Talk about the world of mortals in detail

When Jiang Lang walked up to the gate of Daqiu Temple, he saw that it was quite lively inside. From a distance, he saw that since there were still soldiers guarding, ordinary pilgrims could only walk to one side and could not go to the inner position.

Needless to say, it must be some prince or noble who came to worship during the New Year, but Jiang Lang was not here to find monks, let alone to worship the Bodhisattva in the temple.

It must be said that Daqiu Temple is indeed very popular. It was so cold early in the morning, and there were many pilgrims in the temple, coming and going in an endless stream, and there was a smell of incense everywhere.

Jiang Lang stood in the open area in the front yard of Daqiu Temple and observed the surroundings. He could vaguely detect a trace of residual dragon energy. It must be the little white dragon, but it was covered by the strong smell of incense, which made people feel that their sense of smell was desensitized.

Jiang Lang's arrival also attracted the attention of some people. Of course, it was not because they could see through him as a dragon king, but because his clothes and unique temperament made people feel that he was extraordinary, not to mention his handsome face, which attracted many pilgrims to look back frequently.

Although there were many pilgrims and monks, Jiang Lang did not stop a thin and elderly monk until he passed by. The aura of this monk was different from that of ordinary monks. He was a real practitioner.

"Excuse me, Master, where is the little white dragon in your temple now? Please take me to see him."

Originally, the monk was just passing by here. When Jiang Lang spoke, he was ready to point the way or help. But after hearing what the other party asked, the monk's eyes widened a little, and his pupils dilated slightly, but he immediately covered it up after a short time.

"Donor, I don't know what you are talking about. Oh, but you want to ask about the Baibotan in Daqiu Mountain? This is not in the temple."

Even in Daqiu Temple, only a few monks who had experienced the events of the year knew about the snowy day. Suddenly someone came and asked about the little white dragon directly. The monk was naturally shocked.

Jiang Lang smiled, thought about it and continued.

"Then I'll explain it more clearly. In the 13th year of Hongxing, the land was sealed by ice and snow. Since then, there has been a little white dragon in your Daqiu Temple. I'm looking for him!"

The monk was shocked and looked at the visitor with wide eyes. The monk was also knowledgeable. The visitor was talking about the 13th year of Hongxing, which was actually the period when the Dayan Dynasty fell.

"May I ask who the donor is and where did you hear about this?"

"Hehehe. I am Jiang Lang, from Changfeng Lake, Changfeng Mansion, Dayong. Jiang is visiting in a friendly way. I hope this master can find him, or notify your abbot, so that Jiang will not be impatient and make some misunderstandings!"

Although Jiang Lang has always been polite, his tone is unquestionable. The monk hurriedly bowed again.

"Donor, follow me to the backyard."

Jiang Lang grinned and left with the monk. He stopped at a Zen room in the backyard where there were relatively few people.

"Please wait here, I will report to the abbot!"

"Okay, thank you!"

Jiang Lang was not in a hurry, and he was not worried that the monk would play tricks. He watched the other party leave in a hurry. After the latter walked away, he looked back at the Zen room. He had a feeling that the donor was probably not an ordinary person.

The monk's thoughts could not help but return to the past.

At the end of the Dayan Dynasty, the world was in chaos and the people were living in poverty. Now there are many pilgrims in the Daqiu Temple and it looks very lively, but there were many more people in the Daqiu Temple than now, and it was even crowded at one time. Many refugees fled here to seek shelter.

And the blizzard that year was witnessed by many people, but in the blink of an eye, almost forty years have passed. The young monks at that time have grown old, and most of the older monks in the temple have passed away. In fact, there are not many people who can still understand what happened back then, but there are indeed legends in Anguo.

It was only in recent years that people walked around the temple on snowy days.

After the Anguo prince and the Dayong envoy paid respects in the main hall, they went to the meditation room where the monks did their homework. The abbot and several senior monks in the temple accompanied them, and they talked about scriptures and some elegant things.

In order to entertain the envoys, a charcoal basin was placed in the meditation room, which was much warmer inside than outside.

Whenever there were envoys from Dayong coming to Anguo, they would go to Daqiu Temple. The envoys who came this time were more knowledgeable and had a deep study of Buddhism. They were obviously excited to see the monk Wufa, and they couldn't help talking about the past.

"I have long heard of the master's name, and I have heard that the abbot master once became a monk in Dayong. Is this true?"

This matter has been too long, too long. Sixty or seventy years can even make a dynasty decline from prosperity and then perish. Even the prince of Anguo heard this for the first time, and the Anguo officials and eunuchs around him were also shocked.

In the understanding of the Anguo dignitaries, the monk Wufa has been the abbot of Daqiu Temple for decades.

Seeing the look in the eyes of the Dayong envoy, Monk Wufa remained silent, then slowly stood up and walked to the door, opening the door of the meditation room.

A cold wind blew into the room, causing the people inside who had already adapted to the warmth to shiver.

"Buddha is merciful. It is rare that the envoy actually knew about this. According to Dayong's age, it was the sixteenth year of Chengxing. I officially became a monk in Xiangshan, Suzhou."

The Dayong envoy couldn't help but get excited. He studied a lot of relevant materials and Buddhist scriptures, and his speculation was confirmed!

"Is it the Xiangshan Treasure Temple granted by Emperor Mingzong?"

"It is indeed there!"

The monk Wufa's voice was full of emotion, and his eyes looked out of the door, as if his eyes were looking through thousands of mountains and rivers, looking at the ancient temple where he had lived for many years, where there was a mentor, former brothers, and a special fellow practitioner.

In the distant Dayong Suzhou, the climate is also cold where Xiangshan Mountain is located in Sanxiang County. At this moment, the breeze is blowing in the Xiangshan Pagoda.

There is snow on a palm tree in the front yard. A monk wearing cassocks is holding a rosary and is standing under the tree looking at the north. After so many years, the monks of Xiangshan Pagoda have changed more than once. That one There are not many monks left in this era.

Teruri still occasionally compares his practice with that of the monk, but she doesn't know how he is doing now.

Back then, we listened to sutras together in the temple and felt happy to be enlightened. Now there are only poor monks left under the tree. I wonder where they are today?

But at this moment, Teru Li was slightly startled, as if for a brief moment, she could feel the gaze of the helpless monk, just like the accidental glance in the temple.

"Maybe he's still alive?"

At Daqiu Temple, the helpless monk withdrew his eyes from outside the Zen room and looked at the dignitaries in the Zen room, with a smile on his face.

"The poor monk recalled the past with emotion, which made you laugh!"

"No, no, the master is a real master. I am lucky enough to meet the master for three lifetimes! Master, since you are a monk in Xiangshan Pagoda, why don't you come back to Dayong to have a look?"

As soon as Messenger Dayong said these words, the eldest prince Anguo and several officials were suddenly shocked.

"Alas, the messenger is wrong. Master Wu is the sacred monk in the hearts of the people of Anguo, and Daqiu Temple cannot live without Master Wu. During national sacrifices and important festivals, my father also wants to see Master Wu."

"That's right, I'm not careful enough."

Dayong's envoy is not stupid. He naturally follows the other person's words, but his enthusiasm remains undiminished. He respects everyone who is a truly virtuous and eminent monk.

"I heard that Daqiu Temple sheltered many people in distress back then."

When talking about this, the eldest prince Anguo also changed the subject.

"Yes, when the world was in war and chaos, Daqiu Temple opened its gates and sheltered tens of thousands of people. This is also the reason why Anguo designated Daqiu Temple as a national temple."

At this time, a monk came here in a hurry. When he reached the door of the Zen room, he saw the abbot in front of the door, so he quickly lowered his voice and said.

"Master Abbot, here comes a special benefactor, saying that he wants to find the little white dragon in the temple!"

The pilgrims near Daqiu Mountain may know about the snowy sky, but they will not know that there is a dragon in the temple. The monk frowned slightly, but the monk continued to talk.

"The man claimed to be from Changfeng Lake, Changfeng Mansion in Dayong. He gave me a very special feeling, not like an ordinary person."

The helpless monk nodded slightly and whispered a few words to the monk. The latter left quickly, while the former turned and looked into the fog.

"Everyone, please wait for a moment. This poor monk has something important to do and will come back soon!"

After saying this, the monk couldn't bow and left.

"Alas, Master Abbot."

Everyone in the room looked shocked, especially the envoy Dayong who couldn't help but stand up. He said that he respected Monk Wu even more than these dignitaries of Anguo.

When the helpless monk hurriedly arrived outside the Zen room, Jiang Lang was standing there looking up at a peak in the direction of the back mountain, where the Zen pavilion was located.

When he saw Jiang Lang, Monk Wen was slightly startled.

"I don't know if it is the Dragon King of Changfeng Lake who is here in person. The poor monk is a little disappointed to meet him from afar. I hope the Dragon King will forgive me!"

The monk next to the helpless monk was so shocked that his eyes widened, while Jiang Lang withdrew his gaze and looked at the visitor, with a smile on his face.

"Master Wu, I think you also know the purpose of Jiang's coming here?"

The helpless monk nodded.

"I'm a poor monk, go and call Xue Tian right now!"

Jiang Lang smiled even more. He had given the Snow Sky Dragon Clan's secret method back then. If he was really related to Bai Jun, he would have formed a good relationship.

"Oh, there's no rush. In fact, I don't necessarily want to find him. I just want to ask Master, does Xue Tian have some relationship with Ao Longjun?"

The helpless monk did not hide it.

"It does have something to do with it. Xue Tian is lucky enough to have Mr. Bai personally guiding him in his cultivation!"

Jiang Lang's heart skipped a beat. There was really a close relationship. Could it be that they were really related by blood?

"When did that Dragon Lord come here? When will he come next time? Can you tell me a few words that the Dragon Lord of the Four Seas wants to talk to Lord Bai!"

The monk next to the monk couldn't help but swallowed hard. These contents sounded so shocking, but the monk couldn't help but smiled.

"Then why don't King Jiang Dragon speak for himself? Mr. Yi is at Shangfeng Pavilion. Mr. Bai is the Dragon King of the mountains and rivers. If you want to convey the message to him, Mr. Yi is far more suitable than Poor Monk and Xue Tian!"

The helpless monk didn't know that Yi Shuyuan and others had fled, so he naturally said it.

Jiang Lang's eyes widened immediately.

"What?!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Lang jumped up, and a faint stream of light brought up a gust of wind and snow and suddenly flew to the mountain peak over there. In an instant, he had landed in the Zen pavilion on the peak.

Xue Tian stared blankly at the sudden appearance of Jiang Lang, and after reacting, he quickly saluted.

“I’ve seen Jiang Dragon King on a snowy day!”

"Where's Lao Yiren?"

"Uh, no, I haven't seen it before."

Jiang Lang frowned and stared at Xue Tian. Seeing his nervous look, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then his eyes turned around without noticing.

"Lao Yi - don't hide from me - I have something serious to do with you -"

Jiang Lang stood on the mountain peak and roared. The sound was loud and like a long chant, which faintly shook the mountains and fields. The snow on many mountain peaks and trees fell one after another.

"I came here under orders, and I know you can hear it - let's forget about the past -"

The rumbling sound echoed in the mountains, startling the pilgrims and monks in Daqiu Temple, wondering where the huge sound came from.