Chapter 403 Amitabha Temple

"Very good, very good!" Liang Yan chuckled.

The young monk closed the door gently, turned around and ran towards the temple. Liang Yan had not been waiting outside for long when suddenly there were a few hurried footsteps, followed by a creak, and the temple door was slowly opened again.

I saw three young monks walking out from behind the door. They clasped their hands towards Liang Yan, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and said, "Donor Liang has a kind heart. Our uncle is willing to receive the benefactor in the living room."

Liang Yan also clasped his hands together and saluted: "Thank you!"

He followed the three monks and soon walked into a hall in the temple. He saw a tall monk sitting upright. When he saw Liang Yan, he immediately stood up and saluted, and then said:

"The donor has a great kindness, and the poor monk is really grateful."

Liang Yan chuckled and said, "Master, it's serious. Liang came here just to seek the Buddha's blessing. A little incense and money is really what he deserves."

As he spoke, he glanced around and asked casually: "Master, is he the abbot of Amitabha Temple?"

The tall monk clasped his hands together and replied unhurriedly: "Amitabha, the poor monk's dharma name is Cihang, and the abbot of this temple is the poor monk's senior brother, whose dharma name is Cidu."

Liang Yan nodded and said, "Why don't you see Master Cidu?"

"Haha, it's a long story. The donor is a guest from afar, so please sit down and have a cup of tea before we talk." Cihang chuckled.

"Master, you're welcome!"

Liang Yan smiled slightly and sat down with Cihang as guest and host. Cihang took a sip of tea and slowly said, "The abbot is not in the temple, but has gone to a nearby village."

Liang Yan showed a trace of doubt after hearing this, but did not interrupt Cihang's words, but waited for his next words.

Just listen to Cihang continue to say: "Just a few days ago, a village near Yangliupo suddenly lost many livestock for no reason. Some people even said that they saw a black shadow suspected of a monster strutting hair and drinking blood in the village. This incident made people panic. So many villagers went up the mountain to pray for help in our Amitabha Temple. My senior brother, who is the presiding officer, is profound in Buddhism and has many merits. Naturally, he is not afraid of any monsters. He followed the villagers down the mountain that night. I am afraid that he has already settled in the village. , waiting for the monster to slay him."

"monster?"

Liang Yan was slightly startled when he heard this, but then he realized that the monsters mentioned by the old monk should not refer to real monsters, but some spirits in the mountains and forests.

The land of Nanchui is not bordered by the demon and demon clans, so people from the demon clan are rarely seen. Even if there are demon clans entering, they must hide their heads and tail on weekdays, not daring to reveal their demonic aura at will, let alone making trouble.

After all, human monks have different views on monsters. Some radical people will kill monsters on sight, regardless of whether you have hurt a human life. The reason is: those who are not of my race must have different minds!

"The monsters that the old monk is talking about are just some birds, beasts, and trees that have become spirits, and they are not from the orthodox monster clan. Although such monsters can also absorb the spiritual energy of the world, their speed is too slow. The human race with two regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians is simply crawling at a snail’s pace.”

Liang Yan thought secretly in his heart for a while, then smiled and said: "I have long heard that the eminent monks of Amitabha Temple are profound in Buddhism. Since the abbot of your temple has personally come down from the mountain, this monster must be easily captured."

"Haha, the donor is so complimentary." Cihang felt a little happy when he saw what he said beautifully. He pondered for a moment and then said again: "The poor monk also heard about the purpose of donor Liang's trip, but recently he met someone What's unclean?"

"That's right!" Liang Yan immediately put on a look of asking for help and said: "Some inexplicable things have been happening recently. I'm afraid it's an evil thing. Please help me, master!"

Cihang smiled slightly and said: "Donor Liang, there is no need to panic. There is a magic weapon in the hands of the poor monk, which was personally consecrated by my senior brother. As long as the donor keeps it with him and chants the sutra day and night, the evil thing will be destroyed." .”

As he spoke, he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and placed them on the table between the two of them. Liang Yan looked sideways and saw that there was faint spiritual energy flowing on the string of sandalwood beads. It seemed to be a spiritual weapon.

In fact, he knew the details of the people in this temple very well since he entered. These were ordinary people without any cultivation. Although their energy and blood were strong, they were only at the level of ordinary warriors.

Only this Master Cihang has a faint trace of spiritual power flowing in his body, but this spiritual power is too weak and intermittent in his body. It is difficult to circulate even for a large circle. To say that this master is at the first level of Qi refining is a bit unqualified.

Liang Yan thought to himself for a moment, feeling that someone must have taught him the qi-refining method, but it was just a few unfashionable formulas that could not achieve the effect of practice at all. Therefore, this old monk could not even reach the first level of Qi refining throughout his life.

And the string of Buddhist beads he took out was naturally only slightly contaminated with spiritual energy, and was not a spiritual weapon that had been refined by monks using formal weapon refining techniques.

However, Liang's words would naturally not be expressed. He smiled, took the beads on the table solemnly with both hands, and said thank you: "Master, I am so compassionate, Liang is grateful!"

"Amitabha!"

Cihang proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then said: "Donor Liang has a kind heart, so he will naturally receive blessings. However, our temple has been closed recently to thank guests, but we cannot let the donor stay for a long time. Please forgive me."

Liang Yan couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw that although he said it politely, he had actually issued an eviction order.

"My butt is still hot, so you drove me out. What is so mysterious about it?"

However, as a pilgrim, he couldn't ask any more questions at this time, so he had to get up and follow a young monk to the Hall of Merit, paid five hundred taels of silver, and then left.

Liang Yan left the temple gate and walked on the mountain road, but his brows furrowed slightly. Five hundred taels of silver was nothing to a cultivator like him, but there was something strange about Amitabha Temple. Even the abbot was not in the temple. Who knew whether what Cihang said was true or false?

However, Liang Yan had nothing to do about it. Although he had the ability to turn the Amitabha Temple upside down, this matter might not be of any benefit to him. What's more, this is still the territory of the Wu Kingdom. If this move offends the nearby immortal sects or families, wouldn't it just cause more trouble?

Just when Liang Yan was thinking secretly, a vibration suddenly came from the storage bag on his waist. Liang Yan's expression changed slightly, and he reached out and took out a disc spiritual weapon, which was the communication disc he used to communicate with Dumb.

At this time, the red light on the communication disk flashed, but the information transmitted was an accurate location:

"The Temple of the Good Death."