Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 432

Captain Peng and the leaders obviously knew about this a long time ago, they all nodded, and then continued to walk up the peak.

I deliberately fell behind, and said to Ma Yi'ao, "What's the situation? Why did such a good scientific investigation turn into going to the mountains to pray for Buddha and worshiping the wharf?"

Ma Yi'ao narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe I came to invite a local expert to help out, or maybe I asked for a guide—that place is not far from this temple, and someone here must know something about it, so I invited someone." Go to help. Do you remember that we stayed in Dihua for two days before? Maybe it was just to communicate and contact this matter."

I listened, still feeling puzzled.

We continue to move forward, the road up the mountain is very rugged, there are almost no roads, and sometimes we need to climb a steep slope that is almost vertical, so although the temple on the top of the peak is close at hand, but if we want to find it, But it still takes a lot of time.

The more difficult the mountain road was, the more horrified I felt, thinking that although the temple was completely different from many magnificent temples in the mainland, it still had the Daxiong Hall and many pagodas.

Even walking in this place is extremely difficult. Who the hell is able to build such a large Buddhist building on top of this cliff?
And looking at the style, it is obviously a Zen temple, not the Tibetan Buddhism that is more popular in the border.

Everything was full of mystery, but Captain Peng and the others did not explain much, but ignored it and moved forward.

After walking like this for more than two hours, I finally arrived at the top of the peak, which is not far below the temple. Here I saw the steps built by mountains and stones. There are 99 steps in total. Because there are many steps that are actually suspended in mid-air.

And when we reached the bottom of the steps, above the temple, a bell rang, nine times in a row.

That Hongzhong Dalu, rippling back and forth among the mountains, went to a far away place, and echoed back again, making people listen to it, as if the soul was cleansed, and was inexplicably moved.

At this time, Captain Peng stopped and gestured to Captain Huang, indicating that he and his soldiers should stay here and not move forward.

Captain Huang obviously knew about it in advance, so after saluting Captain Peng, the soldiers with the tiger squad stopped at the bottom of the steps without taking a step forward.

Soldiers do not enter the temple, this is the treatment given to Xuefeng Temple, to show our respect.

Captain Peng took the lead to climb up the steps, step by step, looking very calm, while the rest of us followed behind, and Ma Yi'ao and I were the last.

I carefully looked at the steps, and found that it is not a stone material, but an accumulation of countless kinds of stones, and the construction time is not all at once, and there are many differences on it.

When Ma Yi'ao saw it, he said to me with emotion: "The steps like a ladder must have been built bit by bit by the seniors of Xuefeng Temple. They seem to have spent their entire lives on it. Generation after generation It’s just another generation to build such a monastic Xuefenghang Temple, it’s amazing.”

I said, have you ever heard of the name of Xuefeng Temple?

Ma Yi'ao shook his head, saying that Buddhism is different from Taoism. Taoism is out of the world and into the world, and Buddhism is out of the world into the world. There are three schools of Buddhism in terms of practice. Zen, Tantric, Tiantai, no matter which school it is, rarely participate in the world Most of the things are closed behind closed doors. Ordinary disciples communicate with good men and women to save all living beings, but those who really have the way of Buddhism hide in the temple and rarely communicate with outsiders.Because of this, the Buddhist masters are not well-known in the Jianghu.

I said that the fame is not big, but the strength is not superficial, right?
Ma Yi'ao said it was natural. Buddhism spread so widely from India to China, and countless people believed in it. Now it is the third largest religion in the world. If there is no strong human escort, no matter how thoughtful and how It meets the needs of the ruling class, and it is impossible to survive to this day-the struggle between religions is far more cruel and intense than our rivers and lakes.

We chatted, walked through the 99 steps, and came to a square the size of a basketball court, where we saw more than [-] monks with shaved heads and ring scars waiting here.

Among these monks, only the skinny, old monk with long eyebrows in the middle is wearing a cassock, while the rest are wearing blue-gray monk robes.

Although their monk robes are neat and tidy, they also have many patches and are tattered. They don’t look better than beggars, and they are much poorer than the monks I saw in real life, and almost none of them are fat. All of them were skinny.

But I don't know why, the eyes of each of these twenty or so monks are dark and shiny, like children under three years old, full of indescribable innocence and persistent belief in a better life.

On the surface, this is a group of poor monks, but their inner spiritual world is richer and more colorful than most people in this world.

and serenity.

Captain Peng walked up the steps, saw this group of monks, put his hands together, and bowed to these people, and a group of monks also stepped forward and shouted: "Amitabha."

After pronouncing the Buddha's name, the old monk who was dressed in cassock and could be seen as the abbot of this place stepped forward.

His eyebrows were a little long and fell to the corners of his mouth. After saluting Captain Peng, he said, "Benefactor Peng, I have received your request. I have discussed with my brothers and sisters. I can give you something, but I Mo Yan, my apprentice, needs to go with me and be responsible for carrying that thing, is that okay?"

Captain Peng was taken aback for a moment, and asked which eminent monk it was?

At this time, a young monk of twelve or thirteen years old walked out from behind the old monk. The young monk should not be Han Chinese, but had three-dimensional facial features unique to people from the frontier.

He was wearing a relatively new gray monk robe, carrying a burden on his back, his head was shaved blue, but there was no ring scar, his eyes blinked, dark and shiny, full of curiosity about our group of people.

Captain Peng hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master Yongxing, you should know that this trip is very dangerous. If you don't pay attention, you will be doomed. Have you mentioned this to this little Mage Mo Yan?"

Hearing this, the little monk said seriously: "I know, but don't be afraid, this lamp-burning ancient Buddha...is the treasure of my Xuefeng Temple, and I will use all my strength to protect it!"

He raised a bronze demon-subduing pestle in his hand. It was hollow. When he raised it, there was a slight collision sound inside.

ding dong...

Just for a moment, it was like a fairy sound, inexplicably captivating.

The old monk said: "Depending on origin and extinction, everything has its own law. Mo Yan has the root of Buddha's wisdom in his body and has its own destiny. Let him go with you."

Captain Peng came here this time obviously to ask for what was in the demon-subduing pestle held by the young monk. Now that Xuefeng Temple refuses to hand it over directly, but sent a young monk to take care of it, he naturally has no objection. He cupped his hands and said, "If that's the case, I'll trouble little Mage Mo Yan."

The old monk put his palms together and raised his voice and said, "Amitabha!"

All the monks around said in unison: "Amitabha..."

Everyone shouted the Buddha's name together, this is to see us off, the little monk Moyan walked out of the crowd, saluted his master and the monks, and then walked into our crowd.

Captain Peng once again saluted and thanked, and then prepared to take people down the mountain, but at this moment, the old monk suddenly said: "Wait, have we met this benefactor?"

I stopped and found that the person the old monk was talking to was Ma Yi'ao.

Everyone also stopped, and Ma Yi'ao said calmly: "Three years ago, I was helping people find children in Tianshui area. At that time, I happened to meet a girl who was kidnapped and was about to take her away. The people in the village were besieging, and there were several night walkers among them, unable to support themselves alone, it was you, the mage, who rescued the girl..."

The old monk was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and said that was the case, but you, the benefactor, have changed so much from then that I almost couldn't recognize it.

Ma Yi'ao cupped his hands, did you say so?
The old monk said: "At that time, you were not as close to Buddha as you are now."

Ma Yi'ao touched his face and said that I thought I just became a little more handsome, and I didn't dare to be a Buddha or something.

The old monk stared at Ma Yi'ao and said meaningfully: "Benefactor, if you encounter any insoluble problems in the future, or if you are no longer interested in this worldly affairs, you can come to my Xuefeng Mountain. Extradition, go to see me, Buddha Tathagata, and let Buddha answer everything for you."

Ma Yi'ao bowed and saluted, saying that it's fine to become a monk, the boy's five senses are not yet pure, he has never hated this world, and he still wants to spend another few decades in the world of mortals.

When the old monk heard it, he no longer forced himself to sing the Buddha's name and bid farewell to us.

(End of this chapter)