Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 385: What a time

Ji Yuan has traveled to many places over the years and has seen some temples, but I have to say that in terms of scale alone, no temple in my impression can compare with Daliang Temple.

In Ji Yuan's blurry vision, the buildings of Daliang Temple in the distance are connected together, stretching for a long distance to the left and right of the line of sight. The towering part among them should be a building similar to a pagoda.

"When...when...when..."

The bell continues to ring. When ordinary people listen to the bell, they also have a feeling of long-lasting Buddhist charm. When Ji Yuan listens to the sound, it seems that he can vaguely hear the sound of chanting sutras accompanying the bell.

Under quiet concentration, the Buddha's voice even briefly overshadowed the noise of pilgrims and pedestrians around him, lingering alone in Ji Yuan's ears.

"Yes, this Daliang Temple does have some secrets. It is indeed a Buddhist temple that can produce eminent monks like Huitong. Although it is not the Dharma Hall of King Ming, it is indeed extraordinary!"

Ji Yuan praised in a low voice, but he didn't expect that in such a noisy environment, a middle-aged man with sensitive ears would hear it.

"Sir, you are right. This Daliang Temple is a two-hundred-year-old temple. It is the number one Buddhist temple in our Tingliang Kingdom. Master Huitong is a famous monk and is also a signature of Daliang Temple today!"

Ji Yuan can walk without any intention or magic, but the breeze blows on his face as he walks, his sleeves and hair sweep as he moves his head and raises his lapel with an air of his own. He is definitely not comparable to an ordinary scholar from a humble background, let alone an official. of majesty.

Such an extraordinary-looking man in white clothes actually attracted a lot of attention when he walked on the road. Some discerning people had already guessed that he must be a distinguished scholar. However, they were afraid of making people unhappy, so most of them just Take a few glances and you won’t pay too much attention.

And this man was the one who was relatively close. When Ji Yuan glanced over, the man slightly cupped his hands as he walked.

"I heard that Mr. Mister has a good accent, but he comes from near Nanshan Prefecture?"

In the Mandarin of Tingliang Kingdom, refer to Nanshan Prefecture, that is, the prefectures close to Tingqiu Mountain. It is recognized as the language with the most correct and accurate pronunciation in the country. Although it is very popular to learn that way of speaking, it is a pity that Tingliang State Although the language is similar in most places, the local accents are very strong, and it is difficult for people who are not really from the south to speak so standardly.

Ji Yuan saw that although this man was wearing a broad robe, he had round nail arm guards wrapped around his wrists, and his steps were neither long nor short and very powerful. If he was not a martial artist, he must be a master of hard skills.

Ji Yuan also kept walking and bowed slightly in return, shaking his head and smiling.

"I am not from Nanshan Prefecture nor from Tingliang, but from Dazhen. I have heard about the reputation of Daliang Temple for a long time, so I came here to visit today."

When the man heard that Ji Yuan was actually from Dazhen, his eyes widened slightly. He looked at Ji Yuan up and down and then left and right to confirm that he was alone, and introduced himself with clasped fists.

"It turns out that he is a romantic and elegant scholar from Dazhen. I am disrespectful and disrespectful. I am under the iron wind, the iron of gold, the wind of violent storm, the people of Tingliang and Kyoto!"

"Count on fate, and plan on the fate that is thousands of miles away."

Ji Yuan responded briefly and looked towards the front of Daliang Temple. Less than a hundred steps away, there were many vendors with stalls outside the temple, and many people even built shanties. It seemed like a market outside the temple. city.

Tie Feng was obviously very curious about places as far away as Dazhen. After becoming almost familiar with each other, Tie Feng started walking together, talking and laughing.

They are both sensible people, and their chats with each other are limited to the superficial level, and they do not explore anything in depth. They talk more about the customs and customs of their respective hometowns. Tie Feng also introduced the situation of Daliang Temple to Ji Yuan. From the pagoda to the temple, which eminent monks are there, and when there will be eminent monks to give lectures.

When passing by the market in front of the temple, Tie Feng bought a small bundle of incense, while Ji Yuan did not buy any incense or candles. In Tie Feng's opinion, this might mean that the Dazhen scribe did not believe in ghosts and gods. Buddha said.

Compared with the hustle and bustle in the external market, although the temple is also bustling with pilgrims, it is obviously much quieter and more orderly. There are very few people making loud noises. There are also monks throughout the temple to solve the problems of pilgrims.

If you get lost and can't find the exit or toilet, which temple you want to go to, which monk you want to see, and any behavior that violates the taboos of the temple, there will be monks to help or stop you.

The liveliness of Daliang Temple can be seen from this.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, Daliang Temple is pretty good, isn't it? Is there a similar famous temple in Dazhen?"

After entering the temple, Tie Feng looked at Ji Yuan frequently and paused from time to time, feeling a little proud in his heart.

"Haha, there is no temple of this size in Dazhen. According to Ji, in terms of scale alone, this Daliang Temple is not only the first temple in your Tingliang Kingdom, it can be regarded as the largest temple in Tingliang, Zuyue, and Dazhen. The first temple in the Three Kingdoms."

"Oh? Sir, have you been to Zuyue?"

Tie Feng is even more curious, and to say this, it must not be something that can be passed by just a random road.

"Well, I've been there. Except for a few places there, the people there are in dire straits!"

Ji Yuan looked at the prosperity here and thought of the situation in the Zuyue Kingdom, and couldn't help but sigh.

The two followed a group of pilgrims to the Mingwang Hall in the temple. Tie Feng was about to go in to offer incense. After walking a few steps, he found that Ji Yuan had not followed him. He turned around and found that Ji Yuan had not crossed the threshold. Step forward.

"Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"

Ji Yuan slightly arched his hand.

"Brother Tie has been going to offer incense and pay homage to Buddha, but Ji has stopped going in to pay homage to King Ming. It happens that there is an old friend in Daliang Temple. Let us part ways now."

"This is so sudden. I also want to invite Mr. Ji to come with me as a guest in my Tie family's home..."

Tie Feng Tongji was very speculative, and he felt that he was a truly knowledgeable and talented person in front of him, so he didn't want to let go.

"Otherwise, Mr. Ji will pay homage to King Ming with me first, and then I will accompany him to find that old friend? Well, if it is convenient!"

Ji Yuan smiled and waved his hand.

"No, it may be a little inconvenient. As for paying homage to King Ming..."

Ji Yuan looked at the majestic Mingwang Hall. Through the wide open door, he could see the huge statue of Mingwang holding the Buddha's handprint inside.

"Haha, forget it!"

Holding his hands again, Ji Yuan nodded towards Tie Feng, then turned around and strode away in the other direction without any hesitation.

Tie Feng looked at the steps of the main hall for a while, hesitated, and finally continued into the Mingwang Palace. After all, Mr. Ji said it was inconvenient.

In previous exchanges with Tie Feng, Ji Yuan already knew that most eminent monks of Daliang Temple practiced in the inner courtyard, and Huitong was no exception, so the direction was still clear.

We walked all the way north around the various buildings in the temple, and finally arrived in front of a courtyard wall arch, but there was actually a carriage parked here. You must know that regardless of their status, other pilgrims have to get off the carriage outside the temple and then walk in. , the carriage actually drove directly into the depths of the temple.

However, I didn’t think too much about this kind of thing and walked towards the arch. There was a sign saying "Pilgrims Stop" and two sturdy monks standing there.

Seeing Ji Yuan approaching, one of the monks shouted the Buddha's name and stretched out his hand to block the arch.

"Excellent Daming King Buddha, donor. In front of you is the backyard of our temple. There are also eminent monks practicing meditation, so it is inconvenient for pilgrims to go there."

Ji Yuan returned the gift.

"I am not a pilgrim, and I will not force my way in. I am here to meet my friends. Please tell Master Huitong that Jiyuan is visiting and he will meet me."

Although Tie Feng kept saying that Master Huitong was definitely not in the temple, at such a close distance, whether it was the sensing or calculation of the chess pieces, it was pointed out that Huitong was in Daliang Temple.

"Well, this benefactor, Master Huitong, is not here..."

"This master, monks do not lie, please inform me."

Ji Yuan stood there calmly, and a gentle and fresh air circulated in his words, making the two monks subconsciously more willing to believe him, and they stopped talking. After looking at each other, the other monk said.

"Then please wait a moment, donor. I will immediately go to the backyard to inform you. If my uncle refuses to see you, please don't be upset."

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan responded and watched one of the monks leave in a hurry.

. . .

In a separate monk hall in the inner courtyard of Daliang Temple, Monk Huitong lowered his eyes, lowered his head and clasped his hands together, sitting on a futon and chanting sutras in a low voice.

There was a low table in front of him, with a small incense burner lit with sandalwood on it, a plate of fruits, a teapot and tea sets, and several plates of cakes.

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The sound of chanting continued for a while and then stopped.

"Master Huitong, I still can't learn this Buddhist Seal Sutra."

After the woman said this, Monk Huitong could only sigh and continue to chant sutras from the beginning.

At this time, outside the monk hall, a sturdy monk hurriedly walked towards him, but before he could get close, a female official reached out to stop him.

"Stop, don't pass!"

The monk looked strange. He was obviously a monk from Daliang Temple, but he was stopped by an outsider. However, he also knew the importance and understood that this person was not to be offended, so he told the truth.

"This benefactor, an old friend of Uncle Huitong is visiting outside. I need to report it."

"Old friend? Who is it? Let me tell you for you!"

"Well, the donor's name is Ji Yuan. He said that when he heard his name, his uncle would meet him."

The female officer muttered it again and asked again.

"Which one counts which fate?"

"Uh, little monk doesn't know about this."

"It's so unreliable! Wait, I'll report it!"

"Yes! Thank you for your work..."

The female officer nodded, turned around and walked towards the monk hall, reaching the door in a few steps.

"Dong dong dong..."

"What happened?"

"Miss, a monk said that there is someone who claims to be an old friend of Master Huitong and came to visit him. His name is Ji Yuan."

Before the woman could say the next sentence, she saw Monk Huitong, who was chanting sutras, suddenly raise his head.

"Mr. Ji?"

Monk Huitong’s voice was surprised, but his heart was filled with joy. Sir, he came at the right time!