Folin Temple is located in the Central Plains.

The Pure Land Sect's ancestral temple was divided into two branches, one was in Xiangji Temple in Chang'an and the other was in Donglin Temple in Lushan. The White Lotus Sect was born from Donglin Temple, and the Buddha Lin Temple... was born from Xiangji Temple.

As time passed, after the separation of Folin Temple from Xiangji Temple, it was no longer located in the Three Qin land, but at the junction of Qin and Yu.

Temples with unfamous reputation will not be very popular either.

The people only know that this is a temple, which can pray to God and Buddha to satisfy their spiritual sustenance. That's all.

In June, I saw the tall ginkgo in Xiangji Temple, which was as tall as a canopy.

Feng Qiang and Qin Kun came to the gate of the temple. Feng Qiang curled his lips and said, "If it weren't for this ginkgo tree, the incense of the Buddha's forest temple would have been cut off long ago. Many people saw the ginkgo tree and felt that the temple had a spirit. The life in the Buddha's forest temple was much better."

Qin Kun nodded, and Feng Shui also said that if willows and locust trees do not enter the house, ginkgo trees will enter the house and the land will be full of wealth. Trees are indeed good trees.

The door was quaint, the plaques were mottled, and there was no ticket to the temple. Qin Kun and Feng Qiang walked in with the pilgrims.

Perhaps it is almost the harvest season of the year, and many people enter the temple to bless the good weather in the next few months. Listening to their lyrics, Qin Kun is puzzled: "Buddha still cares about this?"

Feng Qiang lowered his voice: "It's just a spiritual sustenance, you're just a caress."

Qin Kun was speechless, and the monks in the temple did not dissuade him. He really didn't need to care about so much.

The Folin Temple is very small, and the backyard is a place for the cultivation and the monk's residence. There is a monk on duty. Qin Kun came to the door of the backyard and was about to sing a week when he suddenly saw a monk walking out of the kitchen with a large cage.

"It's time to eat!"

The monk was about sixty years old and smiled like a chef.

Qin Kun saw the figure and hurriedly shouted: "Holy Monk!"

The old monk turned his head in confusion, saw Qin Kun at the door, and unexpectedly said, "Dog?!"

Qin Kun's smile froze.

Feng Qiang laughed loudly and hurriedly ran in to help the holy monk pick up the cage: "Master Jingyan, I'll come, I'll do it."

Feng Qiang carried the cage into the dining hall, and the monk on duty looked at the old monk in confusion: "Old ancestor, this..."

The Holy Monk wiped the sweat from his head and smiled: "These two are your Uncle Miaoshan's friends, it's okay!"

As he said hello, Qin Kun entered the courtyard.

The backyard is crowded, but also lively.

Bald monks of all sizes were sitting in the kitchen and eating in a regular manner, without any rush or impatience. The huge word "quiet" behind the kitchen interpreted the atmosphere here.

The holy monk stood at the door with curious expression: "Qin Kun, you are a rare guest."

Qin Kun bowed.

The five elders of the Chinese Taoist Life and Death are the oldest, and they are the saint monks. Such a person is from the same generation as Yang Shen. What is terrible is that the other people are already old men, but the saint monk is still in his sixties and has a healthy and rosy complexion. It seems that he will become a living fossil in the future.

"I'm not hiding the Holy Monk, I'll come to find Miaoshan."

"So too, Mr. Feng?"

Feng Qiang nodded and looked at the holy monk with envy. In a few years, he is afraid he will be older than the holy monk. How did he maintain it?

The holy monk said: "Miaoshan has not been in the temple these days. No, it seems that he is not here this month."

"Ah? Where did he go?"

The holy monk shook his head: "Which was cooking that day, Miaoshan suddenly told me that he seemed to have lost something, so he left."

Lost... something?

When the holy monk saw Qin Kun’s doubt, he smiled and said, “Is there anything urgent? I have a way to contact him.”

Qin Kun shook his head, this time he came for the sake of the middle-aged Taoist being forgotten.

It's urgent, but not urgent.

Seeing that Qin Kun didn't want to speak, the Holy Monk didn't mention it, and led the two into his room and brewed two cups of tea.

Tea is wild tea in the mountains, and Qin Kun can't taste good or bad. Feng Qiang took a sip and felt it was too bitter, so he never moved again.

The holy monk sat cross-legged across from them, took off the shiny beads on his wrists, and twisted them one by one.

"Qin Kun, should we say goodbye? You said that if you can't find Miaoshan's words, you can still ask Mo Wuji."

"We have to finish the tea before leaving."

"The tea is too bitter!" Feng Qiang was depressed. He would make himself a pot of strong tea when he worked overtime, but he had never drunk such bitterness.

Qin Kun wondered: "Is it bitter?" Although I couldn't taste it just now, it was not bitter.

Qin Kun thought and took a bite.

The tea cup that had been sipped seemed endless at this moment. Qin Kun's throat surged, tea was pouring in, and his belly was bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye. Feng Qiang had no idea what was going on. Why is there so much tea in this cup?

Opposite, the previous expression of the holy monk disappeared. At this moment, he lowered his eyebrows like a Buddha, looked at Qin Kun quietly, and chuckled: "Cow drinks the sea of ​​bitterness, may he taste the various aspects of life?"

Qin Kun still did not put down the teacup, his bulging belly no longer grew, and the surrounding environment changed from the Zen room to darkness.

Only then did Feng Qiang realize that Qin Kun was not drinking tea, but fighting!

"Master Jingyan... Why... this?" Feng Qiang asked in a low voice.

The path of life and death in China, the only sect that is close to Feng Qiang is Folin Temple.

It is even closer than the Douzong!

The reason is that Feng Qiang's father Feng Yi was a monk from Folin Temple back then, and then he came back to secular life and served as a soldier.

In front of the Saint Monk Jingyan, Feng Qiang had no airs of a position as a junior.

"Feng Duke, the world is like a sea of ​​suffering. Only Buddhism can be used as a boat to reach the other shore."

Feng Qiang could not understand Jing Yan's martial arts, so he could only nod his head repeatedly. He had read such words in the interpretation of Buddhist scriptures.

"But some people want to drink the sea of ​​bitterness, are they overestimating their abilities?"

Drink all the bitter sea?

Feng Qiang looked back at Qin Kun.

He smiled and said, "Young and energetic is a good thing... Qin Kun is less than thirty years old, so he can't be too angry."

The holy monk said: "The sea of ​​suffering in the world is transformed by the sufferings of the world. Can you drink it all?"

Feng Qiang's subordinates broke out in cold sweat and whispered: "I can't finish drinking. But sometimes, I have to drink."

The Holy Monk unexpectedly: "There is nothing in the world that must be done."

Feng Qiang did not understand that such extreme words should not come from the mouths of those who practice Buddhism, unless otherwise meaningful.

Feng Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up!

This is an admonition!

Because these words were originally contradictory, it seems that the Holy Monk was to let Qin Kun put down his teacup.

But Qin Kun next to him had never heard of it, so Qin Kun drank this cup of tea for ten minutes in one breath before he could finish it.

The tea cup was dry and the tea leaves were chewed in Qin Kun.

The holy monk looked at Qin Kun: "This is just the bitterness of today's pilgrims. How does it taste?"

Qin Kun rubbed his stomach and raised his eyebrows: "Does the Holy Monk drink these every day?"

The holy monk smiled: "I am old and can't drink so much. I usually drink this tea by Miaoshan."

Qin Kun smiled and stood up to salute: "I once heard the secrets at home. When Yang Shen came to the master to try to compete, the master cooked a meal for him and handed him a cup of tea. Yang Shen left after drinking it. What did he drink?"

The holy monk nodded: "He wants to take care of too many things. Human resources are poor, so I advise him to do his best and not to get stuck in the slightest way."

Qin Kun moved his body with difficulty: "But I heard again that Yang Shen shaved your head before leaving. Since then, you have lowered your posture and recognized him as the first heavenly teacher in China."

The holy monk was melancholy: "Before he left, he told me that worries always arise and arise from time to time. If they are not eliminated in time, they will only accumulate more and more."

"But, the secret of the family was mentioned, and you didn't say anything to each other at that time."

"Just just fight the game. I don't think I lost, but I know that Yang Shen won." The holy monk recalled the scene of debate on Zen decades ago, and raised a smile on his lips, "At that time, Mr. Yang did have unique charm. I went to the snow mountain since then, making Pingcuozanpu his right-hand man. In a flash, it has been almost seventy years."

Qin Kun said: "I'm here this time for one thing. An old friend from the Three Immortal Sea Kingdom has returned, but many people have forgotten him. I'm worried that something unexpected happens."

"who?"

"Xu Facheng, who has lived for two thousand years."

"Are you talking about a wrong line between the six mysteries, and it's led here?"

"Well. I dare to ask the Holy Monk, what should I do?"

The holy monk said indifferently: "Amitabha, kill demons and eliminate demons."

"What if he is not a demon?"

The holy monk smiled and said, "What are you worried about?"
Chapter completed!