Chapter 938 Jingci Temple
Da Yongli
1155, early August.
Accompanied by the morning mist, the passenger ship slowly entered the port, and Yang Yiyi pushed Wu Shaoyi's wheelchair off the ship.
Yang Yiyi had been to this place before. When she went home with Li Yingluo and Zheng Yinping, she got off the ship here, and then took a big detour by land before returning home.
When you get here, you will enter the territory of Liuzhou State, and it is Qizhou, which is Yang Yiyi's hometown.
But it is strange that when I came to this port last time, I was afraid of being hunted down by the Liu family, and when I came here this time, I was afraid of being hunted down by the Anxiang Hall.
The people sent by Sun Wei to escort had already disembarked and said goodbye at the previous port. After all, the people of the Plum Blossom Guard were active in the neighboring country, and it would not be good even if they did nothing.
The people of the Anxiang Hall never showed up, but Yang Yiyi and Wu Shaoyi did not dare to relax their vigilance, mainly because the Anxiang Hall was too evil, and everyone walking on the street looked like a lurking killer.
The good news is that Yang Yiyi only has two letters left in her arms, and the distance is not far. The bad news is that the next journey is on land, and it is impossible to travel quickly by boat.
The two did not stay in crowded places like the port. They took advantage of the opening of the city gate and immediately walked out of the city.
Walking forward along the neat official road, about a cup of tea, I saw the intersection turn left towards a mountain, then passed a poplar forest, and walked forward for about half an hour, and a zigzag mountain road appeared in front of me.
At this time, the sound of bells ringing from the mountain can be heard faintly. The next stop is Jingci Temple, which is on this mountain.
The status of Jingci Temple in the martial arts world is very subtle, and it is somewhat distant.
It is a big sect, but it does not move around in the world, but it is very famous because the people spread the word that the Bodhisattva of Jingci Temple is effective.
In fact, there are not many martial monks who specialize in martial arts in Jingci Temple. Most of them are monks who concentrate on worshipping Buddha. Therefore, compared with ordinary martial arts sects, most of the people who come and go in Jingci Temple are pilgrims.
Because the mountain road is full of steps, Wu Shaoyi's wheelchair is not easy to walk, so Yang Yiyi simply carried her on her back and carried the wheelchair in one hand. This shape made the pilgrims who came and went stop.
There were not many tourists in the early morning, and the most important thing was that the temperature had not risen yet. Yang Yiyi strolled up like a walk, and a magnificent temple appeared in front of her.
Jingci Temple is not short. At first, there was only a dilapidated temple. Later, it was slowly covered and became what it is now. It has lasted for nearly three hundred years.
Even in the early morning, there are many pilgrims coming and going, and it seems that the incense is prosperous.
Putting down Wu Shaoyi, the two followed the pilgrims to the gate of the temple. At this time, a monk who knows guests came up immediately.
"The two female donors are not like ordinary people. May I ask why you come to my Jingci Temple?"
This statement is somewhat alert.
If it were ordinary people, the monk in charge of reception would not be so rude. He should have seen that Yang Yiyi and Wu Shaoyi were both skilled in martial arts, and to put it bluntly, they were not good people.
It seems that Jingci Temple may be a little nervous recently, otherwise it would not be so wary of the people in the martial arts world.
However, Yang Yiyi was still carefree as always, and did not pay attention to these details at all. She bowed and said:
"I am Yang Yiyi. I have an urgent matter to see the host master. Please let me know."
When the monk in charge of reception heard this, his expression on his face softened from alertness, and even changed to a smile:
"It turned out to be the tigress Yang Yiyi, Miss Yang. Please come in. I will let the host master know immediately."
"..."
In a sense, Yang Yiyi is indeed famous.
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Taohuawu has never heard of Yang Yiyi's nickname, that's because they are ignorant and have decided not to be a martial arts sect.
But Jingci Temple is not like that.
When the monk heard Yang Yiyi's name and saw the two steel maces on her back, he quickly invited them in.
There are countless people who use swords in the martial arts world, but almost no one uses steel maces. This can almost be used as Yang Yiyi's business card.
——It would be better if she didn't add the nickname of tigress.
Feeling a little complicated, Yang Yiyi followed the monk in, bypassed the pilgrims and the main hall, and came to the backyard where outsiders usually don't need to enter.
Immediately, another monk brought tea and said that he had notified the master, please wait.
"This Zen room in Jingci Temple looks so poor..."
There are only simple and crude furniture in the Zen room, and even the paintings on the wall are signed by the monks in the temple, without any valuable decorations.
"Aren't all temples like this?"
"As the saying goes, Buddha doesn't save the poor, but temples are rich. I wonder if this Jingci Temple is just pretending."
After all, if you look at the prosperity of the incense in Jingci Temple, it doesn't look like a poor temple at all. Such a simple Zen room may really be used for pretending.
"Brother Li, be careful of the Buddha's blame."
Li Chengxi said nonchalantly:
"The Buddha has several teachers. If he really exists, he can come out to fight me."
Thinking back to the time, Li Chengxi was scared by the ghost and ran to the temple with Orde to buy a rosary for peace of mind, but in fact it was unnecessary.
As he learned more, Li Chengxi gradually became bolder.
His mentality now is, if you say that Buddhism exists, I believe it, but if you say that Buddha exists?
Okay, come out and practice with me.
After all, Li Chengxi is a real god, and he is definitely not afraid of fighting with a virtual idol.
As he was talking about this, a sound of footsteps approached, and then two monks walked into the Zen room.
Yang Yiyi quickly stood up and greeted them, but you know what, Yang Yiyi really knew both of them.
One was Master Xuanci, whom she had met during the suppression of the Tianlang Sect (see Chapter 373 for details), and the other was Master Xuanbei, who was a witness in Taohuawu a few days ago.
The monks of the Xuan generation should be at the level of the presiding elders in Jingci Temple. Two of them came out at once, which was a very high treatment.
This was the benefit of Yang Yiyi's initial fame. After all, if they were small fry, they would not be treated like this.
After a round of greetings, the two monks of the Xuan generation also sat down, and Master Xuanbei said:
"I have heard a lot about the trip to Nanjiang. Fortunately, the two female heroes helped."
This was a bit inexplicable. When we went to Nanjiang, there was no bald man from Jingci Temple among the people who went with us.
But in fact, there was, but Yang Yiyi didn't notice it.
Going to Nanjiang was an accident. Originally, Tianjue Palace took the lead in investigating Nanjiang's activities in the Central Plains. Since it was an investigation, it couldn't be too conspicuous.
Therefore, the monks sent by Jingci Temple all changed into the clothes of ordinary people in the martial arts world, and covered their bald heads with things like bamboo hats, so that they were not so conspicuous.
The monks who came back from southern Xinjiang naturally told about Yang Yiyi, which is why the monk's expression changed so obviously when Yang Yiyi reported her name.
Yang Yiyi hurriedly said a few polite words, but Master Xuanbei said:
"I also thank Miss Yang for showing mercy to Taohuawu, otherwise it would be difficult to end it."
Yang Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, damn, this old monk actually saw that he was playing for someone else.
