Chapter 191 Pilgrimage

There are too many stories about Taoism or Taoist studies in Han bells.

The miracles of the Laojun Temple in Beifeng, Xingyuan, the Suling Palace in Yangzhou, the Laojun Temple in Sanquan, Heishui, etc., are all Taoist miracles that appear on the Han bell.

Many people know about the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, which was an important school of Taoism in its early days.

There are two legends about the origin of Wudoumi Sect, and the two views in the academic community are:

1. The Five Pecks of Rice Sect was founded by Zhang Ling in Heming Mountain during the reign of Emperor Shun of the Eastern Han Dynasty between 126 and 144 AD.

Second, some Taoist scholars believe that the Five Pecks of Rice Sect was actually founded by Zhang Xiu in Hanzhong before the first year of Zhongping in the reign of Emperor Ling of the Eastern Han Dynasty in 184 AD.

If the second statement is true, then the Five Pecks of Rice Sect, an important early Taoist sect, is also closely related to the Han Bell.

After Fang Yi felt the call from the unknown, he naturally wanted to find out what was going on here.

He was not in a hurry and found a hotel to stay in.

The straight-line distance from the city center is about two kilometers.

Tianhan Jingyi Hotel.

Fang Yi was checking in at the front desk. "Just give me a standard room with a window."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The female receptionist took his ID card and entered the information on the computer.

After a while, the receptionist showed a strange look on her face, then picked up the intercom and said, "Manager Chen, please come over here."

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came forward.

He exchanged a few words with the female receptionist, then took the room card and handed it over with a smile on his face, "Mr. Fang, please keep your room card. Do you have any luggage? I'll help you take it up."

Even though Manager Chen and the female receptionist spoke in a low voice, how could it be possible that it could not be hidden from Fang Yi's ears?

He knew what had happened. It turned out that a man named "Mr. Zhang" had booked a luxury suite for him in advance.

Fang Yi waved his hand and said, "I don't have any luggage with me. Just give me the room card. You don't have to send it up."

Manager Chen didn't dare to refute his meaning, "Okay, please."

Fang Yi took the room card without asking any questions, knowing that since "Mr. Zhang" had booked a room for him, he would come to visit sooner or later.

…

Come upstairs.

Swipe your card and go in.

This is a very large room, estimated to be about 80 square meters.

The facilities inside are also quite luxurious.

It can be seen that "Mr. Zhang" put a lot of thought into booking a room for himself.

"I have been practicing on the moon for more than ten days this time. It seems that this suite has been booked for at least ten days. Mr. Zhang doesn't know whether I will come to Hanzhong. Even if I come to Hanzhong, he doesn't know which hotel I will stay in. Obviously, he has booked more than one room for me."

Fang Yi found it interesting.

I guess Mr. Zhang is from a big family and has something to ask of me.

He didn't spend too much time thinking about Mr. Zhang's specific identity.

Fang Yi released his spiritual sense, wanting to see what was calling him.

During this time he saw many Taoist temples and Buddhist temples.

Such as the Tiantai Mountain Taoist Temple, Wanfo Temple and so on.

What puzzled Fang Yi was that he did not find any trace of the thing that "summoned" him.

But what made him speechless was that he actually saw Chen Xiaoqing, whom he wanted to avoid, again in a shopping mall in Hanzhong.

"Why did this girl come to Hanzhong?"

Fang Yi frowned slightly.

At first he had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen to Chen Xiaoqing.

Therefore, he did not say hello when he saw the other party in Jiutian Palace before.

He tried to avoid her, but he didn't expect to meet her again at Hanzhong.

"Forget it, ignore her and continue searching for the thing that summoned me."

Fang Yi searched more carefully this time.

Almost every inch of Han Zhong is meticulously detailed.

After several hours, he still couldn't find any clues.

That's strange.

I can sense it, but my spiritual sense can’t find it?

Fang Yi really couldn't understand what was going on.

Suddenly, he used his magical perception to see Taoist priests and monks in robes and cassocks, as well as some men and women in luxurious attire, walking into the hotel one after another.

The most eye-catching one among them is a centenarian.

He wore a Taoist robe that was completely different from those worn by other Taoists.

He was supported by a young man and a young woman and sat down in the hotel lobby.

Afterwards, the young man who supported the centenarian had a conversation with Manager Chen.

After that, the entire hotel will no longer accept any subsequent customers.

This young man was extremely wealthy and simply booked the entire hotel.

Fang Yi also learned that the young man or the centenarian was the Mr. Zhang that Manager Chen had mentioned when he was communicating with the front desk.

…

In the hotel lobby.

A group of Taoists and monks were whispering over there with excited expressions.

"I heard that the real person came here."

"Finally I get a chance to meet the real person!"

"We are still lucky to have Mr. Zhang, he has booked all the hotels in Hanzhong, so we can know the news that the real person has checked in here first."

"The Buddha's Dharma is boundless. When I heard him preach the Dharma in Xiangyang, the sky was full of flowers and the ground was full of golden lotuses. If we are lucky enough to hear the Buddha preach the Dharma, I think it is not a dream to be reborn in the Pure Land."

“I really want to see the Buddha soon!”

"Let's just wait downstairs for the real person to come down."

Although the Taoists and monks were very excited, they chatted in low voices.

It was as if they were afraid that the noise would be too loud and would disturb the people resting upstairs.

While this group of monks and Taoists were communicating, more monks and Taoists continued to pour in from outside.

In less than an hour, hundreds of Taoists and monks gathered in the hotel.

The scene is so grand that people who don't know might think some important religious ceremony is taking place here.

At the same time, Mr. Xiao Zhang and Mr. Lao Zhang were also communicating.

Mr. Xiao Zhang said, "Grandpa, the real person is upstairs. Should we go visit him?"

Mr. Zhang, who was nearly 100 years old and whose hair and teeth had all fallen out, waved his hands with difficulty and said incoherently: "We are here to make a pilgrimage. How can we disturb the sacredness? Wait here. If the real person comes down, it means we have a chance to meet him. If he doesn't come down, it means he doesn't want to see us. Don't bump into him and make him unhappy."

Mr. Zhang was a little anxious. "But Grandpa, you are not in good health. Will you get sick if you sit here for a long time?"

Mr. Zhang smiled and said in a very carefree manner: "If I die on the pilgrimage, I will go."

Mr. Xiao Zhang remained silent.

Taigong is the pillar of their family, but he is already over a hundred years old and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer.

Therefore, when he heard that the Taoist master was traveling west, he did not care whether he would definitely come to Han Zhong, and booked rooms in all hotels for more than ten days.

His purpose was to wait until Master Fang arrived so that he could know the news first, and then kneel down and beg Master Fang to extend Taigong's life for a few years.

"Cough cough." Mr. Zhang suddenly started coughing violently.

The young woman next to him quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag and said, "Grandpa, take the medicine."

Mr. Zhang swallowed a pill and stopped coughing.

Mr. Xiao Zhang's face showed even deeper worry.

I don’t know how long Taigong can hold out here in this condition. He should be careful not to sit here for too long or he will die.

He wanted to go up and kneel down to beg the immortal several times, but when he thought of Taigong's words, he suppressed the idea.

…

In the room.

Fang Yi didn't really want anyone to bother him.

But he thought that he could not find any trace of the thing that summoned him. After thinking for a long time, he decided to go down and meet everyone, and then see if he could get some useful information from those Taoists and monks.

Thinking about this, he got up and went downstairs.

…

The Taoists and monks waited downstairs for an hour or two.

Originally, everyone thought that they would have to wait for a long time before they could see Master Fang, and it might even take several days.

So no one was in a hurry.

Taoist Master Liu, the abbot of the Tiantai Mountain Taoist Temple, is reminiscing about the past with Taoist Master Pan of the Zhang Liang Temple.

Taoist Priest Liu said with emotion: "I heard that the Immortal's preaching in Jiutian Palace caused a great stir, and I have always hoped that he would come to Hanzhong. I originally thought it was unlikely, but I never thought that he would actually come. It is really a great honor."

“Stop talking!”

Master Pan suddenly raised his hand to stop Master Liu from speaking.

Taoist Priest Liu was puzzled for a moment and didn't understand what Taoist Priest Pan meant when he told him to "shut up".

Several other high-level masters standing nearby also looked puzzled, wondering what was wrong with Master Pan today? Why was he so rude?

Several Taoists looked at Master Pan and found that his face turned happy.

Just when I didn't know what was going on.

Taoist Priest Pan suddenly pointed to the middle of the hall and said, "Look."

What are you looking at?

Taoist Priest Liu and several other high-level masters were puzzled.

A group of monks nearby were also puzzled.

But everyone still looked over.

It’s better not to watch this.

At first glance, everyone was stunned!

I saw clear air surging in the middle of the hall, and there was shining golden light in the clear air.

Taoist Priest Liu was shocked and asked, "Could it be that the real person has arrived?"

Another high-level mage in his seventies was also moved and said, "Such a strange phenomenon must be the arrival of a real person."

As soon as the high-level mage finished speaking, a young saint appeared in the golden light!

Someone in the crowd suddenly cried out in surprise, "Buddha! The Buddha has arrived!"

Suddenly, hundreds of Taoists and monks in the hall were in an uproar.

“The real person is here!”

"Quick! Everyone, come and meet the real person!"

"Everyone, follow me to pay homage to the Buddha."

A group of monks and Taoists quickly knelt on the ground, not even daring to look directly at the saint in the golden light.

Mr. Old Zhang also knelt down on the floor with the help of Mr. Young Zhang and the young woman.

"Welcome the Holy Master!"

"Welcome the arrival of the Buddha!"

Two completely different names came out of the Taoist priest and the monk's mouth, but they were said in unison.

While shouting, the Taoists and monks all bowed three times and kowtowed nine times towards the golden light.

The hotel staff were stunned.

At this moment, a young man's calm voice sounded in the lobby, "No need to be polite, get up."

As soon as this sound was heard, the Taoists and monks dared to raise their heads and look towards the source of the sound.

I saw that the golden light had already dissipated.

There was only one young saint who was standing with his hands behind his back. He had an unpainted face, skin as white as snow, an immortal demeanor, and was not stained by dust.

This young saint was clearly standing there without making any movement, but he gave people a feeling of deep tranquility and inner peace.

It seemed as if he had merged into the universe, and being as still as a mountain was the Tao.

Real person!

It really is Master Fang’s arrival!

All the Taoists and monks were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears; they finally saw the sacred spirit!