Jinghui was having guests at this time. The two of them were drinking tea in the guest hall and they all went out to greet each other when they heard the news. When the middle-aged nun retreated first, Jinghui said in the dialect that this guest was the third junior brother of Lanshan who had mentioned earlier.

He Xie was about 60 years old. When he saw it, he felt frosty and deep wrinkles. But when he saw it, he felt quite kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and his beard was still black, so he didn't look very old. Chen Fengming knew that a person who practiced Lanshan's internal skills often had his external spirit from the heart, so he didn't find it strange. Even Master Jinghui did not look as calm as he had seen him at Junshan, Dongting today - it was obvious that she was very different now.

He Ying saw Chen Fengming and others and said that he was eager for a long time. He Ying talked about the truth about the past events of Lanshan for many years, and he was very moved. "In fact, the old man has been away from Lanshan for decades. It is because he is unwilling to investigate the old things. Even if he learns what Junior Brother Xie has done, it is actually difficult to find him. But it is a coincidence - or, there are days in the dark - the Fantasy World held three meetings this year, and made this matter public in the world for the first time, which gave us the opportunity to settle the old things."

Jinghui also said the Buddha's name softly. She and He Zhi's sister and sister met again after a long separation, and had already told them all about their encounters after separation. However, with Chen Fengming and Okra had not yet had the opportunity to elaborate on the affairs of their respective sects and their relationships. Especially when He Zhi and Chen Fengming were the first time they met, the more they said. Jun Li only heard a few people say a lot, but they were still far away. He said, "You are talking about the affairs of Yunmeng. I, an outsider, can't interfere. I want to take a break and go back to the temple for a while, and beg for the master to agree."

Jinghui suddenly showed apologies: "It's all because we only talk about the old things in Yunmeng and neglected the Taoist priest - the Taoist priest is the leader of the Shen, and the two close friends of the leader Qiu, don't have to see him. The poor nun complained about the crime of greeting him, and I hope the Taoist priest will not mind."

Jun Li shook his head and said, "It's not this. It was a Taoist priest who came uninvited and forced to intervene - if he wanted to avenge his crime, it should be me. I saw that the Houtu Temple is vast and the scenery is unique. I haven't looked at some places carefully. I really want to take this opportunity to visit."

"Yunmeng doesn't have nothing to do with you - isn't this about Heizhu's manpower? You want to 'visit'?" Chen Fengming glanced at him, "Besides, aren't you who said you would sue Master Jinghui if you have something to do?"

"Yunmeng regards you as the one who mentions black bamboo, you will say it. After all the response is finished, I will mention an old friend to the Master again, which will have no effect on this matter."

Chen Fengming sneered, "The airs are quite big." Seeing that he was really not unhappy, Jinghui said, "The deserted temple is crude, and it is rare that the Taoist priest is willing to give her green eyes to her. Please give me your own wish."

Jun Li said that he had lost his companion, walked out of the living room and looked out of the front door, looking out at the ridge, and there was a lot of life and fun. He came back and walked around the Guanyin Hall, and just saw that the middle-aged girl was coming from behind the hall with a younger female disciple. When he saw Jun Li, the middle-aged girl stood still and bowed and said, "Master Taoist is polite."

Jun Li was curious for a moment and said, "Master, there are very few disciples in Houtu Temple. I only saw two of them when I came and went in this hall."

The middle-aged nun replied: "The courtyard of Houtuan is now dilapidated and the door of the door is deserted. The Taoist priest is coming too late."

"Want to hear about it?"

The middle-aged female nun gave a few instructions to the younger disciple, sent her there, and made a gesture of delaying the invitation to Jun Li, saying, "The Taoist Master, please follow the nun in the nun and let the nun slowly tell you."

Jun Li was about to go to Hou Temple, but he was afraid of inconvenience. Now he was in a good mood and thanked him immediately. After chatting with the nun, he learned that her name was Mingjue. When asked why the Houtu Temple was alone in a rarely visited place, Mingjue Road, although the location of this temple was quite inconspicuous, when it first emerged more than a hundred years ago, the ridge also cut down trees and opened scenes. The loess walls were very grand. Naturally, she had not seen these things personally, but when she was young, she often heard the elders in the temple talk about: "This place is not too far from the capital city, and it only took half a day to travel back and forth. At that time, there were many villages around and the road was convenient. Houtu Temple originally had three large front and back.

The incense is in full bloom. But times have changed, and for some reason - perhaps because there were two assassinations in front of Qingbo Gate - the pilgrims who were used to coming out of Qingbo Gate turned to Qiantang Gate, Wulin Gate left the city, and went to the northwest temple to incense. For decades, the temples on that side of the mountain have gradually become prosperous, and the Hotu Temple has become lonely. There have been accidents such as stealing Buddhist sculptures and collapse of the hall. Although the officials have been reported, some people have also investigated and remedy. However, since Hangzhou Prefecture has become the capital of the country overnight - the change of heaven, no one has ever cared about an old temple and a Buddhist ritual under construction."

Jun Li nodded. He guessed that the practice of nunners is often more introverted than that of monks and temples. At this time, he didn't make a fuss, leaving the old ones gone, but the new ones did not come. Only the roads were gradually deserted and the people were gradually rare. The Hsinchu planted when the temple was built had grown, and the new branches grew more lush after cutting were cut, covering the old earth wall like this, and hiding it into the deep mountains of Nirenling.

The nuns who can withstand emptiness and remain here are still happy to see purity. However, the ancient Buddha of Qinglan was born and self-educated, and could not stop the years from being wasted. The nuns who witnessed the rise of Houtu Temple have passed away, but few of their descendants have passed away. To this day, Jinghui and Mingjue are the oldest people in this temple. As Mingjue said, Jinghui passed by this place by chance, and loved the quietness of the noise, so he stayed and became a monk. Mingjue has been here since he was a child, and it has been more than thirty years. But even the two of them have never seen what the original front hall of the Heavenly King was like, and the back hall - the empty hall that always had a shell - has been used for many years as a temporary place for the few villagers around this area to use it as a temporary place for the corpse of mortals and a place for rituals.

The Houtu Temple was built along the mountain, and the terrain was getting higher as he walked. However, after walking with Mingjue for a while, he still saw that the younger nun was transporting some miscellaneous items just now. Mingjue said that there were actually only four female monks left in the temple today. In addition to Master Jinghui and her, there was also a junior sister of the Ming generation who was sorting out scriptures and books, so she neglected the hospitality. According to the seniority, the temple was naturally respected by Jinghui, but Jinghui had to travel outside for a while every year. Most of the affairs in the temple were actually left to Mingjue to handle. After all, there were few people and weak people, and the huge temple gradually could not be continued. When Jinghui came back this time, he mentioned that he might not be able to stay in Houtu Temple anymore. For the convenience of the nuns' practice, he discussed the order of accommodation with the Faqing Court, which is also the Pure Land Sect in the north. A few people were going to turn over in a few days.

Of course, Jun Li guessed that Master Jinghui was about to leave Houtu Temple, which was probably related to her when she was in Dongting, and her tie was laid. However, Mingjue's expression was a little sad when he talked about this matter, and he seemed to be quite dependent on this master. He was not good at speaking much, and he was silent for a moment, and suddenly he saw that he had reached the back wall of the temple - the back wall was very broken, and he could only barely distinguish the original small door for entry and exit, and there were traces of water being flooded at the base of the wall. Outside the door was still surrounded by purple bamboo, but because the mountain was suddenly steep, the towering bamboo branches seemed a little tilted, and many of them were even bent down, as if helplessly umbrella bones were lifted open the green porch, covering the north end of the temple in a distance.

A stream passed by the bamboos. This was not a season of abundant water, but it was fine and slow, as if the changes in the world had nothing to do with it. It reflected the broken walls and old bamboos, with soil and dead leaves, moist and bright. However, when I thought of the rainy season, it was inevitable that the flood would rush, heavy rains destroyed the mountains, and the soil and rocks collapsed, which made the back wall become such a bleak scene.

"Is the original aft hall damaged by the rolling rocks?" he asked.

Mingjue nodded, "I heard that this is the case. There are always trainings in the temple. When it rains, I don't walk to the back temple. Our houses and temples are mostly set up in front. However, I have been here for more than 30 years, and I have never encountered any rocks falling once."

Jun Li looked up and looked at the mountain. The ridge was not high, but this section of the mountain was steep, which showed evil appearance. Now that the purple bamboo is growing vigorously, it is believed that the threat of huge rocks decades ago would not be possible to reappear. Only when the mountain torrents rush down some mud was really gone.

He smiled and said, "The entire mountain ridge of Niren Ridge is mostly mud, and I believe it has been much shorter by heavy rain over the years, as if there will be no more threats."

Mingjue sighed, "So what if there is one, we will go to the Faqing Court in a few days. I believe that in the future, this place will be just an abandoned temple where the mountain people can rest and shelter from the rain. When the heavy rain falls for a few more seasons, I am afraid that the temple will be destroyed without the need for rocks." There is a lot of nostalgia in my words.

"The temples are just places to stay for a while." Jun Li said, "Although I am a master of Buddhism and Taoism, my beliefs are very different, but my practice is in my heart and not outside my body. This principle is always the same. In fact, I have never lived in Taoist temples since I was a child, and I don't even know where I entered the Taoist ritual at the beginning. I have always traveled around with my master, so I have never been to the heart. I heard that Master Jinghui, the abbot of Gui'an, actually often traveled out. I think she is like the master, no longer needs to stick to the same place to keep the faith in the heart. Why don't Master regard this migration as an opportunity to test the mind cultivation, and maybe you have gained something more?"

"The Taoist priest said," Mingjue bowed, "It's Pontie who is not strong in his mind and laughs."

After staying near the Jinglou, Jun Li walked along the other side for half a week and finally returned to the living room. At this time, the four people in the hall were no longer as relaxed and satisfied as before. They must have talked about the enemy's fantasy world, so they are solemn. Seeing him back, Chen Fengming reached out and greeted, "Good news, Senior He is willing to go with us this time, so our chances of winning will be a little more."

Jun Li saw that the table was covered with vine paper, and some patterns and symbols were drawn on it that looked like music scores. He wanted to see a few people, and he was discussing the details of the three illusions. He came over and sat down. He clasped his fists and said, "I dare not take it. The old man was originally a man from Lanshan. He helped Master Chen. Master Qiu unified the three sects with no choice. However, the Taoist priest was willing to send the Black Bamboo Club to help, which showed the kindness of drawing swords to help."

Jun Li smiled and said, "Senior He has been too awarded. I have always had a lot of friendship with Fengming and Okra, so I can't stand it up at this time. In addition, I actually have a little connection with Yunmeng Sect."

He Ying was surprised and said, "The Taoist priest also has a connection with our Yunmeng?" Not to mention him, even Chen Fengming was surprised and said, "What's the connection? Why haven't I heard you say it?"

"I came to meet Master Jinghui today, it was because of this." Jun Lifang took out a fold of paper from his sleeve. "When I was in Dongting, I heard Master Xi mention the disciple of Lanshan, who was the master of Master Xi many times. After I returned to Lin'an, I learned his whereabouts by chance."
Chapter completed!