Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 134: The door that can’t be knocked on
The harsh slamming of the door resounded throughout the entire Zhuxue Temple.
It was quiet at night, and the sound spread far away. From the gate of Zhuxue Temple, it passed through the Hall of Prayer, through the Sanmentang, and passed to the Daxiong Hall. Naturally there were Buddhist disciples in the middle who heard the door slamming, but The abbot has just issued a golden cicada order to seal the mountain for ten years. No monk can go out of the mountain, and no outsider can enter.
After the door slammed for a while, it stopped.
The female disciple of Fenglei Pavilion in front of the temple was surprised, "The masters of Xuexue Temple, are their ears deaf? Such a loud sound, even if you sleep and die, you shouldn’t hear it. Ah!"
"Sister, are all the masters entering concentration practice?" Guan Shuheng guessed.
"Entering concentration practice is not a closed one, your ears can still be used. When you enter concentration, do you even block the sounds around you?" the senior sister replied.
"Maybe Buddhism is not the same as ours." Guan Shuheng said uncertainly, but his voice was already very small. I'm afraid he can't even deceive him when he speaks this.
The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger. Originally, the young disciples of Fenglei Pavilion were not afraid of wind and snow, but now their true essence is almost exhausted. Soon they will be indistinguishable from ordinary people, without the body of true essence, the same. It will be cold, and it will be frozen to death.
Two female disciples who have just entered the psychic realm have already begun to tremble, stomping back and forth to keep their body warm, and Lei Tianyou, lying on the back of Guan Shu, exhales less and less heat. Although Guan Shuheng had already taken off his clothes and covered Lei Tianyou's body.
Hongdou woke up at this time, but said that he didn't want to get off Ye Que at all, and looked at the huge temple complex in front of him with some curiosity.
"Is this the Zhuxue Temple you are looking for?" Hongdou asked softly.
"I'm here for the first time too, should it be." Ye Xiaowan nodded.
"Buddha cultivator practice in such a place?" Hongdou closed her eyes and felt it.
"The realm of cultivation is divided into world-class Buddha cultivation and world-class Buddha cultivation. This Chuxue Temple should be regarded as the first-class family. The world-class Buddha cultivation generally walks in the duny world, wherever it goes, and wherever it goes." Ye Que continued. "Buddha cultivator wants to save all sentient beings and the world, hoping that everyone can go to the world of bliss."
"Elysium?"
"It's a lie!"
Hongdou has a look of disbelief. In her clan, there has never been a record of going to the Paradise of Bliss after death. Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge have always heard that even if it is a dragon, it will go into reincarnation after death.
"Why knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered? Are all Buddhas deaf?" Hong Dou looked at the closed temple door.
"Where did I know that this Zhuxue Temple was requested by the senior brother of their Fenglei Pavilion. I shouldn't even be able to enter the door." Ye Que said this, but he knew in his heart that it must have been. In the event of change, the temple where the Buddha repaired lives, let alone an ordinary person knocking on the door, has absolutely no reason to keep the door behind. The most important thing about the Buddha's cultivation is causality, the most important relief, and the opportunity to be sent to the door. How can you not even look at it? !
Unless they confirm that the cause and effect is a demon from hell.
Opening the door is catastrophe.
"Knock on the door, keep knocking on the door, I don't believe it, can't anyone hear of such a big temple?" The female disciple of Fenglei Pavilion who had just smashed the door shouted, and rushed to the front.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The knock on the door is getting louder and louder and faster.
The sound was like slap in the face, slap and slap fan on Zhuxue Temple's face.
Guan Shuheng, who was standing next to the senior sister, finally couldn't bear it, and shouted, "Master of Zhuxue Temple, we are disciples from Fenglei Pavilion. Recently, my Fenglei Pavilion was invaded by demons. Resist the demons, severely wounded and dying, after all the hardships, and fleeing to this point, I hope that the master can open the door of convenience and save my big brother."
No one answered.
Cicada Mountain is dead.
"My elder brother is the only grandson of the Lei family in Nanyue. I hope to see Master Yunxia." Guan Shuheng shouted again, his voice was a bit heartbreaking, because at this time even a fool knew that it was not cooking snow. The buddhist practitioners in the temple can't hear, but don't want to open the door.
Lei Tianyou is dying, where can Guan Shuheng continue to stand calmly.
"Master, please open the door for convenience!" A group of female disciples also began to knock on the door and shout loudly.
Still no one answered.
In front of the Daxiong Hall.
Yunxia stood with the abbot, her eyebrows were covered with falling snow.
"It turned out to be a child from Lei's family in Nanyue. Are you really not opening the door?" the abbot asked softly.
Master Yunxia shook her head and said nothing.
"I heard that this is the only grandson of the old man. If he died in front of the temple, he would definitely become a devil in your heart. It will be even harder to break through in the future." The abbot said with some worry.
"I know what the brother said, but I can't push the whole temple to the edge of the **** cliff because of myself. This group of young people came with a devilish spirit. If they are saved, they will definitely be cooked for the snow temple. This time the demon originated in Youbei. I have no time to hide. There is no reason to ask for trouble. I will be responsible for the 1,326 Buddhist disciples in the whole temple~ IndoMTL. com~Master Yunxia looks sad and smiles bitterly at the corners of her mouth.
"Okay, then I will arrange for someone to talk to them, let them go, just being in front of the temple is not a way."
After a quarter of an hour.
Guan Shuheng and the others finally heard a faint sound of footsteps.
"Someone is coming." The female disciples of Fenglei Pavilion wept with joy. It seems that the master of Zhuxue Temple was finally moved by themselves.
"Donor, don't knock on the door anymore." A somewhat immature voice came from behind the temple door, it should be a young master.
"Master of Zhuxue Temple, hello, late at night, I will apologize for the inconvenience caused to the masters in their repairs. If there is a way, we will definitely not come to worship the mountain at this time." Guan Shuheng tried his best Make yourself seem less impulsive, "My senior brother is seriously injured. I hope that the master can open the door for treatment. By the way, let me wait for a while."
Always listening to Guan Shuheng finished speaking, the little monk behind the gate of the temple replied, "I'm really sorry, our Zhuxue Temple has been closed since today. Within ten years, we will no longer accept any foreign visitors. Donor of, please come back."
"We are not the people under the mountain, we are also fellows in the realm of cultivation."
"The abbot's handbook, our temple will no longer participate in all matters of the cultivation world, and the temple gate will not open again from today."
Listening to the little monk’s voice, Guan Shuheng’s heart became colder and colder, "My senior brother has a connection with Master Yunxia, can you please invite Master Yunxia to come, even if you don’t open the door, he will treat my senior brother? It’s also good to treat diseases."
"Please, Master."
The voice behind the gate of the temple went off for a while, and then another sentence came, "Donor, maybe you are going to be disappointed. Master Yunxia has passed away a month ago and cannot come to heal you."
(There is a chapter later.)