Chapter 93 Mixed into Lingshan Temple

Hongxiu suddenly fell down and fell down. His heart was very happy. He secretly said that small people could not learn well. It was only a teenager that the little Shami of Buddhism secretly wanted to peek at his aunt, and did not ask what his aunt did. Hey hey, he had to suffer from you in the future. Instead, he helped pull it up, patted the soil on his body, and comforted him softly, "You didn't fall. I'm really sorry. I don't know you happened to come."

Hongben was embarrassed and was flattered. He said, "It's okay. It's okay. It's often happens when it's dark and the road is slippery. Thank you, sister."

Hongben hurried to find a place for convenience. Hongxiu returned to Hongyin, but saw him standing unnaturally, touching his bald head and saying, "Master Hongyin, are you thirteen years old? Which master in the temple?

Hongyin has never touched her head, and she was also speechy for a moment. It was so easy that she nodded vigorously and said, "Hmm! Brother Hongben and I both follow the abbot.

Hongxiu saw that the knife wind of the crazy knife split the food box in half, but the broken place was very neat. He was afraid that the monks in the temple would be suspicious and simply said, "The mountain road is full of food. Let's clean it up."

Hongyin suddenly said, "Yes, thank you for reminding me that I'll find a few bamboo sticks and sweep them by the roadside."

Red sleeves picked up the food box broken in half and said, "I don't want this. I'll still do it."

Hongyin nodded: "It's useless if the food box is broken. There is no shortage of this in the temple."

Red sleeves took advantage of him to turn around to look for dead branches and wooden sticks. The internal force shattered the food box and fell far into the mountain stream.

On the fifth watch day, the east faintly revealed a little dawn. At this time, the mountain was even more hazy. Under the leadership of Hongben and Hongyin, Hongxiu went to the top of Lingquan Mountain and saw the Lingshan Temple closed by the dark night Zhongshan Gate.

Lingshan Temple is also magnificent and quiet, but the simple temple buildings have already filled the traces of the years, and the paint and glazed tiles in many places have already lost their former luster, just like an old giant lying on the top of the mountain, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes.

Hongxiu and Hongben stood in front of the mountain gate, waiting for Hongyin to communicate.

At this time, Hongben did not dare to grab Hongxiu's hand. He just stood behind her, but his eyes secretly glanced at Hongxiu from time to time. Although he fell on the mountainside and made him embarrassed, but this was also good. He happened to meet the old monk or the temple temple. He said that he fell down and broke the food box and measured the old monk. Looking at yourself, I can't get up.

After a long time, the mountain gate creaked and cut through the silence of dawn with a heavy voice. Two old monks came out of the temple gate. The leader was more than nine feet long and the treasure was solemn, but behind him was a fat monk with an open smile, just like Maitreya Buddha in the temple, following several disciples, Hong But the sound is not in it, and it must have changed his clothes in a hurry.

The nine-foot-long and solemn old monk recited the Buddha's horn from afar and said, "Amitabha, the abbot of the poor monk Lingshan Temple, is this the red-sleeved female Tanyue?"

Hongxiu was shocked. It turned out that this was the eight-armed King Kong Puji that he usually heard. Legend has an absolutely agile skill. He is a famous hidden weapon in southern martial arts. He is proficient in launching big Buddha seals, red flame knives, glazed fire and other Buddhist magic methods, and he is the only one among the descendants of Buddhism who can make such shocking tears as the Ming King. The peerless tricks of ghosts and gods.

Hongxiu hurriedly said, "Little woman Hongxiu has seen Zen Master Puji. It turns out that the eight-armed King Kong is the abbot of Lingshan Temple, which makes the little woman not very honored."

The tall Puji's solemn face, which was originally sinking like water, also smiled at this moment and introduced: "This is Puyuan, the poor monk's younger brother, who is in charge of the specific affairs of the small temple."

Puyuan always smiled and didn't wait for the red sleeve to speak, and said, "Little monk Puyuan, I have been looking forward to the name of the knife of the red sleeve for a long time. Today, it is indeed not as good as the birth of Guanyin."

Puji stared at Puyuan, and Puyuan didn't know how to restrain him. He still couldn't stop talking. Hongxiu smiled sweetly and said, "The little woman betrayed Confucianism. She wanted to join Guijiao. She once took refuge in Yunyang Jihuoyun Temple. Unexpectedly, Master Chen's enemy found it and burned Huoyun Temple, making the little woman nowhere to escape. On the way I heard that Lingshan Temple recruited a wide range of Buddhist descendants and came here to join us. I am really grateful that Zen Master Puji is compassionate and takes in the little girl.

The Huoyun Temple in Yunyangji was burned down. It is also a Buddhist vein in the south of the Yangtze River. Puji also heard a little about Puyuan. Knowing that Hongxiu betrayed Confucianism, he threw himself under Buddhism. At present, Puji readily agreed: "The red sleeve female donor is already quite wise and Buddhist. Now my Lingshan Temple is the time to use people. It's really come again. It's not good."

Puyuan also said, "Now there are senior monks invited by our temple from all over the world, and there are many nuns from famous nuns in various places who can live with them. It is no more convenient to come to our Lingshan Temple."

Hongxiu hurriedly turned his head to thank him, and Puyuan rushed to pull up and said, "You don't have to do this. You are a lay disciple when you enter my Buddhism. You are blessed. You don't have to give this big gift."

Hongxiu then restrained Wanfu, and the abbot Puji recited the Buddha's name again and said, "Welcome the female benefactor to join us, please!"

At this time, Hongben quickly said, "The master and the supervisor of the temple, the apprentice went down the mountain to send food boxes to several teachers. The Hongyin lantern was unknown, so that the apostle fell, and the food box also fell in half. It was easy to clear the road before going up the mountain and met the red-sleeved female benefactor."

Puji stared at him and was so scared that Hongben trembled. Seeing that there were red sleeves beside him, it was really not easy to punish him, and he had to pretend to be generous and said lightly, "It's not worth anything. Later, I will tell you that the fragrant chef will prepare another one and ask a senior brother to send it at will. Why don't you go back and change your clothes quickly if you fall like this!"

At this time, just after dawn, the sweeping monk also came out early to clean the mountain gate. The abbot Puji gave the red sleeves into the temple, which was already wrapped in cigarettes. From afar, he smelled a unique sandalwood fragrance in the temple. It was "In the morning when I entered the ancient temple, the first day shined on the high forest. The winding path is through the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the Zen room are deep. The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow is empty. Everything is silent, but I can only hear the sound of the bell.

Puji and Puyuan led the red sleeve to the Daxiong Hall. The red sleeve worshipped the solemn Buddha statue of the treasure. Puji knocked on the sound for a long time, and the red sleeve officially joined the Lingshan Temple.

Puji said, "It's early now, and the masters who have come from afar have not yet got up. Puyuan, you can take Hongxiu to the living room to eat tea, and then let Xiangji cook more in the kitchen. You should treat them well and don't neglect them."

Puyuan hurriedly answered, "I will abide by the abbot's decree."