Chapter 204 Stealing Treasures at White Horse Temple
Luoyang City, Baima Temple, is the first ancient temple in the Dajin Dynasty.≮⊥∧v╬
The temple was built more than a thousand years ago, and it had already stood on this Great Six as early as the seventh generation of Xia Sheng.
After that, no matter how many dynasty changes were born under this sky, no matter how many war smoke had been ignited on this land, it was always there.
Never died, never collapsed.
Therefore, some people call it the world's number one temple.
Unfortunately, after the rise of the Dajin Dynasty, the status of White Horse Temple was gradually weakened. Although it still has a daily incense, it has declined greatly compared to its heyday.
Now it has gradually become one of the famous attractions in Luoyang City.
Even a building like Lin Feng Tower that lasts only a hundred years can be compared with it.
But even so, putting aside its religious influence, the existence of White Horse Temple is still worthy of respect for worldly practitioners.
Because all the abbots of White Horse Temple were all unfathomable monks, at least they were powerful people!
Among them, the Holy Monk of Haifa when the Dajin Dynasty was founded is most well-known to the world.
Because he was the last saint in the five hundred years of history of the Dajin Dynasty.
He passed away 183 years ago.
Since then, there have been only two holy ranks left in the world, Yunyin Emperor Yang Tianxiao and Sword Saint Pei Xu.
Of course, there is a third place now.
Qin Xiaohua.
Although Xia Sheng did not know what the contemporary abbot of White Horse Temple was, he must have been unable to fight against him. Therefore, when Xia Sheng came here, he could only rely on wisdom to obtain the treasure he had placed here.
Before coming to the gate of White Horse Temple, I looked up and saw the red door lintel embedded with the bluestone inscription of "White Horse Temple", and a heavy meaning of time came to my face.
There is a stone-carved white horse on each side, which is about the size of a real horse, about five feet high and six and a half feet long. Net.╊╬ like a weight-bearing bow, looking quite gentle and docile.
Xia Sheng took a deep breath and then stepped into the temple gate.
Today's White Horse Temple is as deserted as usual, and there are not many good men and women coming and going. Xia Sheng went all the way, not entering the temple or worshiping Buddha, but came straight to a building located on the east side of the temple.
This pavilion is located on a base more than one meter high. It is a double-eaved hip-mounted mountain. It faces north and south, with five rooms wide and four rooms deep. It has red painted columns, lintels, and covered with gray tiles.
This is the famous magic weapon pavilion of White Horse Temple.
It is said that there are various magical instruments and spiritual treasures hidden inside, and one of the two treasures in the White Horse Temple, the Eighteen Arhat statues.
Ordinary people are determined to be difficult to get into.
Now Xia Sheng did not act rashly after coming to the treasure pavilion. Instead, he pretended to be an ordinary pilgrim and observed secretly outside the pavilion. He quietly penetrated the five consciousnesses into it.
The last time Xia Sheng came, he was quite hurried and worried about Ling Sheng's faults, so he took the pill and left. As for the two little novice monks who were in charge of guarding the Medicine King Hall, I'm afraid he didn't even see Xia Sheng's shadow.
But this time it is different. After all, in the Magic Weapon Pavilion, Abbot Xinkong personally guarded it. It is not so easy to take away the magic weapon left by his previous life under the other party's nose.
Xia Sheng stayed outside the Magic Treasure Pavilion for about half an hour before he took another step and headed to the west of White Horse Temple.
In a place that is completely symmetrical to the Magic Pavilion, there is also a loft with the appearance of the Magic Pavilion. If you are a person who has just entered the temple, you may be confused with the Magic Pavilion.
In fact, this tower should have a higher status in White Horse Temple.
Because this is the Sutra Library of White Horse Temple.
Among them is another treasure of the temple-storied treasure of White Horse Temple, "The Tripitaka".
There are countless ancient scriptures, and ancient books are collected in them. Their collections are the greatest in the entire Dajin Dynasty.
And now Xia Sheng wants to use this.
He quietly hid in a shadow outside the Sutra Pavilion, released Dijiang in the spiritual orifice, then patted the three pairs of small wings on the other party's back, and smiled and said, "Old friend. It's up to you next, but be careful and try not to ruin the sutras inside, just make some noise."
Di Jiang shook his head and waving his tail for a while, then rubbed against Xia Sheng's trouser legs. Then, with lightning speed, he directly hit the door of the Sutra Pavilion.
"Bang!"
The wooden door shattered in response to the sound, and the dust scattered everywhere. The formation in the pavilion was touched immediately, but it could not stop Di Jiang. In just a blink of an eye, the little guy rushed in.
Xia Sheng looked at this scene and couldn't help but hold his forehead and sighed: "This guy is really the one who is not afraid of God and the earth..."
However, while Xia Sheng smiled bitterly, as he expected, as he saw the garrison power of the Sutra Pavilion weakened, a ray of glow immediately rose from the Western Methods Treasure Pavilion and rushed towards the Sutra Pavilion.
Seeing this, Xia Sheng knew that his opportunity had come. He quietly left outside the Sutra Pavilion, returned to the gate of the Magic Pavilion, and jumped, like a light flying swallow, landing accurately on the eaves of the Magic Pavilion.
During the previous investigation, Xia Sheng had already learned that in addition to Abbot Xinkong, there was also a mage with a strength of about the king level guarding the magic weapon pavilion.
Such a weak garrison force must be because of the fact that there was abbot Xinkong personally guarding him here, and I'm afraid no one would have thought that someone would really dare to attack the east and west with the power of the east and the west, and at the same time, they would have entered the Magic Treasure Pavilion and the Sutra Library.
After all, no matter what, White Horse Temple is just a Buddhist temple.
So at the next moment, a towering tree suddenly soared into the sky under the bluestone tiles in the pavilion, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was about to break the entire magic weapon pavilion!
The mage guarding the cabinet was immediately alarmed by Qiongsang, and suddenly held the vajra in his hand and faced the shadow of the tree in the sky.
At the same time, Xia Sheng gently walked around the back of the Magic Pavilion and sneaked in from outside the wooden window on the second floor.
If he remembered correctly, the thing would be hidden in the dark lattice behind the Buddha's tile in front of him.
Time is tight, and Xia Sheng didn't have time to delay in the pavilion, so he immediately headed towards the Buddha's tile not far away. He just didn't know if the treasure would be preserved here intact after five hundred years?
The next moment, the answer will be revealed.
Xia Sheng gently turned the Buddha's niche half to the left, and then a burst of sounds came and a dark box quietly appeared in front of Xia Sheng.
As soon as Xia Sheng took out the box, his face changed drastically because the weight of the wooden box became lighter.
When he opened it, it was indeed empty inside.
And this is not the worst, because at the same time, a ringtone like a sound of nature suddenly echoed from the Magic Pavilion.
"Dingling..."
It was also accompanied by the sigh of Abbot Xinkong.
"The donor is here this time, but for this purple bamboo bell?"
Chapter completed!