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Chapter 88: Seeing People, Seeing Buddha (Please subscribe! Please collect!)

Hanshan Temple is located outside Gusu City. It is quite large. The various buildings alone cover an area of ​​six or seven acres, about three or four thousand square meters. If you add the fields in the temple, it may be tens of thousands.

The current Emperor Tai'an worships Taoism, but also worships Buddha. Therefore, although the Buddhist sects in various places cannot enter the court, they have developed quite well among the people.

Hanshan Temple is a representative.

The current abbot, Master Zhitong, is not as famous as Master Ku Rong of Ku Rong Temple in Gusu, but among the people, especially among the dignitaries in Gusu, he is even better than Master Ku Rong.

"Master, this is Hanshan Temple. I loved coming here when I was a kid. There are many delicious foods at the temple fair at the foot of the mountain."

"Master, try this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It's very delicious."

"And this, this is rice vinegar. It's so sour."

Lingsu was like a butterfly, looking here and there.

She already had a bunch of snacks in her hand.

"It's really good."

The food in Gusu is generally sweet. To be honest, it doesn't suit Su Jiu's taste.

But it's still a different taste when you first arrive.

Of course, the most important thing is that Lingsu and Xiao Hanyi like it very much.

Children rarely don't like sweets.

The three of them continued to walk up along the mountain road.

There were quite a lot of people. There were still many people playing, juggling, and doing business at the foot of the mountain. When you get to the top of the mountain road, basically all the people coming and going are pilgrims.

During this period, most people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and many of them hired porters to carry things up the mountain.

Don't ask, if you ask, it's the Buddha's special permission.

Su Jiu didn't comment on this, but he was no longer looking forward to this trip.

Until the temple.

As soon as Su Jiupu appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the temple.

On the one hand, it was his appearance and temperament, and on the other hand, it was his special combination.

Holding a sword, a man of the world.

Bringing two children, a disciple of the sect.

Thinking of the extraordinary sword and Su Jiu's excessive youth, many people speculated which famous young man in the world this was.

"Since you are here, burn some incense before leaving."

The incense is not very expensive, one cent per stick, which is the most basic price.

Of course, if you want the Buddha to know your thoughts and feel your intentions faster, you can also use more expensive incense.

The little monk who bought incense looked very dignified and was trying to sell the sandalwood in his hand.

"Let's go."

Su Jiu was getting more and more disappointed and didn't want to stay any longer.

Originally, I was planning to meet Zhitong, one of the only two true Buddhas in Gusu, but now I think it's better to forget it.

"Why is this so? I remember that when I was a child, I accompanied the young master and the lady to burn incense, it was not like this."

Ling Su also frowned.

NowadaysHanshan Temple, it doesn't look like a temple, it looks like a shop.

"Nothing." Su Jiu smiled: "Buddha is indeed a good business."

Throughout the ages, all walks of life are like this.

Just as he was about to leave, a little monk came over and put his hands together: "Mr. Su, Donor Lingsu, Donor Li.

I am a poor monk without wisdom, and I am honored to meet you three."

The little monk was only about ten years old, but his cultivation had already reached the realm of Vajra. In the world, he was also a hero.

If someone respects me one foot, I will return one foot.

Su Jiu also nodded and greeted.

"Master, please come into the temple to see Mr. Su."

"Master?"

"It's the abbot, Master Zhitong."

Hearing this, Su Jiu thought for a moment and then nodded: "Please lead the way."

"Please!"

Following the little monk all the way inside, many pilgrims cast curious and even envious eyes.

Obviously, not everyone can go to the temple.

After walking for a while, the surroundings became much quieter. Only one or two pilgrims could be seen occasionally, and the others were mostly monks who were walking in a hurry.

As they walked, Su Jiu suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer buildings around, and they had entered the mountains and forests.

Wu Hui also explained: "Master, you are in the quiet of the city, and you practice in the back mountains."

"Haha..."

Su Jiu laughed.

To find peace in a busy city, then practice in the crowd;

To avoid the world, then don't care about the fireworks of the world.

This Zhitong is quite interesting.

He also played a "compromise".

No comment, okay.

After walking in the forest for a while, Su Jiu finally saw the "real Buddha".

Don't say it, it was a bit unexpected. (To read the exciting novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It was under an ancient tree in the forest. An old monk who looked about 50 or 60 years old, wearing a very old but not torn cassock, holding an ancient scripture in his hand, and a bowl of tea in front of him.

"Master, Mr. Su is here."

Hearing this, the old monk stood up and looked over, and the first thing he said was: "Mr. Su, you seem surprised to see me?"

"Do you think I should be surprised?"

"Yes, and no."

The old monk smiled and replied: "It should be because my outfit is completely different from the scene in the temple; it shouldn't be because I am practicing Buddhism, and it should be like this."

"As long as you are happy."

Su Jiu's voice was very flat, and there was no big emotional ups and downs.

"Mr. Su, please sit down."

Su Jiu did not refuse, and took his two little apprentices to sit on the ground opposite the old monk.

"Mr. Su, Zhitong."

If it were an ordinary person, at least he would put his hands together and say "Master" at this time, but Su Jiu did not, instead he picked up the teacup: "The tea is good, and it is still the new tea of ​​this year.”

“The tea plantation in the temple, planted, picked and sold by ourselves.” Zhitong didn’t know what he meant, and replied with a smile: “It’s mainly sold in Gusu, and the price is not cheap.”

“It’s blessed by the Buddha’s light, so it should be.”

Zhitong laughed when he heard this: “Tea is tea. Buddha drinks tea, and people drink tea naturally.”

“But the incense is not incense.” (Liao De Zhao) “The incense in the temple is naturally not incense.” Zhitong replied with pursed lips.

Su Jiu was stunned, and then suddenly nodded: “It seems that this is the truth.”

“Haha…” Zhitong laughed when he heard this: “Mr. Su, you are quite intelligent.”

“Goodbye.”[]

After Su Jiu finished speaking, he stood up: “I have bought this incense, worshipped Buddha, and met people, but it’s a pity that I don’t have what I want.

It’s getting late, so I’ll go down the mountain. ”

“Mr. Su, please.”

They only met for a moment, chatted for a few words, drank a sip of tea, and Su Jiu stood up to leave.

This look was quite like a “bad guest”.

But Zhitong was very happy. Not only did he not stop him, he also looked excited, as if he had met a confidant.

Very strange!

Very strange!

At least Lingsu and Xiao Hanyi looked at their master in confusion, not knowing what he was playing at all.