Laoshan Taoist Chapter 112: Mr. Bai Yun

Lingyin Temple is very famous in the Yuhang area, and because of the living Buddha of Jigong, many pilgrims come here admiringly.

But today I don’t know why, when Wang Yan arrived, although there were some pilgrims who came to Jingxiang, they were not as busy as before.

A young monk stood in front of the temple, welcoming pilgrims.

"Blessed Life Immeasurable Tianzun, little master, dare to ask Daoji Living Buddha in the temple?"

Wang Yan stepped forward, called an inspector, and asked him.

"Amitabha, Master Daoji has left Lingyin Temple half a month ago. If the benefactor wants to find him, he should go to Jingci Temple."

The little monk looked around, looking cautious, as if he was afraid of being seen by someone, so he told Wang Yan.

"Jingci Temple?"

Wang Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized.

Dao Ji, formerly known as Li Xiuyuan, was a monk in Lingyin Temple. Because he was not afraid of meat, eating and drinking, he was crazy, and affected the monk's appearance. Therefore, Guangliang, the guardian of the temple, has always been at odds with him, even in all kinds Make things difficult.

Fortunately, the abbot in the temple was merciful and willing to take him in. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. After the abbot passed away, Guang Liang swept him out.

Leaving Lingyin Temple, Daoji settled down in Jingci Temple.

Wang Yan still remembers these stories. After all, they are childhood memories. Especially the role of Jigong played by Teacher You is a classic.

The Jigong he has seen so far, although the faces are different, but the other's behavior and personality are highly similar.

Jingci Temple is on the south bank of West Lake, opposite to the famous Leifeng Pagoda, while Lingyin Temple is to the west of West Lake, facing Feilai Peak and backed by the North Peak.

There was a distance between the two places. Wang Yan thanked the little monk, then turned and left, heading straight towards Jingci Temple.

Wang Yan's footsteps were already fast, passing through the bustling streets, and not long before reaching the south bank, the lakes on both sides were gurgling, forming tributary channels.

Not far ahead, stands a stone arch bridge.

Many people are stuck at the bridge, with noisy voices and complaints.

Wang Yan looked from a distance, and saw a monk swaying on the bridge with a broken fan in his hand. It wasn't that Daoji Living Buddha but who was it?

Beside Dao Ji, there is another rich man with a rich body and greasy face, followed by seven or eight attendants, all with vicious expressions.

On the right side of the bridge, there is a wooden sign inserted with ten characters.

"I repaired this bridge, and I will leave the money for the bridge!"

On both sides of the arch bridge, there is a dilapidated metal box on each side.

Wang Yan strode past and mixed into the crowd.

"Come and come! I have a good relationship with monks, and those who go to Jingci Temple to burn incense will cross the bridge. I have paid out all of your money for crossing the bridge!"

Dao Ji faced the crowd, with a kind expression, and said in a loud voice.

"Monk, don't be afraid to let your tongue out when you speak big words, do you have money?"

As soon as the monk said this, a man with the appearance of a housekeeper stepped forward next to the rich son, with a disdainful expression on his face, teasing him.

He has a fat head, big ears, a short stature, and a moustache.

"Who said I don't have money? Monk, I'm all money, and I'm all money."

The monk waved his hand and moved his body. He only heard a jingle. He lifted the monk's clothes upwards, and the hanging coins were exposed, only to see the person full of eyes, and his face suddenly became bright. Eased down.

"There is nothing to say now, everyone can cross the bridge at ease!"

Many people looked at each other, and then scrambled to carry the burden, the vegetable basket with the vegetable basket, bowing to thank you, and at the same time crossing the bridge.

When a person passed by, Daoji would throw the copper coins one by one into the metal box, and there would be friction and crackling.

The butler stood aside, carefully counting, and didn't want to let go of one.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Yan's heart was already clear, forcibly holding back his smile and squinting at the housekeeper, it was really a shit.

He stepped forward, came to Daoji, and hit the inspector.

"Does the living Buddha Daoji remember the trail?"

The monk glanced at him, smiled slightly, and stopped.

"It's you! Amitabha, the Taoist priest also went to Jingci Temple to offer incense? What about your bridge money, the monk, I also gave it out..."

Say it! Another series of copper coins were thrown into the tin box.

Wang Yan smiled back, bowed again, and thanked him.

"Thank you, Master Daoji!"

After paying the money, Wang Yan crossed the bridge smoothly.

"Okay, okay! Then you go to the Jingci Temple and offer incense first! After the monk I have finished paying the bridge money for everyone, I will return to the temple before I entertain."

Wang Yan nodded, knowing that it is really inconvenient to ask for advice now.

"Can you help me with the trail?"

Looking at everything around him, he suddenly said this.

Monk Daoji waved the broken fan in his hand and motioned for him to leave.

Compared with the previous ones, the Tao Chi of Anshen Jingci Temple has a much better image. At least one of the monk's clothes, although worn and with a few patches, is clean and tidy at any rate, and his body is not so sloppy.

Now in Jingci Temple, he is the secretary monk.

Wang Yan looked at the housekeeper meaningfully, and then at the rich man again. Seeing them laughing wildly and happy, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

According to the original plot, the following should be drunk picking plum blossom legs.

The **** thing is not the rich man, but the housekeeper, who can come up with such a wicked idea to accumulate money, not to mention, even kills people, and then a small punishment and a big admonition are actually cheap to him. Him.

Wang Yan went straight to Jingci Temple, explained his intentions, and was arranged to the guest room. After waiting for about an hour, Monk Daoji walked from the door unhurriedly, full of alcohol. Walking is also wobbly.

Entering, Monk Daoji found a chair and lay down halfway.

"Do not come here without any problems! Is there something to do with my monk?"

He raised his head to take a sip of the wine gourd, and asked slowly.

"The Living Buddha is so insightful. There is indeed something in the trail that I want to ask the Living Buddha. The body of the trail is different. I wonder if the Living Buddha can see it?"

Wang Yan didn't mean anything, he was blunt and straightforward.

"Hahahaha! How can the poor monk know the purpose of the Taoist master? But you and I have different ways, and the monk is powerless!"

Monk Daoji laughed twice and spread his hands.

Speaking of Dao Ji, he actually did both Buddhism and Daoism. He first practiced Buddhism, and then he was enlightened by Chen Niwan, one of the five ancestors of Daoism, before entering the Dao.

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"The Living Buddha is so powerful that he can't help each other?"

At first hearing this, Wang Yan's face was startled, and his heart was a little flustered.

"Oh! Ashamed, ashamed! The Taoist leader has lost his cultivation in order to rescue the villagers~IndoMTL.com~ Not to mention, the original golden core is also damaged, which is admirable! It is a pity that my monk can only stretch his legs and stare at the pill. It is really helpless to heal the pain of illness and restore the vitality of the damaged source of Jin Dan."

At this moment, although Daoji looked drunk, he was actually very awake, and what he said was methodical, without any madness.

Wang Yan's expression became serious, and his heart was full of helplessness.

"Don’t worry too much, you don’t have to worry too much. You have a heart that can help the world. You have eyes in the sky. How can you let the Taoist lose the fate of immortality? Although the poor monk cannot be cured, I can recommend it to the monk. One person."

As soon as this statement came out, Wang Yan's sad eyes lit up.

"Oh? I still hope that the Living Buddha will teach you!"

Dao Ji sat up straight, suffocated again, and didn't hesitate.

"Listen well! You are out of Yuhang Mansion City and go straight for thirty miles east. There is a Baiyun Mountain, and there is a Baiyun Cave on the top of the mountain. There is a Mr. Baiyun in the cave. This person has the essence of internal and external alchemy. , You go to him, maybe he can have a way to help you recover."