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Chapter 405 Landa Temple

The monk Dayuan slept by a river, with the river flowing past him all night long, its sound never quiet.

He was walking upstream along the river, where Huangmei's new Great Thunder Temple was located.

Did you sleep well last night?

The boatman came out of the thatched hut and asked the monk Dayuan a question.

“Listening to the sound of the flowing river is like listening to the Buddhas preaching; countless philosophies of the world are hidden in the river,” the monk Dayuan replied to the boatman.

"What are you mumbling about? I can't understand you." The boatman didn't give the monk any face at all.

"..."

"Aren't you going to cross the river today? I'll take you there," the boatman said to the monk.

"No need, I can get there by myself."

“Do you think I’m a bad person? You passed by my house yesterday and heard my wife crying loudly while holding our child. You came in and saved my son’s life. I would never do anything bad to a true monk like you,” the boatman said earnestly.

"Why is your son sick?" asked the monk Dayuan.

"Because he wanted to cross the river and live a better life on the other side."

“But there’s no good life on the other side of the river! He doesn’t understand at all!! A kid like him can’t even handle someone a few years older.”

"What are those things on the other side of the river? Not just people, but monsters too!"

The outspoken boatman was well-informed. He supported his family on this river, usually ferrying people across or fishing. A month ago, government officials came to inform him that fishing was no longer allowed, and his boat was almost confiscated by the officials.

The boatman's boat was a small boat, which could usually carry three or four people, including himself. He could only ferry two or three people across the river at a time, so his income was really too low.

"He went to the other side of the river, but returned as if his life depended on it. He didn't even wait for the boat; he swam across the river by himself. When he got home, he lay down and was about to die."

The boatman was still talking, listing all the faults of his son.

“You are a true monk, a true master. Since you don’t want me to help you cross the river, I can only give you the valuables I have.”

"You monks can't owe us anything. I'll give you my ancestral treasure, and then we'll be even."

The boatman fumbled in his waistband and pulled out a dagger inlaid with pearls, placing it in front of the monk Dayuan.

"Take it, monk."

“My benefactor, my actions yesterday were an act of fearlessness.”

“Before I gave the alms, I was not thinking about getting anything in return from you and your family.”

“I’ll cross the river now. Don’t worry about this. You’ve said so much to me, so you don’t owe me anything anymore.”

The monk Dayuan jumped into the river, and the boatman cried out in fear. However, the boatman did not see the monk sink to the bottom of the water, but saw the monk walking steadily on the turbulent river.

This is a river more than ten miles wide, and the people on both banks are very different.

The monk reached the other side of the river, and there was another country on the other side.

On this side of the river, the road was flat and wide. The monk Dayuan walked onto a main road, where many other monks were also walking in the same direction as him.

They were getting closer and closer to Huangmei's fake Great Thunderclap Temple, and monks who wanted to study there could be seen everywhere.

Some traveled in groups of three or five, while others traveled alone. Along the way, wealthy families who offered alms to monks also came in droves.

The monk Dayuan overheard some monks on the road whispering among themselves, who believed that Buddhism was about to flourish once again.

The monk shook his head slightly at this.

He would absolutely not allow this to happen; he would not allow demons that had distorted their ways to usurp the orthodox position of Buddhism.

A few days later, the monk Dayuan finally reached his end.

He stopped in front of a high mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, and halfway up, countless monks toiled on piece after piece of flat land, silently expanding the Huangmei fake Leiyin Temple complex.

The monk Dayuan strode to the nearest construction site and grabbed a monk who was carrying sand, asking him, "What are you doing? Are you being forced to do hard labor here?" the monk asked in a low but serious voice.

“No, no, we did it voluntarily,” the monk whose wrist was being held by another monk replied calmly.

“We are building a place even greater than the Great Thunder Monastery, which will be called Landa Monastery,” the monk said.

"great……"

"Go and see there."

The monk pointed in a direction to the monk Dayuan.

The original gate of Xiaoleiyin Temple, where the plaque for "Daleiyin Temple" was hung, has now been transformed from the outer gate into the inner gate after a large-scale expansion.

"Landa Monastery..."

The inscription on the plaque no longer reads "Da Leiyin Temple," but "Lantuo Temple."

The scene inside the temple gate was completely different from the noisy construction site outside. Many monks were reading scriptures, discussing classics with others, and chanting Buddhist sutras. Everyone's face was filled with a bright smile, their clothes were neat, they were healthy, and their eyes shone with wisdom, as if they had arrived at the gates of the Western Paradise.

The monk Dayuan wanted to go inside, but four gatekeepers suddenly came out from behind the mountain gate and blocked him with their arms.

"No idlers allowed," the gatekeeper said to the monk Dayuan.

"What constitutes a person who is not an idle person?" Monk Dayuan asked the gatekeeper.

“You must work like those people outside the gate, then you will no longer be an idle person,” one of the gatekeepers said to the monk.

"I have heard that Landa Monastery has opened its gates wide, welcoming all those who are eager to learn to come and exchange ideas, study, and comprehend the Dharma. Is that not true?" the monk asked.

"That's right, but do you think you have anything you can communicate with the monks at Landa Monastery?"

The gatekeeper's tone showed disdain for the monk Dayuan and the monks who were doing hard labor outside.

"Then you can ask me questions," the monk said patiently to the gatekeeper.

"Then I ask you, how can you kill?" The gatekeeper's four eyes widened, like those of an angry Vajra.

“You must not kill.” Monk Dayuan answered directly.

"If killing is forbidden, then why do all living beings in heaven and earth have life?" the gatekeeper asked.

“You are wrong. The meaning of ‘not killing’ is that all living beings are equal and we should have compassion. Since we ourselves fear death, we should not deliberately bring death to other lives.”

"The lives of plants and trees, the lives of pigs and sheep, and the fact that people would die if they only drank water—in order to live, we must use other lives to sustain ourselves. Not killing is hypocrisy," the gatekeeper said.

The monk Dayuan frowned.

The monk took another step forcefully into the mountain gate.

The four gatekeepers pushed forward, trying to push the monk out, but the monk remained unmoved.

"It takes skill for you to defeat the four of us. Winning also allows you to come in and learn from us," the gatekeeper said arrogantly.

So, the monk threw a punch.

The four gatekeepers each punched one of them, and the four men didn't even have time to retaliate.

The monk's fists landed squarely on the cheeks, and the four gatekeepers immediately lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

"Hmm? Bear, tiger, wolf, pig?"

The four gatekeepers who had fainted all exhibited animalistic characteristics; they were clearly four monsters who had transformed into human form to guard the gate.

"..."

When the monk looked up again, he saw that all the monks in the Landa Monastery had stopped what they were doing and were all looking at him with smiles on their faces and strange postures.

A dark shadow fell from the sky. The monk saw the shadow pass by on the ground and quickly looked up. A strange, half-human, half-bird creature with golden skin grabbed the monk's shoulder, lifted him up, and flew him further into the temple.

(End of this chapter)