Late Night Tales Of The Capital

The harsh squeaking sound rang through the whole boiled temple.

In the dead of night, the sound is very far away. From the temple gate of Bo Xue Temple, through the Hall of Prayer, through the Sanmen Hall, and passed to the Daxiong Hall. In the middle, there are also Buddhist disciples who heard this door, but the abbot just issued The Golden Jubilee Order, closed for ten years, no one can get the mountain, and no outsider can enter.

After the sound of the door was heard for a while, it stopped.

The female disciple of Fengleige in front of the temple is very surprised. "The masters of this boiled temple, are the ears all awkward? Such a loud voice, that is, sleeping and dying, should not be heard!"

"Sister, will the masters be determined to practice?" Guan Shuheng guessed.

"The practice is not closed, the ear can still be used. When you enter the time, even the voice around you is blocked?" The sister returned.

"Maybe Buddhism is not the same as us." Guan Shuheng is uncertain, but the voice is already very small. I am afraid that even he himself will not be able to deceive.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger. The original young disciples of Fengleige are not afraid of the snow, but now the real yuan is almost exhausted. Soon they will be no different from ordinary people. Without the real body, it will be cold. The same will be frozen to death.

Two female disciples who have just entered the spiritual world have begun to fight and fight back and forth to ensure the temperature of their bodies. Lei Tianyou lying on the back of the tube tree is less and less hot, although the tube tree Yoko has taken off his clothes and covered them on Lei Tianyou.

The red bean woke up at this time, but said that he was not willing to come down from the leaf, and he was curious to see the huge temple complex in front of him.

“Here is the boiled snow temple you are looking for?” Red bean asked softly.

"I am also the first time, it should be." Ye nodded.

“Wu Xiu practiced in this place?” Red beans closed their eyes and felt it.

"The cultivation of the world is divided into the world of Buddhism and the birth of the Buddha. This boiled temple should be regarded as a family. The Buddhas who enter the world will generally walk in the secular world and go where to go." Ye Wei continued, "Buddha It is necessary to purify all beings and to make the world a reality. I hope everyone can go to the world of bliss."

"The world of bliss?"

"is that a lie!"

The red bean does not believe in the face. In her family, there is no record of the classics. After the death, I can go to the world of bliss. Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge have heard of it. Even if it is a dragon, it will enter the reincarnation after death.

"Why did you knock on the door for a long time, no one answered? Is the Buddha a scorpion?" Red beans looked at the closed temple door.

"Where do I know, this boiled snow temple was requested by the master of Feng Leige. It should not be able to enter even the door." Ye said, "I have a heart, but I know that there is a change, Buddha." Renovation of the temple, let alone the source, is the ordinary people knocking on the door, but also the principle of not closing the door, the most serious cause and effect of the Buddha repair, the most important to save the hardships, the opportunity to send the door, how can not even look at it!

Unless they confirm that the cause and effect are demons from hell.

Opening the door is a disaster.

"Knocking on the door and continuing to knock on the door, I don't believe it. Can anyone not hear such a big temple?" The Fengleige female disciple who slammed the door shouted loudly and rushed to the front.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

The knocking on the door is getting louder and louder and more and more urgent.

The sound is like a slap in the face, a slap in the palm of the face of the temple.

The tube tree standing next to the teacher’s sister finally couldn’t stand it anymore, shouting out, “The master of the boiled temple, we are disciples from Fengleige. Recently, I was smashed by the demon, and the master Lei Tianyou was fighting against the demon. Seriously wounded and dying, I have gone through all the hardships and escaped. I hope that the master can open the door and save my master."

No one answered.

Lushan died.

"My master brother is the only grandson of Leijia in South Vietnam. I hope to see Master Yunxia." Guan Shuheng shouted again, and his voice was already a bit heartbreaking, because even a fool knows that it is not the Buddha of Bo Xue Temple. I can't hear it, I just don't want to open the door.

Lei Tianyou sighed, and the tube tree could continue to calm down.

"Seeking the master to open the door!" A group of female disciples also began to scream as they knocked on the door.

Still no one answered.

In front of the Daxiong Hall.

Yunxia stood opposite the abbot, and the eyebrows were covered with snow.

"It turned out to be a child from Lei Yue in Nanyue. You really don't open the door?" the abbot asked softly.

Master Yunxia shook her head and did not speak.

"I heard that this is the only grandson of the old man. If you die in front of the temple, you will definitely become a magical obstacle in your heart. It will be harder to think about breaking the border in the future." The abbot said with some worry.

"I know all the brothers said, but I can't push the whole temple to the edge of the cliff of **** because of myself. This group of teenagers comes with magic. If they are saved, they will definitely kill for the botanical temple. Misfortune, this time the magic source originated in Youbei, I can't wait too late, where there is a reason to ask for trouble, I am responsible for the 1,326 Buddhist disciples of the whole temple." Master Yunxia looks sad The mouth is smiling.

"Okay, then I will arrange to talk to them and let them leave. It is not a solution in front of the temple."

After a quarter of an hour.

Guan Shuheng and others finally heard a burst of footsteps.

"Someone is coming." The female disciples of Fengleige cried so much that it seemed that the master of the boiled temple was finally touched by himself.

"The donor, don't knock on the door again." A young voice came from behind the temple gate. It should be a young master.

"Master of boiled snow temple, hello, late night harassment, inconvenience caused by the repair of the masters, I apologize first, if there is a way, we will not come to visit the mountain at this time." Guan Shuheng try to make his own words It seems not so impulsive. "My master's brother is very hurt. I hope that the master can open the door for treatment. By the way, let me wait for a while."

I have been listening to Guan Shu Heng, and the little sister behind the temple door has returned. "I am really sorry. We have already closed the mountain since today. Within ten years, we will not receive any foreign donors. Please come back."

"We are not the people under the mountain. We are also the same people in the realm of cultivation."

"The abbot handcuffs, all the matters in the realm of cultivation, my temple is no longer participating, and the temple gate will not open again from today."

Guan Shu listened to the voice of Xiao Yan, and his heart became colder and colder. "My master brother has a relationship with Master Yun Xia. Can you please ask Yun Xia master to come to see you, even if you don't open the door, treat my brother and my brother? it is good."

"Please, master."

The sound behind the temple gate was broken for a while, then another sentence came, "The donor, you may be disappointed. Master Yunxia has been gone for a long time before, and can't come to treat you."

(There is a chapter later.)