meditation room with the monk who informed him, talking while walking.
"The Buddha Pagoda was broken into again? How is it possible? Didn't the masters and uncles have set up more restrictions, and there are people on duty every night?"
"Yeah, that's why it's unbelievable. Uncle Liao Yan was guarding the pagoda last night. He stayed up all night, reciting Buddhist scriptures at the bottom of the pagoda. From the beginning to the end, he didn't hear any movement and saw half a person. Until In the early morning, when I re-counted the various relics, Buddhist scriptures, and Buddha statues on the top of the tower, I found that the position of some things on the sixth floor had changed slightly. It must have been broken into."
“.What was stolen?”
"This is the problem! After counting, there is still nothing missing! Whether it is Buddha bone relics, secret treasures, or even Buddhist practice books, all are safe and sound! It seems that the intruder has another purpose."
"Speak straight."
"Brother, forgive me, but in recent days there have been strange phenomena in the temple. First, the positions of Bodhisattva statues and Buddha statues in various temples have been moved inexplicably, and then the stupa has been lost repeatedly, which caused a lot of noise in the temple. Back then, Wei Tuo Bodhisattva moved food for three thousand miles. Ship, save me Jialan Temple, maybe this time is also some kind of revelation."
"Senior brother, be careful!"
Monk Kong Wo frowned. Although there are indeed legends of Bodhisattvas saving each other in the history of the Jialan Sect, believing in the Buddha and believing that the Buddha will turn the pagoda at this point in time are completely different things.
Whatever, let’s go and see what’s going on first.
The night is dark,
Xiao Da peeped out through the crack of the door, the lights on both sides and the opposite wing gradually went out, leaving only the stone lamppost in the courtyard still emitting light.
He drew back, nodded to the others,
Jiu Fenghai first took out a talisman from his sleeve, cut off the sound, and then said: "It is true that Patriarch Jialan descended from demons that my monk said during the day."
"Um?"
Xia Jun frowned and said, "How do you know it wasn't made up? Temples all over the world say how brilliant their ancestors are."
"I am studying at Luli Academy. I once traveled with Dean Lu Qingya. When I visited a mountain village in Beidi, I found a long-abandoned temple. Four demons were enshrined in the temple."
Jiu Fenghai said solemnly: "Before the Han Dynasty, it was very common to enshrine blood-eating ghosts and gods. Ordinary people were powerless to resist monsters and aliens, so they could only be forced to live with them, offering livestock to them, and praying that the monsters would not harm them.
The monster statue in the ruined temple is lifelike, but there is no magic energy remaining, obviously the monster itself has long since died.
I visited the village with the dean, and heard the legends passed down from generation to generation from the elders in the village—very similar to the version spoken by the monk Kuga,
Even the names of the four demons have the same pronunciation in the local dialect as the four characters '訑, 言, 恩, 杌' in Chang'an official dialect.
However, the ancestors of the people in the village did not see the monk who slayed demons with their own eyes.
Without knowing it, he put the credit on the head of the gods. At that time, Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains had not yet flourished, and the common people did not know that there was a Buddha. "
"So, there really is a Jialan Patriarch?"
Ashina Que Teqin couldn't help asking. Turkic beliefs are mixed, not only believe in Haotian, but also believe in Shamanism, Manichaeism, Nestorianism, Jackoism, and quite a few people believe in Buddhism.
"Maybe."
Jiu Fenghai shook his head and said: "In short, we need to go out to collect more information. During the day, there was a light rain in the mountains, which made the land muddy.
The soil color is different in different places. When I was walking, I carefully observed the shoe prints of various colors left on the road.
The black sludge left by some footprints can only be found in the back mountain, that is, in the direction of the pagoda.
Obviously something happened over there that caused the monks to gather. "
"If you search for information,"
Que Teqin stood up and said, "I'll go."
He is an innate warrior. If he focuses on sneaking and hiding his tracks, he can reduce the risk of being discovered.
"no,"
I'll go. "
In fact, the best candidate for investigation is Sui Yi, who has a background in a school palace, but she has a dislocated arm and her injury has not healed yet.
Li Ang's cultivation base is a little lower, so it is easy to be discovered.
"Guys wish me luck."
Jiu Fenghai stood up, pasted several talismans on his body, and opened the window to escape into the night.
The Garan sect shrouded in darkness did not appear deserted.
On the contrary, under the illumination of the ever-burning lamps, the resplendent Buddhist temples and the pavilions with carved beams and painted buildings are half hidden and half hidden, making them appear more luxurious and flashy.
Galanzong is so rich. This scene is almost comparable to the Daming Palace three hundred years later.
I'm afraid that just knocking a piece of glazed tile or digging a stone lamppost back home can sell a lot of money.
Wearing night clothes, Jiu Fenghai shook his head, continued to maintain the operation of the spell, hiding in the shadows.
Climb over the courtyard wall, climb to the top of the tree, and look to the north.
The Buddha Pagoda was brightly lit, and in the open space below, three old monks with long beards were sitting upright, reciting Buddhist scriptures on the ground.
After just one glance, Jiu Fenghai immediately looked away, fearing that the three senior monks would notice.
The guards are so tight that it may be difficult to pass.
Hum!
At the seventh floor of the Buddha Pagoda, the light of Buddha suddenly lit up,
The expressions of the three old monks who were chanting scriptures changed slightly, they all slapped the ground together, jumped up, and went straight to the top of the pagoda.
Hum!
The Buddha's light continued to vibrate, and together with the large array of guarding the mountain that covered the sky, it set off waves of ripples, as if it had been hit by some kind of strong impact, and it was on the verge of collapse.
The remarkable vision caused the resting monks in each meditation room to run out and run towards the pagoda.
Chance!
Jiu Fenghai's eyes flashed, he jumped down from the treetop without a sound, and went straight to the edge of the mountain guard formation.
The vision of the pagoda may be that the alien is out of control, or it may be that someone or something trespassed.
No matter what it is, the attention of everyone in the Jialan Sect has been diverted, and the swaying of the guarding formation is the best opportunity to investigate the reality of the formation.
He hurried through the forest to the edge of the mist.
There are continuous stone tablets standing in the forest, engraved with the words strictly forbidden to enter.
Jiu Fenghai ignored the inscription, picked up stones and plants, and threw them into the blurred and vibrating translucent barrier.
Wow.
Stones and vegetation penetrated the barrier smoothly and fell into the dense forest.
Seeing this, Jiu Fenghai picked some insects from the tree and threw them forward.
Still passing through smoothly.
So
Jiu Fenghai took out a paper crane from his bosom, pulled it with spiritual power, and controlled the paper crane to wobble and fly towards the barrier.
One foot, two feet
The paper crane successfully crossed the air barrier and continued to fly forward.
Jiu Fenghai smiles on his face,
The next moment, the paper crane lost control without any warning, and disappeared in the process of falling.
He suddenly changed his face, and immediately cut off the spiritual power connection with the paper crane.
But it was too late.
Invisible power is transmitted by means of paper cranes,
Just listen to the sound of tearing,
Countless blood-stained threads appeared on Jiu Fenghai's body, his eyes trembled, and he took a step tremblingly, his body immediately split into countless pieces, and fell to the ground.
(end of this chapter)