The Hanging Temple, which is so skillful, stands on the edge of the "big terrace", and even feels that it can directly pick the clouds.

However, there was no one on the large terrace. When I walked down the plank road, I saw no other monks.

It was getting late and the monks stopped coming and going, so they went back to rest?

At night, it is indeed not advisable to walk around in these places, which is more dangerous.

Those welcoming monks should also have their own meditation rooms and wing rooms in the second hall building.

Tang Monk carefully raised his feet and walked up the steps with difficulty and determination.

This step is much more dangerous than other parts of the plank road. The wooden boards are empty, and you can see the "abyss" under your feet through the gaps.

After only ten steps, Tang Monk walked for two minutes before stepping onto the large terrace.

Half of the large terrace is covered by the extended eaves, and half is completely exposed to the sky.

You can see that the parts outside are obviously much older after being exposed to sun and rain.

On the right side, which is the direction of the terrace facing the inside of the mountain cliff, is the door of a main hall.

The tall vermilion red door was covered with a faint closure.

Tang Monk slowly let out a breath, walked to the door, and did not deliberately look inside, and said aloud: "My monk Xuanzang, who came from the Tang Dynasty in the East, is here to visit Master Jinchi."

To be honest, if Tang Seng hadn't had his sincere tone, it would have sounded a bit provocative.

A "creak" sound.

The door slowly opened inward, and a sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name came out.

Tang Monk was slightly stunned for a moment. The door was hidden in front of him and did not close completely. Why didn't he hear the sound?

The door was open, but it was still quite dark inside.

After all, it was getting late and there was no good light. Only some shaking candlelights were seen, as well as some vague and hazy backs of some monks.

The door opener was a young monk with red lips and white teeth and a likable appearance. He was wearing a generous monk's robe that was not particularly fit. He clasped his hands together and smiled at Tang Monk: "Master Xuanzang, all senior brothers, uncles, masters are in the evening class, please wait for a while."

"It was me who disturbed me." Tang Monk returned the favor.

The little monk smiled and closed the door again. This time he was closed tightly and the chanting sutras and Buddha's life no longer spread.

Tang Monk turned his head and saw Sun Wukong, a disciple who did not look like a Buddhist disciple, standing on the edge and looking outside.

Judging from the appearance, I feel like I will be back at any time.

"Wukong, don't stand there. It's very dangerous if there is wind." Tang Seng said.

"Master, I can fly." Yang Que turned his head and smiled.

Waited for about five minutes.

The door opened again, and an old monk with kind eyes but a pretty golden dress came out: "Master Xuanzang."

"Master Jinchi?"

The two greeted each other and started talking.

Without direct meditation and debate, Tang Seng explained his origin and purpose.

Master Jin Chi was very easy to speak and said very generously that he could sit with Tang Seng and stay in the Zen Temple tonight.

The two walked into the hall, and Yang Que followed behind.

The hall is quite spacious, with four dragon pillars standing, and a golden statue three meters and four meters high facing the gate.

The statue can be vaguely seen as a classic Guanyin shape, but it is not particularly clear and the workmanship is relatively rough.

After Tang Monk came in, he saluted the statue first.

"This is..." Master Jin Chi looked at Yang Que.

"Oh, this is my miserable disciple. He is not a real monk. His Dharma name is Wukong." Tang Seng said, "I would like to ask the master to arrange a rest for him."

"Break the stubborn and wise, Wukong, okay." Master Jinchi nodded, praised, and turned his head, "Fa Ming, Fa Ming..."

He shouted twice, and a bald monk walked out from behind the statue with a smile on his face: "Master."

"Fa Ming, take this little master Wukong to rest." Jin Chi said, "I will have a long talk with Master Xuanzang."

"Okay." Faming nodded and walked to Yangque to guide him, "Please follow me, little master."

Yang Que glanced at Tang Seng and followed Faming to the side hall next to him.

"Where is that little monk just now?" Yang Que asked casually.

"Is the little master asking Master Kong Xuan?"

"I wonder who it is. Do you have many young monks here?" Yang Que said.

"Of course not. There were many in the past, but now only Master Kong Xuan is left." Faming said.

"Well, why is this?"

"Because I can't endure hardship." Faming smiled, "Although my Guanyin Zen Temple is a little famous, it is also a hanging temple on the top of the mountain. There are too many inconveniences, and some children can't endure hardship."

"Oh." Yang Que nodded, "So there is only one left now?"

"Well, Master Kong Xuan is not old, but he is very hard-working." Faming said, "We all admire him very much. Master also promised him not to do morning and evening classes."

"You were just doing evening classes?"

To put it bluntly, the so-called morning and evening classes are similar to students' morning and evening reading.

But one is reading and the other is chanting scriptures.

"Yes." Faming nodded.

The two of them said while walking.

Passing the side hall, corridor, mountain passage, plank road, and round trip, the two of them came to a place similar to the terrain of the valley.

It's not a cave, you can see the sky directly upwards.

There are some small trees and grass growing here, and flowing water flows out from the cracks in the rock wall, forming a pool of water on the ground.

The pool is not big, only a few dozen square meters, but it looks quite shallow.

It has a faint meaning of a small waterfall and a deep pool.

There is a row of small wooden houses opposite the pool, with a total of eighteen rooms, which looks quite complete.

"This is where some monks in my temple rest." Faming took Yang Que to a wooden house and opened the door, "Don't walk around at night. Some places have been disrepaired for a long time, and even we will have times of mistakes."

"Yeah." Yang Que glanced at the wooden house. It was empty inside. Apart from a wooden bed and an old and even a bit moldy bedding, there was only one wooden barrel.

"If you need convenience..." Faming pointed to the wooden barrel.

"Okay." Yang Que nodded.

"Also, don't use water in the pool." Faming reminded again.

"Why?" Yang Que was a little curious, "Is there anything wrong with the water?"

"No." Faming's expression, which had been smiling calmly, changed slightly, "This is the only two water source in the Zen temple..."

The implication is that I am afraid that Yang Que will get dirty.

After pausing, Faming continued, "I'll bring water to the little master later?"

"No need." Yang Que waved his hand, "Don't worry, I won't walk around."

"It's getting late, my little master will take a break early." Faming closed his hands and bowed slightly, and closed the door for Yang Que.

As the door closed, the room became completely dark.

There is not even a candle inside.

Even if there is, it cannot be lit without fire.

After a while, Yang Que heard footsteps and opened the window and took a look.

Five monks hurried here, entered the cabin and closed the door.

Soon, bursts of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name came.

I don’t know where in the Zen Temple, but there was a sound of bell rumbling, and the lingering sound was endless.

Mixed with the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name, you will not realize the solemn treasure chest, nor will you be quiet and empty.
Chapter completed!