My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

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From now on, these guys are the forces of Xu Facheng's faction.

When the Taoist came to the world, Maoshan should prosper!

After the Dan meeting ended, his grandfather made a divination about Xu Facheng, leaving only this prophecy. In the past few years, Chu Qianxun only mentioned it in casual chats.Because everyone didn't think that after Xu Fa received this imperial title, his sect changed.

Until now, Qin Kun felt that it was too meaningful.

That Taoist... was not talking about Xu Facheng, but the middle-aged Taoist in 2000!

"Feng Qiang, do you know that middle-aged Taoist?"

Feng Qiang was taken aback: "What middle-aged Taoist?"

Qin Kun called Chu Qianxun: "Miss, tell him about the middle-aged Daozi."

Chu Qianxun was taken aback: "What middle-aged Taoist?"

Qin Kun whispered: "It's Xu Facheng in 2000..."

Chu Qianxun sneered: "Brother Dog, this is a big joke, I've never heard of it before."

I clearly said so!

Qin Kun made a call: "Nie Huzi, you didn't tell Feng Qiang about the middle-aged Daozi???"

On the other end of the phone, Nie Huzi wondered, "Qin Heigou, are you crazy! What is this mess?"

"Middle-aged Daoist! Xu Facheng! You even fought him!"

Qin Kun handed the phone to Feng Qiang, and Nie Huzi was yelling at Qin Kun for being crazy, when he suddenly heard Feng Qiang's voice, he coughed dryly: "Feng Yan Wang, I just scolded you... But I really don't know what a middle-aged man is. !"

Qin Kun suddenly felt that some things were beyond his understanding.

Feng Qiang looked at Qin Kun in bewilderment: "I trust Team Leader Nie. But I also trust you. But... what's going on?"

Qin Kun snatched the phone and hung up, and hurriedly looked for Miao Shan's contact information on the phone, monks can't lie!

But after searching for a long time, I realized that the purple-clothed monk didn't have a phone at all!

"Damn!" Qin Kun cursed, "Come with me to Folin Temple!"

Chapter 1300 Amitabha, Demon Slayer

Folin Temple is located in the Central Plains.

The ancestral court of the Pure Land Sect was divided into two branches, one in Xiangji Temple in Chang'an, and the other in Donglin Temple in Lushan. The White Lotus Sect was born out of Donglin Temple, and Folin Temple...was born out of Xiangji Temple.

Time has passed, and since Folin Temple was separated from Xiangji Temple, it has long been no longer in the land of Sanqin, but is located at the junction of Qin and Henan.

Temples that are not well-known will not have a lot of incense.

The common people only know that this is a temple, where they can pray to gods and worship Buddha to satisfy their spiritual sustenance, that's all.

In June, I saw tall ginkgo trees in Xiangji Temple from afar, crowned like a canopy.

When Feng Qiang and Qin Kun came to the gate of the temple, Feng Qiang curled his lips and said, "If it wasn't for this ginkgo tree, the incense in Folin Temple would have been cut off long ago. Many people think that this temple is alive only when they see the ginkgo tree. Life in Folin Temple is much easier."

Qin Kun nodded. Feng Shui also said that poplars and pagoda trees do not enter the house, but ginkgoes enter the house to make money.Trees are really good trees.

The gate is simple and unsophisticated, with mottled plaques, and there are no tickets for the temple. Qin Kun and Feng Qiang walked in with the pilgrims.

Perhaps the harvest season of the year is approaching. Many people came to the temple to bless the weather for the next few months. Listening to their chanting, Qin Kun wondered: "The Buddha still cares about this?"

Feng Qiang lowered his voice: "It's just a spiritual sustenance, you care about nothing."

Qin Kun was speechless, and the monks in the temple did not dissuade him. He really didn't need to care so much.

Folin Temple is very small, and the backyard is a place of cultivation and also the residence of monks. There are monks on duty. Qin Kun came to the door of the backyard and was about to sing a prostration when he suddenly saw an energetic monk carrying an extra-large cage from the kitchen. get out.

"dinner's ready!"

The monk was about 60 years old, smiling like a cook.

Seeing the figure, Qin Kun hurriedly shouted, "Master Holy Monk!"

The old monk turned his head in doubt, saw Qin Kun at the door, and said unexpectedly: "Dog?!"

Qin Kun's smile froze.

Feng Qiang laughed loudly, and hurried in to help the holy monk lift the cage: "Master Jingyan, I will come and I will come."

Feng Qiang carried the cage into the dining hall, and the monk on duty looked at the old monk suspiciously: "Old ancestor, this..."

The holy monk wiped the sweat from his brow, said with a smile, "These two are friends of your uncle Miaoshan, it's okay!"

As he spoke, he greeted Qin Kun to enter the courtyard.

The backyard is crowded, but also lively.

Bald-headed monks, big and small, sat in the dining hall neatly and ate, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry. The large "quiet" character behind the dining hall explained the atmosphere here.

The holy monk stood at the door with a curious expression on his face: "Qin Kun, you are a rare visitor."

Qin Kun saluted.

Of the five elders of the Huaxia Dao of Life and Death, Yulong Taisui is the oldest, and he is a holy monk. This kind of person is of the same generation as Yang Shen. And his complexion is healthy and rosy, and it looks like he will become a living fossil in the future.

"Don't hide it from the holy monk, I'm here to find Miao Shan."

"So is Benefactor Feng?"

Feng Qiang nodded and looked at the holy monk enviously.In a few years, I am afraid that I will be older than the holy monk. How does he take care of it?

The holy monk said: "Miao Shan is not in the temple these few days. No, it seems that he will not be in this month."

"Huh? Where did he go?"

The holy monk shook his head: "While cooking that day, Miao Shan suddenly told me that he seemed to have lost something, so he left."

Missing...something?

Seeing Qin Kun's doubts, the holy monk smiled and said, "Is there something urgent? I have a way to contact him."

Qin Kun shook his head. This time, he came here because of the fact that the middle-aged Taoist was forgotten.

Say urgent, not in a hurry.

Seeing that Qin Kun didn't want to speak, the holy monk didn't mention it. He led the two into his room and made two cups of tea.

Tea is wild tea from the mountains, Qin Kun can't taste good or bad.Feng Qiang took a sip and felt it was too bitter, so he didn't move anymore.

Sitting cross-legged across from them, the holy monk took off the shiny beads on his wrist and twisted them one by one.

"Qin Kun, should we say goodbye? You said that if you can't find Miao Shan, you can still ask Mo Wuji."

"You have to finish your tea before leaving."

"The tea is too bitter!" Feng Qiang was depressed. He would make himself a pot of strong tea when he was working overtime, but he had never drank such bitter tea.

Qin Kun was puzzled: "Is it bitter?" Although I couldn't taste the taste just now, it wasn't bitter.

Thinking about it, Qin Kun took a sip.

The teacups that were drank in one gulp seemed endless at the moment. Qin Kun's throat surged, the tea continued to pour in, and his belly swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Feng Qiang had no idea what happened. Why are there so many cups of tea? ?

On the opposite side, the previous expression of the holy monk disappeared. At this moment, he lowered his eyebrows like a Buddha, quietly watching Qin Kun, and said with a slight smile: "A cow drinks the sea of ​​bitterness, may it taste all kinds of life?"

Qin Kun still did not put down his teacup, his bulging stomach no longer grew bigger, and the surrounding environment changed from the meditation room to darkness.

Only then did Feng Qiang understand that Qin Kun was not drinking tea, but fighting!

"Master Jingyan...why...why?" Feng Qiang asked in a low voice.

In Huaxia Dao of Life and Death, the only sect that is close to Feng Qiang is Folin Temple.

Even closer than Dou Zong's relationship!

There is no other reason. Feng Qiang's father, Feng Yi, was a monk in Folin Temple back then, and then he came out to serve as a soldier.

In front of the holy monk Jingyan, Feng Qiang had no airs, just like a junior.

"Benefactor Feng, the world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and only the Dharma can be used as a boat to reach the other shore."

Feng Qiang couldn't understand Jing Yan's Ji Feng, so he could only nod repeatedly. He had seen such words in the interpretation of Buddhist scriptures.

"But some people want to drink up the sea of ​​suffering, are they a little overwhelmed?"

Drink up the sea of ​​bitterness?

Feng Qiang looked back at Qin Kun.

He said with a sneer: "It's a good thing to be young and energetic... Qin Kun is less than thirty, so he can't be too old."

The holy monk said: "The sea of ​​suffering in the world is transformed by the suffering of the world. Can you drink it all?"

Feng Qiang's subordinates broke out in cold sweat, and said in a low voice: "I can't finish drinking. But sometimes, I have to drink."

The holy monk was surprised: "There is nothing in the world that must be done."

Feng Qiang didn't understand that such extreme words should not come from the mouths of Buddhist practitioners, unless they had other profound meanings.

Feng Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up!

This is exhortation!

Because these words are inherently contradictory, it seems that the reason why the monk said these words was to make Qin Kun put down his teacup.

But Qin Kun next to him had never heard of it, so Qin Kun drank this cup of tea in one go for 10 minutes before he could barely finish it.

The teacup was dry, and Qin Kun chewed the tea leaves in his mouth.

The holy monk looked at Qin Kun: "This is just the suffering of today's pilgrims. How does it taste?"

Qin Kun rubbed his stomach and raised his eyebrows: "Does the holy monk drink these every day?"

The holy monk smiled: "I'm too old to drink so much, this tea is always good to drink."

Qin Kun smiled and stood up to salute: "I once heard a secret from my family that when Yang Shen went to the master to learn how to fight, the master cooked him a meal and handed him a cup of tea. Yang Shen left after drinking it. Are these too?"

The holy monk nodded: "There are too many things he wants to take care of. Manpower is limited, so I advise him to do his best and don't go into a dead end."

Qin Kun moved his body with difficulty: "But I heard that Yang Shen shaved your head before you left. Since then, you have put down your figure and recognized him as the first heavenly master in China."

The holy monk was melancholy: "Before he left, he told me that troubles arise from time to time, and if they are not eliminated in time, they will only accumulate more and more."

"However, when the family secret was brought up, you didn't speak to each other at that time."

"It's just playing the game. The poor monk doesn't think he has lost, but he knows that Yang Shen has won." The holy monk recalled the scene of discussing Zen debates decades ago, with a smile on his lips, "At that time, Master Yang did With unique charm, the poor monk has since gone to the snow-capped mountains, and Phuntsok Tsampo has become his right-hand man. In a flash, it has been almost 70 years."

Qin Kun said: "I'm here this time for one thing. An old friend from Sanxian Haiguo has returned, but many people have forgotten about him. I'm worried that an accident will happen."

"Who?"

"Xu Facheng who has lived for 2000 years."

"You mean that a wrong line between the Six Paths Mystery led to this?"

"Well. Dare to ask the holy monk, what should I do?"

The holy monk said indifferently: "Amitabha, kill demons and demons."

"What if he's not a demon?"

The holy monk smiled: "Then what are you worrying about?"

Qin Kun bowed slightly, and left the meditation room with Feng Qiang.

Chapter 1301

After chatting with the holy monk, the idea of ​​looking for Miaoshan disappeared without a trace.

Maoshan sealed the old ghosts of the Three Immortals Sea Kingdom, seven day tours, seven night tours, seven city gods, and two devil-slaying envoys. They are all small town spirit officials, which means they can control the situation.

The only middle-aged Daozi who was worried, Qin Kun gradually didn't care.

A cow drinks the sea of ​​bitterness and cannot drink it all up, so there is no need to take care of too many things.

The holy monk said so many words, nothing more than admonishing him with two words - 'let go'.

Qin Kun understood it this way.

……

In mid-June, one night, Qin Kun disappeared into the house after arranging this week's tasks.