When he heard that he could see the treasure, Zhang Muyun suddenly felt excited, and jumped up from the cushion, stared at the old abbot and said:

"If I had known that the abbot was not stingy! I'll take me to see it!"

"Okay! Let's come and see it together."

After saying that, Zhiguang rose up in his sleeves and walked out of the clean room first, and other people behind him came out in a row.

Under the leadership of Zhiguang, they first went to the Sumeru Altar Buddha Hall. At this time, the night was dark and the sky was still covered with dark clouds. When they walked up the corridor from the stone path in the courtyard, several small novice monks were carrying lanterns to illuminate them. Zhang Muyun was excited along the way, especially when he saw the old Zen master leading the way up the steps and approaching the closed vermilion gate of the Sumeru Hall, he became more and more excited.

"There is something strange about this Sumeru Palace!"

He thought to himself:

"I am not familiar with Baolin Temple where I have come from? I don't remember how I came from the Sumeru Buddha Hall."

Zhang Muyun became more excited, and his steps became a little messy.

"Mu Yun, look—"

After leading everyone into the Sumeru Hall, the monk Zhiguang pointed to a half-person-high bronze tripod on the east wall of the hall, turned around and boasted to Zhang Muyun:

"This is the first treasure in my Baolin Temple!"

"This tripod is called the 'Summer Dad'. Look at this-"

Zhiguang walked back and forth around the bronze cauldron, stroking the engraved patterns on the cauldron body while chanting:

"Mu Yun, look at the cauldron body. These are Mount Sumeru, and there are four continents. These ones, you look like small dough, are actually five hundred arhats. Look, some preachers, some descending dragons and tigers, and some ascending to heaven on cranes. I don't know how they were carved at the beginning. They are really worthy of being the number one treasure in my temple!"

Zhiguang explained hard, Zhang Muyun and Yuechan were very focused and were amazed from time to time. With the eternal lights in the hall, Zhang Muyun looked at the bright and dark patterns on the Sumeru copper tripod, and said in his heart:

"It's indeed a treasure! The pattern is already wonderful. If it is transformed, it should be less than 200 kilograms of copper. Well, that's also extremely valuable."

He valued the treasure in front of him in his heart, but suddenly became suspicious. Zhang Muyun took advantage of the conversation and asked Zen Master Zhiguang:

"Master, although your bronze tripod is extremely valuable, you don't have to sacrifice your life to save it, right? Could it be that it is full of gold and silver?"

Speaking of this, he quickly stepped forward and reached out to take it, but only caught the incense ash. Seeing him like this, Zhiguang was a little embarrassed. After he hesitating for a moment, he had to say honestly:

"Mu Yun, there is no gold or silver in this cauldron. In fact, I'm going to tell you that the old monk, who became a monk, is not in conflict with the world, would he value these things outside the body? The evil man forced the temple to hand over treasures. I knew nothing, so I had to take him around wherever possible in the temple. I had also come to this cauldron, but the man shook his head when he saw it, insisting that it was not..."

"oh?"

Zhang Muyun was sleepless at this moment and had a clear mind. He immediately continued:

"This dead ghost has a very high eye - huh? So, there are other treasures in your temple?"

"Yes, I have."

Zhiguang replied with a bad look on his face:

"At first, I wanted to show all the things that can be called Buddha treasures in the temple to the fierce man, and just wanted to send him away sooner; but they all said it was not!"

"That's really unlucky."

Zhang Muyun comforted her casually, but most of her thoughts were still above the word "baby". She looked at the old abbot and said in a spirit:

"Old abbot, why don't you show me the treasures one by one. I'll help you identify them. Maybe that dead ghost doesn't know the goods!"

"……All right!"

After all, the brother and sister in front of him were life-saving benefactors, and Zhiguang could not refuse, so he really gave Zhang Muyun all the Buddhist treasure scriptures that he could remember in Baolin Temple. Rhino Buddhist beads, white jade Guanyin, red sandalwood arhat, wooden dry lacquer statues, glazed treasure light lotus platform, hand-coated wall leaf sutras of Master Bodhidharma, and various treasures hidden in the temple were for Zhang Muyun to see. Many of the treasures were almost never secretly disclosed, even the nobles could not see them, but this time they made the two brothers and sisters cheaper. At this time, the lazy boy who got the cheap was still acting obedient. When estimating the price of these antique treasures in his stomach, he said to Zhiguang with shameless words:

"Old monk, you can show me how good it is! That evil thief doesn't know the goods and only treats the treasures in your temple as straw. If it is spread out in the future, where will your old face be put! Even when you sell the temple's property in the future, you will be underpriced!"

“…Don’t talk nonsense!”

Master Zhiguang was so amused and laughed at Zhang Muyun. The bright girl beside him kept laughing after hearing this noble statement from Brother Yi.

Before they knew it, they slowly walked to the back of the temple. They walked past the abbot's courtyard where they had set out before and came to the back mountain of Baolin Temple. After all, it was Buddha Zenhe. Unlike the giggling young man, the old abbot Zhiguang promised to display the treasures in the temple one by one, and there was no discount. They just led the young brother and sister to walk in the temple with several elders. They basically saw everything that could be called Buddha treasures, and now they are the last one left. It was almost three o'clock in the morning and the night was dark. The old monk stood on the stone steps behind the abbot's courtyard. Looking at the glazed pagoda with a ridge and eaves standing in the north, he shivered in the rising mountain wind. He turned around and bowed to the boy and said:

"Brother Mu Yun, the only one who can be called treasures in my temple is left with the nameless ancient bamboo slips collected in the Vajra Pagoda of Medicine Buddha. Do you want to read it?"
Chapter completed!