ragginovel Chapter 2305 Dongyang Clan
Chapter 2305 Dongyang Clan
Chapter 2305 Dongyang Clan
"Master Qingfeng, this Huangyuan Temple is inherited from the Pure Land lineage. It is one of the largest Buddhist temples of the Pure Land lineage in Shengfanguan..."
Chen Long took Qin Sang to a temple.
When he arrived at Shengfan Pass, Qin Sang intended to inquire about the news related to the "Ten Directions Pure Land Tibetan Sutra". After asking, he found out that the Pure Land lineage was very prosperous in Lizhou, especially among the common people, most of whom believed in the Pure Land doctrine.
The closest temple to Qingyan Temple where they lived was Huangyuan Temple.
"Amitabha! I am honored to meet Deacon Chen..."
The monk guarding the temple gate had already noticed them and recognized Deacon Chen.
The monks in Huangyuan Temple are all practitioners, but on the first and fifteenth day of every month, they will open the temple gates to welcome believers and invite ordinary people to come in to burn incense and worship Buddha. The monks in the temple often discuss Buddhist principles with lay people, so the temple is very popular.
On this point, there is a big difference between Buddhism and Taoism.
Taoist masters often live in seclusion in famous mountains and rivers, eating wind and drinking dew, and it is difficult for mortals to see them.
Deacon Chen was obviously familiar with the monk. He walked up to him and whispered a few words to him. The monk then hurriedly invited the two of them into the temple.
"Please take a seat, sir. I will report to the abbot now."
The monk left in a hurry.
Soon, Qin Sang sensed a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, like a calm and tranquil pool without ripples.
With a solemn expression, he stood up and looked outside the hall. He saw an old monk stepping in. He bowed to him eleven times and said in a voice as loud as a bell, "I am Tanyuan, a poor monk. I am sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."
"No! No! I am the one who disturbed the holy monk's meditation..."
Qin Sang bowed in return.
In the current world, Taoism and Buddhism, one in the East China Sea and the other in the Western Regions, do not interfere with each other. Therefore, although Qin Sang and the old monk did not hit it off at first sight, there was no tense atmosphere.
Qin Sang explained his purpose and handed over a jade slip. "I am fortunate to have obtained a fragment of a scripture. It is very mysterious. I would like to ask about the origin of the scripture. Please enlighten me, holy monk."
When Abbot Tanyuan saw the scripture, he was immediately surprised and said, "This is the Ten Directions Pure Land Tibetan Sutra!"
"But the Pure Land Sutra?"
Qin Sang asked.
"Exactly!"
Tan Yuan stared at the scripture, "Excuse me, but I would like to ask where did you get this incomplete scripture?"
Qin Sang did not answer, but asked: "I wonder where this scripture came from, and whether there is any authentic teaching in the world?"
Abbot Tanyuan looked up at Qin Sang, hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully: "This sutra is a superior sutra of my Pure Land lineage. It is said that it is being passed down in the Xiangji Temple in the Buddha's land. However, there have been no disciples practicing the Ten Directions Pure Land Tibetan Sutra in Xiangji Temple for a long time. Therefore, it is hard to say whether it has been passed down or not."
"Has the holy monk never been to Xiangji Temple?" Qin Sang asked.
“For some reason, many years ago, some of the Buddhist temples withdrew from the world and stayed away from the red dust. Xiangji Temple was the same. Every once in a while, they would send a Buddhist disciple into the world. Unfortunately, although we are from the same Pure Land lineage, this poor monk has never had the chance to see one,” Abbot Tanyuan said regretfully as he returned the jade slip to Qin Sang.
What he regretted was not only that he could not see the Buddhist disciples of Xiangji Temple, but even more so that he regretted this incomplete sutra.
The contents of the scriptures are roughly limited to the Jindan stage to the Yuanying stage. The realm is too low. Even if it is a true scripture, it is impossible to comprehend any profound truths from it.
"When the real person discovered this incomplete sutra, were there any other items nearby?" Abbot Tanyuan couldn't help but ask.
Perhaps we can find clues to other remaining scriptures through those items.
Qin Sang shook his head. If there were other clues, he would not easily take out this incomplete scripture.
This sutra was brought back from Zhongzhou by the monks of Jiguan Temple when Storm Realm had not yet ascended. When Qin Sang first saw this sutra, he was very interested and went to Jiguan Temple in person.
Facing Qin Sang, the monks of Ji Guan Temple did not dare to be negligent and told him everything they knew.
It turned out that the monk who obtained the incomplete scripture had never entered Zhongzhou Jiange, but bought it from another Zhongzhou cultivator outside the Jiange. He knew nothing about that person's identity or master, and had no way to investigate.
"In that case, I won't disturb the holy monk anymore," Qin Sang stood up and said goodbye.
Abbot Tanyuan hurriedly asked, "Forgive me for being so rude, but could you please let the younger generation read and study this incomplete sutra?"
The incomplete scripture is of little help to them, but the younger generations will definitely be inspired by it.
"It's just a torn sutra. The holy monk can deal with it as he pleases. I only hope that when he sees the Buddhist disciples of Xiangji Temple in the future, he can introduce one or two to me," Qin Sang said casually.
"Thank you, Masato!"
Abbot Tanyuan called a monk who had come before him and said, "Go pick three yellow apricots."
"Three?"
The monk was shocked, glanced at Qin Sang, and quickly said yes.
"The true scriptures should not be passed on lightly! There is a yellow apricot tree in my temple. The apricots it bears can enhance the spirit and soul when consumed. I hope you will accept them."
Abbot Tanyuan said solemnly.
The monk came back with a wooden plate in his hand, on which were placed three yellow apricots, which gave off a sweet fragrance that made people feel refreshed when they smelled it.
Qin Sang was not polite and accepted the three Huang Yuan Xings with a smile, then left with a bow.
After leaving Huangyuan Temple, Deacon Chen said with envy, "Master, you may not know that this Huangyuan apricot tree takes 300 years to bloom, 300 years to bear fruit, and 900 years to mature. It is extremely precious, and Huangyuan Temple got its name from this tree. Five years ago, when the fruit was ripe, the holy monk Tanyuan invited fellow Taoists to hold a Huangyuan Dharma Assembly. My city lord got one and has been obsessed with it ever since."
Qin Sang laughed, "So it's my luck that I came here to deliver the sutra when the fruit is ripe."
However, he was thinking in his heart that the treasures unearthed in Jiange were indeed not simple.
Although I didn't get any great opportunity this time, I got three Huangyuan Apricots, so the trip was worthwhile.
"Where do you want to go next, Master?" Deacon Chen asked.
"Thank you for your help, Deacon Chen. I want to go for a walk on my own."
Qin Sang sent Deacon Chen away, changed his clothes, and blended into the crowd.
He brought out all the treasures unearthed in Jiange that seemed to be related to Buddhism, and took this opportunity to investigate their details.
For a long time afterwards, Qin Sang continued to appear in various corners of Shengfan Pass in various identities.
Sometimes I would take something out and ask someone to identify it.
Sometimes I participate in some small trade fairs.
Sometimes he would make friends with Buddhist practitioners who shared similar personalities, and while discussing philosophical matters, he would find an excuse to take out his treasures and let others admire them.
……
One day, when Qin Sang returned to Qingyan Temple, he felt a wave of divine power enveloping the temple. The temple protection formation had been activated and the monks were on high alert.
Deacon Chen let out a long sigh and stepped forward quickly, "Congratulations, Taoist Master, Fellow Daoist Wu Zhao is about to break through!"
He only thought that Wu Zhao was Qin Sang's junior. If he failed to survive the tribulation in Qingyan Temple, it would be difficult to explain. He was relieved to see Qin Sang coming back.
Qin Sang looked towards the quiet room, where Yin Fire was condensing in the void.
He stood where he was and did not bring the Mist Move out of Shengfan Pass. The natural tribulation of the Witch Clan and the human race was the same, and there were quite a few Witch Clan monks in Shengfan Pass, so it didn't matter if it was exposed.
Three disasters fell from the sky, and thunderclouds covered the sky.
The strange phenomenon was obscured by the temple protection formation, but the fluctuations were difficult to conceal and attracted a lot of attention.
Until the thunder disappeared, Qin Sang walked towards the backyard. Wu Zhao was sitting cross-legged in the yard. She had successfully survived the calamity of her inner demon, but her pretty face was full of fear.
When she saw Qin Sang, her body trembled, her face turned pale, and she almost thought she was still in the midst of her inner demons.
That terrifying look reappeared in her inner demon tribulation. If Qin Sang had not given her the elixir that resolved her fear, she would probably have been doomed.
Qin Sang saw her performance and couldn't help laughing. He originally just wanted to teach them a lesson, but he didn't expect it to leave such a big shadow in her heart.
"Greetings, Senior..."
Wu Zhao realized that he had been impolite, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute despite his weak body.
"That's right! After the breakthrough, we should stabilize our cultivation as soon as possible and strive to transform our natal spirit insect as soon as possible. Once Shi Liu breaks through, we will set off..."
Qin Sang gave a few instructions and walked towards his own quiet room.
This was his third year at Shengfan Pass, and he had been delaying his departure because, firstly, he was waiting for Shi Liu and the other two to make a breakthrough, and secondly, he was waiting for news from the Lord of Guangsha City.
If you establish a relationship with the Wu clan in advance, it will be much easier to act within the Wu clan.
After closing the door, the Qianjun Ring shone brightly, an object flew out, and the room was instantly filled with golden light.
This object is a palm-sized gold piece, but it is extremely heavy. One side has a smooth arc, and the other edges have obvious signs of fracture. It is the most valuable Buddhist treasure that he has identified during this period of time.
Of course, there are also many things without spiritual light and fluctuations. I don’t know whether their power has been lost or their gems are covered with dust.
Qin Sang remembered the Buddhist practitioner's evaluation of this thing.
"When this thing was intact, it was a golden cymbal! I'm afraid it was a Buddhist treasure of the real treasure level..."
The man took the gold piece in front of his eyes and couldn't let it go.
Qin Sang learned the Taoist tradition of refining weapons, and Buddhism also has its own unique weapon refining techniques. Although he had seen some clues before, he was not sure.
The person who saw through the gold piece was proficient in the Buddhist art of refining equipment. Qin Sang got to know this person and they hit it off immediately. He discussed the art of refining equipment with him and gained a lot.
The last fragment of a real treasure was refined into Mingshan Armor by Master Qi and him. Qin Sang has no shortage of spiritual treasures now, but refining this piece of gold will definitely take his understanding of Buddhist weapon refining techniques to a higher level.
After that, Qin Sang rarely went out and concentrated on comprehending the gold piece until the restriction in the cave was triggered and he woke up in shock.
The person outside the door was Deacon Chen.
Qin Sang's expression changed slightly, and he let Deacon Chen in. "But is there any news about your city lord?"
"The Master is very observant," Deacon Chen stepped forward and saluted, "The Lord City Lord has ordered that if the Master has not changed his mind, he should go to the Brilliant Mansion within ten days!"
……
The night is dark, the stars and the moon are invisible.
The shadows of the mountains can be vaguely seen on the ground, like ferocious beasts lurking in the darkness.
Several figures appeared in the darkness and flew slowly from the horizon.
A majestic voice sounded from inside, "You all wait here, I will go over by myself."
"Yes! Lord City Lord, be careful!"
The rest of the people stopped.
The leader's speed increased rapidly and he disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
He flew all the way, crossed several mountains, descended from the sky, stood on the top of a mountain, and calculated the time silently in his mind.
After an incense stick of time, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Brother Jiumie is indeed on time!"
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Brother Xia..."
As the sound rang out, the ground cracked and a dragonfly flew out.
Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as "a head". The wingspan of this dragonfly exceeds that of an eagle and its body size is larger than that of a tiger or leopard.
There was a light blue flame burning on its wings, and the fire illuminated the face of the person on the top of the mountain, who was the lord of Guangsha City.
The dragonfly hovered in front of him, with a person sitting cross-legged on each wing.
The person sitting on the right was covered in a black robe and a mask, while the other person was a capable young man.
The Lord of Guangsha City glanced at the man on the right, smiled, saluted to the young man and said, "I didn't expect Brother Jiumie to come here in person. How are you, Third Elder?"
"Very good! Ever since Brother Xia sent nine beauties, I think the Third Elder looks a few years younger. Huanxi Dao's training methods are indeed extraordinary."
Jiumie jumped to the ground, laughed and gave a thumbs up.
The Lord of Guangsha City smiled and said, "Brother Jiumie likes it. Next time, I will help you find a few good tripods and furnaces. I guarantee they are all beauties."
"I'm still young, I don't need to take yin to replenish yang!"
Jiumie threw a ring to the Lord of Guangsha City.
After a moment, the Guangsha City Lord's surprised voice was heard, "These Fengmu Grasses..."
"We've had a good harvest recently, so I'll give you more so that you won't keep chattering when we meet," Jiumie snorted.
"It's all because your Dongyang clan's cultivation technique is too advanced, and the quality of the spiritual medicine is too good, so the supply can't meet the demand!"
The Lord of Guangsha City put away the ring, his face showing joy, but then he stopped smiling, "Brother Jiumie, what is the important matter for you to come here? And who is this fellow Taoist?"
"Just call him Wu Yan, and don't ask anything else!"
Jiumie waved his hand, answered for the man, and then asked, "The last time you sent a letter, you said there was a Taoist priest who raised butterflies. Is he still alive?"
The Lord of Guangsha City knew what he should be curious about and what he shouldn't be curious about, so he withdrew his gaze from Wu Yan and said, "Master Qingfeng is in Brilliant Mansion, and I was just about to introduce him to Brother Jiumie."
"That's good! This person was able to strike the first jade drum, and he also has a spirit insect in the middle stage of the sixth transformation. His strength must be quite good."
Jiumie said this, but his eyes were looking at Wuyan.
The Lord of Guangsha City realized something and frowned slightly.
Jiumie noticed the change in his expression and said with a smile, "Daoyou Wuyan is in some trouble and wants to find some good fighters outside to kill them back."
"Humph!"
The sound of the black snake was as hoarse and unpleasant as the friction between pieces of iron. I didn't know if it was a deliberate disguise or if it was just like that.
The Lord of Guangsha City felt a chill on his spine, and felt a cold gaze shooting out from under the mask, staring at him.
"How could such a coincidence happen in the world? I'm looking for help, and you have a human expert waiting for me here?"
This person is a suspicious person.
The Guangsha City Lord’s evaluation.
The Lord of Guangsha City has always kept his distance from such people.
As for the Taoist priest Qingfeng, he had waited for three full years at Shengfan Pass, which showed that he was in urgent need of the witch clan's spiritual medicine. If Wu Yan could satisfy his appetite, he should be able to be persuaded, the Lord of Guangsha City thought to himself.
Jiu Mie sneered, "Wu Yan, you don't believe me, so why do you ask me for help! You just came to me before you left, but that person has been waiting here for three years. If it weren't for the Third Elder wanting to refine the Yin Yuan he got from dual cultivation, he would have come here in person three years ago! Do you think Brother Xia and I can predict the future, or did you not plan carefully and the news leaked out long ago?"
After being scolded by Jiumie in person, Wuyan did not get angry. Instead, he whispered a few words to Jiumie in secret and finally nodded.
Jiumie's anger turned into joy, and he said, "Brother Xia, please ask that Taoist priest to come over for a chat."