Seeking longevity from the world of Si Teng / Seeking longevity from the world of the Republic of Ch

"I wonder if the great monk Huiyuan is still there?" Daoji asked with a smile.

"Do you know Abbot Huiyuan?"

"However, hurry up and bring the poor monk into the temple. According to your seniority, you have to call me Shishule!" Daoji stepped into the temple gate and smiled.

Chapter 220 VI Staying at Lingyin Temple

The little monk hurriedly stopped Daoji, and then said: "You two, please wait here for a while, and the little monk will go to ask the abbot for instructions."

Daoji sized up the little monk with his rotten cattail fan and said, "You little monk, if this is the case, then hurry up and ask for instructions."

When the little monk heard Daoji's answer, he was overjoyed and said, "Two masters, please wait a moment. The little monk will return soon."

Daoji chased away people with his rotten cattail fan, urging the little monk to go quickly.

"I made His Majesty laugh. The poor monk has not returned for many years, and the people in the temple don't recognize the poor monk." Daoji turned his head and said with a smile.

Qin Li looked at Daoji who was unrestrained in front of him, shook his head and smiled, and didn't say anything, but stood at the door with Daoji and waited.

Now this season is the rainy season, and I don't know when the rain will fall.

The yellow courtyard wall, the gate is slightly open, and there are many branches and leaves on the steps behind Qin Li and his wife, which are even more messy after being washed by the rain.

There are many towering trees near the gate of the courtyard. The rainwater cannot hit the leaves directly, and then hit the leaves unwillingly.

Now Qin Yue's ears are full of this kind of "slapping" sound.

The rain was so heavy that some new leaves couldn't bear the force and were directly broken and fell to the ground.

Therefore, although the "click" sound in the forest is loud, it highlights a kind of calm.

Qin Li did not stand all the time, but found a place to sit with his back to the temple, watching the heavy rain that was falling in the forest.

Because of the heavy rain, the air in the forest was much fresher, and he even smelled a scent of grass and trees in the air.

"Daoji."

Dao Ji heard Qin Li's call, turned his head, and then came over, and sat on the threshold with Qin Li.

After sitting down, he fanned his cattail fan and turned his head to look at Qin Li, as if to say: "What's the matter?"

Qin Li didn't make Daoji wait too long, he looked at the steps slowly going down the mountain, and said, "Do you understand this world?"

When Daoji heard this question, he didn't speak in a hurry, and the exaggerated and playful expression on his face gradually disappeared and became serious.

Daoji frowned, thought for a while fanning the cattail fan, and then said, "Young monk, I don't know what the venerable wants?"

Daoji really didn't understand what Qin Li wanted to ask, so he didn't say it casually, but asked again.

Qin Li wasn't surprised by Daoji's question either, he didn't make any movements and kept a distant posture, looking at the leaves in the distance.

The heavy rain has no tendency to decrease, the leaves above the head are becoming thinner and thinner, and there is a touch of green on the steps.

After a long time, Qin Li said again: "Don't you think you are too special?"

"In the past 30 years, have you met other monks besides Pindao?" Qin Li asked lightly.

Daoji frowned, and began to recall the past. After about a minute, Daoji looked at Qin Yue and shook his head.

"You can prove the Arhat status from an ordinary person in just 30 years. You are really a man of great luck, but why are you and me the only monks in the world? Have you ever thought about this?" Qin Li Said lightly.

After hearing Qin Li's words, Daoji fell into deep thought.

He really hasn't thought about this matter. One is that he can only be regarded as a little monk who has mastered a little magic power before, and he is not qualified to explore such a problem. It is also understandable.

He never thought of himself as the special one.

But now because he was certified as an Arhat and had to be reminded by Qin Li, Daoji began to think about this problem, but how can this kind of problem be clarified in a short time.

Daoji asked, "Does your lord know what's going on?"

Qin Li looked at Daoji who was asking, smiled and said, "I don't know either?"

"Poverty only knows that you are the first monk that Pindao has met since he was born." Qin Li said.

"May I ask how old your lord is now?" Daoji asked.

"Poverty Dao is now more than two hundred, and he has been alone since he embarked on the journey of cultivating Tao at the age of 27." Qin Li replied.

After listening to Qin Li's answer, Daoji didn't speak immediately, but thought in his heart.

But at this time, there was a sound in the temple.

"Where is Daoji?"

"It's at the door."

Two voices, one old and one young, one thin and one thick, slowly approached here.

Qin Li and Daoji stood up and turned around, looking at the person coming.

There were four or five people who came, one of them was the young monk who opened the door for Qin Li and the other just now, and next to the young monk was a greasy middle-aged and old monk with a fat head and big ears, wearing a yellow monk's robe and looking very unfriendly.

"Uncle Jiansi, that's the two of them."

Guang Liang looked at the two people in front of him, feeling inexplicably disgusted in his heart.

A Taoist priest, a sloppy monk who looked like a beggar, couldn't make him happy.

If it were a great virtuous monk, he would naturally not have such thoughts. The key point is that Guang Liang has never been an eminent monk, but rather insidious.

He naturally doesn't like Taoist priests entering Buddhism, just like beggars and crazy monks, he doesn't like it either.

But the door of Buddhism is open to convenience, and as a big boss of the temple, it is not easy for him to drive people out.

"Which of you two is Daoji?" Guang Liang asked, his words sounded like a superior.

Dao Ji looked at the narrow-minded fat monk in front of him, laughed out loud, and pointed at Guang Liang with his cattail fan, he just laughed without speaking.

Daoji and this Guangliang belong to the same generation. Thirty years ago, when Guangliang was a young monk, he had the temper he has now. Unexpectedly, after 30 years, not only did he not get rid of his hostility, but he even did it. Jiansi, what a villain!

"Brother Guangliang, I'm Daoji! I haven't seen you for 30 years, and you are still so blessed." Daoji said with a smile as he hit Guangliang's stomach with a cattail fan.

After finishing speaking, he staggered towards the temple.

"Qin Li, a poor Taoist, and Dao Ji are good friends. Today, when passing by Lingyin Temple, it suddenly rained heavily, so I want to go to the temple to avoid the rain, so I ask Master Guang Liang to make it easier for me." Qin Li replied.

"The Taoist priest is serious. Buddhism and Taoism belong to the same family, so it is natural to take shelter from the rain." Guang Liang put his hands together and smiled.