Chapter 96: Sweeping Monk
"Donor Bian, isn't this too abrupt? Every single scripture in our scripture library was acquired at a huge price by our ancestors. Why are you doing this?" Duan Gao still left room for maneuver.
Perhaps it was his years of Buddhist practice that allowed this second-level monk to remain polite even when encountering a hostile guest like Wang Yao. This was truly remarkable.
"Elder Duan, Master Duan, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not here to rob people." Wang Yao waved his hands quickly to indicate that this was not what he meant.
"So what secret book do you want to exchange for it? Our temple allows such things." Duan Gao asked after breathing a sigh of relief.
"I did think so before, but the Zen master gave me this and said that I can get what I want. I wonder if it's possible?" Wang Yao took out the Zen token given by the stone Buddha and asked Duan Gao to identify it carefully.
Duan Gao's face changed drastically. He took the token, apologized to Wang Yao, and went to ask for instructions from his own host.
Wang Yao understood this, but he really couldn't imagine that this token with the word "Zen" on it was the token representing the leader of the Zen sect.
Inside the mountain gate, there is a small courtyard for receiving guests. It is leisurely and comfortable, no different from the Buddhist temples Wang Yao saw in the outside world.
Wang Yao thought there would be many spiders in the temple, but after entering the mountain gate, he didn't see a single one.
Monks can be seen everywhere sitting and discussing Buddhism. Their Buddhist spirit is very strong and there is not even a trace of poison.
Just when Wang Yao was bored and confused, Duan Gao came back with a warrant in his hand.
"Donor Bian, our abbot has agreed. You can view anything we have in our Sutra Repository." Duan Gao returned the Zen token to Wang Yao and showed the abbot's handwritten order.
There's such a good thing, so I can watch it with you? Wang Yao was secretly delighted, but he nodded calmly.
The Sutra Repository of Duzhu Temple is located in the hinterland, so the security becomes stricter the further in you go, and from time to time, second-level monks will come out to conduct inspections.
If it weren't for the host's warrant, Lian Duan Gao might have been severely punished for bringing a stranger with hair to the hinterland.
Wang Yao also truly understood the foundation of a force. An old medium-sized force like Duzhu Temple is simply not comparable to an emerging force like Juling Pavilion.
The promotion of Juling Pavilion to a medium-sized force is something that only Hua Juling's generation can achieve. The previous generations were hovering around the threshold of medium-sized forces.
The Sutra Repository is located next to the entrance to the back mountain. There are very few people here, and Wang Yao hardly sees any monks coming and going.
Occasionally, one or two people would come in a hurry, without looking around, and it seemed that the rules here were very strict.
Wang Yao looked up at the mountain behind him. The mountain was covered in thick fog and he could only vaguely see its outline. He had no idea what was inside.
"Donor Bian, please go into the Sutra Library. The back mountain is a forbidden area of our temple and you cannot enter without the permission of the abbot." Duan Gao urged Wang Yao to go into the Sutra Library first, implying that you should forget about going to the back mountain.
However, Wang Yao was sharp-eyed and saw a spider nearly half a meter long flashing across the mountain path. Could it be a place where spiders were raised?
Although Wang Yao would not make malicious assumptions about others, he could not help but let his thoughts run wild at this moment, and he entered the Sutra Library reluctantly.
Duan Gao is so annoying. Is it me who wants to see it, or you who wants to see it?
But facing the holder of the Zen token, he could only suppress his anger and said, "Donor Bian, you can tell me which secret book you want to see now."
Duan Gao pointed to the neatly arranged bookshelf, which was almost full of various scrolls and books. Wang Yao was curious about how he found it.
Wang Yao said, "I want the third level of Xiantian Yi Qigong. Please help me find it."
Just when Wang Yao wanted to see how this careless monk would find it, Duan Gao walked straight to the innermost bookshelf.
When I looked over, I saw an old monk lying drunk in the corner, reeking of alcohol.
Monks also drink alcohol? However, Wang Yao thought of the old monk in the Sutra Library, and his eyes changed when he looked at the old monk.
"Uncle Master, can you please not drink so much? I don't know where the wine comes from." Duan Gao stepped forward to help the old monk up and complained.
Seeing that Wang Yao's eyes were a little strange, Duan Gao quickly explained: "This is my uncle, who is in charge of the Sutra Library. He may be a little addicted to alcohol, but he never makes mistakes."
As if to prove himself, Duan Gao didn't care whether the old monk was awake or not, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Wang Yao never expected that the monk would actually whisper what Duan Gao asked, and then continue to sleep soundly.
What a master, a real master. Comparing him with the Sweeping Monk, Wang Yao found that this old monk was really mysterious.
Don't be fooled by the fact that his cultivation level is only at the Inner Qi Realm. He might be a big shot. Wang Yao didn't dare to act rashly and quickly stepped back a few steps to show his respect.
"Three rows of character Jia, fourth grid of the ninth line." Duan Gao ignored Wang Yao's strange behavior. Instead, he walked forward and searched according to the number on the bookshelf while muttering.
"Found it. It's the third level of Xiantian Qigong, a method to control poison gas." Duan Gao pulled out a yellowed book from the bookshelf. It wasn't very thick.
Wang Yao took it and looked at it. After reading only the first page, he confirmed that it was Xiantian Qigong.
Was he really a Sweeping Monk? Wang Yao's admiration was like a torrent of water. He stared at the old monk sleeping soundly in the corner, wanting to see what was different.
The sleeping posture is natural, as if it was made by nature, the unity of man and nature, is it a magical power of sleeping?
"Donor Bian, do you want to ask your uncle why he can remember it so clearly?" Duan Gao interrupted Wang Yao's fantasy.
"Yes, I saw that the master was clearly asleep, so why could he still hear what you said and remember the location accurately?" Wang Yao asked the doubts in his heart.
Duan Gao sighed and said, “Speaking of which, my uncle is really an anomaly. As a monk, he not only likes drinking, but also reading.
Of their generation, who are still alive today, all have reached the Second Realm Perfection, or even Grandmaster status."
"Wait, you said the master's cultivation is just superficial? Inner Qi realm?" Wang Yao grasped the key point, interrupted Duan Gao's narration, and asked.
"Yes, my uncle is only at the Inner Qi realm, otherwise he wouldn't have aged like this after the blood transfusion." Duan Gao said as a matter of course.
Wang Yao was speechless, but continued to ask, "Then why was the master able to listen to your questions and answer them even when he was drunk?"
Duan Gao looked at the old monk with a strange expression and said, "Master uncle's martial arts are indeed very powerful. He has practiced for decades to develop them, just to avoid delays.
And the abbot can't do anything to him. He can drink as long as he can manage the Sutra Library."
"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha sits in the heart!" Wang Yao thought of this sentence for no reason and recited it aloud.
"Amitabha, these words are so mysterious. They seem to be fallacies, but also seem to contain Buddhist principles." Duan Gao sighed as he put his hands together after hearing this.
When the old monk heard Wang Yao's words, he opened his eyes and sat cross-legged. He bowed to Wang Yao and said, "Your words are very kind!"
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