Chapter 177 Buddha's Hand Villa

The Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the whole mountain is quiet and gentle. Being inside and walking on it, one feels like being in a distant place. Even though Wu Yan knew what the Buddha Palace did and what it belonged to, he could not regard such a place with deep Buddhist nature as a place for demons.

The mountain road is gentle, with many stone steps. There seems to be a forbidden air formation within the radius of Mituo Mountain. Therefore, even if one has a high level of cultivation, it is difficult to fly here. One can only walk up the stone steps.

Twenty or so non-Buddhist monks followed the young monks without saying a word, and walked along the stone steps of the mountain road to a separate courtyard halfway up the mountain.

Judging from its location, this separate courtyard is still a long way away from the huge temple emitting soft Buddha light. I think this is the place where the Buddha Palace receives non-Buddhist disciples.

After walking for a long time, everyone stopped on a large square. At one end of the square, close to the cliff of the deep valley, there is a large newly built courtyard. At the gate of the courtyard, a huge rock hangs high with the words "Buddha's Hand Courtyard" written on it.

When everyone arrived at the gate of the courtyard, a tall old monk with a ruddy face and a fiery red beard bowed and waited in front of the door: "Amitabha! I am Xiuning, respectfully welcoming you fellow Taoists. You fellow Taoists have spared no effort to come to participate in our Buddhist temple, which has brought glory to the humble temple! You are tired from the journey, please stay in the courtyard first, take a rest, and have some wine and food. Tomorrow morning, I will come to arrange matters."

Wu Yan stood in the middle of the crowd, watching coldly, and saw that behind the old monk Xiuning, there stood a row of more than a dozen Buddhist monks, all of whom were in the middle and late stages of foundation building. Their strength was shocking. It seems that it would be quite troublesome to forcibly take people away here.

The architectural style in the courtyard is quite ingenious. Because it is used to receive non-Buddhist monks, there are few things related to Buddhism in this courtyard.

In the courtyard, the houses are of different styles, and there are Taoists, Confucianists, monks and laymen. You can register at the entrance of the courtyard and the attendant disciple will arrange it for you.

At this time, it was already night, and the lights in the whole courtyard were bright. Many monks who arrived early walked out of their rooms, stood in the corridors or on the windowsills of the pavilions, and looked at the newcomers in the courtyard.

Wu Yan glanced around the courtyard and did not find the Lu brothers. Strangely, he saw a very familiar figure.

The man stood on a three-story pavilion, holding the railing with both hands, lying on the railing, and quietly observing the people around him with a smile. If you don't pay attention, it's probably difficult to discover the vigilance hidden behind his smile.

This man was a white-haired old man, wearing a gray Taoist robe. He looked inconspicuous. Sometimes when he looked at people, he would squint his eyes and chat with people in the air with a smile. For example, now, he waved to Wu Yan from a distance of more than ten feet away, and made a strange gesture with a smile.

Wu Yan smiled knowingly and thought to himself, it turns out that the eldest brother is here too, that's great. I'll find a chance to ask him at night what's going on with this pagoda ****, why are there so many foundation-building cultivators here.

After entering the courtyard, everyone knew the rules here after the introduction of Xiuning Pagoda. They all registered at the gate of the courtyard, and the little monk who was waiting beside them led each cultivator to the selected courtyard room.

Xiuning had sent the little monk to check everyone's names in advance. At this time, the names of the cultivators were already at the entrance of the courtyard. Now they only needed to register what type of room they needed and confirm it with a signature mark.

Wu Yan randomly selected a cave dwelling where Taoists lived, and a disciple in charge of registration filled in the words "Dongtian Residence 103" on a wooden sign. Wu Yan took the wooden sign and, under the guidance of a young monk, walked to the last row of the courtyard, in front of a flying pavilion protruding from the cliff.

Entering it, the room was fully equipped with all kinds of daily necessities, and even ordinary items used by Taoists for meditation, fasting, and praying for blessings. It was really well thought out.

Wu Yan walked to the table, picked up a thin scroll on it, and flipped through it casually. On the scroll, the rules and regulations of the Buddha's Hand Courtyard were written. There were a total of twelve rules that needed to be remembered and followed. Once violated, the lightest rule was to be expelled from the Buddha Palace and never set foot on this mountain again, and the worst was to be abolished and thrown out of the courtyard.

After flipping through it briefly, Wu Yan lost interest in reading it again.

After releasing his spiritual consciousness and checking it out a little, Wu Yan's face changed and his brows knitted together. Unexpectedly, there is a forbidden magic array in this courtyard. The spirit consciousness can't leave the room.

This move of the Buddha Palace is obviously to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to seek revenge and cause trouble here, so there is such an arrangement. But the spirit consciousness is forbidden, and it will be troublesome to find the Lu brothers.

Wu Yan was thinking deeply, and the little monk outside chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Senior, it's time to eat. I wonder if you want to eat in your room or go to the dining room of the courtyard to choose your own food?"

Wu Yan heard this and his heart moved. He opened the door and said to the little monk standing at the door: "Well, what's the fun of eating alone? I always like lively places. I'll trouble the little Zen master to take me to the dining room."

"Yes, please, senior!" The little monk led Wu Yan through the corridor of the courtyard. After a few moments, they came to a very special place in the building.

"Senior, this is the dining room of the other courtyard. Please see, this room is built according to the terrain. Below is an outlet for the eruption of underground fire. Now it is built into a natural stove by the temple. On that stove On top of it, there is a special magic weapon, the Nine-Xuan Qi Qi Pot, made by Master Dazhi of the temple. This pot can steam meals for a thousand people, and the taste is exquisite, and the food served is magical. "The little novice pointed out. With a eloquent introduction to Wu Yan about a huge domed house like a dome, he walked into the house. The magic weapon called the "Nine Mysterious Qi Rejuvenation Pot" by the little novice monk was placed on the ground in the center of the house. above the fire.

The diameter of the Jiuxuan Qi Qi pot is more than five feet, and it is black in color. Among the nine pores, thick water vapor is constantly dissipating outwards, and waves of strange fragrance are coming out from the pores, making people greedy. The insects are out.

On all sides of the cauldron, there were many stone tables and chairs placed in rows. At this moment, there were many people sitting densely in this huge dining room. It seemed that they all came here to see these nine things. Xuanhui Qi Pot magic weapon. However, looking at the expressions on those people's faces, they seemed to be intoxicated by the aroma of the food.

Wu Yan found a stone table at a higher place at the back and sat down. Although this place is a little far away from the magic weapon of the Nine Mysterious Qi Rejuvenation Pot, you can roughly see the people in the entire dining room clearly.

In the dining room, mostly acquaintances were sitting together in small groups, talking in low voices, and waiting quietly for the Jiu Xuan Hui Qi pot to start cooking.

"Haha, little brother, how boring is it to eat alone? I wonder if you would mind sharing a meal with an old Taoist and eating at the same table?" Because his spiritual sense cannot detect the reality here, Wu Yan can only rely on his super physical instinct to observe the surroundings. At this time, a familiar burst of laughter came from the crowd. Wu Yan turned his head with a slight expression on his face, and saw his senior brother standing in front of him despite his disguise.

"Of course I don't mind. I'm all alone and feeling lonely, but I didn't expect that the Taoist priest is actually a funny person. Please sit down!" Wu Yan winked at his senior brother Feng Hanxiao and invited him to sit down opposite him.

"Big..." Wu Yan stretched forward slightly, lowered his voice and was about to call him, but Feng Hanxiao stretched out his hand to pat Wu Yan, and said with a smile: "Little brother, in this Buddha's Hand Villa, you don't care about wine. The old Taoist carries it himself. I finished the two gourds of wine a few days ago. I wonder if my little brother brought any wine. How about I borrow some to satisfy my craving?"

Feng Hanxiao pulled a large vermilion wine gourd from her waist and slapped it in front of Wu Yan. Wu Yan's expression changed, and he saw the elder brother turning the wine gourd slightly in front of his eyes, and a line of small writing appeared on the wine gourd. "There is something strange about the magic circle here. Let's meet at the back of the mountain and talk about it later in the evening."

"Ha, I didn't expect to meet a fellow Taoist here. I brought a lot of wine, so I might as well share some with the Taoist priest." Wu Yan took out a similar wine gourd from the green cow bag and asked his senior brother The wine gourd tipped over and he took the opportunity to erase the writing on the wine gourd.

Feng Hanxiao laughed loudly and said: "Very good, very good, little brother is very fond of the old Taoist. The old Taoist laughs like crazy, I wonder what I call my little brother?"

"Your Majesty, Mo Yan, you are so polite." Wu Yan cupped his hands and said. The two of them were back and forth, but Wu Yan was more engaged, as if it was the first time he met this Taoist.

During this moment of conversation, with his super sense, Wu Yan noticed that there were at least four people hidden in the dining room paying attention to him and his senior brother. This is just the surveillance that he can check and feel. It is unknown how many people are paying attention to the invisible surveillance of the magic circle.

"Jiu Xuan has regained his energy, and a pot of fresh food from all over the world! Let's start the pot!" A deep voice sounded in the dining room, and a big, bald and round-headed pagoda suddenly appeared in front of everyone without any warning. The powerful spiritual pressure made everyone unable to breathe.

"There are actually masters of the late Jindan period lurking here. Fortunately, I wasn't reckless just now!" Wu Yan looked at the big and round pagoda in shock and secretly rejoiced.

Spiritual pressure naturally emanates from this person, but it is not because the Great Pagoda intends to show off its magical power, but because the Nine Mysterious Qi Returning Pot is this person's magic weapon. He wants to control this magic weapon, open the pot and deliver food. Naturally, you have to use your magic power to do something.

"Brother Mo, this wise senior has an admirable demeanor. Haha, with such a level of cultivation, he is willing to cook and serve here all the year round. No wonder his cultivation is getting more and more sophisticated. Such self-sacrifice for others is not in line with Buddhism. The state of mind of the practice?" Perhaps because he was worried that Wu Yan didn't know the origin of this person, Feng Hanxiao pointed to the fat pagoda respectfully and said to Wu Yan as if he was introducing it.