Chapter 57: 【】

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The Muxiang Mountain Range is moving from north to south, and the south is going further. The scenery between the autumn forests is more and more beautiful.
Dark green and golden, intertwined with blood red maple leaves, through the hoarfrost and smog, it is more colorful.
When the two went to the foothills, they saw what they were doing. The wind sways and sways, such as the sound of the waves, the tides burst.
Luo Mingchuan laughed. "Through this mountain, it is Xingshan Temple."
Yin Yi looked up and looked far and wide, in the red maples everywhere, faintly visible on the mountainside on the shadow of the Biva.
Like a pearl, adorned between the raging fire.
After the war of the demon and the robbery, many strong men fell, and many of the sects were interrupted in the war. Most of the current sects have gradually emerged and developed after the catastrophe.
Xingshan Temple is different. Although Xingshan Temple has no Yasheng, the inheritance has never been broken. On the Dharma orthodoxy, it is better to win the Temple of the Emperor of the Innocent Master.
Yin Yi has never dealt with Buddhism, and the impression at the Folding Party is only to be low-key and silent. When it comes to ‘Bumen Double Temple’, many people think of only the word compassion.
Luo Mingchuan thought about the medical practice of Xingshan Temple. The younger brother of the white hair may have a turn and can't help but relax.
The temple was built on the hill, and it looked out to the roof of the gray ash. The walls of the apricots were layered and stretched.
In such a large monastery, there are thousands of monks who practice less.
However, the mountain gate is not very strong, and even compared with other big sects, it seems even shabby.
I don't know how many years of wind, frost, rain and snow, the three characters of the 'Xingshan Temple' that is engraved on the top, only the outline, I can't see the original strokes.
But it is such a fascinating stone gate that still retains the original appearance of the ‘All Saints.’
The three doors stand side by side, the middle of the temple is a heavy door, and there is a small door on each side, which symbolizes the three methods of Nirvana's relief. "Empty door", "no door", "no door", is a typical temple building at that time. style.
Everyone who comes here can see the history and glory of a sect.
The young monks of the Ming and Huang Dynasties stand outside the gates of the mountains, and their eyes are quiet.
He saw the two men coming along the mountain road. Distinguished wearing the same robes, the temperament is completely different. One person's gentleman's side is like warm jade, and one person is cold and cold like ice.
The young monks thought of the scriptures that they had succumbed. "Being born in a phaseless way is like an illusion. The illusion of the mind is nothing, and the sin and blessings are empty."
The gentleman's side is also good, not close to human feelings, but it is the appearance, how can it represent the essence of one person.
He announced a Buddha number and greeted him. "Two donors, please enter the temple with you."
Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan, I can't think of someone waiting to meet. But then I thought that there was a high-pitched abbot in the temple. The movement of the mountain was all in my mind, and I was afraid that their intentions had already been guessed.
Luo Mingchuan took a ceremony and was "tired."
The young monks shunned the ceremony side by side, and said "Amitabha" and led them into the gate.
Yin Yi’s moment of stepping over the mountain gate seemed to be felt. When he turned back, he saw the tall stone door and engraved the four characters of
Bitter Sea without Borders
. Perhaps it is an illusion. He thinks these four words are much clearer than the ‘Xingshan Temple’ engraved on the front.
The young monks lowered their eyebrows and led them to bypass the temple. From time to time, there were grey monks stopping to salute him.
Yin Yiyue and the two talents know that this generation is not low, and it should be a high-ranking pro-disciple in the temple.
The temple is very large, some people sprinkle it, some people chanting, but everywhere is quiet and quiet, not smelling.
Walking in the meantime, the whole body is in the faint smoke of the sandalwood incense.
But I don't know why, Yin Yue has never been able to relax.
As if it were such a peaceful appearance, there was an indifferent and cruel eye, watching their every move in the dark.
Finally, I entered the most magnificent Golden Buddha Temple in the temple.
The temple is wide, the bright yellow warp and the treasure cover hang down from the beam, overlap and immerse in the smoke. At first glance, people create the illusion of endlessness.
The golden Buddha statue is tall and unparalleled, and you can see the Buddha's head when you look up.
In contrast, the golden urns standing in front of the Buddha are much lower.
But no one will think that he is small because he is the abbot of Xingshan Temple.
One of the only two ‘Net’ characters in the whole temple, the Master of the Sea, is the same age as the sacred Master of the Emperor.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yin are far from thinking, and waiting here will be such a big man.
The two men went forward and found that there were still many monks in the temple. Although the pressure is not revealing, the repair can not see the depth, but they are all bright and yellow.
The two people are the number of Taoist rituals, and the monks return with the Buddha's rites.
Among such large scenes, the first thing to open is the pure sea. His tone of speech is peaceful and he is not ill, just like the scriptures. "The two donors come from afar, all the way hard. The poor are known to Yin Shizhu. It’s not a problem, please move on.

The latter sentence only said to Yin Yiyue, the meaning of the words is clear.
Yin Yi looked down at Luo Mingchuan, and they had not yet opened. This person knew that they came to cure the disease and had a deep realm.
Luo Mingchuan did not expect that the Master of the Sea would so promise to help himself. But the world knows the compassion of Buddhism. He didn't think much about it at this time. He only thought about the white-haired disease of his younger brother. He just nodded to Yin Yin.
Yin Yin saw him nod and only walked behind the temple with the clean sea.
After the magnificent Buddhist temple, it is a secluded Zen house with a tall and straight pine tree outside the house.
The room was burning with incense, and the light was dark and unclear. Even in the daytime, the clean sea still lit the lamp in front of the case.
The two of them were sitting in front of the case, and Yin Yue was not worried about his own white hair. At this time, the nature of concern is not how to cure the disease, but to describe each road that has passed before in the sea.
He can already be sure that the entire Xingshan Temple is buried with a powerful array of methods. Fang Caishan’s ‘Bitter Sea is boundless’ is one of the eyes.
It is very likely that in the rumor, the ‘All Saints’ era has left the sacred sage of the Buddha’s glory.
Just do not know the power of this law is still a few percent.
Net Hai took out a half old coffin board. "Yin Shizhu, can you talk to the poor hand?"
Playing chess naturally has nothing to do with the treatment of the disease, but after Yin Yue has seen Mr. Zhang, he has become accustomed to the style of the big people in the fog, and he said, "The chess path is bad, so the master laughs."
The first lecturer did not care about his modest words, and the diameter of the chessboard pushed the black box, and asked him to take the lead.
Yin Yi did not quit, and raised his hand to drop the first child in the ‘Tianyuan’ position in the middle of the board.
This kind of method is rare, either a master of chess or a straw bag that does not know how to plan.
Yin Yinyue is neither. But since he stepped into Xingshan Temple, he felt abnormally depressed.
It seems that there is a suffocation in the chest, and it is necessary to rely on this piece to send out.
From the ritual system, with the predecessors against the bureau, Tianyuan, there is the meaning of disrespectful elders.
The old man frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Also fell a child.
For a time, in the quiet Zen room, there was only the sound of the sound of the sound.
The two men walked each step more than twenty steps, and the rhythm of the game was still peaceful. At this time, the clear sea is open,
"I heard that Yin Shizhu was born in the Yuanyuan Academy. There are hundreds of schools in the school. I wonder if I have studied Buddhism?"
Yin Yi replied, "The school has been rough and has never been repaired."
This is not modest. Although there are many Buddhist scriptures in the library building, Yin Yiyue has already learned the swordsmanship at that time, and his interest in Buddhism is not high.
But he suddenly remembered Luo Mingchuan.
The brothers of Luo’s brother, Garan, are the Buddhist monks.
The old man fell a little and told a story in a Buddhist scripture.
The story is simple, and Yin Yue has heard it very early.
It is nothing more than saying that the sea is going up the ship. There are five hundred people in the ship. One of them is a thief and wants to kill the ship.
There are six kinds of magical powers in the "Aza Sutra", one of which is "the birth and death wisdom", which can foresee the good and evil of all beings, and the cause and effect. Predicting the thief’s thief, he will first kill the thief and save the ship.
Jinghai concluded, "It is better to break the ring, bear the killing fruit report, and also help the sentient beings. It is the great compassion of ‘introduction to the prison.’

Yin Yue did not speak. At this point, the game has changed, and his ‘long dragon’ has been forced by the other side to have only three breaths left.
The clean sea is no longer in the air, but the sound is very strong. "Yin Shizhu, I know that you are a compassionate person. But you know that the disaster star will come to the world, the chaos will fall?!"
The more Yin Yin suddenly raised his eyes, I saw the old man’s cross-brows upside down, and there seemed to be a sultry man!
His heart sank, and his mind quickly recalled the scene of entering the temple. The monks of the Ming and Huang Dynasties were separated in the temple.
... there are twelve people.
If it happens to be the four first and eight deacons, this means that all the strong people of Xingshan Temple do it!
Yin Yan will almost start pulling the sword almost instantly! But he tried to restrain himself.
He knew that since Net Hai brought him here, he would not let him go out easily. In the face of a great powerhouse, he could not walk out of this Zen room.
So he calmed down, didn't hold the sword, and didn't move.
Sincerely, "Please ask the master to solve."
The net sea squats, the "poverty repair" method has been a thousand years. At this time, the Luo Shi master standing outside the temple is the catastrophe star. The devil who died under the Linyuan sword wants to reincarnate. Will surely wake up with his flesh."
Yin Yi reconciled subconsciously, "Impossible!"
The clean sea has never been collided by the younger generation, but there is no anger at this time, still explaining,
"It’s not just the poor seeing, the master of the court and the innocent master, but also the same as the poor."
Yin Yin is more and more stunned.
If you are in the clear sea, like a thunder, you are straight on your head!