Chapter 185 Huge Harvest
On the same night, under the cover of darkness, a group of monks returned to the main gate of Shenlong Temple.
"Master." The monk guarding the gate put his hands together and looked respectfully at the white-robed monk who led the crowd.
Monk Bian Ji smiled and nodded, then stepped into the temple and walked towards the back hall.
The other monks followed in, carrying some instruments for preaching.
——Tonight, after the Dharma Assembly is over, this group of monks will wait for the invited dignitaries from the capital to leave before they begin to clean up the mess.
Monk Bian Ji, who looked to be about thirty years old, with soft and handsome features, a calm expression, elegant conversation, and eyes as clear as a baby under his slightly sparse eyebrows, walked along the temple road.
Every monk along the way stopped to salute, and he smiled back, and no one was neglected.
"The Master is so friendly to us, unlike those deacon monks who all have sour faces and don't bother to talk to us."
There were young novice monks who murmured in praise.
Attracting the agreement of people around.
All monks knew that Bian Ji was a legendary figure.
It is said that he had followed Master Xuanyin to listen to sutras a long time ago.
However, Master Xuanyin at that time had not yet entered the realm of "the world", nor had he served as the abbot of Shenlong Temple.
At that time, there were two other elders competing for the position of the new abbot, the leader of the Buddhist sect in Dayu, and Xuanyin was not the one with the greatest chance of winning.
Until that year, Xuan Yin entered the mortal world alone and traveled around the Dayu Dynasty to preach.
Preaching scriptures to mortals, traveling through the red dust, and going through all kinds of worldly affairs, in order to cultivate a Buddha's heart.
Many talented disciples followed Xuan Yin, wanting to walk and sleep with him.
During this period, they suffered countless hardships. When they were thirsty, they drank morning dew, and when they were hungry, they begged for food. They often slept in the wild. One by one, the disciples could not bear the hardship, and some of them did not want to bet on Xuan Yin, so they left one after another.
Only a few people remained who insisted on following him. At that time, Bian Ji, who was just a young novice monk, was not outstanding among the remaining people.
In terms of spiritual wisdom, he was far inferior to Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, who was once described by the previous abbot as a person with a rare Buddhist spirit in a thousand years. Even the most obscure "Treasure Treasury Sutra" could be understood by him after reading it for only one night.
In terms of perseverance and persistence, he is not as good as the great master who once pondered a question from his master, sat in a banana grove for ten years without wavering, and finally broke through in a rainstorm, which was better than his thirty years of practice.
But when Xuanyin finally walked to the Xiguan Corridor and wanted to leave the country to visit the ancestral temple of Buddhism in the Western Regions.
In the end, the only one who chose to follow and successfully returned alive with Xuan Yin was Bian Ji.
According to the soldiers guarding the gate,
By that time, Master Xuanyin had already entered the realm of heaven and man and became one of the most powerful people in the world.
He also snatched two boxes of scriptures from the Buddhist monks in the Western Regions.
At that time, the two boxes were carried on the shoulders of Bian Ji.
And at this time.
After finishing his sermon, Bian Ji walked alone to the main hall at the back of Shenlong Temple.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The door to the main hall is very spacious, with ten carved wooden doors connected side by side, which shows how magnificent the space inside the hall is.
Now the doors are all closed.
Bian Ji walked from the far left to the right and slowly pushed open the first door.
With candlelight shining through from the hall, one can see that the most eye-catching thing in the magnificent and spacious hall is a huge gilded statue of the Buddha.
He looked down below with compassionate eyes.
On the long and equally magnificent altar were thirty-two yellow incense sticks as thick as a baby's arm.
Under the altar, there was only an old monk standing alone.
With his back to him and facing the Buddha statue, he closed his eyes and gently struck the huge wooden fish.
The old monk was wearing a brown monk's robe. He was not tall, even a little short.
His appearance was not very good-looking, and his expression was solemn and dignified, with a hint of ferocity.
But upon closer inspection, it becomes compassionate.
At this time, the enormous Buddha statue of Master overlooking below turned into a furious looking Vajra.
"Master, today is the Ullambana Festival. I have just returned from my lecture and am sharing this with you. The rest of the lecture is nothing special, but there are two things that are quite interesting."
Monk Bian Ji pushed open the first door but did not go in.
Instead, he took a step forward and pushed open the second door, but the abbot Xuan Yin in the hall seemed to have no reaction.
"The first one is about that lady, Her Majesty.
His Majesty was originally in seclusion and shouldn't have appeared, but he still came. I thought that this was undoubtedly a gesture of goodwill from the Dayu royal family, so it was not surprising.
Just as you said, our Majesty's foundation is not stable, and his cultivation is also lacking a key step. In short, he is not very confident.
In the eyes of His Majesty, the Tianshi Mansion and the Shenlong Temple are roughly like the 'Li Party' and the 'Qingliu Party' in the court. They must check and balance each other, so that the emperor can be most assured of his intentions.
Bian Ji took a step forward and pushed open the third door.
He paused and said with a smile:
"As for the other one, it's quite interesting. It's related to Zhao Duan. He's become quite famous recently, and I've been paying him some attention.
Because the golden tablet in the Tianshi Mansion seemed to be very similar to it, the disciple took the invitation of Sun Lianying, the supervisor of the White Horse Division, to go and see him last time, and it was indeed different from the rumors.
But I never expected that he had the talent to govern the country... This is strange.
If he hadn't been ignorant of Buddhist principles, one would almost think that he had received an initiation from the 'Buddha' and thus attained enlightenment..."
Bian Ji walked alone and slowly opened each door.
The light outside the palace gradually brightened.
"Master, I know you've traveled to outer space, leaving only your body here, but please at least write me a reply.
Do you think that our Majesty has gained some insights during this sudden retreat?
One step closer to the true realm of heaven and man?
As you said, it would be better if she never breaks through. Otherwise, some patterns will be broken, and my Shenlong Temple will not be able to use the power of the imperial court to fulfill the long-cherished wish of "the fusion of East and West"...
Well, it’s better not to break through…”
As Bian Ji was speaking, he had already pushed open the last door, but the sound of the wooden fish in the hall suddenly stopped.
"Huh?"
Bian Ji turned his head to look in the direction of the imperial palace and frowned slightly.
A low dragon roar was heard.
Inside the Buddhist temple, Abbot Xuanyin opened his eyes, as if sensing something.
After a moment, he closed his eyes and said calmly:
"The dragon vein is disturbed, please be patient."
Was it just a disturbance? Was it due to the Ghost Festival? Or... had the Empress truly made some progress?
Bian Ji was silent, frowning and saying nothing.
…
Tianshi Mansion, deep in the courtyard.
The mysterious banyan tree's crystal leaves rustled.
Suddenly, a human-like face appeared faintly in the treetops, quietly gazing towards the direction of the imperial palace.
"Master, what's that yelling?"
Jin Jian Yazi, a girl with delicate features and out-of-focus eyes who looks a little silly, sits at a table, looking around blankly.
Next to her, in a rocking chair, an old Taoist priest with a tall stature, narrow eyes, and wearing a dark priest robe, was holding a jade scroll in his hand, also gazing quietly into the distance.
After a moment, he frowned slightly and shook his head:
"It could be the dragon's agitation, perhaps related to the celestial phenomena..."
He was a little uncertain because there were powerful restrictions in the entire imperial city, isolating it from outside prying eyes.
Although he could break it by force, that would mean falling out with the imperial court.
"Oh." Jin Jian got an answer and no longer cared.
Anyway, the thing just made a sound, not very loudly. If a cultivator did not have sharp ears and eyes, he might not be able to hear it.
She enthusiastically shared gossip:
"Master, let me continue to tell you about Zhao Duan's excitement in the Zhai Garden tonight..."
Zhang Tianshi said with a smile:
"Okay, tell me in detail."
…
Inside the secret room.
Zhao Duan felt a splitting headache, as if a huge stick was rammed into his brain, stirring violently.
He cried out in pain, but the sound was completely blocked by the secret room.
Zhao Duan fell to the ground, holding his head. The blood vessels on his skin were bulging, which looked particularly scary.
In a trance, he seemed to "see" the golden "dragon soul" with illusory eyebrows and eyes, which seemed to be condensed from smoke, circling in his meridians, as if inspecting its new home.
After that, it picked at it for a long time with disdain, and finally entered into his Dantian Qi Sea, and gently curled up.
Like a cat, falling back into sleep.
However, when it was sleeping, every breath it took would absorb the energy in Zhao Duan's body and then spit it out, but it was several times purer.
The pain receded like the tide.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Duan slowly got up with a confused look on his face.
"no……"
He looked at his hands, then touched his lower abdomen, feeling the powerful and endless power slowly pumping out from his dantian.
I have a vague feeling that with this thing, I seem to have turned on the automatic hanging mode, practicing every moment.
At the same time, there is a kind of mysterious feeling:
As long as he is in danger of his life, he can awaken the "god" in his body... the cost is unknown.
"I swallowed the god created by Old Xu?"
"That's not right... Isn't it written on the stone platform that one needs to be at a worldly level... I'm just a mortal..."
"Also, isn't this thing prepared for the descendants of the royal family? Aren't there any bloodline requirements? Can I swallow it just by practicing this inheritance? Can't you see that I'm not a member of your Xu family?"
Zhao Duan was disheveled in the wind, feeling a strong sense of unreality.
He became more and more suspicious that something was wrong with him. His Martial God Picture was different from others, and it was the same now.
"Oh, but think on the bright side. I don't have to worry about whether to hand it in or not. Now I can't do it even if I want to."
Zhao Duan laughed at himself and suddenly thought, I wonder if Zhenbao can notice anything unusual about him.
What if it's like last time in the sedan chair, checking my body...
ton.
He swallowed and felt a little headache. What if this thing was discovered?
The Empress asked: How come my baby is in your belly?!
Zhao Duan: Actually... I can also put my treasure into your majesty's belly...
He shook his head and put the weird thoughts behind him.
Zhao Duan acted stealthily and confirmed once more that there was nothing in the secret room. He then hurriedly activated the formation and escaped from the palace while the buff of the Ghost Festival was still there.
…
“Wow!”
Under the stone bridge in the capital at night, Zhao Duan emerged from the water, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, felt the night breeze, and felt like he was in a dream.
…
Inside the palace.
Xu Zhenguan, robed in flowing white, stood atop the Yuanzu Temple, his divine consciousness covering the entire imperial city, his face blank.
"Disappeared again?"
After a moment of silence, she sighed.
Dragon Soul... eventually...
Or is it just my own illusion?
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
