Chapter 234: Come to the Master to Discuss Buddhism

It was not until late at night that Lu Wenyu and Zhao Jue came out of the room.

The two were silent, one sat back in his original position and continued to drink tea, while the other turned around and walked out the door.

In fact, Lu Wenyu didn't say anything in the room, but just asked a question that was not a question: Zhao Jue thought the Bu Tian Bao Jing was true?

Zhao Jue also gave an answer that was not an answer: I can't say for sure.

Seeing Zhao Jue sit down, Zhuque hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help being curious.

Asked, "Hey! Lao Jiu, what did Lord Lu say to you?"

"Nothing, just a few words about family matters." Zhao Jue made up a reason casually.

Because he felt that, to tell the truth, it was hard to say whether Zhuque believed it or not, anyway, he himself didn't believe it very much.

But the problem was that Lu Wenyu really only asked this question. Of course, there was also the mysterious smile at the end.

But Zhao Jue couldn't smile at Zhuque again, right?

Just make up nonsense, a white lie!

"Well... it's normal." Zhuque didn't quite believe it, but after thinking about it, it made some sense. It is normal for the boss to comfort his subordinates when they are assassinated.

What is normal? Zhao couldn't help complaining, but he didn't explain. Let's drink tea.

She can think whatever she wants.

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Kuchan Temple is located on the top of a lonely mountain. There are not many beautiful scenery around it. There is only a single pine tree outside the temple.

Although there is a pine wave when the wind blows, it always feels monotonous after watching it for a long time. People can't help but wonder why Kuchan Temple, one of the famous temples, loves pine trees alone?

Is there an unknown story?

In fact, it is just because it is on the top of the mountain, exposed to the wind and sun, and the soil is not fertile. Only trees like pine trees that can withstand bitter cold can survive.

Because of the loneliness on the mountain, the disciples in the temple often joked: Kuchan, Kuchan, if it is not bitter, how to practice Zen?

Although it is a joke, it also has a certain philosophy.

On the mountain road at the foot of the mountain, due to the narrow and rugged road conditions, the carriage moves very slowly.

Qinglong, who was driving the carriage, held the reins tightly with both hands, not daring to be careless. Even so, the carriage was still shaking, leaning to the right and left.

Lu Wenyu in the carriage did not feel much discomfort, and read leisurely. The sunlight shone through the small window on the pages of the book, which was also shaking.

After reading for a while, the flashing light was too annoying, so he simply stopped reading.

Put down the book and open the curtain. Lu Wenyu patted Qinglong on the shoulder and asked him to stop.

When the carriage stopped, Lu Wenyu got out of the carriage as soon as possible and ordered: "You wait for me here, I'll walk up alone."

"This Kuchan Temple has money to build a golden body, but no money to smooth the mountain road. Really, the Buddha has to go up the mountain and be upside down, how can he get the Tao like this?"

Of course, this is a joke. If the Buddha came in person, then why worry about not getting the Tao?

He would have ascended to paradise with the temple long ago.

"Okay." Qinglong pulled the reins and found a place to tie the horse, while he leaned against the carriage and took a nap.

Lu Wenyu walked out for a distance, but still could not see anyone. He was not in a hurry, and walked up the mountain road step by step with the intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery.

He stopped from time to time to quietly appreciate the scenery in the distance. The lonely mountain and old forest, for someone like him who has lived in red walls and green tiles for a long time, has a fresh and strange taste.

"What a good place! It's just a pity that the road is far away and few people go..."

He walked with his hands behind his back, and stopped from time to time to sigh. Anyway, there is a lot of time, so there is no need to rush. Kuchan Temple has always been there and will not run away. It doesn't matter if you go early or late.

Don't worry.

He walked slowly like this, and he didn't know how long he had been walking, and suddenly heard a voice from the forest on the left.

"Donor, are you going to the temple to burn incense, or did you accidentally enter this mountain for an outing?"

Lu Wenyu was happy, and finally met someone. Turning around, he saw a young monk carrying firewood, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

There were a few patches on his plain clothes, and his face looked a little tired, but he performed the Buddhist rituals in a proper manner.

"I heard from my friends that the scenery of Kuchan Temple is pleasant, and the monks in the temple have profound Buddhist knowledge. I just happened to pass by, so I couldn't help but come up to take a look." Lu Wenyu replied with a smile.

The young monk held the firewood on his back with one hand and led the way with the other, and said with a smile: "Please follow me, my benefactor. I am not talented, but I just happen to be practicing Buddhism in Kuchan Temple, so I can take you up on the way."

"Okay." Lu Wenyu did not refuse, and followed the young monk with his hands behind his back.

The two walked up along the rugged mountain road. I don't know if it was because the mountain road was difficult to walk or the firewood was too heavy. After walking for a while, the young monk was sweating from exhaustion, and was about to fall when Lu Wenyu grabbed the firewood.

The young monk was grateful and said, "Thank you! Have you practiced martial arts?"

"I have nothing to do in my spare time, so I practiced some boxing and kicking to keep fit. How about I help you carry the firewood? Let's continue walking?"

The scenery was almost appreciated, and Lu Wenyu didn't want to waste time.

"Very good!"

The two continued to walk up the mountain. With Lu Wenyu's help, the young monk walked very easily and his speed was much faster.

When the sun set, they finally arrived at the temple gate.

The young monk knocked on the door first, then turned around and saluted, saying, "Donor, wait a moment. Strangers entering the temple need to report to the temple. I will go in first, and then come out to pick you up after reporting. How about that?"

Lu Wenyu waved his hand and said, "You can go in first. I'm just walking around. I won't get in the way."

"Okay."

After that, the door opened. After the young monk said "brother", he walked in with the firewood on his back.

Lu Wenyu looked up at the plaque on the temple gate and smiled.

He lightly stepped on the ground and flew to a high tower in the backyard of the temple.

He landed on the top of the tower silently and looked around to find no one. He was not in a hurry and quietly admired the scenery in the temple.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that two people came, entered the tower, and walked out quickly.

Lu Wenyu did not land on the ground until the two people walked away. He pushed open the door of the high tower and walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Who are you? How dare you enter the Sutra Pavilion of my temple without permission!"

"Get out quickly, how can you trespass in the Sutra Pavilion?"

He had just taken a few steps when two stern voices came from the left and right.

But Lu Wenyu seemed not to hear it, and walked in leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"Stop!" The two voices said in unison.

As the voices fell, two people rushed out of the darkness. Both of them held iron rods. Seeing that Lu Wenyu had no intention of stopping, they looked at each other and took the lead, pointing two iron rods at Lu Wenyu's face at the same time.

"Hehe."

The two iron rods stopped one foot in front of him, and they couldn't move them at all.

The two were shocked and hurriedly pulled their rods back, changing their moves from point to chop.

But before the two iron rods fell, Lu Wenyu had disappeared, and when he appeared, his palms were already on the chests of the two.

As the true energy circulated, the two flew back, and the iron rods fell to the ground without resistance.

"I came all the way to your temple to discuss Buddhism with you."

"Your master is really arrogant, and even devout people don't want to see you..."