Chapter 160

"Lingling, Lingling..."

At 8:00 in the morning, I was called by the alarm clock. Although my sleepiness has improved significantly after practicing magic, and there is a system operating in my body, I will not easily feel tired, but it's really comfortable to sleep

After Duan Qingtian left yesterday, the topic here became "meeting a living officer". Only Dong Xinyi was willing to talk to me. Later, those people were discussing Duan Qingtian and Nie Ze. I'm not in the mood to chat with them. I came up after dinner. Today I must feel what this legendary single dining hall looks like.

But I have other things to do than eat

At nine o'clock, I went out of the door. After using the hearing improved by the system last night and my careful investigation, I also found out the room arrangement of this hotel.

The hotel has ten floors, the first floor and the top floor. For safety, all kinds of arms are stationed to protect it. The second floor is occupied by the second lieutenant and his subordinates. The third floor is occupied by the captain and the second lieutenant. Dong Xinyi is the second lieutenant. She lives in room 3021 on the third floor. I have recorded all of them. The fourth floor is where the major and the commander live. I should live on this floor, but I am the agent of the Eastern Division.

When we get to the rank of Colonel, it's one floor. The fifth floor is where the colonels live. The sixth floor, senior colonel, Xue Biao should live in a room there No, no, he's also an agent. Is that the same floor as me?

The seventh floor is where I live. It's where the agent lives. I thought about it. There are only two agents in China and the East. There are two agents in each area. There are only four people on this floor. What a waste!

But it's not too wasteful because it's a suite from this floor, and there's also a restaurant for this floor. Besides, there are only three people on the upper floor, the eighth floor and the ninth floor

The eighth level is the manager of the Eastern Division and the Chinese division. They are jointly managed by three people. In the shadow army, there are no official posts, and four agents are in their charge.

The ninth floor is where commander Duan and two deputy commanders Wenwu live.

I went down to the first floor. At this time, the restaurant stopped cooking, but I didn't plan to eat here, including the restaurant on my floor. I also plan to taste it when I get back.

I went out to find a steamed bun shop and ate some steamed buns. I was so greedy for him! Then he drove to the suburbs.

Here in the capital, I visited several times when I was a child, but I must have visited some scenic spots. I will not come to this place, but now I know the importance of this place, so I want to have a look here.

Yunmiao temple!

The first temple in the world, the temple of master Ruyan, the first great mage. I inquired about it. Every morning, in order to burn incense, there is a sea of people outside the gate of the mountain, and there is an endless stream of people! Now, although the first incense must have been burned, there are no fewer people. People say that there are so many temples in the world with statues of Buddha. The Buddha himself can't take care of them, and the yunmiao temple is the one that he often takes care of.

The rest are well-known ones like West Lake Lingyin.

On the way up the mountain, I saw a lot of people wearing down jackets, spitting white air, and talking about how the yunmiao Temple worked, how they would like to burn incense

There are also devout people who worship in three steps and kowtow in five steps. I only heard about this scene among those who have been to Tibet, but the passers-by around him have already seen it, as if it often happens.

In contrast, my new arrival was out of place. When I looked at the devout man with great interest, people around me looked at me in surprise, but then disappeared.

In this way, I was pushed all the way up the mountain. The mountain gate was vast and there were many people. I could only see my head but not my legs. When I stepped up the stairs, I could see three very thick incense sticks in the incense burner in the courtyard, with lots of cigarettes floating around. A few people are standing in front, holding incense and worshiping.

Where can I see such a scene!

Although there are a large number of Shamis in the temple, in front of this number, they are in a hurry. I look around, not far from the right side, there is a room with a big open door, on which there is a plaque with red background and black words: "Lingxiang place"!

I walked over and saw that there were three long tables in the house. Except for the one at the door, there were all three long tables on the other side. They were covered with red cloth and piled with various kinds of incense, thick and thin, strong and short. Behind each table, there was an old monk with a kind face. He put his hands together and looked at the visitors with a smile. When people came here to receive incense, he saluted slightly and said, "Amitabha."

The incense here is free!

I've been to temples before. I want tickets and money to buy incense. But here, it's not at all. Visitors can receive incense at will. If they want to know about it, whether it's long or short, it's up to them.

You know, people, there is a kind of bad nature, big mistakes are not made, but small things are fussy. When it comes to cheapness, it's basically a normal. Often watch the news, where the truck overturned, people around to pick up the goods. There was another time, when there was heavy snow, the local people used salt to melt the snow. As a result, several bags were lost in a twinkling of an eye. It's all industrial salt! You can't eat! Fortunately, the news was released in time, otherwise there would be a big problem.All in all, being greedy for the cheap is a common fault of one person, but here, it's not at all.

All of them were pious and kind-hearted. They saluted the old monk behind the table and took the incense with their hands. Those who seek great things take big incense and coarse incense, while those who do small things take small incense and fine incense. They all take only three sticks, without greed or plunder.

I watched it quietly for more than ten minutes and only saw a scene of harmony. This is the first temple in the world! This is yunmiao temple!

Suddenly, a young monk outside led a well-dressed man to come in. I saw that his clothes were half a grade higher than others. He was not an ordinary person in appearance and posture. Some people around him began to whisper. I listened carefully and vaguely knew that this man was a local rich man.

The man, like others, took incense and worshipped each other with the old monk, and then went out of the room under the guidance of the little monk. I followed him to see that the man went all the way to the store, lit the incense in his hand, knelt on the futon, worshipped three times, and then got up to insert the incense into the censer. He was very devout.

After all this last night, the rich man talked to the monk again. After listening carefully, I wanted to donate some incense money to the temple.

At this moment, I felt as if I had crossed the world, not now, but in the past, in the world in that TV play.

However, their clothes are telling me that I am really in the present

Just at this time, a voice behind me pulled me back from the illusory world: "benefactor, what can I do for you?"

Brush -

everything in front of me became clear again. I looked back and saw a middle-aged monk standing behind me.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, hello." I quickly put my hands together and said respectfully.

Before I became a mage, I had a sense of awe for my family. At that time, I didn't know if there was any Buddha in the world, but I always felt that there was a power in the dark, which made me have to do so. People, no matter whether they believe in God or not, it's better to have some awe.

Looking at me like this, the monk had a stronger smile and asked again, "what's the matter, benefactor?"

"Er..." I think about it for a while, and I'd better say, "Ji Cheng Guo Rui, I've heard a lot about master Ruyan. I'm here to visit you."

The monk gave me a lot of help, and suddenly felt something. Maybe he felt my power fluctuation, and said, "well, benefactor, this way, please."

Buddhism is a good place to be pure. Although master Ruyan is the best in the world, it seems that it's hard to see him. But as a monk, how can he not see his guests? If a guest comes from afar and admires his name, it's time to see him.

I followed the monk to a room, which was similar to what I saw in nangongyu last time. The monk arranged for me to sit down, ordered me to see tea, told me to invite the master, and then walked out.

I sit in the room. On the table is a pot of tea and two cups. It's not good tea. It's full of stars. It's commonly known as high broken tea. It's all leftover tea. All kinds of tea are mixed together. When brewing, you have to grasp a large pot, or you can't make it. It's said that many people like to drink it. I'm tired of it. It's really different when I drink it, but it's just a cheap mouth. I can't drink it well.

I'm not a good tea man. I don't know the tea ceremony. I just know a little bit about it. In addition, I'm fat and have a big mouth. I almost have one cup at a time. After drinking two cups, there is a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.

It's a knock on the door. If it's loud, it's beating the door. If it's bigger, it's smashing the door

"Come in, please." It's my first experience to let the host knock at the door when I am in someone else's place. I'm afraid I'll break the rules when I have to say something like this. Just watch It's quite true, but it's always weird.

As soon as the door opened, a master came in from the outside, wearing a monk's robe and cassock, hanging 108 Buddhist beads around his neck, holding a string of 27 beads in his hand, twisting slowly. You should be 40 or 50 years old, but when you get to this point of cultivation, you may not be able to judge your age by your looks. You are about 1.8 meters tall, with nine scars on your head, a smile on your face, a kind and kind face, two ears drooping, three long whiskers, and a white beard. After entering the door, he turned back and closed the door gently. Some of them turned back, pedaled their shoes, walked slowly, put their hands together, and said "Amitabha."

I also hastened to return the salute. I got up quickly and walked over quickly. Similarly, I put my hands together, recited Amitabha and asked, "are you master Ruyan?"

"Yes, I dare to ask what sect the benefactor belongs to. Maybe he knows me." Master Ruyan said that his voice was peaceful and comfortable.

"The son doesn't speak his father's name, the apprentice doesn't speak his teacher's name. The master is an old man, and he will understand from the top to the next."

"Oh, I see. What do you mean by coming this time?" Master Ruyan asked with a smile.

"No, no, no, no, I'm here to visit you." I said quickly.

Master Ruyan looked at me, and suddenly there was a strange color in his eyes. He was surprised and relieved, as if he had got some treasure. I was dazzled, but it was only a moment before I recovered. He said: "old friend, I'm not well treated here. There's only coarse tea in the temple. Please use it."Then he led me to the table again, and I sat opposite each other.