Chapter 624

"The carriage covers reflect the village, and the auspicious light shines brilliantly. Yang Jiang Zongshi has come from afar to visit our temple. We failed to welcome you in time, and we hope you will forgive us."

The clouds and mist were as vast as the sea.

Near the top of the mountain, cedar trees stretched for miles, and thousands of treetops swayed with the wind, forming layers of waves.

The abbot of Wanshan Temple came to welcome them personally.

Yang Dongxiong chatted with him.

The mountain wind was cold.

The two strong men leading the way fell behind, their eyes meeting.

They had thought the group in front of them was a wealthy family, and their strength was somewhat extraordinary. Their words were either Seventh-Rank officials or Sixth-Rank officials, gesturing grandly and full of spirit, perhaps with Wolf Smoke or even Hunting Tiger Martial Artists.

But...

What did the abbot of Wanshan Temple say?

Yang Jiang Zongshi!?

Mount Lushan is located between Huangzhou and Yunzhou. In the past month, the biggest events in the two prefectures were undoubtedly the Great Hunting Meet and the birthday banquet of Old Master Xu.

If a local doesn't know, they are truly blind and have no face to say where they are from.

"Which Yang Jiang Zongshi?"

"It can't be wrong... Didn't you see the abbot come out personally..."

"Yang Jiang Zongshi is here in person, so which one is the Dragon Crossing the River?"

The two men's eyeballs turned, and they tacitly locked onto Liang Qu, their eyes burning.

They had seen the portrait released at the Great Hunting Meet. They hadn't reacted before, but now comparing the two, they immediately locked on.

The Dragon Crossing the River who knows General Yuan!

Xu Zishuai bumped Liang Qu's shoulder.

Liang Qu touched his cheek.

Wolf Smoke Martial Artists have sharp ears and eyes, so he could naturally hear their whispers.

He really has become a famous person.

A rare thing.

Due to the circulation of news.

Except for individual counties in Pingyang Prefecture, Liang Qu's name might not be as well-known in many places as it is now in Huangzhou and Yunzhou.

After some pleasantries.

Everyone entered the temple and saw the so-called tree king that covered an acre of land while walking.

The ancient tree was even more huge than imagined. The knotted roots drilled out of the soil, overlapping like a group of snakes, and the shadow of the canopy was cast down, as deep and undulating as the sea. Long Binglin looked so small passing under it.

Perhaps it wasn't the harvest season, so Liang Qu didn't see any fruits in the canopy.

Fortunately, if you keep thinking about something, there will be an echo.

Arrived at the guest hall.

"Huijue."

"Abbot."

The abbot called the novice monk who was serving.

"Go to the cellar and take the newly picked Buddhist pine fruits this year to entertain the distinguished guests."

Xu Zishuai was pleasantly surprised.

"The Buddhist pine fruits that cost a tael of silver each? The abbot is so generous!"

The abbot turned his prayer beads and smiled, denying it: "Outsiders spread rumors. The Buddhist pine fruits in the courtyard are picked every October, either for the monks in the temple to take for cultivation or to entertain distinguished guests. They have never been sold outside, so there is no such thing as a few taels each. It cannot be taken as true."

Entertaining distinguished guests.

Look at the abbot's art of speaking.

Liang Qu could feel that the abbot of Wanshan Temple had extraordinary cultivation. His blood and energy were restrained, as motionless as a mountain, and his physique was also quite tall. He likely had hard-body kung fu, three parts stronger than Quan Linghan, the leader of the Jiaoren, and definitely had the upper Hunting Tiger Realm.

With such strength, he came out to welcome them personally and even entertained them with the fruits of an 1,800-year-old Buddhist pine.

Having a Jiang Zongshi master is really different.

It feels like he is the Tang Monk and his disciples visiting the Wuzhuang Temple to taste the ginseng fruit.

Heavenly Group

Heavenly Group

Only, as a guest, you first earn three parts of thin face.

Should I

take the gift

and look for it

hidden on my body?

Jue brought the fruit basin.

On the tray, the Buddhist pine fruits were piled into a small hill, with quite a lot of weight.

"Wait, shouldn't the Buddhist pine fruits be the size of a fist?" Bored playing this game

Bored playing this game, it's really satisfying! A small gourd, one end big and one end small, half red and half green, but even if it's really satisfying

"Start Game"

"Start Game"

The little novice monk beside the abbot smiled and said: "What the donor said should be the Luo Han fruit. The Buddhist pine fruit is the Buddhist pine fruit, and the Luo Han fruit is the Luo Han fruit. Both fruits are shaped like Luo Han, but they are not the same plant. One grows on a tree, and the other grows on a vine, so naturally, the fruits are different."

A joke was made.

Xu Zishuai scratched his head.

Liang Qu was curious: "Why is this fruit called Luo Han?"

The little novice monk put his hands together: "The monk's head is the embryo, the monk's body is the support, and the monk's hands together are the bracts on the seed support.

By the end of September and the beginning of October, the fruit matures, and the thin 'little monk' achieves the right fruit and becomes a 'fat Luo Han'."

Hearing what the little novice monk said, everyone really felt that there was some meaning in it.

"Many thanks to the abbot for your kindness. Today we are basking in the light of Manager Yang!"

Xiang Fang Su and Ke Wenbin rubbed their hands, reached out and grabbed a handful each, plucked off the green parts that couldn't be eaten, and tossed them into their mouths like snacks.

It was sticky and had a faint sweet taste, quite different from ordinary Luo Han fruits, without any bitterness.

Falling into the stomach, there was a slight feeling of warmth.

It's a food that nourishes the stomach, and it's very comfortable to eat.

Xu Shi greeted them.

The two leading men got a few grains, terrified and trembling, carefully putting them into their bosoms, reluctant to eat them.

When one person achieves the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

Since they were young, they had only heard that Wanshan Temple had a Buddhist pine tree king, and they had never thought that such a beautiful place would fall on their heads.

Fortunately, they shouted the hardest before going up the mountain. Very happy.

Ke Wenbin asked: "Little monk, do other Buddhist pine fruits have this effect?"

"None." Huijue bowed, "In the temple, only three Buddhist pines over a thousand years old have it, and the 1,800-year-old tree king is the best."

Ke Wenbin exclaimed: "Amazing, the fruits borne by the 1,800-year-old tree in your temple are no worse than the cockscomb fruits cultivated by the River Patrol Office."

"The donor praises me too much. First there was the Buddhist pine, then there was Wanshan Temple. This is the wonder of the precious tree, not the ability of our temple. How can it be compared with the imperial court."

Wanshan Temple is worthy of being one of the five great monasteries. From the abbot to the little novice monk, everything they say is pleasant to hear.

It's a pity there is no water essence.

The sweet taste in Liang Qu's mouth wafted.

Ordinary tree species have the effect of precious plants, becoming spirits when they are old.

It's just that the qi-supplementing effect of the cockscomb fruit level is negligible for him now.

Taste it.

Not disturbing everyone's tour of the mountain, after a simple reception, the abbot let the novice monk lead them to their respective rooms.

Liang Qu had many people and women, so he was assigned a small courtyard alone.

After tidying up, he was invited to eat a special vegetarian meal at Wanshan Temple at noon.

In the afternoon.

Everyone went out to see the most famous flying waterfall in Mount Lushan. If you come to Mount Lushan and don't see the waterfall, you are absolutely blind.

Xu Zishuai made a bold statement that he would write a good poem for the world to sing.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the place.

Except for the dozen or so people present who could squeeze out a "really beautiful," there was not a single elegant poem.

After playing for half a day, they parted reluctantly.

Evening.

Long Yao and Long Li were excited and discussed the magnificent scenery of the waterfall hanging in front of the river, while Long Eying fell half a step behind.

The deep forest turned into a pale red sea, and the shadows flowed obliquely over the golden rocks.

Arriving at the courtyard.

The bronze bell in the temple rang loudly.

The last trace of orange light on the horizon sank, and night fell.

Creak~

Tatta Kai pushed open the gate.

Just at this time.

The sound of water gurgled, splashing and never stopping.

Looking sideways.

The candlelight was dim.

Half a silhouette was reflected in front of the window, plump in posture, graceful and charming, one hand holding half a water ladle, scooping up hot water and flushing it down.

There was actually a woman bathing in the next room!

It was clearly an empty room when they came in the morning.

Besides.

Since she is a woman, why didn't she pull the screen when bathing?

Long Eying coughed lightly.

The sound of water in the room stopped, and the woman bent down to blow out the candle, and the front window fell into darkness.

Liang Qu withdrew his gaze, and before he could figure it out, he unexpectedly found that everyone was looking at him, scratching his temples.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Moss spread on the walls, and tenacious weeds avoided the cold wind, standing firm.

Tatta Kai packed up the bowls and chopsticks and carried them to the kitchen.

The courtyard gate was knocked.

"Who is it?"

Long Yao moved to open the door, wondering who would come at night. Before she could see clearly, a rich fragrance rushed to her face, choking her slightly.

"Who are you?"

The woman outside looked to be over thirty, with a gorgeous and charming appearance, skin as white as fat, wearing only a light pink robe, holding a vermilion tray in her hand, and a small white porcelain cup on the tray. Her wet hair was not yet dry, the ends slightly curled, swaying gently.

The bright moonlight was as soft as water.

Such a beauty stood alone in the cold wind, her tight robe showing her curves, really revealing a bit of clarity and tenderness, making people feel pity.

She Lianmei brushed away the hair on her temples.

"I am a tourist staying in the next room. I heard movement in the courtyard earlier, so I came to say hello and get to know you."

Long Yao blurted out: "Oh, so you were the one lighting the candle and washing without pulling the screen?"

"..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Long Eying walked out of the room and apologized for Long Yao, "Madam, don't blame her. This girl has been spoiled since she was a child and doesn't know how to speak."

Madam!

She Lianmei felt a sword pierce her heart. Seeing Long Eying's face clearly, she lowered her head slightly.

"I am not married..."

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

"It doesn't matter." She Lianmei forced a smile and raised the tray in her hand, "I visited today not for anything big. I boiled some silver ear and lotus seed soup in my room, but I couldn't finish it alone, so I thought I'd send some over to make friends.

That way, maybe we'll have a chance to travel around Mount Lushan together. After all, it's cold, there aren't many tourists, and it's inevitable that the environment is too clear.

Did you come alone? I seemed to hear a man's voice earlier? Is it your brother or a Daoist partner?"

"That is our Master."

"Is your Master here?"

"No, he just went out."

"Long Yao, who is here?"

Liang Qu walked out of the hall.