Chapter 1119

Lin Zichen can be sure who the monk is contacting, otherwise he wouldn't deliberately hide his actions.

But he didn't say anything. After all, if someone leads the way, it's always faster. What he needs is time.

Later, Lin Zichen followed the monk up a mountain road.

At the south foot of Longxue mountain, it is basically a wild mountain without artificial signs. If there is no guide, it is really difficult to find the right way. Based on this, the monk really bought time for Lin Zichen.

There is a temple on the hillside. The mountain fog curls around it. Warblers sing occasionally in the quiet environment, which is somewhat pleasant.

In the courtyard, several grey monks swept the fallen leaves in the courtyard. The monk's clothes were all cotton. It can be seen that the temperature in the mountain is very low.

The door of the temple was divided into left and right. Three old monks who looked 70 or 80 years old came out. The clothes of the old monks were different from other monks. They were all yellow monk clothes, and the ring scars on their heads were also different. Most of the other monks in the temple had three or six ring scars, while the three old monks had nine.

The three old monks walked out of the hall with a peaceful smile on their faces. The old monk walking in the middle had white beard, drooping chest and extraordinary appearance. Although he was obviously over 80, he had a ruddy complexion and a tall and straight body. There was no sign of aging except the vicissitudes of wrinkles and wisps of white beard on his face.

Just out of the hall door, a middle-aged monk trotted all the way to the three.

"Abbot, Yuan Feng just sent a message that someone is coming at the foot of the mountain." Said the middle-aged monk.

Hearing the speech, the octogenarian monk frowned slightly, looked at each other with the other two monks and said, "here you are?"

"Abbot, should it be the man that the witch lingpo said?"

The abbot nodded: "it's getting late. It won't be the donor who comes to give alms. It should be. When you come, you'll come. I'll wait here."

"Abbot, what lingpo said... This benefactor should be Lin Ye of tianwubang." Old monk beside me.

The abbot was silent for a moment, nodded and smiled: "whoever comes to my Luoshan temple is destined to be my Buddha and entrusted by lingpo. We should treat ourselves well."

The abbot looked around the courtyard and said, "tell everyone not to leave their meditation room tonight. Come with me and receive distinguished guests in my meditation room!"

With that, the Abbot turned and walked to the backyard, and the other two old monks followed.

Entering the meditation room, there were only three old monks left. The abbot looked at the other two and said, "Huiji and Huizhen, what do you think?"

At this time, the Abbot's face no longer had the smile just now, but a serious face with a dignity rarely seen in ordinary days.

Huiji and Huizhen looked at each other. Huiji said, "abbot, this time lingpo really gave us a hard bone, Lord Lin... But it's official!"

"Yes, although it's a martial artist, since it's an official, if we offend, we'll really get into trouble. Abbot, we still need to think about it in the long run." Hui Zhen said.

Hearing the speech, the abbot smiled: "ha ha, in fact, what you said is not wrong. Lord Lin should be a hard bone, but... Have you ever thought that this might be an opportunity for us?"

"Opportunity?" The two should say at the same time.

The abbot just smiled and said nothing. His eyes narrowed slightly, with an incomprehensible charm in his eyes.

"Abbot, what you said can't be..." said, Hui Ji's expression showed a touch of shock, and Hui Zhen was the same, and her expression immediately changed.

"Hehe, after more than thirty years, the opportunity... Finally came. Huizhen, you'd better take a disciple to the door and wait a minute. Sometimes such an expert is very arrogant and angry if he doesn't greet him well." Said the abbot.

"Yes, abbot."

He followed the monk all the way up the mountain until it was dark. Lin Zichen saw a not high building in the mountain fog not far away.

After all, in this deep mountain, there is no need to decorate the temple very magnificent, so the tallest building in the temple is the two-story hall.

"Is that the Luoshan temple?" Lin Zichen said.

The little monk nodded: "yes, benefactor, because the location of our Luoshan temple is blocked by the mountain, it is in the afternoon when we really feel the direct sun every day, that is, before the sun is about to set, so it is called Luoshan temple."

"Shit, is your leader a fool? He won't choose a place when building the temple." Sang Tianlei sniffed.

"Benefactor, the Luoshan temple has been built for three or four hundred years. In fact, it was not like this at the beginning. Because the mountain was slowly deforming, it was difficult to restrain the growth of tall plants, which blocked the east of our temple." The little monk said.

Lin Zichen nodded: "this is also possible. After hundreds of years, everything in heaven, earth, mountains and rivers will change. Tianlei, don't talk nonsense. We're ready to enter the temple."

After Lin Zichen said this, Chen Weilong and sang Tianlei became vigilant at the same time. This is also a kind of code language. Usually, Lin Zichen only emphasizes preparation in the execution of tasks, and today... Is obviously sending a signal to them.

Approaching the Luoshan temple, Lin Zichen looked at the surrounding environment. In fact, it was not quiet, but it seemed a little desolate.

Most of the surrounding trees have withered, the ground is covered with dead leaves and the branches are bare. After all, the Dragon Snow Mountain is cold all the year round. Anyway, it also looks particularly bleak and sad.

The lacquer skin on the temple door was already in tatters, and the copper door rings were almost black. The little monk came forward and knocked a few times, and the door was broken.

A monk came out of the door. When he saw Lin Zichen, he put his hands together and said Amitabha. Although Lin Zichen was not a Buddhist, they also returned the ceremony.

"Elder martial brother, these benefactors, master Huiyuan around your waist."

Hearing the speech, the monk in the door looked at Lin Zichen, immediately nodded, folded his hands and bowed slightly: "benefactors, come with me."

With that, the monk turned and walked inside, but Lin Zichen was a little stunned. The Luoshan temple is located in the wild mountains. Occasionally, a benefactor came. Was the monk surprised? And not only was it not unexpected, it seemed as if it had been expected.

Thinking of this, he nodded secretly. It's not unusual. Just now the little monk secretly sent a message. I think the people in the temple must have known that they were coming.

It's reasonable to say that a temple wouldn't let Lin Zichen be so vigilant, but after all, lingpo asked them to come, and said... Wu Shuanger is also here. Obviously, the Luoshan temple is definitely not simple.

Walking into the yard, Lin Zichen could see that everything in the yard looked very shabby, but to his surprise, there was no one in the yard, which was a little strange.

"Master, how many people are there in this Luoshan temple?" Lin Zichen said.

"Benefactor, our temple is an ancient temple. Although it is poorer, there are many monks, a total of 73 people. Occasionally, some layman disciples come to the temple to practice Zen, and more than 100 people."

Lin Zichen nodded and smiled. That's right. Not to mention a hundred people, Luoshan temple is not large. It accommodates 73 monks, but there is no one in the courtyard. This itself is not normal.

However, Lin Zichen didn't say. He followed the monk into a path, and through the path was the main hall in the temple. In front of the main hall stood three monks, the middle of whom was about seventy or eighty years old, and followed by two middle-aged monks, who should be his disciples.

Seeing Lin Zichen walking in, the old monk stepped forward: "Amitabha, benefactor Lin, I'm waiting here."

Hearing the speech, Lin Zichen affirmed his idea. It seems that not only the little monk informed Luoshan temple, but also lingpo has said hello here. This time, he really jumped into the trap laid by others.

"Thank you, master, but I don't have leisure to discuss Buddhism with you. I'm here to find master Huiyuan." Lin Zichen came straight to the point. After all, he didn't have time to chat with these monks.

Hui Zhen nodded: "benefactor, come with me to the meditation room."

Lin Zichen hesitated for a moment, but he still followed up.

Walking to the Abbot's Zen room, Lin Zichen looked at the Zen room. Although it was obviously more solemn than other Zen rooms, it was still very dilapidated. Obviously, the economic situation of Luoshan temple should be general.

"Benefactor Lin, this is the Abbot's meditation room. Please stay for a while."

Hearing the speech, sang Tianlei said, "don't do this. Don't try to play tricks. I tell you, old bald donkey, you'd better let the witch frost go and don't fix these useless things!"

Saying this, sang Tianlei raised his fist, but Huizhen didn't show fear. He smiled and smiled a little kindly: "benefactor, don't be angry. This is the pure land of Buddhism. Hope to understand."

Sang Tianlei was about to speak. Lin Zichen shook his head: "Tianlei, you watch in front of the door."

"But Zichen..."

"Listen to me, if I can't see Shuanger, I won't make the Luoshan Temple better!"

With that, Lin Zichen lifted up the curtain and went in, but his last words changed Hui Zhen's face slightly.

Walking into the meditation room, Lin Zichen saw the other two old monks. Although they were wearing similar clothes, he fell on the abbot at a glance. After all, the aura was unmatched by others.

"This is Abbot Huiyuan."

Lin Zichen looked at the old monk. His face was as heavy as water and calm. He said secretly that he was master Huiyuan and would never be wrong.

Hearing the speech, abbot Huiyuan opened his eyes and smiled: "benefactor Lin, I've been waiting for a long time."

"It seems that lingpo has told the master, so don't waste time and hand over the witch frost." Lin Zichen said coldly.

Huiyuan sighed when he heard the speech: "benefactor, I'm afraid I can't decide this matter."

"Hmm? Hehe, the Luoshan temple is under the management of the master. If you can't make the decision, don't you want to support me to the red witch clan?" Lin Zichen's voice was full of anger. Obviously, his patience had reached the limit.

Huiyuan naturally heard the meaning of the words. He showed some helplessness and said: "no, I don't want to say that the red witch can make the decision, but... Only the Buddha can make the decision!"

"What? Master Huiyuan, I don't have any interest in joking. Do you mean to ask the Buddha for someone?"

Hearing the speech, Huiyuan got up and sighed: "benefactor, Wu Shuanger is related to the safety of the Wu people, my Luoshan temple, and even the people in Miao!"