Chapter 360 Buddha Statue Buddha Statue

Murong Ji took a quick glance and saw that there were quite a lot of people, including dignitaries, noble families, common people, etc. They could be seen.

There was a huge crowd of people, and there were quite a lot of them.

Murong Ji followed the crowd up the mountain, neither hurried nor slow, just walking up step by step.

Mount Xumi is a famous mountain in the world with steep terrain. In some dangerous places, there are several monks standing to prevent people from falling accidentally.

There were some familiar faces among the monks. When they saw Murong Ji, they wanted to come forward. Murong Ji waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to come over, so they followed Murong Ji.

"Master, you are a Taoist priest, why are you here to meditate and worship Buddha?"

Murong Ji turned his head and saw a young man from an aristocratic family. After looking him up and down, he knew that he was from a family of cultivators.

"Why? Tianyin Temple has a clear rule that Taoist priests are not allowed to go up the mountain?"

The man smiled awkwardly and said, "No, I'm just curious and asking. I don't mean to offend you."

The man looked at him carefully and felt that Murong Ji was not an ordinary person. After thinking for a while, he stepped forward again, bowed and said, "Master, please be merciful. I am Su Shi, from Luzhou."

Murong Ji's heart trembled. The name "Su Shi" appeared in his ears again, which made him excited, even though it was a homophonic name.

He suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, but still felt a little bitter. He looked this man up and down. Among the disciples of the noble families in Luzhou, only the one sitting in the Dihu Mingjian Tower was there.

"Coincidentally, I have an elder named Su Shi, who is indeed bold and unrestrained."

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and continued climbing.

Unexpectedly, Su Shi was following closely behind him. Murong Ji turned around to look at him, but he was sweating profusely and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Seeing him turn around and look at her, she bowed again and said, "Excuse me, are you a disciple of Qingyun Sect?"

Murong Ji lowered his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice: "What if it's not? What if it is?"

Su Shi panted and said, "Whether it is true or not, the Taoist priest is not an ordinary person. I want to build a friendship with the Taoist priest."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, ignored it, turned around and continued walking towards the mountain. When he reached some places, he looked like everyone else. The scenery was so picturesque that it was really not much worse than that of Qingyun Sect.

Just one look at it can bring peace to your heart.

At this time, Su Shi followed again, sweating all over, his clothes were almost soaked, and sweat dripped down his cheeks, "Taoist... Taoist..."

Su Shi sat down next to Murong Ji, breathing heavily, but unable to utter a word.

Murong Ji smiled and said, "The mountain of Tianyin Temple is not low at all."

Su Shi did not hear the implication of Murong Ji's words. Although he was a cultivator, he could not withstand such intense exercise.

When he had a breath, he said, "Master... if I have children in the future... huhu... can I take you as my master?"

Murong Ji sneered, "Be my disciple? Do you know that I have never had a good impression of aristocratic families?"

"Ah?" Su Shi was shocked. To be able to say such words, one must be confident. A person's appearance and background can be faked.

But a person's aura and cultivation cannot be faked.

Although Mingjian Tower is not one of the top-notch families among the noble families, they have masters of the Shangqing realm in charge. It is a truly famous and upright sect, so naturally their status is also transcendent.

"Senior, you don't like the family? I'll ask them to change it!"

Murong Ji looked down and ignored him, then turned around and quickly went up the mountain.

When we arrived at the mountain gate of Tianyin Temple, there was a person standing on the left, his name was Dharmadhatu.

He was dressed in a gray monk's robe and stood there quietly, like a young monk who had just entered the sect.

Murong Ji saw Faxiang, walked up to him, and bowed to him, "Brother Faxiang, long time no see."

"Amitabha, long time no see, Junior Brother Murong."

"Please inform Senior Brother Faxiang that I would like to see Senior Uncle Puhong."

The Dharma Image put his hands together and bowed his head slightly, "Junior Brother Murong, Master has been waiting for a long time."

Murong Ji was startled for a moment, then he reacted and realized that when he went up the mountain, a disciple from Tianyin Temple had already reported going up the mountain.

"Brother Fashang, I am sorry for being rude."

The Dharma Image sighed softly, "Brother Murong, there is no need to be polite. Walking up the mountain is the greatest respect for Tianyin Temple. Please follow me to see the master."

Murong Ji extended his hand and gestured, "Brother Faxiang, please."

Fashang led the way in front, and Murong Ji followed behind. The two of them went up the mountain again, one in front and one behind.

Only then did Murong Ji realize that they were not at the top of Mount Sumeru, but rather at the mountainside.

Along the way, the two chatted from time to time.

"Junior Brother Murong, I went to Qingyun Mountain a few months ago to attend Senior Brother Xiao's succession ceremony, but I didn't see you."

Murong Ji replied casually: "I made a mistake and was punished to be in seclusion. I am still being punished now, and I will continue to be punished when I return."

The Dharma Image smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha, Junior Brother Murong, knowing your mistakes and being able to correct them is a great virtue."

Murong Ji always felt that the monk was making fun of him. The fight between him and Daoxuan was quite noisy, so he didn't believe that Tianyin Temple didn't receive any news. Without getting entangled, Murong Ji asked, "Brother Faxiang, do you think there are really gods in this world?"

Fashang looked back at the foot of the mountain. There was an endless field, an extremely vast area, and a huge town. He could see it all from here.

Further away, there are endless farmlands and villages.

"In the Buddhist view, there are gods everywhere in this world. It doesn't matter where the gods are. The most important thing is that they are in people's hearts."

Murong Ji nodded. Everyone in the world is just like himself. He is one of the living beings. He knows clearly what virtues he has. Good and evil are just a thought away.

Moral pressure is a form of mental torture, and sometimes it is more useful than the law.

"Brother Faxiang, you misunderstood what I meant. I was talking about the ancient gods, those things that are revered as gods by all living things, but in reality no one knows what they are."

Fashang was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Junior Brother Murong, have you met them?"

"I guess so, but I'm not sure yet."

The two stopped chatting. As they were both cultivators, their climbing speed was not slow. They reached the destination in half an hour.

Walk through the corridor of the main hall and head towards the back mountain.

This was the first time that Murong Ji came to Tianyin Temple. Looking at the large area of ​​buildings on the front mountain, he was truly shocked by how magnificent and majestic they were.

It fully demonstrates the grandeur of the sect.

"This is Tianyin Temple!"

The Dharma Image stood behind him and slowly said, "Three hundred years ago, Tianyin Temple was a small Buddhist temple with about a hundred people, and the rest were all lay disciples."

Murong Ji's mouth twitched. Tens of thousands of lay disciples... who are you trying to fool? This is not a lie. If you only count the core disciples and elders, Qingyun Sect only has a little over 200 people.

"Later, Master Puzhi opened up a mountain road, and believers from the mountain came to seek peace of mind. Over time, the incense money accumulated more and more, and it would be a bit of a waste if it was left unused."

"So we built Buddhist temples, expanded their scale, opened up fertile fields at the foot of the mountain, donated to the poor, helped the common people, and adopted orphans."

"Over the past hundred years, it has grown bigger and bigger."

Murong Ji nodded. It was indeed a great merit. People who practiced cultivation were not obsessed with money, and it was even dispensable for them. If they did not need it when they went down the mountain, it would be just scrap metal to them.

The universal currency of the cultivation world is resources, cultivation resources. A few acres of land are enough to feed the mouth, but cultivation resources have always been in short supply, such as magic weapons, elixirs, etc.

Nowadays, the development of Tianyin Temple is very good. At least tens of thousands of orphans have a way to survive.

This is just what can be seen on the surface. Most of the monks in Tianyin Temple are orphans. Those who cannot practice cultivation can be found quietly in the villages thousands of miles around Mount Xumi.

"Brother Faxiang, with such a huge power of faith, aren't you afraid of raising some evil demons?"

The Dharma Image put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, we have placed prohibitions on every Buddha statue, wall, hall, and mountain peak."

Murong Ji was a little surprised. Shouldn't your reaction be to raise a so-called 'true Buddha'?

"Buddha statues are Buddha statues, and Buddha is Buddha. They have always been two different things."

A smile suddenly appeared on Murong Ji's face, and he felt relieved. This Tianyin Temple was really good.

He pointed to the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain and asked, "Brother Faxiang, what are they worshipping? Isn't it just a piece of stone?"

The Dharma Image put his hands together and said, "They are worshipping the Buddha in their hearts."

“Hahaha!” Murong Ji’s laughter spread throughout the mountains. “I really need to walk around a bit. Otherwise, I’ll seem particularly ignorant.”

No matter what he said or did, he had seen it clearly along the way. Since entering the territory of Tianyin Temple, many families, who had no blood relationship, lived in harmony.

Strictly speaking, I can be considered a disciple of the black-hearted old man, and I am still using the blood refining method. I can see the blood relationship between these people with just a glance.

The journey along the way was really soothing.

The Dharma image led Murong Ji to the small Tianyin Temple in the back mountain.

The area is not large, just a temple with meditation rooms on both sides. At a glance, it can accommodate about a hundred people.

Outside the meditation room, Fashang stepped forward and knocked gently on the door, "Master, this is your disciple Fashang. Junior Brother Murong is here to visit you today."

"come in."

Fashang pushed open the door and stood beside it, inviting Murong Ji to enter the meditation room.

As soon as I entered the room, there was a table and a bed. Pu Hong was sitting quietly on the bed, as if he had just come back to his senses from meditation.

Pu Hong had a kind face, and when he came to his side, he seemed to calm down a little, "Now that you are here, please sit down."

Murong you bowed and said, "I am sorry to bother you, disciple."

At this time, Faxiang brought over a round stool and placed it next to Murong Ji, "Thank you, Brother Faxiang."

He looked at Fashang standing beside Puhong, poured them tea, and then stood quietly aside.

"Master Murong, I have been looking forward to your coming for a long time."

(End of this chapter)