I collect spirits in the human world

Thousands of red maples sway in the courtyard of Jinchan Temple.

Cool breeze.

Under the guidance of one of the monks, Lin Shuang came to the main hall, Jing'an Hall.

An old monk with white eyebrows stood in the hall.

"Abbot, this is Lin Shuang from Yuquan Peak of Qinglai Mountain that I have notified."

The old abbot nodded, and the young monk withdrew.

The two were silent for a while.

Lin Shuang was thinking about how to speak, the old abbot said:

"Young man, please walk around the temple with me."

The old abbot walked in front, and Lin Shuang followed.

"Young man, look, there is a red forest in front of you, where hundreds of red maple trees live." The old abbot pointed to the fiery red forest in front of him.

"This Hong Feng, do you know what the young man can see?"

Lin Shuang frowned slightly: "The maple trees here seem to be too red."

The abbot laughed out loud.

"The young man has good eyesight, and he can see the specialness of Fenglin at a glance."

The abbot continued: "The maple trees in Jinchan Temple are not the maple trees in Zhongzhou, and in fact, they are not the maple trees in the human world."

Lin Shuang nodded thoughtfully.The abbot said:

"Thousands of years of the Great War of the Six Realms, what is left behind? Everyone has their own opinions, but what the monks in the Golden Chan Temple think of most is the red maple tree.

Red maple has become a part of Jinchan Temple. We monks, without the bondage of family members, are really lonely to the Buddha all our lives, so we never allow the red maple in the temple to spread out.

We are very selfish, and the same is true when dealing with exercises. "

Lin Shuang heard the abbot's voice-over.

He smiled slightly: "Abbot, since Jinchan Temple saw that I used the powerful vajra body of Jinchan Temple's unique technique, I think it will be difficult for me to leave this place if I don't answer directly."

The abbot: "Amitabha Buddha~ Goodness."

Lin Shuang closed her eyes.

Sanjie, who was far away in Qinglai Mountain among the Shiwanda Mountains, was sitting in the collection hall drinking tea when he suddenly disappeared into the collection hall.

On an unknown hill, a wisp of black smoke flows through the cracks in the soil.

After a long time, the smoke came to Yishan Village and penetrated into a room.

Sanjie reappeared, and suddenly appeared in front of the abbot out of thin air.

Even the abbot, who is over seventy years old and experienced countless experiences, is a little confused to see the Three Precepts for a while.

Three precepts: "My Buddha is merciful, Lin Shuang, why are you willing to call me out in front of someone else this time?"

Lin Shuang smiled slightly: "Sooner or later there will be such a day, and I don't want to hide it anymore."

Three precepts: "My Buddha is merciful, goodness."

Suddenly, San Jie looked up suddenly as if struck by lightning.

"This...this is?"

"That's right, this is the Golden Temple." Lin Shuang said with a smile.

Sanjie stood blankly in the courtyard, surrounded by fiery red maple forests, with fiery maple leaves.

The maple leaves rolled by the wind fell on San Jie.

San Jie regained his senses and picked up the fallen leaves.

Three precepts: "My Buddha is merciful, I didn't expect to come here again."

The abbot on the side asked: "This is?"

Lin Shuang: "He is my weapon spirit. He used to be a monk in Jinchan Temple, and he is also a Dalai Lama. My Dali Vajra is helping me."

Lin Shuang omitted the Vigorous Vajra Body, which he had already inherited the Three Precepts, so as not to cause unnecessary troubles and problems, which he couldn't explain easily.

The abbot nodded: "My Buddha is merciful, that's why."

The abbot looked up at San Jie: "No wonder it looks so familiar. I remembered that this Master San Jie should have a portrait in Jinchan Temple, right?"

San Jie nodded: "There is a pair."

The abbot hurriedly saluted: "It's so, the little monk has offended me."

Lin Shuang looked at the abbot, whose eyebrows had already turned white, calling him a monk in front of San Jie, and felt a sense of joy.

Although Sanjie is hundreds of years old, his face is only in his 20s.

At this time, even Sanjie didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly helped the abbot up.

"Abbot doesn't have to be like this. I'm just a Vigorous King Kong in front of me, so I'm not qualified to be like this."

For two full hours, San Jie and the abbot talked about everything from Jinchan Temple to Wanzu Mountain, from spiritual grass to the forbidden area, like old friends.

But Lin Shuang couldn't sit still, so she found a simple reason and went out.

Touring in the temple, Lin Shuang soon discovered that there were many tourists and pilgrims along the way, and this was just the front yard of the Golden Chan Temple.

And Houyan must be an important place for some agencies.

Lin Shuang simply walked around in the outer courtyard.

That night, the abbot prepared a grand fast meal in the outer courtyard.

Many eminent monks who have achieved Taoism in the temple have come forward to welcome this Sanjie who was the Great King Kong of Jinchan Temple hundreds of years ago, and Lin Shuang, an immortal friend who is also righteous.

At the dinner, although it was said that the two were welcome, Lin Shuang Hanshi really felt the difference, so she sighed and ate by herself.

As for the position of San Jie, many eminent monks used to serve tea sets close to San Jie.

Lin Shuang didn't take it seriously at first, but gradually noticed something strange.

"Here, it seems too enthusiastic? I always feel that the joy is too great." Lin Shuang thought to herself.

It was a long time after the vegetarian meal that the people dispersed.

Lin Shuang and Sanjie were assigned to two adjacent first-class rooms.

Declining the monk's invitation, the two walked back to the guest room after eating their fast.

"Sanjie, do you feel that they are too enthusiastic?"

"My Buddha is merciful. That's true." Sanjie said, "Although I have been sleeping in the ring for hundreds of years, I feel a little strange with such enthusiasm."

Lin Shuang: "This is Jinchan Temple, the number one temple in Buddhism. I'm afraid there is something that needs our help? Or, it's just you."

Sanjie: "I also have this guess."

The two came to the guest room and entered their respective rooms to rest.

The sky shone slightly.

Lin Shuang was awakened by a knocking sound.

Pushing open the door, there are hundreds of little monks downstairs, holding wooden fishes in their hands, beating and chanting scriptures, circling around the front yard.

There are quite a few people watching.

Lin Shuang sighed, and pushed open the door of Sanjie's room.

"Three precepts."

The room was empty.

"Three precepts?"

Lin Shuang wanted to call out Sanjie, but on second thought, forget it. This is Sanjie's former residence, and it's normal to walk around in the temple in remembrance.

At this time, the sun had risen high, and the young monks downstairs also collected the wooden fish and scattered.

Lin Shuang opened the door and went back to the room, continuing to catch up on sleep.

At noon, Sanjie found Lin Shuang who had just woken up and was looking for the cafeteria in the temple with a serious face.

"Lin Shuang, I have some bad news."

Lin Shuang: "Let me tell you the good news first."

San Jie looked troubled: "I have no good news."

Lin Shuang rolled her eyes: "Then tell me your news."

Sanjie clasped his hands together: "Lin Shuang, do you remember that I told you about the Six Realms?"

Lin Shuang thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes. I remember."

Sanjie said: "After many inquiries, I found out that the door to the six realms seems to be loose."

Lin Shuang; "..."

Three Precepts: "Someone should have destroyed the seal, and the gate of the Six Realms is about to open."