Chapter 12: Dafanyin Temple

Yutian State.
Dafanyin Temple.
Although the name of this temple is domineering, and as the national temple of Khotan, the size of the temple is indeed very different from the famous temples in the world such as Yunlin and Baima, but the style of theory is much worse. For example, today I believe in Buddhism, and the pilgrims of the Great Temple of the Central Plains can be said to be in an endless stream. However, Buddhism in the Western Regions emphasizes asceticism. You can't eat enough food and wear warm clothes. Only asceticism can you gain great merit. This big Sanskrit sound can bear the word "suffering", not to mention the magnificent magnificence like the Great Temple of the Central Plains, it is like a layer of soil, and it seems that it is about to fall at any time.
But at the gate of this dilapidated temple, there appeared a sedan chair, or a sedan chair with a golden tripod. The sedan chair was also tattooed with a golden sacred bird and a gale, as if it were about to soar immediately. The sedan chair was carried by four burly men, but the two who walked in front had faces like crowns, thin bodies, and a delicate sword hanging from their waists. Because the people on the left were younger, I looked at the monks who walked past them with a bitter face, and couldn't help but sneered: "I have seen many monks in Tianqi. One by one, I can't wait to use gold silk as robes, but these monks, It seems that I can't even eat enough."
"What do you know." The older man who walked on the right snorted coldly, "The monks in the Western Regions are particular about asceticism. If you force them to wear beautiful clothes, people will blame you for breaking his practice. "
"Hey, what are they talking about?" The young man on the left ignored him, still looking at the monks curiously.
"Always something like Nanwu Amitabha, what else can the monk recite besides these." The boy on the right also listened carefully, but found that it was different from what he thought.
"It's Om Mani, Mi Hum." A gentle voice suddenly came from the sedan chair, but it was slightly sharp, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.
"What? Master, please read it again." The teenager on the left was suddenly curious when he heard these strange pronunciations.
"Although Buddhism in the world is in the same line, it is divided into different sects. Especially in the thirty-two Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions, each has its own Dharma school. The'Om Mani Bah Mi Hung' you just heard is the six-character Daming Mantra, also known as Liu The word mantra. Some Buddhist schools believe that these six words have the endless blessing and compassion of the Buddhas, and they are the sound of the Buddha's compassion and wisdom. If you read it once and wait for thousands of times, you can accumulate no merit." The person here seems to have studied Buddhism quite a bit.
"What? I think these monks made up for being lazy and don't want to read the large scriptures." The boy disdain.
"The mystery of Buddhism, how can you as a child understand, Boyong, don't make mistakes." Although the words were harsh, the voice was still gentle, and it seemed that there was no real reprimand.
The young man called Boyong still obediently shut his mouth, but the young man on the right said, "Master still understands this Buddhism."
"I don't understand, otherwise, I won't be sent to this desolate land. Lingjun, where has he been with the news just now?" the person in the sedan asked.
"According to the spy's report, I escaped from the Beauty Village yesterday. I also encountered the most ferocious horse thief in the Western Regions on the road, but he still did not trap him. He is now on his way to Khotan." The boy on the right replied.
"Sure enough..." The person in the sedan laughed.
"But..." Ling Jun hesitated for a while or spoke.
"But?" The person in the sedan was taken aback for a moment, "Go on."
"He didn't come alone." Ling Jun said.
"Oh?" There was a little more smile in the voice of the people in the sedan chair, "Tang Lian is also here? Could it be persuaded?"
"It's not Tang Lian, but two teenagers, one in red and the other in fox fur. I don't know their identity yet." Ling Jun replied truthfully.
The person in the sedan pondered for a moment, and said,
Sure enough, we can’t underestimate this monk. I heard that he is going to be sent to the Jiulong Temple. The superintendent immediately sent us on the road, but the superintendent has never seen this monk and doesn’t know about this monk. Awesome. Although Xueyue City is amazing, if there are no three of them personally, he can't hold him. So I came here to wait for him, but I didn't expect that he was still looking for a helper halfway through. Hong Yi, Hu Qiu , I can't think of anyone at once, is it a new disciple of Xueyue City?"
"Speaking of Xueyue City, the superintendent has clearly notified them, so why send us?" Boyong asked.
"The people in Xueyue City are still Jianghu people. Jianghu people are always too arrogant. The superintendent is not relieved." The person in the sedan sighed, "But this monk is really hard to deal with, and he has a temper. It's weird again."
"But how did you expect Master to come to this Great Sanskrit Temple?" Ling Jun suddenly thought of this. When he set off, Master said to go to the Great Sanskrit Temple of Khotan, and seemed to know everything well.
"He wants to find someone here," said the man in the sedan chair.
"Who?"
"Isn't this going to meet?" The man in the sedan cleared his throat, "get up."
A monk wearing a shabby robe is coming out of the temple, standing with one palm, and bowing his hands respectfully at them. He must be the wise monk of this temple.
The Zhike monk led them in without questioning, but stopped when he led them to the middle of the courtyard.
"Great monk, why don't you leave?" Boyong asked him.
"Abbot." The Zhike monk ignored him, but respectfully bowed to the front.
Boyong and Lingjun looked up, but they saw three monks standing in front of the temple. The beard and hair in the middle were all white and old. Although their robe was still shabby, but at least not patched, it must be the abbot in the mouth of the Zhike monk. The two monks beside them were surprisingly sturdy, one with a string of 108 rosary beads, and the other holding a huge ring knife, both of them were firm in their faces and carried a sense of righteousness.
"How?" the man in the sedan asked softly.
"The monk on the left is practicing the magical powers of Dingzhu and Demon, with seven success strengths, and the monk on the right is practicing the ring breaking sword, with eight success strengths. The monk in the middle...seems to not know martial arts." Boyong was young, but only At a glance, he saw the martial arts of these three people.
"Venerable Flange, I have not seen you in Apocalypse City for more than ten years." The man in the sedan took the lead to speak, his tone full of respect.
Venerable Falan just bowed his hands together, but did not reply.
"Bold!" Ling Jun scolded angrily.
"Maybe." The man in the sedan stopped, "Venerable Flange is not disrespectful, but he can't speak."
"Dumb... dumb?" Both Boyong and Ling Jun were surprised, "This abbot... turned out to be dumb."
The two monks had angry expressions on their faces when they heard this, but Venerable Falan just smiled and didn't seem to mind.
"Sir, I am here to find someone." The man in the sedan had a humble tone, but he didn't mean to step off the sedan.
Venerable Falan just shook his head when he heard this.
"Venerable, I have a letter from your Lord of Khotan in my hand." The man in the sedan said with a smile.
Venerable Falan still shook his head.
"Venerable, the person you hid has been hiding for twelve years, and you can't hide it this time." The man in the sedan still had a calm tone.
This time Venerable Falan, besides shaking his head, also gently waved his fingers. With his light wave, a line of words slowly appeared on the ground.
"Mind and Qi Hun Yuan Gong!" Boyong recognized this top Buddhism inner power supernatural power.
The person in the sedan didn't seem surprised, nor did he lift the curtain, and said quietly, "Venerable is writing on the ground again? But this time I don't have the mind to look at it." He waved his hand gently, and the curtain floated up in an instant. fall. Boyong looked intently again, the Venerable Falan's handwriting had not been fully revealed on the ground but had been erased.
"I said, this time, you can't hide." The man in the sedan increased his tone a bit.
Venerable Falan sighed softly, still shaking his head.
The words of the people in the sedan chair were full of helplessness: "Twelve years ago, the Sovereign of the Demon Sovereign Ye Dingzhi came to your Master Moko to ask about the heavenly things. No matter how threatened Ye Dingzhi, his sword spirit was like a tide. Just shook his head. Not to mention the Dharma, you shake your head, but you have the style of Venerable Moko. Lingjun, Boyong!"
The two teenagers drew their swords. The two monks beside Venerable Falan immediately took a step forward, twisting the Buddha beads with one hand, and the other with the ring knife, both glaring anger, ready to do it at any time.
"I'll meet you first!" Boyong shouted angrily, and drew his sword to stab the monk holding the ring sword. The monk didn't hesitate, but also killed it with the sword.
The knives for breaking the precepts are called breaking the precepts, which means to kill the precepts. Therefore, it is said that this set of knives is very different from the general magical powers of the Buddhist school. The monk has been immersed in this ring-breaking knife for many years and has eight successes. He is a top-notch master in this big Buddhist temple. However, the young man in front of him is estimated to be only thirteen or four years old, but he is under the power of the ring-breaking knife. Make no compromises. The breaking knife only attacked but not defended, but he only attacked but not defended.
But compared to the mighty dominance of the ring-breaking knife, Boyong's sword looked much lighter. He stepped on the blade of the ring-breaking knife, leaped and landed behind the monk, without even looking at it. , With a sword on his back, knocked the monk back a few steps.
"You!" The monk glared angrily. He saw that the other party was a young man, and that the person who came had a warrant from the leader, so he left room for the shot, but the young man's sword just now was extremely harsh. Inadvertently, I am afraid that I will lose my life.
"Monk, have you seen it? This is called the Sword of Compassion. The Sword of Mercy is still killing, but you still have some room for your broken sword?" Boyong sneered at a sword flower and sneered.
The monk was furious, and once again swung the knife for breaking the ring, but this time the power was quite different. Lingjun stood on the side watching the battle, feeling that the sword gas was flowing, and he would be cut by the sword gas in a few steps. But Boyong, who faced this sword, became more fierce and happily having fun. He dodged and shouted: "Broken the sword, cut the red dust! That's how it should be!"
At first glance, the Ring Breaking Knife has forced Boyong to dodge everywhere, but only the monk complains. His Ring Breaking Knife is extremely powerful, but it consumes a lot of power. If it can't be won within 30 strokes. Opponents are unable to continue in the later stage. If they still can't beat the results within a hundred moves, then in the end, they will die of exhaustion. But this Boyong is light and agile, but he seems to have spotted this hundred tricks.
"Brother!" The monk holding the rosary saw the mystery and stepped forward to help out.
"The monks will bully the less by more?" Ling Jun smiled disdainfully, holding his sword to block him.
"Get off!" The bead-holding monk rebuked.
"Okay, let me get away." Ling Jun smiled and leaped slightly, and fell behind the bead-holding monk, with a sword on his shoulder, "I'll get out of it!"
The bead-holding monk yelled, swinging his shoulders, and shook Lingjun’s sword away. He chopped off a string of rosary beads in his hand. It is said that people who have practiced the magical power of fix beads and drop demons have 108 rosary beads in their hands. All of them have the power to lower the dragon and the tiger, and the spirits did not dare to take it hard, and hurriedly retreated and retreated, the rosary actually smashed the stone slab on the ground.
"Monk, the next time I have to hit it right. Otherwise, the man will tear down his temple if he doesn't keep it." Ling Jun smiled without fear.
The monk holding the beads did not speak, turning the beads quickly in his hands, muttering something in his mouth. The monk with the sword was shocked when he saw this, and immediately forced Boyong back with a single knife, and strode back to the monk with the beads.
"Fu!" The bead-holding monk shouted angrily, the rosary in his hand burst in an instant, the sound was like thunder, the 108 rosary came out, and attacked the people below with supreme power. .
"This is the magical ability of Dingzhu to lower demons, but it is somewhat similar to the Tang Sect Wanshu Feihua." Boyong exclaimed.
"Forming!" Lingjun also retreated to Boyong and shouted.
In response, Boyong threw out the sword in his hand and hit Ling Jun's back with his palms. Lingjun caught the sword that Boyong had dropped and danced wildly with the two swords in his hands. He used the invisible sword aura to draw a circle, abruptly blocking the prayer beads.
"Unexpectedly, I have been studying the magical power of rosary beads for 20 years, but I can't match the two children." The monk holding the beads smiled bitterly. That blow brought him 20 years of hard study. After the blow, he had no power to fight again.
However, Lingjun and Boyong were also uncomfortable. They only felt that their chests were overwhelmed, and blood was surging. If they hadn't hit the ground with their swords, they would almost be unable to stand.
"Noisy... so noisy... Today, this big Fanyin Temple, how come so... so many people." A drunken voice suddenly came. Boyong and Lingjun hurriedly turned their heads and looked at them, only to see a figure in front of them. Flash, the person has already moved in front of the two.
"Such a body style..." Boyong was stunned, and he didn't say the second half: almost on par with the master.