The generals get along with them indifferently on weekdays and occasionally talks, and both sides avoid talking about their opposing identities. It seems that in the eyes of the monks of Zhixiang and others in Qinglong Temple, the generals are just an ordinary person they kindly treat, rather than the demon demon who they are willing to risk the world's slander and snatch from the Tongtian Sect. And the generals never asked why the people in Qinglong Temple wanted to save him.

Time passed by like this, and Jiangchen's body was getting better day by day. In the past few days, he had been able to walk more easily. Sometimes when the morning bell and evening drums sounded, he would pull a chair to open the window, sit by the window, listen with his ears on his ears. It seemed that the bells and drums in Qinglong Temple had a different charm to him.

During the days when he was recovering from his injuries, only Zhixiang and Zhishan in Qinglong Temple often visited him, and almost no other monks came here, let alone Master Qiushui and other monks of the big-name generation. Because of his injuries, Jiangchen never left this room. In addition to occasionally opening the window to look out, what appeared in front of him was just a small courtyard with red walls and green tiles, and a few short trees were planted in the courtyard.

But for Jiangchen, such an ordinary and simple little courtyard, he felt a bit familiar. Although it was not revealed from the day he opened the window, he immediately fell in love with this place.

Listening to the morning bell in the morning and the evening drum in the evening, the peaceful and leisurely years, in just a short time, have made him unable to let go and be intoxicated.

Does anyone know that in his heart, the greatest luxury hope was to live such a peaceful life...

Qinglong Mountain, Qinglong Temple, the vast and magnificent temples and pavilions, and the small courtyard in a strange and remote corner, live like this, live, live...

"Squeak!" The wooden door was pushed open all of a sudden. Zhixiang walked in alone, glanced into the house, and then fell on Jiang Chen who was lying on the bed. Jiang Chen closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was asleep.

Zhixiang smiled slightly, turned around and closed the door, and said to Jiangchen: "What do you think today? Does your chest still hurt?"

Jiang Chen moved his body, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhixiang, and said lightly: "Every time you come, you have to ask this, don't you feel annoyed?"

Zhixiang smiled and shook his head, his eyes turned, but he walked to the other wall. In front of the picture of the statue of the God Nuwa, he picked up three thin sandalwood branches from the altar, placed them on a thin candle next to them, and then inserted them into the copper incense burner.

The light smoke rose and drifted into the air. The Nuwa suddenly became a little confused, and the air gradually began to smell the fine sandalwood.

Zhixiang joined ten times and bowed to Nuwa Image three times before turning around, looking at the general minister for a while, suddenly said, "Are you just here to worship?"

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at the portrait. Nuwa in the image had a compassionate face, dignified and beautiful, and her pair of sharp eyes looked at her, as if she was looking at all the mortals in the world. At this moment, she was looking at herself like compassion.

He felt aroused, but then he sneered: "I worship her so much. If she had indeed had a spirit, I have never asked God and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens in the past, and I have never seen them express compassion!"

Zhixiang looked at him for a long time, and looked calmly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth still on his face, without any regrets. After a while, Zhixiang sighed, turned around, bowed his head to the statue of Nuwa Buddha, and chanted something lightly, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Chen looked at him behind him and sneered.

After Zhixiang finished his salute, he turned around and his compassionate expression gradually faded away. He changed into a peaceful smile and said, "I think you look good today, and your body has roughly replied recently. Why don't we go out!"

When the general heard this, he was stunned and said, "Go out, where to go?"

Zhixiang smiled and said, "Go to where you want to go and meet the people you want to meet."

The general frowned, then raised his eyebrows and said, "What, is it Master Qiushui..."

Zhixiang nodded and said, "That's right, my teacher heard that you have recovered and was very happy. Let me come here today. If you are not tired, you can meet. I wonder what you mean?"

The general was watching Zhixiang for a long time, and suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Of course, I want to see him. Not to mention that I have been in good health, even if I was seriously injured that day, as long as he wanted, I would crawl to see him."

Zhixiang said with all his words: "The donor is so serious, please follow me."

After saying that, he led the way, walked to the door first, opened the door and walked out.

The general followed immediately, but when he was about to walk out of the room, somehow, he suddenly looked back at the picture of the statue of Nuwa hanging on the wall. In the slight smoke, Nuwa looked kind and smiled slightly, as if she was staring at him.

Jiang Chen frowned and snorted, but immediately turned around and went straight away without looking back. Only the fine sandalwood was left, floating gently in the empty room behind him.

After walking out of the courtyard, there was a passage about two feet long, four feet wide, with red walls on both sides, which were as high as two people. There were green glazed tiles on the top. At the end of the passage was a circular arch. When you approached that arch, you could faintly hear a sound from outside.

The sound was quite strange. At first glance, it seemed to be the sound of monks in the temple reading scriptures, but there were other strange sounds mixed in it. Some of them should not appear here in the imagination of the ministers. For example, women in villages gathered together to chat and talk, or believers shouted to worship Buddha loudly, and some children cried faintly.

How could such strange sounds appear in Qinglong Temple, which is known as one of the three great sects of the righteous path in the world?

Jiang Chen was shocked and confused. He looked at Zhixiang, but saw that Zhixiang's face remained unchanged. He led the way in front of him and walked out towards the arch. Jiang Chen frowned, calmed down, and walked out.

It suddenly became clear outside the door, but I saw white jade as stones, paved as a stadium, and stone steps were stacked, nine into one group, connecting to the Great Hall, and there were nine to eighty-one groups. Between the jade carvings, the palace was majestic and extremely tall. Thirteen huge stone pillars in front of the hall soared into the sky, more than ten feet high. The golden wall on the top of the hall was brilliant, and the eight ridges were divided equally on them, carved into the shape of dragon heads. Each ridge had ten auspicious beasts, with different shapes and lifelike appearances.

The various sculptures of Your Highness are far beyond the imagination of the world, and they are not easy to make. Behind the Main Hall, on both sides and in front of them, there are towering halls connected by squares or winding paths, and some are directly connected together, layered and magnificent.

However, although this building is majestic and magnificent, it is indeed amazing, but at this moment, it is not these that shocked the generals and ministers the most, but on this solemn holy land of Buddhism, there are countless mortals who are constantly shuttled through, holding incense, kneeling and worshiping Buddha, and the steps and square, inside and outside the hall, the incense is unimaginable.

The huge Qinglong Temple, which has a high status in the righteous path of the world, is like an ordinary temple in the mortal world, open to countless secular people to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Jiang Chen never thought of this. He understood the strange sounds just now, but he was even more confused. Since he grew up in the ancient wasteland, he had long been used to the so-called magical style. The fairy mountain fairyland was originally something that only practitioners could have. In the ancient wasteland, where have you ever seen an ordinary citizen going up the mountain to burn incense and pray for wishes?

He turned to look at Zhixiang and asked in surprise: "This..."

Zhixiang smiled slightly and said, "Today is the first day of the lunar month, so there are more people. Although the temple is full of incense, there are not many people on weekdays. However, every day on the 15th day of the lunar month, people around hundreds of miles have the custom of coming to worship Buddha."

The general shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "No, I think it's strange, why did you let the people come in and burn incense and worship Buddha?"

Zhi seemed to be expected to ask this question to the general minister. He nodded and made a walk here. Then he took the general minister to the back of the Grand Prix Palace and said as he walked: "In fact, Qinglong Temple was like the Tongtian Sect and other clans in the past, and was not open to the secular world. However, after my mentor Master Qiushui took over as the abbot, he studied Buddhism with three other uncles, made a great wish and said: Buddha is the Buddha of sentient beings, not the Buddha of me. So he decided to open the mountain gate to accept the people."

Speaking of this, Zhixiang stopped and turned around and pointed to the countless steps leading to the Main Hall, saying, "Did you see that long stone step?"

Jiang Chen nodded and said, "What?"

Zhixiang said: "That was when a master uncle saw that the mountain road was steep. Although the people were determined to worship Buddha, there were many weak people. They were unable to move and could not go up the mountain to fulfill their wishes. So he used his great powers and used his power to spend ten years to open up this smooth path on the originally steep mountain road, and did such good deeds with great merits."

The general could not help but feel respectful, his expression resonated, and said, "There is such an amazing senior, may I ask about his name?"

Zhixiang glanced at him, was unexpectedly silent for a moment, and whispered: "The uncle named Dahan, has been dead for more than ten years."

Jiang Chen's body suddenly became stiff, like the word "Great Cold" and was like the thunder in the sunny day. It hit his mind, which shocked him to the point of breaking his mind.

Zhixiang looked at the changeable generals, and suddenly felt sad and angry, sighed and whispered: "Forget it, let's go, the abbot is still waiting for us!"

Jiang Chen followed Zhixiang arched over, but his originally relaxed pace had become extremely heavy at this moment. After walking several feet, he suddenly turned back with a complicated expression. He saw a crowd of people in the distance, and countless people walked through the stone steps. The old man, man, woman, and child walked past the stone steps with pious expressions, chanting the Buddha's name, as if they had walked this path closer to the Buddha.

The expression on Jiangchen's face was complicated and difficult to understand. He clenched his hands into fists and slowly let go. After a while, he slowly turned his head and walked forward. Zhixianghe, who was waiting in front, recited the Buddha's name without saying much.

The two went together, leaving only these countless believers and the silent Buddhist path behind them, and in the human world.

This place is originally from the human world, and it is no longer the realm of devil and Buddha.

After walking through the Great Hall, there are still a long string of temples behind it. Qinglong Temple is a famous sect after all, and its style is not comparable to ordinary temples. However, Zhixiang took the generals back all the way, but did not stop in any of the temples and pavilions, but just walked towards the back mountain.
Chapter completed!