Lanke Chess Edge

After handing over the seal, Ji Yuan had no intention of leaving any more, and after a few words of advice, he got up to bid farewell to everyone.

Declining everyone's persuasion, Ji Yuan stepped straight into the night, but his body was gone in a few steps.

For such an expert, even if Du Heng, Wang Ke and the others wanted to give it away, they couldn't do it. They just chased after two steps, and they couldn't see Ji Yuan's back, so they had no choice but to give up and go back to the campfire.

At this time, Wang Ke was very excited, as if he got the first wooden sword when he was a child. He couldn't put it down and played with the seal in his hand. At the same time, he also felt that the seal had really become a lot heavier, and it was not entirely an illusion.

. . .

Yizhou is located between Jizhou and Bingzhou, and Xining Mansion is in the center of Yizhou. In fact, Mr. Lu Shanjun passed by once when he came from Jizhou before, but that would be directly against the wind, and he would not Know exactly where Zhao Long is.

In fact, at first Lu Shanjun wanted to find Zhao Long first, but he walked in this direction and accidentally left Yizhou. Instead, he found Wang Ke and Du Heng. Since these two happened to be together Fortunately, I went to find them first.

Now that it is known that Zhao Long became a monk in Luming Temple, things are much easier to handle, so Lu Shanjun went to Yizhou again and went straight to Xining Mansion.

When he arrived at Xining Mansion, with a vague sense, Lu Shanjun landed outside Daokuan County, and directly entered the county town where people come and go.

Daokuan County is relatively lively. Just after entering the city, there are street stalls everywhere, and there are also people selling some small goods while walking with burdens.

Lu Shanjun looked around and saw an old man with some plaster tied on his trouser legs, selling some dried mountain herbs in baskets, so he walked over directly.

"Hey, scholar, do you want to buy herbs? Old man, the herbs I have here are all picked by myself in the mountains, which are much cheaper than those in medicine shops. If you have a prescription, I can show you according to the prescription. If you don’t have everything, go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and you can save a lot of copper money!”

The old man was obviously very familiar with the herb business, and before Lu Shanjun opened his mouth, he said all these things in one go.

Lu Shanjun smiled, and took out one of the five treasures from his bosom, and entered the secular world, naturally he had already exchanged some Dazhen's silver coins, took out the copper coins and handed them to the old man and asked.

"Old man, I'm asking you for a place. Do you know where the Xiaoliangshan Luming Buddhist Monastery is located?"

The old man took it as a five-way treasure, weighed it, did not reply immediately, but picked and picked in the basket, and finally took out a small bag of things wrapped in unknown dry leaves.

"Here, dry wolfberry, the pharmacy calls it wolfberry. It's a good thing. It's enough for you to make tea seven or eight times. It's very nourishing. If you eat it often, it can strengthen your muscles and bones and withstand the cold and heat. Hey, it can also strengthen your yang. Young people can also drink it." It’s worth it, the amount of five renminbi is nothing to deceive anyone, if you go to the pharmacy to buy such a pack, there are not two of them that you can’t take off as five treasures.”

Lu Shanjun watched the old man put the medicinal materials in his hands, looked at him and then the medicinal materials, and waited for the other party's next words.

The old man made a deal, stroked his beard and smiled.

"I know that there are two mountains with similar names in Xining Prefecture. One is Xiaoliang Mountain in Yongtong County, and the other is Xiaoliang Mountain in the south of the county. The mountain is much deeper, in addition to conventional medicinal materials, you can also dig out old mountain ginseng, even mountain king ginseng, the Luming Temple you asked about, a scholar, should be a temple in the Xiaoliang mountain in the south of the county, but it has long been different from the past."

The old man held back, seeing Lu Shanjun's face was calm and almost expressionless, so he continued.

"This Luming Temple has changed its name a long time ago. It is now called Daming Temple. Not many people knew about it before, and even fewer people went there. Now even fewer people know about it. It is strange to say that this temple is like a temple. It's like not caring about incense, the temple was built so deep."

Lu Shanjun thought for a while, and then thanked the old man after a flash of his eyes.

"Thank you, old lady, for letting me know."

"You're welcome, Scholar, go away. If you think this dried wolfberry is effective, come again next time!"

Lu Shanjun just said "definitely" twice, and then left quickly. When he left the county town, the wind was blowing directly under his feet, and he headed towards the south of the county with a sense of ambiguity.

At the same time, Lu Shanjun was also thinking in his heart. Since Zhao Long became a monk, he should be similar to Luo Ningshuang's husband and godson.

The distance was not too far, and Lu Shanjun was walking against the wind, and he arrived at Xiaoliang Mountain not long after. Finally, after some searching, he saw the outline of the temple hidden in Xiaoliang Mountain in the air.

This temple looks a bit extraordinary, deep in the mountain it looks like one with the mountain, it is easy to skip it.

Falling down from the sky, he restrained his breath and went to the present Daming Temple. Although it is located in the deep mountains, there are steps starting a long way outside the temple. Roughly, there are thousands of steps.

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

The indistinct bell sounded, Lu Shanjun frowned and raised his head, looking in the direction of the temple, every time the bell rang, there was a kind of blurred halo flashing past, and the bell seemed to become louder at the same time.

"It seems that this Buddhist temple is not an ordinary temple of incense, but a place where King Ming's Dharma is really practiced!"

Lu Shanjun knows quite a lot about worldly affairs. After all, he has had many ghosts, from traffickers to scholars, and he has learned a lot, but he doesn't know much about the world of practice. I still learned about it from my mentor, Ji Yuan.

And I also know some things about Buddhist temples. I understand that Buddhist temples are divided into two types. A very small part is the real place of practice, and there may even be an incarnation of King Ming in the temple.

Since it may be a real place of practice, Lu Shanjun is also quite serious. When climbing up the steps, he also adjusted his mood, tidied his clothes, and walked to the gate of the temple with a more respectful attitude. A monk over half a century old was dozing off in front of the door with a big broom in his arms.

"when……"

The bell rang again, and the monk woke up suddenly, and saw a man in blue shirt standing outside the door.

"Uh, goodness, Daming King Buddha, is this benefactor coming to offer incense at our Daming Temple?"

The monk looked at Lu Shanjun and saw that there was no one else behind him. It seemed that this young man came alone, not a woodcutter. It was a bit strange to walk alone in this deep mountain wearing this suit.

Lu Shanjun saluted respectfully.

"This master, Xialu Shanjun, came to Guisi to visit an old friend. He became a monk here, and his lay name is Zhao Long."

"Zhao Long?"

The monk scratched his head.

"Do you know what his dharma name is?"

Lu Shanjun shook his head, Du Heng didn't say anything before, he didn't pay attention to this, he never asked about it.

"Oh, then you come in first, have a sip of tea and rest, and I will help you to ask."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Lu Shanjun replied with a smile, he raised his foot and was about to step into the temple.

"Whoa..."

A melodious deer cry sounded from the temple.

brush~

A white light flashed across Lu Shanjun's body, and as the light and shadow bounced, Lu Shanjun seemed to have bumped into a big wave head-on, and was directly swept away to the temple gate.

The monk at the door was startled, seeing Lu Shanjun was suddenly thrown into the air, his body was already in the air, and there were countless steps below him, if he fell down like this, he would definitely be seriously injured.

"Hey, benefactor, be careful..."

Before the lingering sound of the cry, the monk was shocked to see the scholar gliding backwards in the air, as if standing on the ice, and after retreating seven or eight feet, he turned around and landed lightly on the steps.

"Evil... why are you coming to my Daming Temple?"

A mighty sound came from the temple, and at the same time there were waves of footsteps coming from inside. It seemed that many people were running towards the gate of the temple.

Not long after, two rows of monks held sticks or Zen sticks, lined up at the gate of the temple, one on the left and one on the right, and three old monks walked out. All the monks looked seriously at Lu Shanjun who was down dozens of steps.

"Huh? No evil spirit?"

An old monk in the middle was slightly startled, and then immediately realized something.

"No, it's not that you don't have evil spirits, but that your morals are much higher than mine! Who are you, a demon or a demon, or other spirits? Why did you come to my Daming Temple?"

Lu Shanjun looked at the formation of so many monks, swept the left and right cuffs, and dusted his trouser legs, and then said.

"Masters, don't be nervous. I'm just here to find someone. His layman's name is Zhao Long. He became a monk with you. He made an agreement with me at the beginning. Many years have passed. Now I'm here to fulfill the agreement."

The old monk's eyes burst out, staring at Lu Shanjun firmly.

"At the beginning, Master Huitong said that Jueming was still haunted by doom, so it should be on you?"

"Jueming? Doom?"

Lu Shanjun narrowed his eyes to look at the old monk.

"Hehehe, so, before Zhao Long became a monk, must he have done something outrageous?"

Just one sentence, Lu Shanjun guessed something, otherwise the eminent monk would not have guessed that Zhao Longying was a disaster, but a good fate. Of course, it may be that Zhao Long's fate was difficult, and there were other hardships that did not come, but Lu Shanjun I don't believe it's such a coincidence, at least not now.

"Where is Zhao Long? You can stay in the temple, let him come out and talk to me face to face! Otherwise, even if there is an incarnation of King Ming in a mere Buddhist temple, it may not be able to stop me..."

Just as Lu Shanjun finished speaking, the bell in the temple rang again.

"when……"

At this moment when the light of the Dharma filled the air, Lu Shanjun opened his mouth and roared.

"Aww—"

The incomparably shocking howl of the tiger was accompanied by the strong wind and billowing evil spirit, which destroyed the bells of Buddhist temples and swept across the temples and mountains.