Red Heart Survey

In the field, the old man is digging the soil.

This job is not very urgent, just turn over a part every day, and it will be more convenient to sow seeds in spring.

The bones of the body are also rusted at home, so it's better to come out and move around.

A young man with a handsome face walked up the ridge of the field.

This boy was born with clear eyebrows and eyes, and an excellent temperament.

It's just the demeanor... a little sneaky.

"Old man, I want to ask you something..."

However, the holy land of Buddhism belongs to, and the folk customs are honest and honest. The old man had no bad guesses.

He only slowly smashed the clods of soil, and smiled kindly: "What's the matter?"

This young man was naturally Jiang Wang. When Kujue's name was mentioned, he looked around, and he could see the shadow cast by the yellow-faced old monk.

Carelessly asked: "Master Kujue has returned to the Buddhaland recently, does the old man know?"

The old man shook his head: "I never heard of it."

Done!

That old monk Kujue is powerful and highly respected (he claims to be). If such eminent monks and great virtues are in the temple, the believers will not be unaware. After all, the eminent monks of the Buddhist sect often need to make meritorious deeds.

The Xuankong Temple is more ascetic, there are often eminent monks working in the fields, and there is no distance between them and the believers.

Jiang Wang felt relieved, his waist straightened, and his expression calmed down: "Thank you, old man!"

After saying goodbye politely, he went straight to the mountain gate of Xuankong Temple.

The old man continued to dig the soil on the spot, but it was inevitable that some doubts arose——

Is there a master of suffering in the holy temple? I have never heard of it. It sounds like the same generation as the abbot!

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The mountain gate that appears in the secular world is only a part of the Xuankong Temple, which is usually called the outer mountain.

Sects like Xuankong Temple have their own monks who specialize in receiving practitioners.

Those who come from famous families will ask someone to hand over their name cards in advance wherever they visit.

Letter to Jiamen, MG.

Jiang Wang was not that particular, but he followed the etiquette and showed his identity to the Zhigu monk.

After all, he was here to visit, not to kick the gym.

"Qingyang Jiangwang, entrusted by others, came to pay homage to the mountain. Please..."

Jiang Wang is facing the Zhike monk of Xuankong Temple, who is going through the process decently, and a monk walks slowly by.

He stopped suddenly and retreated, and the sound of surprise sounded, which made Jiang Wang tremble with fright, and he forgot where to throw his words.

"Junior Brother Jingshen!"

Jiang Wang's scalp was numb.

Turning around, he saw that the monk was handsome, his clothes were clean, and his scalp was shiny. He was an "old acquaintance" whom he had seen in Qingyang Town...

If a wise man thinks a lot, he will definitely make a mistake!

Thousands of calculations have been made, but the monk Jingli was missed!

But Jiang Wang soon discovered that he had more than one loss?

Because the monk Jingli had already turned his head and shouted happily: "Master! Junior brother Jingshen is back!"

The voice infused Dao Yuan and spread widely among the mountain gates.

Whoosh!

The wind blows.

"Where is it, where is it?"

The voice came first, and the yellow-faced old monk landed on his hind feet, and he saw Jiang Wang with a stiff expression at a glance.

"Good apprentice!"

He praised: "You are not self-inflicted...you have thought it through yourself!"

"Enlightenment?" Kujue grinned, showing his not-so-white teeth, and nodded in affirmation: "I just said you have the root of wisdom!"

Monk Jingli looked at him full of emotion: "You must have suffered a lot in Linzi and other turbid places, right? You're a bit haggard..."

The Zhike monk looked at Jiang Wang blankly, wondering if this is the legendary junior brother of Master Jingli? Why haven't you shaved yet?

Jiang Wang: ...

Can I not feel haggard when I meet you?

"Two masters." Jiang Wang took a deep breath: "I think you have misunderstood."

"No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, we are all one family. Master understands you." Ku Jue smiled from ear to ear, and stretched out his hand to hold him.

Jiang Wang hurriedly avoided, but failed completely. Dao Yuan just started to surge, and his hand was already caught. Dao Yuan collided, but it was like hitting an iron wall, and he couldn't shake it at all.

It looked like he took the initiative to let the "master" hold him.

The scene is quite harmonious.

Monk Jingli giggled and said, "Junior brother can be regarded as returning from a lost way, and return to the mountain gate to enjoy the blessings!"

Ku Jue has already led him to walk in: "Go, I will take you to recognize the door as a teacher!"

Jiang Wang was secretly startled. The stronger he is, the more he can recognize the power of suffering. Today's Jiang Wang is much stronger than Jiang Wang in Qingyang Town that day. But in the face of suffering, there is still no strength to struggle!

Wait, what door do you recognize?

He reacted and said repeatedly: "Master, master, listen to me."

"Hey, you're quite a stranger!" In order to show his kindness, Ku Jue deliberately raised his eyebrows, and pretended to be angry: "You're still called a master?"

Jing Li followed suit and said, "It's time to call Master."

After that, he himself smiled flatteredly: "Then call Senior Brother!"

It is not clear how to break up with the old monk and the young monk.

In desperation, Jiang Wang circulated the Dao Yuan, and Hong Sheng shouted: "Entrusted by Master Guanyan, Jiang Wang, a man from Daqi Qingyang Town and a fourth-rank Qing brand catcher, came to pay homage to the mountain!"

He stated the purpose of his trip, and wanted to attract someone who could hold down the old monk Kujue. At the same time, I pointed out my official rank in Qi State, saying that we have a backer, and we are doing very well in Qi State, and I want the old monk and the young monk to give up their hearts.

The sound shook the mountain gate.

Monk Jingli is one of his own, so it's okay to yell. Jiang Wang made such a noise, which seemed a little provocative.

It's just that no one cares about this.

"What happened?" Ku Jue turned his head and asked his obedient disciple.

Monk Jingli said honestly: "It seems to be watching..."

"What's the point?" Kujue came to ask Jiang Wang again: "My good disciple, you are very happy to see Master, but don't speak indiscriminately."

Neither of them cared about Jiang Wang's mingjue, but they were very sensitive to the master he was talking about.

Without him, Guan Yan's seniority is too high!

The current character generation of Xuankong Temple is "Through action, concentration, meditation and observation of mind, sorrow and suffering are all Dharma predestined".

The generation of "Guan" is four generations higher than the generation of "Ku"!

At this time, a voice that sounded worrying rang in everyone's ears.

"Invite Lord Jiang into the mountain gate."

The owner of the voice ordered so.

First of all, the title "Jiang benefactor" shows that he does not approve of Kujue's unilateral acceptance of disciples. Then the word "please" shows the attitude and cannot be forced.

Except for the abbot, no one can persuade the monk who is eager to accept apprentices.

And the mountain gate he mentioned is of course the real location of the Xuankong Temple.

Brother Abbot had spoken, and Kujue had no choice but to let go of Jiang Wang's hand, but his expression was still uncomfortable.

"Hey, dear disciple, are you really here for something? Didn't you come here specifically to see Master?"

"I was indeed entrusted by others." Jiang Wang said helplessly: "Also, Master Kujue, please don't call me a disciple again."

"I need to think more carefully when I can speak."

The yellow-faced old monk automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, curled his lips and said: "Those bald donkeys are quite troublesome, especially the one called Kubing, who has been hated since childhood. But don't be afraid."

He patted his chest: "I will protect you for the teacher!"