Pan Long quietly left the unknown courtyard, feeling quite funny.

I arrived in Guangling City for less than a whole day. I actually had an apprentice and a wife. My apprentice is quite talented and my wife is very beautiful.

"It seems that this place is very destined to be with me, and it is a Feng Shui treasure land." He muttered and couldn't help laughing.

The woman wanted to arrange Xiao Cui for him, but he had no objection to this.

Judging from the words of these people, Xiao Cui's style is not a bad person. As for spies, etc.... what Pan Long needs to keep secret is nothing more than Shanhai Jing. Since he already knows Xiao Cui's identity, he can naturally prepare in advance. How could she discover the secret of Shanhai Jing by her? Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

...Of course, the most important reason is that this woman is too beautiful, so high that as long as she is a normal man, it is difficult to cruelly reject her.

"Forget it, what are I thinking! I'm looking for a spy next to me if I have nothing to do? I'm sick!"

Pan Long thought about it for a while, finally shook his head and smiled.

The messy thoughts were gone, and his smart IQ naturally occupied the high ground again. He began to think about the woman who actually wanted to use him.

Although he had long estimated that many people would definitely want to use themselves, but seeing it with his own eyes makes it very different.

Just...use yourself to prevent disasters?

The way to prevent disasters is to give a charming beauty to yourself as your wife?

...He was a little confused about this idea.

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that he should take the initiative to stand up, talk to the woman, and learn about the other party’s thoughts.

Just relying on some of the words I just heard, there is still too little information.

So he canceled the sneaking and walked casually for a while. Sure enough, he followed a few more people who were obviously spies behind him.

Then, Pan Long jumped, jumped to a spy, and grabbed him.

"Why do you keep following me?" he asked knowingly, "Guangling City is so big and there are so many people, why do you have to stare at me?"

The spy looked panicked, and he forced a smile out, explaining: "This is all about you, Daxia Pan, you have great powers, and people dare not ignore it."

Pan Long frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the answer.

But he didn't pursue anything anymore, but said, "Since I've caught it, even if you are unlucky, please accompany me to visit Guangling City."

"ah?"

"You don't want to? Then I'll catch someone else."

"...No, no, no! The villain is very willing! Very willing!" The spy quickly came to his senses and nodded repeatedly.

He is not a fool, and if he refuses, he will be killed and injured by a slap. He can't forgive himself if he misses the opportunity.

Wealth and honor are in danger, and we can be related to this master who may be the strongest in the young generation of Daxia. It is too late for others to envy it!

Pan Long smiled: "Since that's the case, let's take me around Guangling City... Well, I'm more interested in academics. Guangling City should have a college and academy, right?"

"Of course, there is. Our Guangling Academy has a long history and can be traced back to the Warring States Period. It is a famous monument in the world."

"So, what about Taoist temples and Buddhist temples?"

"There are not many Taoist temples in Guangling, and there are not many particularly famous Buddhist temples. Among them, Baoxiang Temple, Daming Temple, Tianning Temple and Tianen Temple are the most famous. Tianen Temple is the imperial court and a high ceremony is held every year. The other three Buddhist temples have a history of hundreds or even thousands of years, which is very long."

"Forget it, let's introduce me to the other three Buddhist temples."

"Baoxiang Temple is the Lotus Sect, and the abbot of the Abbot Tianen has great supernatural powers. He once saw countless lotus flowers appearing in the Tongtian River. Believers climbed up the lotus flowers to listen to the lectures, which is a wonder. Daming Temple is the Zen Buddhism, the Zen Master Mingde, the Zen Master **, and the Zen Master Mingfa, are all great monks and masters. Tianning Temple is the Vinaya School, which is strict in the martial arts and does not usually receive guests. But if they just go and take a look, they will not refuse, and they will not accept indulge in oil and gifts."

Pan Long nodded slightly: "It's not a good idea to bother the students of the academy at this time. Then take me to visit these three Zen temples one by one."

The spy nodded repeatedly and led the way. Soon, the two arrived at Baoxiang Temple located in the west of Guangling City.

This Buddhist temple is quite large in scale. From the mountain gate, the bright yellow glazed tiles stretch out for two or three miles. You can smell the smell of sandalwood in the sky from a distance. In the large incense burner outside the mountain gate, the blue smoke rises more than two feet high. You can also see a steady stream of good men and women who either go to worship or just return to worship.

The two walked among the crowd of worshiping people. After crossing the mountain gate, they saw blue smoke filled the huge square, dozens of wide copper tripods filled with burning incense. In the smoke, countless sparks were extinguished. Accompanied by the sound of monks chanting scriptures in the hall not far away, people couldn't help but feel a solemn feeling.

The spy also lowered his voice and said, "At this time, the monks should be doing morning classes. If you want to pay attention to him, don't go in the main hall for the time being. You can first look at the side halls and gardens on both sides."

Pan Long did not refuse and followed him all the way.

There are many partial halls in Baoxiang Temple, each offering different Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. As for the main hall, the worship of Amitabha, the "Pure Land Master" believed in by the Lotus Sect - the one who took the blame for Pan Long's head and took the blame.

Pan Long followed the spy all the way, and whenever he arrived at a side hall, the spy would explain it to him.

This person is worthy of being an intelligence worker, and he is very knowledgeable. There are dozens of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, and he is well aware of them. Each of them can explain the origins and the outlines and even introduce some stories about these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

"It's a pity that you are a spy. It's not bad to be a tour guide in a Buddhist temple." Pan Long couldn't help but say.

"You are joking, hero, where does the Buddhist temple need a tour guide? Good men and women, I am much more familiar with the stories of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas than I do."

While talking, the two walked into the "Jingliuli Hall" and happened to see the woman with sharp eyes sitting on the cushion, facing an old monk with a plump face and a white beard that almost drooped to the abdomen. A little novice monk and several of her followers were guarding next to her, without saying a word.

"Donor, the destruction of killing is not about supernatural powers, but about compassion. The old monk teaches everything you want to learn. But if you want to use supernatural powers to suppress the killing... I forgive the old monk for saying frankly that this is to stoop the soup and stop the boiling, and you can't count on it."

The woman sighed and said, "Master Tianxiong, I understand what you said. But I really can't do it if I ask me to let go of my wealth and wealth and devote myself to practicing Buddhism. I really can't do it every day."

"Oh! The old monk advised him that no one is perfect, just like there is no perfect thing in heaven and earth. You are born with killing nature, which is both a demonic obstacle and an opportunity. If you are unwilling to practice Buddhism and resolve the killing nature with compassion, it is better to look for a magician in Qimen to create a magic weapon and place the killing nature in it."

“This will solve the problem?”

"...it's just a temporary solution." The old monk sighed, "The biggest advantage of this method is that if the killing is so strong that it is difficult to suppress, it can destroy the magic weapon to severely damage the killing. Although it will also hurt yourself, it is at least better than being killed and controlled in reverse."

"So is there any harm in this method?"

"Of course there are also. First of all, it is difficult to make this magic weapon, so it is needless to say. Secondly, since this magic weapon entrusts your killing nature, it is closely related to you. It's okay if the time is short, but it is connected to your breath over time. When you destroy it, you will be very injured by the donor yourself - killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of yourself is helpless."

"Then...what if I create a magic weapon, entrust my killing power, and then destroy it quickly?" the woman quickly thought of a solution and asked enthusiastically.

The old monk sighed deeply: "Mencius does not talk about extravagance and waste."

The woman smiled: "Thank you, Master, for your advice!"

The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

After listening to their conversation, Pan Long Yuanyuan asked the spy beside him: "Who are these two?"

"That master is Zen Master Tianxiong. Although he rarely preaches, he is also a high monk. This person... is the successor of the martial arts family "think twice and move."

Pan Long smiled, and he finally knew what the woman behind the scenes was.

The Daxia Dynasty had many famous families with a long history, and Yangzhou was no exception. The "think twice" martial arts family is one of them.

When Pan Long was traveling around the world, he heard from the tourists from the world more than once. They started their business in business, but later a generation of heads said that "the businessmen's financial come and go, but in the end they were just passing by." So they changed their course and engaged in manufacturing.

Today, they are the most famous furniture merchants and paper merchants in Yangzhou. The Wu family’s Guangling bamboo paper is very famous in various places and is often bought even in the north.

As for the origin of the name "Thinking and Action" by the Wu family, it is said that the first head of the family studied with a wise man, but he failed to achieve success. When he said goodbye to the wise man and went to business, the wise man gave him this sentence, advising him not to be impatient when encountering things in the future, and to think repeatedly before making a decision.

Later, his business gradually grew bigger and spread out, so he used this sentence as his family's motto.

Nowadays, this motto is engraved on many goods sold by the Wu family, which has become the trademark of the Wu family.

Pan Long and the spy were chatting. The woman had already saluted Zen Master Tianxiong, stood up from the cushion, turned around with the company of his followers, and prepared to go out.

As a result, she turned around and saw Pan Long who was looking at the side hall near the door, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"What a coincidence..." She muttered to herself in a very low voice, then frowned, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

"I have met Pan Daxia in the Wujixing in Xia Guangling." She introduced herself in a masculine way, "Did the hero come here to visit the Buddhist temple, do you also want to learn Buddhism?"

"Pan Long in the north... I have been very grateful to the Wu family for a long time." Pan Long said politely and then replied, "I am not planning to learn Buddhism. I just met a man holding a magic knife before. The man was very cruel and vicious. Although I killed him at that time, afterwards, I always felt that maybe I should find some means to restrain such people."

"So that's it. The hero is indeed here in the right place. This Zen Master Tianxiong is highly knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Perhaps he can solve the doubts for the hero." Wu Jixing gave a similarly masculine bow and took his followers away from the side hall.

Pan Long was slightly surprised. He originally planned to "delive it to the door" himself. Wu Jixing should have arranged for the beauty named Xiao Cui to talk to him, but unexpectedly, her choice was to come over and speak in person... This was naturally much more respectful than letting the entourage talk, but it was obviously not much the same as her previous plan.

But he did not chase him out and asked, but walked to the Zen Master Tianxiong.

Before he could speak, Zen Master Tianxiong opened his eyes first and shook his head: "The donor has great merits and you can't solve the problem that you can't solve, and the old monk can't solve it."

Pan Long smiled and said, "You are not the first person to say that I have merit, but I never understand. I am just an ordinary person, so why do I have merit?"

"The old monk doesn't understand, maybe it was brought by his previous life." Zen Master Tianxiong said, "There is a mystery and indescribable thing, even the venerables cannot fully understand it. But the old monk thinks that it is not very meaningful to ask "how it came from". What is important is not the past, but the present and the future. What you should consider is how to make good use of this merit."

"Please teach me by the master." Pan Long bowed and sat on the futon.

The old monk smiled slightly, took out a thin volume of Buddhist scriptures out of thin air and handed them to him.

"This is the "Retribution Sutra", which explains the principle of causal cycle. The donor may read it in his spare time, which may be of some help."

Pan Long took the Buddhist scriptures and opened them to see that they were telling various things of cause and effect. They were nothing more than planting melons and getting melons, and they did not have very profound Buddhist principles.

If it is said to be special, it is because the words on the Buddhist scriptures are not printed, but handwritten. I don’t know if it was written by this master or copied by the monks in the temple.

He wanted to ask again, but Zen Master Tianxiong closed his eyes again, looking like he was meditating and entering into meditation.

Pan Long sighed, bowed, stood up and left.

He really didn't understand how helpful such a Buddhist scripture could be to the goal of making good use of merit?

Could it be that if you encounter those evil and vicious people in the future, you can take out Buddhist scriptures and read a paragraph and tell a story that evil will be rewarded, which will make the enemy repent and turn it back to the right?

Then the author of this Buddhist scripture is afraid that it is not a bald man, so he calls him Yuri, holding up the red flag all day long, and even blowing up the Statue of Liberty or something...

He shook his head, put away the Buddhist scriptures, and walked out of the side hall accompanied by the tour guide and spy, but saw Wu Jixing and his party not leaving and were waiting in the yard.

Seeing himself coming out, Wu Jixing smiled slightly and walked over with his followers again.
Chapter completed!