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In the past few years, Jiyuan has traveled to many places, and I have seen some temples, but I have to say that in terms of scale alone, there is no temple in my impression that can compare with Daliang Temple.

In Ji Yuan's blurred vision, the Daliang Temple building complex in the distance is connected together, stretching for a short distance to the left and right of the line of sight, and the towering part should be a building similar to a Buddhist pagoda.

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

The bell continued to ring. Ordinary people also felt a long Buddhist rhythm when listening to the bell, and Ji Yuan could hear the sound of the chanting chanting along with the bell.

Under the meditative concentration, this Buddha's sound even briefly overshadowed the noise of the surrounding pilgrims and pedestrians, and lingered in Ji Yuan's ears alone.

"Yes, this Daliang Temple really has some ways, and it is indeed a Buddhist temple that can produce a monk like Huitong. Although it is not the field of King Ming, it is indeed extraordinary!"

Ji Yuan exclaimed in such a low voice, but he didn't expect to be heard by a middle-aged man with sensitive ears in such a noisy environment.

"Sir is right. This Daliang Temple is a two-hundred-year-old temple. It is the first Buddhist temple in the Liang Kingdom of our country. Master Huitong is a famous monk, and it is also a signboard of Daliang Temple today!"

Ji Fate can walk neither intentionally nor cast spells, but the breeze blows on his face while walking, his sleeves and temples are swept while his head is lifted and he has his own bearing.

Such an extraordinary man in a white shirt walking on the road has actually attracted a lot of attention. There have long been some discerning guesses that this must be a celebrity, but he is just afraid of being unpleasant, so most of them just watch a few more. The eyes won't pay too much attention.

And this man was the closer one. Seeing Ji Yuan's gaze swept over, the man slightly cupped his hands as he walked.

"Mr. Ting's accent is eloquent, but he's from near Nanshan Mansion?"

In the official language of Tingliang, we refer to Nanshan Fu, that is, the houses close to Tingqiu Mountain. It is recognized as the most correct and accurate language in China. Although it is very popular to learn that way of speaking, it is a pity that most places in Tingliang Although the language is similar, the local accents are very heavy, and it is difficult for people who are not really in the south to speak such a standard.

Ji Yuan saw that although this man was wearing a wide robe, he had round nails wrapped around his wrists, and his steps were neither too long nor too short.

Ji Yuan also kept walking and bowed his hands slightly in return, shook his head and smiled.

"I'm not from Nanshan Prefecture or Tingliang, but from Dazhen. I've heard about the fame of Daliang Temple for a long time, so I'm here to visit today."

When the man heard that Ji Yuan was actually from Dazhen, his eyes widened slightly. He looked up and down at Ji Yuan and then left and right to confirm that he was only alone, and introduced himself with a fist.

"It turned out to be a romantic and elegant scholar from Dazhen, disrespectful and disrespectful, who is under the iron wind, the iron of gold and iron, the wind of violent storm, the people of Jingliang Kyoto!"

"Jiyuan, in my heart there is a thousand-mile predestination."

Ji Yuan responded briefly, and looked towards the Daliang Temple in front of him. At a distance of less than 100 paces, there were many vendors outside the temple, and there were even many people setting up shanties, which seemed to be a market outside the temple.

Tie Feng was obviously very curious about Dazhen's place so far away. After he got to know each other, he walked together with Ji Yuan who talked and laughed together.

They are all measured people, and their chatting with each other is only superficial, and they do not explore anything in depth. They talk more about the customs and customs of their respective hometowns. Tie Feng also introduced the situation of Daliang Temple for Jiyuan, from the inside of several Buddhist pagodas. There are no eminent monks who come to the monastery, and when there will be a class of eminent monks to give lectures.

When passing through the market in front of the temple, Tie Feng bought a small bundle of incense, but Ji Yuan did not buy any incense candles. In Tie Feng's opinion, it may be that the scribe of Dazhen should not believe in ghosts, gods and gods. .

Compared with the liveliness of the external market, although the monastery is still full of pilgrims, it is obviously much quieter and more orderly, and there are very few people making loud noises. There are also monks all over the monastery to help pilgrims solve their problems.

When you get lost and can't find an exit or a latrine, what temple you want to go to, what monk you want to see, and what behavior violates the taboo of the temple, the monk will help or stop it.

The liveliness of Daliang Temple is evident from this.

"Hehe, Mr. Ji, Daliang Temple is not bad, right? Is there a similar famous temple in Dazhen?"

After entering the monastery, Tie Feng saw Ji Yuan frequently looking forward to it, stopping and pausing from time to time, and felt a little proud in his heart.

"Hehe, there is no temple of this size in Dazhen. According to Ji, this Daliang Temple is not only the first temple in your Tingliang Kingdom, but also the land of Tingliang, Zuyue, and Dazhen. the first temple."

"Oh? Mr. has also been to Zuyue?"

Tie Feng was even more curious, and to be able to say that, it must not be possible to just go through a random road.

"Well, I've been there. Except for a few places, it can be said that people's livelihood is difficult!"

Ji Yuan looked at the prosperity here, and then thought of the situation in the motherland of Yue, and couldn't help but sigh.

The two followed a group of pilgrims to the front of the Palace of King Ming in the temple. Tie Feng was about to go in and offer incense. After walking a few steps, they found that Ji Yuan had not followed. They turned to look and found that Ji Yuan had not stepped forward. .

"Mr. Ji, what's wrong?"

Ji Yuan slightly bowed his hands.

"Brother Tie has been worshipping the Buddha since he went to incense, and Ji will not go in to worship King Ming. It just so happens that there is an old friend in this Daliang Temple, so you and I will part ways."

"This, it's so sudden, I want to invite Mr. Ji to visit my iron house Beppu with me..."

Tie Feng was very speculative in his fate with Tongji, and he felt that he was a truly learned and talented scholar, and he didn't want to let it go.

"How about this, Mr. Ji will first worship Duke Ming with me, and then I will accompany Mr. to find the old man? Uh, if it is convenient!"

Ji Yuan smiled and waved his hand.

"No, no, it might be a little inconvenient. As for King Baiming..."

Ji Yuan took a look at the towering palace of King Ming. Through the wide open door, he could see the huge statue of King Ming with the Buddha's handprint in it.

"Haha, let it go!"

He cupped his hands again, Ji Yuan nodded towards Tie Feng, then turned around and strode away in the other direction without any hesitation.

Tie Feng looked at the steps of the main hall for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally continued to enter the Ming Palace. After all, Mr. Ji said it was inconvenient.

Ji Yuan had already communicated with Tie Feng before, and Ji Yuan already knew that most of the eminent monks of Daliang Temple practiced in the inner courtyard, and Hui Tong was no exception, so the direction was still very clear.

All the way to the north, I walked around the various buildings of the temple, and finally arrived in front of a courtyard wall arch, but there was actually a carriage parked here. You must know that no matter what your identity is, other pilgrims have to get off the carriage outside the temple and then come in. This carriage Actually drove directly into the depths of the temple.

However, I didn't think too much about this kind of thing. I walked towards the arch, and there was a sign "Pilgrims Stop" standing there, and there were also two sturdy monks.

Seeing Ji Yuan approaching, one of the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name and stretched out his hand to block the arch.

"It's good, King Buddha Daming, benefactor, the front is the backyard of my temple, and there are also eminent monks practising meditation, which is inconvenient for pilgrims to go to."

Ji Yuan bowed his hands in return.

"I'm not a pilgrim, and I won't force it. I'm here for my friends. Please tell Master Huitong, and say that Jiyuan is visiting and he will meet me."

Although Tie Feng kept saying that Master Huitong was definitely not in the temple, but at such a close distance, whether it was the sensing of the chess pieces or the calculation, it all pointed out that Huitong was in the Daliang Temple.

"Uh, this donor, Master Huitong, he's not here..."

"This master, monks don't lie, please let me know."

Ji Yuan stood there indifferently, a gentle and fresh air flowed between the words, which made the two monks subconsciously more willing to believe him, and stopped talking any more. After looking at each other, the other monk spoke.

"Then please wait a moment for the donor. I will immediately go to the backyard to report. If the uncle refuses to see you, please don't be annoyed."

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan responded and watched one of the monks leave in a hurry.

. . .

In a separate monastery in the inner courtyard of Daliang Temple, Monk Huitong lowered his head and put his hands together, sitting on the futon and chanting sutras in a low voice.

In front of him was a low table with a small incense burner lit with sandalwood on it, a plate of fruit, a teapot and tea set, and a few plates of cakes.

On the opposite side of the short table, a peach-colored shirt wearing a pearl hairpin was also sitting there, leaning forward slightly, supporting his calf with his arms, and watching Monk Huitong recite the scriptures. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The chant stopped after a while.

"Master Huitong, I still can't learn this Buddhist scripture."

After the woman said that, monk Huitong sighed and continued to recite the scriptures from the beginning.

At this time, outside the monastery, a sturdy monk came hurriedly, but he was not able to get close, and was stopped by a female officer.

"Stop, don't go over!"

The monk looked strange, he was clearly a monk of Daliang Temple, but was stopped by an outsider, but he also knew the importance, understood that this person could not be provoked, and told the truth.

"This donor, there is an old friend of Uncle Hui's visiting outside, I need to report it."

"Old man? Who is it? Let me tell you!"

"Uh, the donor's name is Ji Yuan. He said that when he heard his name, Shishu would meet him."

The female officer repeated it and asked again.

"Which one counts which fate?"

"Uh, this, the little monk doesn't know."

"It's so unreliable! Wait, I'll report it!"

"Yes! It's work..."

The female official nodded, turned around and walked towards the place of the monk's hall, and reached the door in a few steps.

"Dong dong dong..."

"What's up?"

"Miss, a monk said that someone who claimed to be an old friend of Master Huitong came to visit Master, whose name was Ji Yuan."

Before the woman said the next sentence, she saw the monk Huitong who was chanting scriptures suddenly raised his head.

"Mr. Ji?"

Monk Huitong's voice was surprised, but his heart was filled with joy, sir, it's just at the right time!