Wet viviparity

Chapter 512 List, Lone Fox Temple
Inside the Solitary Fox Temple, in the main hall.

Today, the Solitary Fox Temple has been renovated a long time ago, and even though it does not have any magical sights, it is still a solemn Buddhist temple.

When the morning light shone obliquely, the ringing of the morning bell could be heard inside and outside the temple, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time. In the main hall, the wood grain, gold threads and colorful lacquer shone together, as if "a tower of seven treasures, with light and shadow free" as described in the Buddhist scriptures.

Entering the courtyard, you will see bluestones all over the ground, with copper coins offered by believers of the previous dynasty embedded in the cracks. Over the years, peacock green rust marks have seeped out on the stone slabs.

The twelve meditation rooms in the east corridor were all covered with thatched roofs. All the weird-looking monsters in the rooms got up early, put on monk's robes and straw sandals neatly, and went to the kitchen one by one while it was still light in the sky.

A pig demon with sharp teeth was checking the room one by one. He saw a mixed-haired fox still wrapped in a blanket and sleeping soundly. He glared at it and shouted, "You are so good, Hu Ding. You are slacking off again and wasting the time for the Zen masters to repair the incomplete scriptures. You can't bear the consequences."

The fox was awakened, his hair stood on end with fear, and he quickly rolled over on the bunk bed, turning into a little monk, running away in fear with his head in his hands.

Seeing the ugly appearance of the fox Hu Ding, the pig demon in charge of the temple dormitory was still not satisfied and cursed: "You are only a relative of the community owner, otherwise I would have expelled you from the temple long ago. How could I allow you to desecrate this solemn Dharma place."

Hu Ding's face flushed red. He didn't dare to look back and plunged into the hot steam in the kitchen.

In his ears, there was the gurgling sound of boiling porridge.

Monsters are busy in front of the stoves, psychic birds are blowing air under the stoves, pine wood is crackling, and wisps of smoke are climbing up to the strings of wild mushrooms, Polygonatum sibiricum and other mountain delicacies hanging between the beams.

Hu Ding rolled up his sleeves and came to a stove. A familiar bamboo sparrow immediately flew over, added firewood to the stove and started a fire in one go.

A few spoonfuls of spring water were put into the stove pot, and it soon boiled. A few handfuls of corn were put into the boiling water, and a wooden spoon was stirring it, and a pot of porridge boiled in the pot.

The big monk in charge of cooking in the kitchen came over, slapped Hu Ding on the shoulder with his big hand like a palm leaf fan, and said in a rough voice: "You are a lazy boy, but your delicious porridge is indeed a specialty of our Solitary Fox Temple.

Today the young master is returning to the temple, so you should present this pot of delicious porridge to the young master, his wife, and your family's head."

As he spoke, the monk brought out a few bowls of dried jujubes, chopped hundred-year-old Polygonatum sibiricum and other wild delicacies, and told Hu Dinghe to boil them in the pot of porridge.

Hu Ding hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ling Zao and Huang Jing and said, "The young master once said that the food in the temple is treated equally, just like us seeking the Dharma here, without being restricted by demons and monks, and we can all study the subtleties of Buddhism together."

"What bullshit are you talking about."

The monk in charge of the kitchen blew his beard and glared, accidentally revealing his true nature as a leopard. He then quickly retracted his food, apologizing repeatedly.

He suppressed his anger and said to Hu Ding: "You have been in the temple for a short time. You didn't know that last year, the young master held a small meeting to spread the Dharma. The evil people at that meeting looked like they wanted to take away everything the young master had learned.

Fortunately, the young master has a kind heart and regards such ugly and disgusting thoughts as nothing more than normal.

He gave away all his money and Dharma at the small meetings in the temple, and responded carefully to all those who asked for advice. Only then did he win the hearts of everyone and make them convert to Buddhism and Zen.

Now in the Lone Fox Temple, even the devilish old ghost like the Blood Forest Master has changed into monk's clothes and is meditating on the supreme Buddhist teachings under the seat of the young master Chi Shen. "

After that, he looked at Hu Ding seriously and said sternly: "I don't care what others do, but as long as I am still the chef here, the young master Chi Shen will not eat the same as others."

Pot after pot of thick corn porridge was cooked. Hu Ding brought three bowls of the fragrant porridge and came to the main hall with a group of "monks".

A group of Zen masters sat on bamboo mats in the hall, with many Buddhist scriptures spread out beside them. These were fragments of Buddhist scriptures, some from the Thousand Flowers Cave and some collected from outside. The Zen masters were now sorting out and completing the fragments.

Soon, the sound of sipping porridge merged with the clear sound of bells hanging from the eaves.

If we ignore the unique Taoist instruments of the Zen masters, some leather and bone ornaments, and the weird features of some monks with fur and horns, this place can definitely be considered a place for Buddhist practice.

Ji Ming slurped down a bowl of thick porridge, his eyes still fixed on the Buddhist scriptures on the table. Nowadays, the reputation of the Solitary Fox Temple is growing, and more and more conflicts of interest are arising around the Dharma Teaching Conference. Ji Ming is emerging in Baibao Mountain in a different way and accumulating his own power.

Only he himself knew that this great reputation and the demon monks who continued to rally around him were only serving the purpose of the Buddhist Scripture Society.

The profound Buddhist teachings, the extensive Taoist knowledge, the treasure-making techniques that he could recite at will, the knowledge of talisman-making that he knew by heart, etc., these were all means for him to win people's hearts step by step and thus subdue all practitioners.

These methods are not difficult. With his accumulation of the fourth level of the Golden Core, he is indeed considered a senior master compared to the other cultivators here.

Even if it was someone as unruly as the Blood Forest Lord or as deep-minded as the Old Huai Demon, it only took him a little time to win their hearts.

After achieving the ultimate goal, you can leave at any time.

While he was thinking, another bowl of porridge was handed to him. It was Madam Shagu who shared her porridge with him. The admiration and worship in Madam Shagu's eyes could no longer be concealed.

Ji Ming did not refuse and drank the porridge in one gulp.

He had already made his feelings clear to Madam Shagu, and he had no interest in love affairs, but Madam Shagu still served him attentively and attentively, and he would not ignore her, but just treated it as ordinary contact.

"Young Master, the list of names to be included in the Buddhist Scripture Conference has been drawn up."

Hu Lai Xi handed a booklet to Ji Ming for him to read. Currently, the Buddhist Scripture Conference was considered a major event on the mountain, and inviting the immortals had become a top priority.

"read."

Ji Ming did not take the booklet. He uttered a word lightly, and the two streams of black air exhaled from his nose became a little faster.

For a moment, the Zen masters in the hall put down the remaining scriptures in their hands and listened carefully.

The reason why they worked so hard was not only because they were impressed by Chi Shenzi's selflessness, knowledge, and means, but also because of his promised Buddhist scripture conference. Who wouldn't want to see the true method of meditation for the two Avici Qi?

Just by looking at the two black air coming out from the nose of Chi Shen Zi, you can understand the mystery and potential of this wonderful Zen meditation method.

Hu Laixi unfolded the book and began to read it one by one.

"The characters on this page are all the immortals in our Northwest Ridge, including the Black-hearted Old Man in Dinghun Gorge, the Yongsha Sword in Zhangzi Mountain, and the eminent monk Wusi Zang in the Great Sangye Temple, a strategic point in the west."

Seeing that Chi Shen Zi had a blank expression on his face, Hu Laixi read faster, flipping the booklet in his hand.

Ji Ming couldn't help but frown. In this small booklet, there was only one guest he had planned to meet—the Taoist Huo Huan from Huozhu Mountain.

Ji Ming once met this Taoist Fire-Huan by chance when he was destroying the Palace of Wrongful Death in Mingyu Mountain. At that time, he was favored by him and given a piece of Fire Copper Elite, which left a deep impression on him.

Because of the matter of Kong Xianxu returning to the Dharma, Ji Ming specially collected information about Xiao Zhu Jinting and discovered that the Taoist Huo Huan, who called himself Nanhuang Sanren, actually had a close relationship with Xiao Zhu Jinting.

Please ask this Taoist Huo Huan to come over, and he will definitely be able to attract people from Xiao Zhu Jin Ting.

In the original arrangement, Ji Ming was not included in the list of people to be included in the manual.

After all, Patriarch Ku Ma is very popular among the side sects. The last time his disciple held a Buddhist scripture meeting, he used the meditation Buddhist scriptures in the Bright Immortal Palace as a gimmick, so there must be many side sect immortals to choose from.

Unexpectedly, Hu Lai Xi disappointed him so much that he had to intervene in the list himself.

(End of this chapter)