Lanke Chess Edge

Over the years, Ji Yuan has traveled to many places and seen some temples, but I have to say that in terms of scale alone, there is no temple in my impression that can compare with Daliang Temple.

In Ji Yuan's blurred vision, the buildings of Daliang Temple in the distance are connected together, stretching for a long distance to the left and right of the line of sight, and the tallest part of it should be a building similar to a pagoda.

"When...when...when..."

The bell continued to ring, and when ordinary people listened to the bell, they also had the feeling of a long-lasting Buddha's rhyme, but Ji Yuan could even vaguely hear the sound of chanting following the bell.

After meditating and concentrating, the Buddha's voice even temporarily overwhelmed the din of pilgrims and pedestrians around him, lingering in Ji Yuan's ear alone.

"That's right, Daliang Temple really has some skills. It is worthy of being a Buddhist temple that can produce an eminent monk like Huitong. Although it is not the Ming King's practice place, it is indeed extraordinary!"

Ji Yuan praised in such a low voice, but he did not expect to be heard by a middle-aged man with keen ears in such a noisy environment.

"Sir, you are right. This Daliang Temple is a two-hundred-year-old temple. It is the first Buddhist temple in our Tingliang Kingdom. Master Huitong is even more famous as an eminent monk. It is also a signboard of Daliang Temple today!"

Ji Yuan can walk without intention or casting spells, but the breeze is blowing on his face while walking, and he swings his head and raises his lapel while sweeping his sleeves and hair.

Walking on the road, such an extraordinary man in white shirt actually attracted a lot of attention. Some discerning people had long guessed that this must be a famous scholar, but they were afraid of offending people, so they mostly just watched a few more times. The eyes will not pay too much attention.

And this man is the closer one, seeing Ji Yuan's gaze sweeping over, the man slightly cupped his hands as he walked.

"I heard that Mr. Wang's accent is correct, but he is from near Nanshan Mansion?"

In the official language of Tingliang State, refer to Nanshan Prefecture, that is, those prefectures close to Tingqiu Mountain. It is recognized as the language with the most correct and accurate pronunciation in the middle school. Although the language is similar, the local accents are very strong, and it is difficult for people from the real south to speak so standard.

Ji Yuan saw that although this man was wearing a toga, his wrists were wrapped with round nail armguards, and his steps were neither too long nor too short, and he was very powerful. If he was not a military man, he must be a master of hard work.

Ji Yuan also bowed slightly without stopping, shook his head and said with a smile.

"I am not from Nanshan Mansion or Tingliang Country, but from Dazhen. I have heard that Daliang Temple is famous for a long time, so I came here today for a visit."

When the man heard that Ji Yuan was from Dazhen, his eyes widened a little. He looked at Ji Yuan up and down, then left and right to confirm that he was alone, and clasped his fists to introduce himself.

"It turned out to be a romantic and elegant scholar from Dazhen, disrespectful, disrespectful, and blowing the iron wind, gold, silver, copper, iron, and violent wind and rain, people from the capital of Tingliang!"

"Fate, think about the fate of thousands of miles in your heart."

Ji Yuan responded briefly, looking towards the Daliang Temple in front, within a hundred steps away, there were many stalls and vendors outside the temple, and many people even set up shacks, as if it had become a market outside the temple.

Tie Feng was obviously also very curious about the place so far away from Dazhen, and after getting close to getting familiar with it, he and Ji Yuan walked together together, talking and laughing.

They are all well-measured people, and the chats with each other are superficial, and they don’t explore in depth. They talk more about the customs and customs of their respective hometowns. Tie Feng also introduced the situation of Daliang Temple for Ji Yuan. Who are the eminent monks in the monastery, and when will there be eminent monks to give lectures?

When passing by the market in front of the temple, Tie Feng bought a small bundle of incense, but Ji Yuan didn't buy any incense candles. From Tie Feng's point of view, it may be that this Dazhen scribe doesn't believe in ghosts, gods, gods and Buddhas. .

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the outside market, although the temple is full of pilgrims, it is obviously much quieter and orderly, and there are very few loud people. There are also monks in the temple to solve the problems of the pilgrims.

If you get lost and can't find the exit or toilet, what temple you want to go to, what monk you want to meet, and what behaviors violate the taboos of the monastery, there will be monks to help or stop them.

The excitement of Daliang Temple can be seen from this.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, Daliang Temple is not bad, isn't there a similar famous temple in Dazhen?"

After entering the monastery, Tie Feng saw that Ji Yuan looked around frequently and stopped every now and then, feeling a little proud in his heart.

"Hehe, there is no monastery of this size in Dazhen. According to what I saw, this Daliang Temple is not only the first temple in your Tingliang Kingdom in terms of size, it can be regarded as the land of Tingliang, Zuyue, and Dazhen. It's the first temple."

"Oh? Sir, have you ever been to Zuyue?"

Tie Feng was even more curious, and if he could say that, he definitely couldn't just pass by a random path.

"Well, I've been there, except for a few places, it can be said that the people are in dire straits!"

Looking at the prosperity here, Ji Yuan couldn't help sighing when he thought about the situation of his ancestor Yue Kingdom.

The two followed a group of pilgrims to the Mingwang Hall in the temple. Tie Feng was about to go in to offer incense, but after walking a few steps, he found that Ji Yuan hadn't followed, turned his head to look, and found that Ji Yuan hadn't stepped forward .

"Mr. Ji, what's the matter?"

Ji Yuan cups his hands slightly.

"Brother Tie has been there since he went to offer incense and worship the Buddha. Ji stopped going in to pay homage to King Ming. It just so happens that there is an old friend in this Daliang Temple. Let's part ways."

"This, it's so sudden, I still want to invite Mr. Ji to visit my Tie family's Beppu together..."

Tie Feng is very speculative because of his fate, and he also feels that he is a truly knowledgeable and refined scholar in front of him, so he doesn't want to just let it go.

"How about this, Mr. Ji will pay homage to King Ming with me first, and then I will accompany Mr. to find that old friend? Uh, if it's convenient!"

Ji Yuan smiled and waved his hands.

"No, no, it might be a bit inconvenient. As for King Baiming..."

Ji Yuan looked at the majestic Great Hall of King Ming, and through the wide-open door, he could see the huge statue of King Ming with Buddha's handprint inside.

"Hehe, forget it!"

Arching his hands again, Ji Yuan nodded towards Tie Feng, then turned around and strode away in another direction without any hesitation.

Tie Feng looked at the steps of the main hall for a while, hesitated for a while, and finally continued to enter the Ming Wang Hall, after all Mr. Ji said it was inconvenient.

Before communicating with Tie Feng, Ji Yuan already knew that most of the eminent monks of Daliang Temple practiced in the inner courtyard, and Huitong was no exception, so the direction was still very clear.

All the way to the north, I walked around the various buildings of the temple, and finally came to a courtyard wall arch, but there was a carriage parked here. You must know that no matter what your status is, other pilgrims have to get out of the carriage outside the temple before entering. Actually drove directly into the depths of the temple.

But I didn't think too much about this kind of thing, and walked straight towards the arch, where there was a sign saying "Pilgrims stop", and there were two strong monks standing there.

Seeing Ji Yuan approaching, one of the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name and stretched out his hand to block the arch.

"Goodness, Great Ming King Buddha, benefactor, the front is the backyard of my temple. There are also eminent monks practicing meditation, so it is not convenient for pilgrims to go there."

Ji Yuan bowed his hand in return.

"I'm not a pilgrim, and I won't force my way. I'm here for my friends. Please inform Master Huitong, saying that Ji Yuan is here, and he will meet me."

Although Tie Feng said before that Master Huitong was definitely not in the temple, but at such a close distance, whether it was the induction of the chess pieces or calculation, it all pointed out that Huitong was in the Daliang Temple.

"Uh, this benefactor, Senior Uncle Hui Tong is not here..."

"Master, monks don't lie, please inform me."

Ji Yuan stood there indifferently, with a gentle and fresh air flowing between his words, which made the two monks subconsciously believe him more, and stopped talking. After looking at each other, the other monk spoke.

"Then please wait a moment, the benefactor. I will report to the backyard immediately. If the uncle refuses to see you, please don't be upset."

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan responded and watched one of the monks leave in a hurry.

. . .

In a separate monastery hall in the inner courtyard of Daliang Temple, monk Huitong lowered his head and put his hands together, sitting on a futon and chanting sutras in a low voice.

In front of him was a low table with a small incense burner lit with sandalwood, a plate of fruit, a teapot and tea set, and several plates of pastries.

On the opposite side of the short table, a peach-red dress wearing a beaded hairpin was also sitting cross-legged there, leaning forward slightly, with his arms supporting his calves, watching Monk Huitong chanting sutras.

The chanting sound stopped after a while.

"Master Huitong, I still can't learn this Buddha Seal Sutra."

After the woman said this, the monk Huitong had no choice but to sigh, and continued to recite the scriptures from the beginning.

At this time, outside the monastery hall, a strong monk came hurriedly, but he couldn't get close, so he was stopped by a female official.

"Stop, don't pass!"

The monk had a strange expression on his face, he was obviously a monk in Daliang Temple, but he was stopped by an outsider, but he also knew the seriousness, understood that this person should not be messed with, and said truthfully.

"This benefactor, there is an old friend of Uncle Hui Tong visiting outside, and I need to report it."

"Old man? Who is it? I'll tell you for you!"

"Uh, the benefactor's name is Ji Yuan, and he said that when he hears his name, the uncle will meet him."

The female officer said it again, and then asked again.

"Which counts which fate?"

"Uh, this, I don't know."

"It's so unreliable! Wait, I'll report it!"

"Yes! I'm sorry..."

The female officer nodded, turned around and walked towards the monastery hall. Within a few steps, she had reached the door.

"Boom boom boom..."

"What's up?"

"Miss, a monk said that someone who claimed to be an old friend of Master Huitong came to visit Master, and his name was Ji Yuan."

Before the woman could say another sentence, she saw the monk Huitong who was chanting scriptures suddenly raised his head.

"Mr. Ji?"

Monk Huitong's voice was surprised, but his heart was full of joy, Mr. came at the right time!