Infinite Throne

   Chapter 977 Old Monk

   Qingdu.

   In front of Heian Temple.

  Irin went to buy a ticket honestly.

   You don’t earn money by yourself anyway.

   is not distressed.

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

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

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

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

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

   But Xuanci's reaction made Yi Rin a little surprised.

   "Buy me one."

  Xuanci calmly reached out to Irin 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 in his mouth.

   After letting the two wet 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 100 years, Heian-ji Temple has become a famous tourist attraction.

   What makes this Heian Temple famous is not that the legends of the past 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. It has survived storms, dynasties, natural disasters and wars.

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

   In the crowd of tourists, Irin 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, the incense is prosperous, and there is an endless stream of guests.

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

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

  Irin was worried at first that Xuanci's demon identity 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, with many large and small meditation halls connected by ancient and fragrant corridors.

  Irin came here a hundred years ago.

   In the past 100 years, Heian Temple has undergone several repairs, and the inner structure has undergone many changes.

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

"Um?"

  When Irin 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... it's okay, treat each other with courtesy."

  …

ten minutes later.

  Irin came to the deepest meditation hall in Heian-ji Temple.

   "Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

The    meditation 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.

   has a calming effect on ordinary human beings.

   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 is not even from this world.

  Irin 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."

  This place is not open to tourists.

   But Irin still came.

   The process is not important.

   He coughed twice and knocked on the door.

   "Monster Taiyi, ask to see the master."

  Irin took the initiative to announce his 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 hide things, he was upright and upright.

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

   "Taiyi benefactor, please come in."

   "That would offend."

  Irin 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.

   On the Buddha statue, there are rust spots, 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."

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

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

  Irin took off his hat, and with a flick of his 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 it?"

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

   "I'm looking for Junzhen."

   "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.

   rumbling.

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

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

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

  Irin frowned: "It's not him inside."

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

   "Oh? Please don't play riddles, thank you." Irin folded her hands together politely.

   "The donor asks for the 'answer'."

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

  …

  Behind the door, there are stairs going down.

On both sides of   , bright candles are lit.

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

  Irin was very calm and walked down the stairs in a circle.

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

  Irin has no unexpected reasons, it's very simple.

   When he released his perception, he discovered this basement.

  Before, there was no basement here.

   Today, 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 level, when the mind power 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 psychic 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, if so many candles burned together, if there was 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 Yi Rin had not entered into the "transparent" touch, he might have ignored the weak breath.

   is the so-called “go to the countryside and follow the custom”.

  Irin is a polite demon.

   In front of the old monk, there is a futon.

  The futon was covered with ashes.

   I don’t know how many years there are, and no one patronizes it.

   He walked up to the old monk and did not dislike it. He knelt and sat on the futon covered with thick ashes with a calm expression, his hands clasped together.

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

   Kaka Kaka.

   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 is 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."

   (end of this chapter)