I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Vol 2 Chapter 974: old monk

Qingdu.

In front of Heian Temple.

Irin went to buy a ticket honestly.

After all, you don't earn the money yourself.

Not distressed.

But Miaomiao, Ju'er, and Butter, but they refused to enter.

They said in unison that the evil spirit in the Buddhist temple is unlucky.

The reaction of the three of them did not exceed Yi Rin's expectations. .

After staying in Beiju Luzhou for so many years, he didn't know the habits of the demon clan.

And Buddhism can be said to be deadly enemies, born.

But Xuanci's reaction surprised Yi Rin a little.

"Buy me one."

Xuanci calmly reached out to Yi Rin and asked for a ticket to visit.

Yi Rin glanced at Xuan Ci in surprise, and handed over the ticket without asking any further questions; at the same time, he took off the chrysanthemum bracelet and let Miao Miao bite into his mouth.

After letting the two nurses play by themselves in the cool place, Yi Rin took Xuan Ci, followed his duty and discipline, and lined up to enter Heian Temple.

After a hundred years, Heian-ji Temple has become a famous tourist attraction.

What makes this Heian Temple famous is not that the legends have been passed down, but simply because the temple is old enough.

It is said that this Heian Temple has a history of nearly a thousand years.

This "ancient" alone gives people enough reasons to dip in the so-called "blessing".

In the crowd of tourists, Yi Rin accidentally bumped into a few exotic young women he had met on the boat.

It's just that Yi Rin has changed back to his original appearance now, and they didn't recognize Yi Rin for a while.

...

In the courtyard, incense is prosperous, and guests are in an endless stream.

Xuanci asked Yi Rin for some pocket money, went to the incense shop on the side, bought three incense sticks, lined up to go to the huge incense burner, and silently offered the incense.

"You wait for me here, and I'll be back when I go."

Yi Rin was worried at first that Xuanci's identity as a demon would be recognized, so he stayed in place for a while. But until Xuanci finished the incense, no one of the Buddhist disciples who came and went could recognize Xuanci's true body, so he was relieved.

Heian Temple covers a large area, and many large and small meditation halls are connected by ancient and fragrant corridors.

A hundred years ago, Yi Rin came here.

But in the past 100 years, Heian Temple has been repaired several times, and the inner structure has changed a lot.

It's just that it doesn't matter, Yi Rin closed his eyes, let go of his perception, and quickly found his destination.

"Ok?"

When Yi Rin released his perception, he couldn't help frowning and looked down at the well-manicured lawn on the ground.

After a while, Yi Rin smiled slightly: "I didn't expect... let's treat each other with courtesy."

...

ten minutes later.

Irin came to the deepest meditation hall in Heian Temple.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

The Zen Hall still uses the oldest paper window and sandalwood door structure.

From the crack of the door, a scent of sandalwood drifted into Yilin's nose.

The "sandalwood incense" burned by Buddhists has always been blessed by eminent monks and has the effect of restraining ghosts, ghosts and ghosts.

For ordinary human beings, it has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind.

So this Buddhist sandalwood, smelling in the nose of the demon clan, is not the same smell. This is what Miaomiao, Ju’er, and Butter call the “spiritual energy”.

It's just that Irin's bloodline is a little special.

He is not a traditional demon.

His blood does not even come from this world.

Yi Rin didn't feel the slightest discomfort, on the contrary, she felt relaxed and happy, and her heart was calm like water.

Demons and demons cannot be generalized.

"Cough cough."

Here, it is not open to tourists.

But Irene still came.

The process doesn't matter.

He coughed twice and knocked on the door.

"Monster Race Taiyi, ask to see the master."

Irene took the initiative to announce her name.

He even took the initiative to report the identity of the demon clan.

At this point, he felt that there was no need to cover up, he was upright and upright.

When Irin opened his mouth, there was an old voice that didn't fluctuate too much.

"Master Taiyi, please come in."

"That would be a sin."

Irene pushed open the door and entered.

In the empty meditation hall, there is a Buddha statue with mottled surface.

The material of the Buddha statue is the simplest bronze.

There are rust spots on the Buddha statue, and the traces of the changes of the years can be seen.

An old monk with an old face and a long white beard was sitting cross-legged on a futon. In front of him, there was a dark red wooden fish.

"Uninvited, please forgive me, Master."

"The donor came with questions in his heart. In this case, all those who come are guests."

The old monk opened his eyes, and in those eyes, there was a murky dead gray.

Yi Rin took off her hat, and with a flick of her hand, the hat floated outside the door and hung on the treetops.

"Master Chunhan?"

"It's the poor monk."

"I want to find someone."

"Donor, please speak."

"Can't the master guess?"

"Ask the world, who dares to say that they know everything? Ordinary monks in poor monk districts dare not make assumptions."

"I'm looking for Chunzhen."

"Sure enough." Chunhan stood up, turned around and walked to the row of candlesticks in front of the Buddha statue, and twisted gently under the ninth candlestick.

Rumble.

The wall shook, and on the wall behind the portrait of an angry arhat, it moved backwards, revealing a secret door.

Master Chunhan stood by the door and put his hands together: "What the donor is looking for is inside."

This expression has a bit of a "please enter the urn" flavor.

Yi Rin frowned: "It's not him inside."

Chunhan smiled slightly: "Master Taiyi, what you are looking for is not Senior Brother Chunzhen."

"Oh? Please don't play riddles, thank you." Yi Rin put her hands together, politely.

"The donor asks for the 'answer'."

Yi Rin was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Okay, I understand."

...

Behind the door, there is a staircase going down the stairs.

On both sides, bright candles were lit.

It was obviously a basement with a mysterious atmosphere, but this full of candles gave Yi Rin a sense of integrity.

Yi Rin was very calm, and walked down the stairs in a circle.

At the end, it is still a closed meditation hall.

There was no unexpected reason for Yi Rin, it was very simple.

When he released his perception, he discovered this basement.

Before, there was no basement here.

Now, his spiritual attributes have broken through the double lock and reached the "legendary" realm. Once he feels it, he can almost cover the entire Qingdu, let alone a mere Heian Temple.

In front of the legendary spiritual side apostles, there are no secrets.

At this state, when the power of mind is released, it can no longer be simply called "perception".

In more technical terms, this is called "transparency".

In front of the legendary spiritual side apostle, under the shroud of thought power, the world is transparent.

...

In the underground meditation hall, the lights are bright.

The walls are covered with pure wood materials, and each candlestick is lit with bright candles.

In this underground meditation hall, Irin could even feel the flow of air.

It seems that there is ventilation equipment here.

Otherwise, so many candles will burn together, and if there is no ventilation equipment, the people inside would have suffocated to death.

In the empty meditation hall, there is a withered "person".

Yes, Yi Rin will use "human" to describe the scrawny old monk in front of him.

He was covered in almost no flesh, as thin as a skeleton. The sunken eye sockets and cheekbones made the old monk look like a corpse.

The old monk's breath was extremely weak, if it wasn't for Yi Rin's "transparent" touch, he might have ignored the weak breath.

As the saying goes, do as the locals do.

Irene is a polite demon.

In front of the old monk, there was a futon~www.readwn.com~ that was covered with ashes.

I don't know how many years, no one patronized.

He walked in front of the old monk, and he didn't dislike it. He knelt and sat on the futon covered with thick ash with a calm expression, his hands clasped together.

"Monster Taiyi, I have seen Zen Master Tianxin."

Kakaka.

The old monk, who was motionless and looked like a corpse, suddenly moved when he heard the words.

When he moved, there was a crisp sound of bones rubbing against his body.

That movement, like slow motion, bit by bit, as if this movement also exhausted all his strength.

Rao so, the old monk finally completed the action of putting his hands together.

Such a scene is like an ancient corpse that has been sitting for thousands of years... alive.

"Amitabha," the withered old Zen Master Tianxin opened his eyes, and his eyes were as clear as a mirror: "It turned out to be you, Lin Shizhu."