Chapter 192 Guyun Temple

Five days later, Shanxi.

Five days ago, Tang Linjun, who returned to Hangzhou, accompanied Xu Xinyu in Hangzhou for two days, and then embarked on a trip to Shanxi after the company and Lao Wang and others handled the business for two days.

Wutai Mountain is located in Shanxi, while the Jinge Temple is located in the southwest of Wutai Mountain.

It is late April of the lunar calendar. As we all know, the eighth, eighteenth and twenty-eighth of the fourth lunar month are all days for temple fairs. This ancient martial arts gathering is scheduled for the 29th day of the fourth lunar month, which is after the temple fair.

The reason why Tang Linjun came out a few days in advance was that he wanted to walk around and take a look, and the other was to check out the spot first.

That's right, when the leader was in the army, he had to have security personnel to check out the site before he had to travel, which was also to ensure the leader's safety.

And this time he went to the site for his own safety. If something happened at the ancient martial arts gathering, he could only be foolproof if he had advances and retreats.

When Tang Linjun came out this time, he deliberately dressed himself up like a tourist, wearing a sportswear, a pair of glasses, and carrying a travel bag.

After leaving Taiyuan Airport, Tang Linjun took a taxi directly into Taiyuan, and then took the shuttle bus that day to Qizhou. He arrived in Wutai County in the evening.

Wutai Mountain is located in Wutai County, Shanxi Province. Perhaps due to the reputation of Wutai Mountain, Wutai County is quite good compared with some small counties in the mainland.

Although it was almost dark, Tang Linjun did not want to live in the county town. After eating a bowl of noodles and drinking a bottle of beer, he continued to rush on the road, not taking a bus, but walking.

Mount Wutai is regarded as the four famous mountains of Buddhism and has a long historical heritage. Tang Linjun also knew that both Zen and Tantric Buddhism had some real powerful existences. He came to Mount Wutai in advance to see if he could meet some strange people who surpassed ancient martial arts, such as women with foundation-building cultivation like the kind of ruthless villain of the Baihua Sect.

He ran the fetal breathing stalk to converge his breath, just like an ordinary person. I believe that even if the cruel sister came over at this time, she might not find that he had cultivation.

At 7:30 p.m., Tang Linjun started to rush the mountain. There were not many other temples in Mount Wutai, but there were many large and small temples. There were more than a hundred temples around Mount Wutai.

This is like a crowd, just like a market to do business, and the temples are piled up.

Tang Linjun had no target, nor did he deliberately look at the map. He just walked around and stopped, and he was carrying a high-power camera around his neck. He was really like a tourist, but this tourist was also a lost person.

Wutai Mountain is very quiet at night. Although it is almost May of the lunar calendar, the weather is still a bit cold at night, and there is no one on the mountain at night.

At some point, it began to rain in the sky. Tang Linjun immediately took out an umbrella from his bag and walked quickly towards a temple in the distance.

Looking at the night, Tang Linjun saw that the temple gate was red, and at the same time he also remembered a yellow joke about likable poems.

There are four great people: the gate of the temple, the pot of a pig slaughtering, the girl's shorts, and the clouds burning!

The doors of all temples in the world are dyed red with vermilion paint, and the doors of the temples are not easily opened. They are not like their own yards. They always open the doors for ventilation. There is no such distance in the temple, as if this vermilion gate isolates the world.

Yes, when Tang Linjun looked at some ancient Buddhist books before, he introduced that there are two explanations in Buddhism that the reason why the temple gate is red.

One is the world of the world, which is to isolate the world of the world with a door, and the second is to be evil. According to legend, the red of the temple gate is not a single red lacquer, there is also cinnabar inside, and the blood of the monks when building the temple.

From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, cinnabar itself is a thing that can relieve shock and drive away evil spirits. The blood of monks is probably even more shocking than cinnabar?

When Tang Linjun approached the temple gate, he was also seen the name of the temple, Guyun Temple!

Guyun Temple?

Tang Linjun had never heard of this kind of temple name, but since he came, it would be good to rest here for a night. He had heard before that some white-collar workers or wealthy people in the city would choose to enter the temple to practice for a while when they were tired of the intense life of the Jianshi. Of course, they were just practicing for the rest of their life. After returning to the city, women would still eat big fish and meat.

Like Yuwen Liang's mother, she would come to Jinge Temple in Wutai Mountain to fulfill her wish every year. She would stay for many days. This is also a kind of escape from the world and a kind of life.

With a "squeak", just as Tang Linjun was about to squeak towards Zhuhong's gate, the Zhuhong's gate opened automatically, and then a bald donkey with fierce appearance, triangular eyes and blue veins on his forehead stretched out his head.

The monk is at least 1.80 meters tall, not only with a big bra and a round waist, but his body exudes a faint murderous aura.

That's right, Tang Linjun only glanced at the monk and felt that the monk had murderous aura, or that this man had killed someone before.

"The donor is lost in the mountains and forests. I meet Zen dew at night. Please come in and rest!" The monk opened the door and asked him to enter the temple.

Tang Linjun was shocked and Hunnian released it carefully.

There is no camera around the temple gate, which means that the people who came to the temple did not see it, but there was a murderous monk who came to open the door, which was not in line with common sense.

So soul thought instantly enveloped this small ancient cloud temple.

That's right, this Guyun Temple is very small, only 200 meters away from left to right, and there is only one yard in the entire temple, like a courtyard, with wing rooms in the east and west, main rooms in the north, and Talin, behind the yard, there are more than a dozen ancient pagodas with different heights.

Tang Linjun knew that the ancient pagoda was the tomb of a famous monk after his death. According to his merits and fortunes during his lifetime, pagodas of varying degrees of high-almurs would also be built on the tomb to show his merits during his lifetime.

After Tang Linjun used soul thoughts to cover the entire temple, he did not pay attention to the dead towers, but instantly locked two people, one was a monk sitting in the main room, in his forty years, and the other was an old monk living in the wing room.

"Huh?" The middle-aged monk who was meditating with his eyes closed seemed to feel something. When Tang Linjun's soul thought shot him, he exclaimed lightly, opened his eyes, and looked in the direction of Tang Linjun.

Tang Lin's mind tightened instantly and he was so scared that he immediately shrank back!

The old monk in the yard did not respond, but the middle-aged monk sitting in the main room could find his soul-sighted spy?

"Master, Cao, there are masters in such a broken temple. But is this monk practicing qi or spiritual practice?" As far as he knows, Buddhist children do not practice qi, but karma and mental power.

The ruthless sister-in-law and the lewd nun were not considered a Buddhist. How could a Buddhist want to cut off a man's penis and drink?

"Donor!" The monk with murderous aura at the door found that Tang Linjun did not answer him. Instead, his face changed constantly, and then shouted again. In fact, he was inexplicably surprised. The host asked him to open the door to welcome guests, and there was really someone outside the door!

"Okay, thank you Master!" Tang Linjun did not retreat after his thoughts flashed. He also wanted to see how profound the middle-aged monk inside was. Besides, he had no grudges and grudges with the monk. He didn't need to kill him, right?

He has no reason to retreat when someone opens the door to welcome guests.

"Please come from the donor." After the murderous monk made a gesture of invitation, he took Tang Linjun to the yard.

There is not even a Buddha statue in this dilapidated temple. Unlike other temples, there are Guanyin and Tathagata. It seems like an ordinary mountain family.

"Please follow me, donor." The monk full of murderous aura asked nothing, and asked Tang Linjun directly into the main room, which was the square hall where the middle-aged monk was.

There is a Buddha statue in this hall, but it is not Tathagata or Guanyin, but a kind of arhat that Tang Linjun had never seen before. He had a distorted face and killed arhats, which was very scary!

The monk with murderous aura retreated, and the middle-aged monk sitting on the ground did not get up when Tang Linjun entered, but turned his back to him.

Tang Linjun knew that the middle-aged monk had very high cultivation, but he looked at his body as empty as he was not a qi-training monk at all.

"Why did the donor visit me late at night?" The middle-aged monk said this after a long time.

"Master, are you wrong? I was called in by your people. I didn't want to come in, I just wanted to stand at your doorstep to shelter from the rain!" Tang Linjun's face was strange. The middle-aged monk didn't speak authentically. He asked him to come in and said he was here to visit?

"It's my monk who is reckless!" The middle-aged monk smiled in silence. He didn't expect that this person who visited the night was still a slut!

"No, no, the master asked me to come in. You are merciful. But I like to be more direct and more refreshing. If you have something to say, you will say it directly. I know there is something else to ask me to come in!" Tang Linjun was not interested in monks and nuns. Although they sacrificed their lives to save the world, they were too mean to be a waste of themselves. They could not eat meat, drink wine, and eat girls, and even have sons. If people all over the world became monks and nuns, this human being would be dead!

Of course, Buddhism talks about the six realms and reincarnation, and believes that there are three thousand parallel worlds in the universe. After achieving the right result in this world, it will be reborn in another world. This is also the karma mentioned in the Buddha's words.

"Please sit down by donor!" After hearing Tang Linjun's straightforward words, the middle-aged monk turned slightly and signaled Tang Linjun to sit on the cushion.

Of course, Tang Linjun would not stand, but sat face to face with the middle-aged monk.

After seeing Tang Linjun so calm, the middle-aged monk said lightly: "From the first step on my Wutai Mountain, I sensed the disaster in my Wutai Mountain. The donor was covered in blood and his eyes were full of evil spirits. He faintly affected my Wutai luck. I ask the donor, why are you here and where are you going?" After the monk said, he stared at Tang Linjun with his eyes flashing.

"Master, please don't put gilds on my face, okay?" Tang Linjun was shocked, but there was no expression on his face, and he didn't understand what the middle-aged monk meant.
Chapter completed!