Chapter 1653 Xuanmen Important Place

Jiang Cheng suddenly saw the face of Ling Xiao Taoist. At the last moment of last night, Ling Xiao Taoist told them not to enter the Sutra Library after dawn.

If Ling Xiao Taoist really has a problem, then the Sutra Library today is the top priority.

Having seen the bodies of Song Tianming and the other four, it would be meaningless to go to the side yard. Everyone went back with the excuse that they were not interested. Perhaps they wanted to leave a good impression on Jiang Cheng and the other three, and try to restore the fat man's bad impression of Qingfeng Temple. On the way back, Xuan Yi became more and more enthusiastic and told the three people about the history of Qingfeng Temple.

According to him, Qingfeng Temple is an ancient temple with a history of 300 years. The real person Bixu who founded Qingfeng Temple was an extraordinary figure. His knowledge spanned ancient and modern times, and his methods were even more tyrannical. With a Qinghong sword and a white jade whisk, he broke into the magic cave alone and killed the seven demons of the Demon Sect. He single-handedly saved more than a hundred stubborn disciples of the Demon Sect and suppressed the evil spirits in Yongzhou for sixty years.

Changing the subject, Xuan Yi began to talk about his master, Ling Xiao Daoist. In his words, Ling Xiao Daoist was a god-like figure who was no less than Bi Xu Zhenren. He killed big monsters, exterminated evil spirits, exterminated demons and defended the way, and upheld justice. He was well-known throughout the martial arts world, and heroes from all sides came to make friends with him. Unfortunately, Ling Xiao Daoist had always been indifferent to fame and fortune. Over the years, he had only had close relationships with a few people, such as Master Fu Ji, the abbot of Wuwei Temple, and Master Jing Chen of Jingci Temple.

Xuan Yi's face was full of respect when he mentioned his master, Taoist Ling Xiao, but Jiang Cheng was more concerned about the name of Master Fu Ji. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng turned to Xuan Yi and couldn't help but sigh: "Taoist Ling Xiao is such a godly figure, so those who can make friends with him are definitely not ordinary people. I wonder if people like us who are not blessed can have the honor to meet him in this life.

This is said humbly, but Xuan Yi's ears are obviously very happy to hear it, "What are you talking about, pilgrim? It's a coincidence that Master Fu Ji and a group of monks are in this temple."

"Such a coincidence?" Ye Qiutang pretended to be surprised, she vaguely felt that she had touched the crux of the problem.

"That's right, but Master Fu Ji and his group came in a hurry, it seems that they have something important to discuss with the master, so whether they can meet depends on the chance of the three pilgrims. ”

"Haha, so Taoist Xuan Yi has seen Master Fu Ji in person, what a blessing. "Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng sang the same tune, observing the flaws that Xuan Yi might reveal.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Yi shook his head hastily, "No, I am not blessed enough, and I have never seen Master Fu Ji in person. I just heard Brother Xuande talk about it by chance, and then I knew about it."

"So that's how it is."

As they walked and talked, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious, and Xuan Yi was no longer as reserved as he was at the beginning. Seeing that the time was almost right, Jiang Cheng looked at the road ahead and asked casually, "Is this the road to the Sutra Pavilion?"

Xuan Yi, who was introducing the scenery along the way to Ye Qiutang, was stunned and looked at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled look, "This pilgrim, this temple is a Taoist temple, how can there be a Sutra Pavilion? You are asking about the Sutra Chanting Hall of this temple?"

Jiang Cheng slapped his forehead and apologized hastily, "Oh, look at my memory, I climbed a mountain gate to worship a mountain god, it's a sin, I hope Taoist Xuan Yi will forgive me.

Xuan Yi waved his hand indifferently and consoled with a smile: "You are too polite, pilgrim. Master once taught that as long as the pilgrims who go up the mountain are kind-hearted, whether they worship Buddha or Taoism, or believe in some other immortals, what difference does it make?"

After several contacts, the fat man felt very good about Xuan Yi. He was very open-minded, his words were pleasant to the ears, and the key was that he was very sincere, which made him a little embarrassed.

Some disciples in the temple who met on the way also greeted Jiang Cheng and the other two politely. It can be seen that the disciples in Qingfeng Temple live a simple life, and some of them have patches on their Taoist robes.

Walking along the familiar road, when they were about to reach the Sutra Library, a young Taoist priest hurried over. When he saw Xuan Yi, he didn't have time to say hello, "Brother Xuan Yi, it's not good. Brother Xuan Cong's epilepsy has recurred. Brother Xuan De asked you to go over quickly!"

"What? I'll go over now."

Xuan Yi had just taken a few steps when he seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng and the other two with an embarrassed face.

Jiang Cheng nodded sympathetically, "Master Xuan Yi, you can go and do your work. We can just walk around."

"Hey, the three pilgrims, please do as you please."

After saying this, Xuan Yi and the little Taoist priest left in a hurry.

Watching Xuan Yi and the other two disappear completely, Ye Qiutang's brows gradually frowned, and after a while, he spoke: "What is this? Lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

Jiang Cheng naturally knew what Ye Qiutang meant. Not long ago, when they were about to check Xuan Cong, Xuan De suddenly appeared and disrupted their plan. Now they just came to the Sutra Pavilion, and Xuan Cong's place was in turmoil. This was not right no matter how you looked at it, as if they wanted to divert their attention from the Sutra Pavilion.

However, Jiang Cheng and Ye Qiutang naturally could not be led by the nose, so they simply ignored it and let Xuan Yi leave. They wanted to stay and see what the Sutra Pavilion, now called the Sutra Chanting Hall, was all about.

Led by Jiang Cheng along the familiar road, the three of them quickly passed through the Lost Forest and came to the open space in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

But at this moment, all three of them were stunned. The scene before them was beyond everyone's expectations.

In the open space closest to them, there were Taoists chanting scriptures in groups of three or four, and some were practicing swordsmanship with bamboo swords under the guidance of their senior brother.

However, as the sight moved further, a strange scene appeared. On the steps in front of the so-called chanting hall, there were actually several monks bending down to sweep the floor, using bamboo brooms with a thick front end.

And standing outside the door of the chanting hall were two warrior monks holding sticks. Their faces were full of flesh, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with.

What's even weirder is that these Taoist priests and monks get along extremely harmoniously. They are not obtrusive to each other and feel like they are a whole.

As his gaze raised a little bit, the fat man's eyes straightened, and he was filled with shock. He saw that this chanting hall had indeed changed, but not completely. It retained the grandeur of the red pillars of the Buddhist gate and the golden tiles. Noble, but the wall was replaced by a gray and simple brick wall.

Wind chimes engraved with Bagua pictures hang under the raised eaves. The wind chimes sway in the wind and make crisp ringing sounds.

There are countless similar details. The characteristics of Buddhism and Taoism are reflected in one building at the same time. It feels indescribably weird.

After a brief hesitation, the three of them from Jiangcheng walked forward. A young Taoist priest put down his sword and came over in confusion and asked: "Xuanqi, a poor Taoist, who are you three looking for?"

The three people in Jiang Cheng did not answer and continued to walk towards the door of the chanting hall.

"Stay, who are you? What are you doing here?" The Taoist priest followed closely behind.

When the three people from Jiangcheng were about to approach the cleaning monks, an angry voice behind them immediately stopped them in their tracks.

"Three donors, stay here! Why don't you answer my questions? If you insist on moving forward, poor monk Hui Qi will have no choice but to offend!"

Ye Qiutang turned around suddenly, and the scene in front of her made her tremble. She saw that the little Taoist priest had changed into a monk's robe at some time, and his hair was gone. He was staring at them angrily, and he would probably look at them again. The first step was to take a desperate stance.

"There is no room for arrogance in the important place of Xuanmen!" Behind the so-called Hui Qi, the Taoist priests who were a little further away shouted in unison.