The sun shines through the flowing rivers, and in the rippling waves, the water birds stand on the shaking reeds, the sound of the bronze bells clanging, and the flapping of the wings flew across the water and flew away from the opposite side.

The old donkey with his mane walked leisurely on the bookshelf. The scholar in his blue shirt held the book in his hand and held it behind him. In his footsteps, Hong Lian, who was humming the song, stepped forward and held his arm with his arm, talking about Su Hang that others heard.

"Young Master, where are you really going? Where is the last array eye in Hangzhou?"

"I don't know the specific one... I'm probably near West Lake, I have to go there to know."

"Western Lake, it seems very beautiful over there, especially at this time."

"Hong Lian has been there before?"

"No...it was when I was singing the song before, I heard people talk about the beautiful scenery of West Lake. I wanted to sing it as a sing. Let the head teacher ask us to go to Hangzhou to sing..."

In the sky, the happy woman, who was originally jumping and jumping, looked dark, and the words behind stopped. Lu Liangsheng scratched her nose and his voice softly.

"It's not too late now. I'm going to get up a lot. I'll accompany you to visit the beautiful scenery of West Lake with Master."

Yay~~~

The old donkey, which was not far away, raised his head and yelled at the grass, reminded Lu Liangsheng that there was still it. The scholar smiled and added: "Yes, there is also an old donkey!"

puff!

Nie Honglian looked at the young master, and the old donkey with two long ears and grinding his mouth, and smiled. The haze just now suddenly dissipated, and a dimpled slight appeared on her cheeks. I don’t know whether to stare at the scholar or the old donkey on the other side, but now, seeing Lu Liangsheng being able to laugh like this, she finally let go of the vague worry in her heart.

In the jingling copper bell, the bookshelf with the donkey's back swaying open a small door. The toad Taoist stumbled his cigarette mouth silently, spitting smoke. He looked at the men and women talking and laughing beside the Taoist, remembering the words his apprentice and the little Taoist priest said under the tree that night, a little thought appeared in the toad's eyes.

......It's a bit inappropriate to become an immortal with Liangsheng...

How could I be the kind of person who clings to the clinging... a demon?

Well...it seems that there is nothing to eat in the sky... There are many rules. You can't roast a crane every day and catch a fish in the Yao pond?

There is no human seasoning, and I can't make it delicious...

Troubled ~~

Taoist Toad looked at the river scenery and sighed sadly. Soon, he tied the rope tightly and continued to move along the official road to the north as the old donkey crossed the river. At noon on the day, the roads became more and more busy. Businessmen came and went, and the tea shops with flags floating on the road were also crowded. Most of the vendors who came to Hangzhou to do business and rested again and asked others about the market conditions of the city.

As March comes, the temperature in the south is obviously warming up, and the breeze blows across the green willows by the road. Lu Liangsheng leads the old donkey to sit on the bluestone under the tree, takes a sip, and listens to the passengers entering and leaving the nearby tea shops chatting around the world, and occasionally there are one or two interesting stories.

"Did you hear that Jingci Temple wants to promote Buddhism and open an altar to preach the scriptures."

"I have heard of some, but it seems that the one who preached was not a monk from Jingci Temple, but from Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang."

"Oh, then this monk is amazing. He has all gone to our Hangzhou to preach, but is he a great monk?"

"I don't know, I heard that he was a monk in his twenties or the host of Jinshan Temple. It seemed that he came from Wanfo Temple."

"So amazing? I'm just staying in Hangzhou for a while and I'll go and have a look."

Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting under the shade of the tree, raised his eyebrows, and listened to the three words "Wanfo Temple". He had been doing this for twenty years, but he didn't know how the great monk Fajing is doing now. He has made great progress in Buddhism. He just finished the last one and went north along the Grand Canal to see him at Wanfo Temple. Just take it as a saying.

After resting for a while, all kinds of experiences were not very attractive to Lu Liangsheng. He put away the water bag and set off again, but he did not go to Hangzhou City.

Walking around the road outside, you can occasionally see garden manors everywhere in the fields and countryside, as well as undulating hills and green tea trees all over the hills. Standing on the high ground of the hills, the city buildings in the distance stand in the stretched walls, spreading over and over again.

In a prosperous period, two heavy and distant bells occasionally sounded, and in the distance, it was the West Lake that Lu Liangsheng was going to. It was rainy in the south and misty in the south of the Yangtze River. Walking to the pavilion on the mountain, looking at the treasure mountain, lake, raindrops hit lotus leaves, and a long bridge extends across the lake, like a beautiful scroll in the south of the Yangtze River.

Dong~~ Dong~~

The bell echoed with drizzle. Lu Liangsheng walked by the West Lake with Hong Lian. While the woman was looking around, he pinched the Fa Jue and followed the array eyes marked on "The Endless Mountains and Seas". The southwest shore of the lake, the forests were dense, and on the top of the hills, a tall tower could be seen standing in a piece of water vapor. The Fa Light condensed in the eyes and saw a trace of spiritual energy surround the tower.

"It's true."

"Young Master, what's here?" Hong Lian, who looked around, ran over and followed the scholar's gaze and saw the tall tower. He suddenly raised his sleeves, covered his face, turned to the side, "Young Master's pagoda is so scary, I feel uncomfortable when I see it."

"Then stay nearby and take care of the old donkey and the master. I'll go over and see if the array eye is under the tower."

Lu Liangsheng gave a few words, taking advantage of the drizzle everywhere, no one noticed it. He swayed, stepping on the connected lotus leaves in the lake, and drifted to the southwest shore of the lake like a dragonfly, walking through the forest, and then saw the outline of the tower base. He walked around halfway and came to the wide Baiyan Square in the middle. The tower was octagonal, with five floors, more than 30 feet high, with blue tiles and white walls, and copper-cast wind chimes under the corners of the eaves, making it look graceful.

"Good tower!"

"Amitabha, do you think it's good to have a good tower?"

When Lu Liangsheng looked at the towering tower and exclaimed, on the bluestone steps below, a monk wearing a cassock slowly came up, held a seal, came to the front of the bronze tripod, and worshiped the Buddha at the tower.

"The spring rain is slightly cold, and the young master came from afar to meet the pagoda, which shows that he sincerely worships the Buddha."

Lu Liangsheng knew that someone was coming, but he didn't feel anything when he heard the words suddenly. He looked back at the monk. His skin was slightly brasy, handsome and heroic, and his body was sturdy and tall. It was rare among monks, so he couldn't help but smile.

"The master sincerely worships the Buddha, and others may not be the one who comes to worship the Buddha. In my eyes, the pagoda is just a scenery. People who read books still like things in the books."

His cultivation level is hardly seen in the world again. The monk in front of him is the same as an ordinary scholar.

The monk there lowered his head with his vertical seal. He probably did not agree with the scholar's words. He wanted to argue and slowly walked up with his arms around the cassock.

"The donor speaks too early, and there are thousands of good words in books, and there are thousands of good words in Buddha. Looking at books is no different from looking at Buddha..."

Just as he was talking, a monk in green came over quickly below, interrupted his words, then ran to his ears, muttered something, and the monk smiled and bowed to Lu Liangsheng, turned around and walked quickly.

However, vaguely, Lu Liangsheng heard the words "Fahai" and "host" in the green monk, and chuckled, flicked his sleeves, rolled his back, and looked at the leaving figure among the densely covered branches below.
Chapter completed!