Chapter 185 Huge Gains

Chapter 185 Huge Gains

Chapter 185 Huge Gains
On the same night, under the cover of darkness, a group of monks returned to the main gate of Shenlong Temple.

"Master." The monk guarding the gate put his hands together and looked respectfully at the white-robed monk who led the crowd.

Monk Bian Ji smiled and nodded, then stepped into the temple and walked towards the back hall.

The other monks followed in, carrying some instruments for preaching.
——Tonight, after the Dharma Assembly is over, this group of monks will wait for the invited dignitaries from the capital to leave before they begin to clean up the mess.

The monk Bian Ji, who looked to be about thirty years old, with soft and handsome features, a calm expression, elegant conversation, and eyes as clear as a baby under his slightly sparse eyebrows, walked across the temple road.

Every monk along the way stopped to salute, and he smiled back, and no one was ignored.

"The master is really friendly to us, unlike those deacons who all have sour faces and are too lazy to talk to us."

There were young novice monks who murmured in praise.

Attracting people around to agree.

All monks knew that Bian Ji was a legendary figure.

It is said that he had followed Master Xuanyin to listen to sutras a long time ago.

However, Master Xuanyin at that time had not yet entered the realm of "the world", nor had he served as the abbot of Shenlong Temple.

At that time, there were two other elders competing for the position of the new abbot, the leader of the Buddhist sect in Dayu, and Xuanyin was not the one with the greatest chance of winning.

Until that year, Xuan Yin entered the mortal world alone and traveled around the Dayu Dynasty to preach.

Preaching scriptures to mortals, going through the red dust, and experiencing all kinds of worldly affairs, in order to cultivate a Buddha's heart.

Many talented disciples followed Xuan Yin, wanting to walk and sleep with him.

During this period, they suffered countless hardships. When they were thirsty, they drank morning dew, when they were hungry, they begged for food, and they often slept in the wild. One by one, the disciples could not bear the hardship, and some of them did not want to bet on Xuan Yin, so they left one after another.

Only a few people remained who insisted on following him. At that time, Bian Ji, who was just a young monk, was not outstanding among the rest.

In terms of spiritual wisdom, he was far inferior to Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, who was once commented by the previous abbot as having a Buddhist spiritual insight that was rare in a thousand years. Even the most obscure "Treasure Treasury of the World Honored One Sutra" could understand the opening theme after reading it for only one night.

In terms of perseverance and persistence, he is not as good as the great master who once pondered a question from his teacher, sat in a banana grove for ten years without wavering, and finally achieved a breakthrough in a rainstorm, which was better than his thirty years of practice.

But when Xuanyin finally walked to the Xiguan Corridor and was about to leave the country to visit the ancestral temple of Buddhism in the Western Regions.

In the end, the only one who chose to follow and successfully came back alive with Xuan Yin was Bian Ji.

According to the soldiers guarding the gate,
By that time, Master Xuanyin had already entered the realm of heaven and man and became one of the most powerful people in the world.

He also snatched two boxes of scriptures from the Buddhist monks in the Western Regions.

At that time, the two boxes were carried on the shoulder of Bian Ji.

And this time.

After finishing his sermon, Bian Ji walked alone to the main hall at the back of Shenlong Temple.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The door to the main hall is very spacious, with ten carved wooden doors connected side by side, which shows how magnificent the space inside the hall is.

Now the doors are closed.

Bian Ji walked from the far left to the right and slowly pushed open the first door.

With candlelight shining through the hall, one can see that in the grand and spacious hall, the most eye-catching thing is a huge gilded statue of the Buddha.

His eyes looked down with compassion.

And on the long row of equally magnificent altars, there were thirty-two yellow incense sticks as thick as a baby's arm.

Under the altar, there was only an old monk standing alone.

With his back to him, he faced the Buddha statue, closed his eyes and gently struck the huge wooden fish.

The old monk was wearing a brown monk's robe. He was not tall, even a little short.

His appearance was not very good-looking, and his expression was solemn and slightly ferocious.

But upon closer inspection, he became compassionate again.

At this time, the huge Buddha statue of Master overlooking below turned into a furious looking Vajra.

"Master, today is the Ullambana Festival. I have already returned from my sermon, so I am telling you about it. The rest is nothing special, except for two things that are quite interesting."

Monk Bian Ji pushed open the first door but did not go in.

Instead, he took a step forward and pushed open the second door, but the Abbot Xuan Yin in the hall seemed to have no reaction.

“The first one is about that lady, Her Majesty.

His Majesty was originally in seclusion and shouldn't have shown up, but he still came. I thought that this was undoubtedly a gesture of goodwill from the Dayu royal family, so it wasn't surprising.

Just as you said, our Majesty's foundation is not stable, and his cultivation is also lacking a key step. In short, he is not very confident.

In the eyes of that emperor, the Tianshi Mansion and the Shenlong Temple are roughly like the "Li Party" and the "Qingliu Party" in the court. They must check and balance each other, so that the emperor can be most assured. "

Bian Ji took a step forward and pushed open the third door.

He paused and said with a smile:

"As for the other one, it is quite interesting. It is related to Zhao Duan. This person has become famous recently, and I have occasionally paid attention to him.

Because the golden tablet in the Tianshi Mansion seemed to be very similar to it, the disciple took the invitation of Sun Lianying, the supervisor of the White Horse Division, to go and see him last time, and it was indeed different from the rumors.

But I never expected that he had the talent to govern the country... This is strange.

If he had not been ignorant of Buddhist principles, one would almost think that he had received an initiation from the Buddha and thus attained enlightenment..."

Bian Ji walked alone and slowly pushed open each door.

It became brighter and brighter outside the palace:
"Master, I know that you are in the outer world and only your body is left here, but please at least write me a reply.

You say, did our Majesty gain some realization during this sudden retreat?

One step closer to the true realm of heaven and man?
As you said, it is better for her to never break through. Otherwise, some patterns will be broken, and my Shenlong Temple will not be able to use the power of the court to fulfill the long-cherished wish of "the fusion of the East and the West"...

Well, it’s better not to break through…”

As Bian Ji was speaking, he had already pushed open the last door, but the sound of wooden fish in the hall suddenly stopped.

"what?"

Bian Ji turned his head and looked in the direction of the palace, frowning slightly. He heard a low dragon roar.

Inside the Buddhist temple, Abbot Xuanyin opened his eyes, as if sensing something.

After a moment, he closed his eyes and said calmly:

"The dragon vein is disturbed, please be patient."

Is it just a disturbance? Because of the Ghost Festival? Or... has the Empress really made some progress?
Bian Ji remained silent, frowning and saying nothing.

……

Tianshi Mansion, deep in the small courtyard.

The mysterious banyan tree's crystal leaves rustled.

Suddenly, a human-like face appeared faintly in the treetops, quietly gazing towards the direction of the imperial palace.

"Master, what are you calling?"

Jin Jian Yazi, a girl with delicate features, out-of-focus eyes and a somewhat silly look, sat at a table, looking around blankly.

Next to her, sitting on a rocking chair, an old Taoist priest with a tall stature, narrow eyes, and wearing a dark priest robe, was holding a jade scroll in his hand, also gazing quietly into the distance.

After a moment, he frowned slightly and shook his head:

"It could be that the dragon's energy is agitated. Is it related to the celestial phenomena?"

He was a little uncertain because there were powerful restrictions in the entire imperial city, isolating it from outside prying eyes.

Although he could break it by force, that would mean falling out with the imperial court.

"Oh." Jin Jian got an answer and no longer cared.

Anyway, the thing just made a sound, not very loudly. If a cultivator was not very good at hearing and seeing, he might not be able to hear it.

She enthusiastically shared gossip:
"Master, let me continue to tell you about Zhao Duan's excitement in the vegetarian garden tonight..."

Zhang Tianshi smiled and said:
"Okay, tell me in detail."

……

Inside the secret room.

Zhao Duan felt a splitting headache, as if a huge stick was rammed into his brain, stirring violently.

He cried out in pain, but the sound was perfectly blocked by the secret room.

Zhao Duan fell to the ground, holding his head. The blood vessels on his skin were bulging, which looked particularly scary.

In a trance, he seemed to "see" the golden "dragon soul" with illusory eyes and eyebrows, which seemed to be condensed from smoke, making a circle in his meridians, as if inspecting its new home.

After that, it picked for a long time with disdain, and finally penetrated into his Dantian Qi Sea, and gently lay down.

Like a cat, falling back into sleep.

However, when it was sleeping, every breath it took would absorb the energy in Zhao Duan's body and then spit it out, but it was several times purer.

The pain receded like the tide.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Duan slowly got up with a confused look on his face.

"no……"

He looked at his hands, then touched his lower abdomen, feeling the powerful and inexhaustible force slowly pumping out from his dantian.

I have a vague feeling that with this thing, I seem to have turned on the automatic hanging mode, practicing every moment.

At the same time, there is a sense of mystery:
As long as he is in danger of his life, he can awaken the "god" in his body... the cost is unknown.

"I swallowed the god created by Old Xu?"

"That's not right... Isn't it written on the stone platform that one needs to be in the worldly realm... I am just a mortal..."

"Also, isn't this thing prepared for the descendants of the royal family? Isn't there any bloodline requirement? Can I swallow it after practicing this inheritance? Can't you see that I'm not a member of your Xu family?"

Zhao Duan was disheveled in the wind, feeling a strong sense of unreality.

He became more and more suspicious that something was wrong with him. His Martial God Picture was different from others, and it was the same now.

"Oh, but think on the bright side. I don't have to worry about whether to hand it in or not. Now I can't do it even if I want to."

Zhao Duan laughed at himself and suddenly wondered if Zhenbao could detect anything unusual about him.

What if it's like last time in the sedan chair, checking my body...

Ton.

He swallowed and felt a little headache. What if this thing was discovered?
The Empress asked: How come my baby is in your belly? !

Zhao Duan: Actually... I can also put my treasure into your majesty's belly...

He shook his head and put the weird thoughts behind him.

Zhao Duan acted stealthily and confirmed once more that there was nothing in the secret room. He then hurriedly activated the formation and escaped from the palace while the buff of the Ghost Festival was still there.

……

"Wow!"

Under the stone bridge in the capital at night, Zhao Duan broke out of the water, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, felt the night breeze, and felt like he was in a dream.

……

Inside the palace.

Xu Zhenguan stood on the top of Yuanzu Temple in fluttering white clothes. His mind covered the entire imperial city, and his face was blank:
"Disappeared again?"

After a moment of silence, she sighed.

Dragon Soul... Finally...

Or is it just my own illusion?

(End of this chapter)