Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 931: Gion Temple, Xuannian Old Monk

Gion-ji Temple is divided into two parts, upper and lower.

Go up the stairs from the foot of the mountain, less than a hundred feet high, and you will reach the mountain gate.

The magnificent temples and halls are mainly concentrated in this area.

There are many pilgrims here and the incense is very popular.

Not only is the palace tall and magnificent, but the walls and tiles are also covered with thick gold paint.

Especially the statue of Buddha, where the Three Buddhas sit in rows, each nearly ten feet high. The statue of Buddha is painted with thick gold paint, which is almost blinding.

After passing those magnificent temples and halls and continuing up the bluestone steps, you will come to some low buildings.

The buildings above are obviously not as magnificent as the temples below.

Here, the worldly noise can no longer be heard.

This is the place where the monks of Gion-ji Temple practice meditation.

On weekdays, there are only about a hundred monks receiving pilgrims below, and most of the monks are practicing in seclusion on the mountain.

The abbot of Gion-ji Temple is named Xuannian. He is an old monk who is like a living immortal. He is older than the three monks of Lingtai Temple. Moreover, he is not a local monk from Jiuhua Mountain, but a monk of Lingtai Temple.

In terms of seniority, Master Xuan Nian is the senior brother of the three great monks Xuan Zhi, Xuan Kong and Xuan Jing.

Fatty Yulong followed the gray-robed young monk to the place where the monks practiced meditation on the mountain.

He looked down and saw the magnificent golden roofs of the temples at the foot of the mountain, but there was no noisy sound in his ears.

Although they were only a hundred feet apart, they felt like two different worlds.

This surprised Fatty Yulong a little.

There must be some kind of soundproof barrier set up between the two buildings, otherwise it would be impossible not to hear any sound from below at this height.

The gray-robed young monk brought Fatty Yulong to a secluded meditation room.

The Zen room was inconspicuous, with the green brick walls covered with traces of time, and it was obvious that it had been built for quite a long time.

The young monk knocked on the door and said, "Master Abbot, Master Yulong of the Yunhai Sect is here to visit."

After waiting for about two breaths, the door creaked open a crack, and then the sounds of beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures came from inside.

This meditation room is also equipped with a soundproof barrier. As long as the door is closed, people outside cannot hear what is happening inside.

Looking at this inconspicuous, dilapidated house, Fatty Yulong frowned slightly.

I thought that people in Buddhism were really interesting.

They did not hesitate to paint the walls and tiles of the temple with gold paint, and did not hesitate to brush gold paint on the Buddha statues several times.

As a result, the dignified abbot actually lived in such a dilapidated house.

It really proves the saying that Buddha relies on gold ornaments and people rely on clothes.

The Buddhists seem to have spent all their money on knife handles.

"Amitabha, well done, well done. Junior Brother Yulong has come to visit us. I'm sorry that Xuannian failed to greet you."

A low and old voice came from the Zen room.

"Xuan Nian? No way? This old monk hasn't passed away yet? How can he be the abbot of Gion-ji Temple?"

When Fatty Yulong heard that the abbot in the house was Xuan Nian, his expression instantly became quite strange.

The first thing he did was to turn around and try to slip away, but since he was already there, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the meditation room.

The doors and windows of the Zen room were closed, making it seem a little dark.

On the soft couch on the left, sitting cross-legged was a withered old monk in a yellow robe.

The old monk's forehead was a little yellow, and the six scars from his ordination were no longer very obvious.

His white beard fell down to his chest, and his two white eyebrows hung down from his cheeks and extended into his white beard.

Fatty Yulong stared blankly at the withered old monk with a white beard and eyebrows, and said, "Brother Xuannian? It really is you! You...how come you are here?"

The old monk Xuan Nian put down the wooden fish in his hand, clasped his hands together, and said, "I have been practicing in seclusion here for more than a hundred years."

Fatty Yulong frowned and said, "You've been here for over a hundred years? And I didn't hear anything about you? So, it's been three hundred years since we last saw each other, right?"

The old monk Xuan Nian said slowly, "It's been exactly three hundred years. I remember we met in a duel at Lingshan three hundred years ago."

"Yes, yes, yes. I still remember you beating me up. Haha, that's great. You couldn't even become a chief elder in Lingtai Temple, but you didn't expect to become an abbot here."

Since they were old acquaintances, Fatty Yulong was not at all reserved.

He sat down beside the old monk Xuan Nian in a carefree manner.

The two had once had a fight.

At that time, Fatty Yulong was not yet a hundred years old, and his cultivation level was at the Divine Silence realm.

At that time, Fatty Yulong was attacking Buddhism and saying bad things about it, which happened to be heard by Master Xuannian.

At that time, Master Xuan Nian was already over 300 years old. Fatty Yulong was no match for him and was kicked several times.

But this happened many years ago, and the two just laughed it off when they met.

After a few pleasantries, Master Xuannian said, "Junior Brother Yulong, I remember that you have never been fond of Buddhism. Why did you suddenly come here today?"

Fatty Yulong said, "I came to Jiuhua Mountain this time to look for someone."

"Is it Shen Feiyang?"

Yulong was stunned for a moment, then a light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "It seems that Senior Brother knows something. You haven't been waiting for me here for more than a hundred years, have you?"

Master Xuan Nian smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "I knew that someone from the Yunhai Sect would find this place one day, but I never expected that the first person to come here to look for Shen Feiyang would be Junior Brother Yulong."

He said slowly: "Brother, why are you here to be the host? Aren't you a person with a strong desire for power?"

Master Xuan Nian said, "Not only me, but a total of six elders of the Xuan generation have come here from Lingtai Temple."

Fatty Yulong's eyes flashed, and he said, "Oh, six people? And they are all from the Xuan generation? Brother, it seems I am very lucky. I just arrived at Jiuhua Mountain and it's only been half a day, and I found the right place and the right people.

"Brother Xuannian, is there something wrong at Jiuhua Mountain?"

Master Xuannian clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly.

Yulong asked, "Is this matter related to Shen Feiyang?"

Master Xuan Nian remained silent.

Silence is the default.

Yulong nodded and said, "I came here this time for this very reason. Brother Xuannian, if you have anything to say, just speak frankly. What exactly is going on here?"

Master Xuan Nian smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know the specific situation."

"Then tell me what you know."

"The story begins with the sudden disappearance of Junior Brother Bulong's disciple Shan Qingtong over two hundred years ago."

"hiss……"

Fatty Yulong took a deep breath.

He naturally knew the reason why Shan Qingtong disappeared.

Shan Qingtong is Shan Muchin's biological mother.

It is still buried in Tianyun Mountain.

Master Xuan Nian seemed to know some hidden secrets. When he mentioned Shan Qingtong's name, he glanced at Fatty Yulong with a turbid look.

Seeing Fatty Yulong's expression change slightly when he heard Shan Qingtong's name, the old monk sighed softly.

Then he said, "After Shan Qingtong disappeared, her senior brother Shen Feiyang's temperament changed drastically. Not long after that, Jiuhua Mountain became unstable..."