Chapter 44: The Buddhist Monk Jiang Lin was thinking in his heart. Currently all clues point to Hangzhou Prefecture. Whether it was the merchant caught by Jiang Lin or the merchants caught by Luo Sanchi later. All routes converge in Hangzhou Prefecture. “Since it is a demonstration, it is fearless.” A sneer appeared on Jiang Lin's lips. They are fearless, so they don't even bother to hide. Although they are released for you to catch, they don't hide their destination at all. Even if I tell you that it is in Hangzhou Prefecture, what can you do? Jiang Lin seemed to see the mastermind talking to himself. "Then let me see if I can find it out for you."
Jiang Lin straightened his clothes. The young Taoist priest, wearing a black and white Taoist robe and a lotus crown on his head, left his Taoist temple. Under the watchful eyes of Lord Lingguan and Lord Dijun, he walked towards the direction of Hangzhou Prefecture. In fact, Jiang Lin is not qualified to wear the lotus crown. The three crowns of Taoism, the lotus crown, fishtail crown and hibiscus crown, are collectively called the Three Pure Crowns and can only be worn by those who have achieved great spiritual heights. But on the one hand, Jiang Lin now holds a fifth-rank celestial official position in the Arctic Exorcism Institute. It can be said that if he ascends to heaven now, as long as he shows the talisman on his wrist, he will immediately become a fifth-rank celestial official in the Arctic Exorcism Institute. Secondly, although Ziwei Temple is small, it is a formal Taoist temple after all, and Jiang Lin is the abbot of this temple. Thirdly... this lotus crown is actually the relic of Master Jiang Lin... "Oh, I'm poor." Jiang Lin sighed. Taoist crowns are also very expensive. Since you are barely qualified to wear one, don't waste extra money on it. Anyway, the emperor didn't say anything when I wore this lotus crown. A lot of money has been spent on sculpting the stone statue of Wang Lingguan. Next, we have to repair the entire Taoist temple and the most important statue of the Emperor. Since the Lingguan Lord is made of stone, then the Emperor must also be painted with a layer of gold. There is also the renovation of the Taoist temple, and in many places, even the large beams need to be replaced. Jiang Lin is a very lazy person. He wants to get things done in one go and try to get some high-quality wood. But all of this wood has one thing in common. expensive! Jiang Lin calculated his savings and found that it was still tight. But fortunately, I no longer have to struggle to make ends meet.
It is still possible to have meat for three meals a day. "Gululu..." As he was talking, Jiang Lin felt a little hungry. Although he had made some achievements in his practice, if he wanted to practice fasting, he would still have to practice for a while, at least until he had cultivated into a Yang God, his spiritual platform was strong enough, and his soul was solid enough to absorb spiritual energy naturally from the heaven and earth. “There’s still a long way to go.” Jiang Lin sighed. In fact, what Jiang Lin didn’t know was that other lineages generally didn’t have to start fasting so late. But the Pakdi method is different, the mage has to walk in the human world and is destined to experience the world. The more "popularity" a mage has, the better it will be for his practice. Therefore, the state that Beidi method can achieve in fasting is relatively late. "Let's go eat some buns." Jiang Lin muttered, spread out his sleeves, and like a roc, he followed the official road straight to Hangzhou Prefecture. We were talking about having breakfast, but when we arrived in Hangzhou, it was almost noon. Now, I can only solve the problem of breakfast and dinner together. Jiang Lin touched his stomach covertly and found a small stall nearby. "Boss, two bowls of flatbread and five meat buns." Jiang Lin was very generous and ordered something that he would never dare to order in the past. "Come on!" The boss moves very quickly. Running a street stall is all about efficiency. This stall is run by a couple. They just set up a shed in front of their house and put tables and chairs. Soon, Jiang Lin’s food came up. The girl who served Jiang Lin the food was about fifteen or sixteen. She wasn't very pretty, but very lively and smart. There were quite a few people here, busy as always. Jiang Lin glanced at them and ignored them, lowering his head and enjoying his meal. While eating, I suddenly heard the chanting of Buddha. "Amitabha." A young monk with a shaved head and who had not yet received the vows came over in a somewhat reserved manner, holding an alms bowl in his hand. "The donor is polite. I am a novice monk from Lingyin Temple. My Buddhist name is Hengxin. I would like to ask for a donation." The young monk held the bowl and bowed to the stall owner nervously.
"Hey, little chef, please take a seat first. The vegetarian buns will be out in a while." The stall owner did not refuse. After all, Lingyin Temple was located in Hangzhou Prefecture, and the people here were relatively welcoming to the master who came to beg for alms. "No no no." Hengxin shook his head a little nervously and said sheepishly: "Little monk, may I ask for... three grains of rice?" Hearing this, the stall owner was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, nodded and said, "Young Master, wait a moment." After saying that, he hurriedly walked into his house. Jiang Lin looked at the little monk with interest. His pair of linen shoes were almost worn out, he had dark circles under his eyes, and his ankles were covered in dust. It is obvious that the little monk is very tired recently. After reading it, Jiang Lin looked at the bowl in the little monk's hand and smiled slightly. It turns out that it is a hundred-family rice, but... In the end, I didn't stick to it and became lazy and impatient for quick success. Jiang Lin took a look and watched the little monk leave with the bowl in his hand. Without paying much attention, he quickly finished the food on the table, paid the bill and left. Jiang Lin walked along the main road into Hangzhou Prefecture. Unexpectedly, on the road, he met the little monk again. However, this time, behind the little monk, there was a dirty old monk wearing patchwork clothes. Jiang Lin smiled as soon as he saw it, glanced at the dejected little monk, and walked forward to him. "I was wondering who had this young master practice with the Baijiami method. It turned out to be a Zen master." That old monk was naturally Dao Ji. Dao Ji was not surprised to see Jiang Lin. He just smiled helplessly and said, "This kid is disappointing. He embarrassed himself in front of the Taoist priest." Listening to Dao Ji's signature lazy and humorous voice, Jiang Lin said with a smile: "At such an age, it is already rare to have the patience and perseverance to transform ninety-eight blessings. The Zen master is too demanding." Dao Ji's face turned bitter when he heard this, and he muttered, "Young Taoist priest, you are only fifteen or sixteen years old." Jiang Lin didn't say anything, just smiled. As they were talking, Jiang Lin had already followed Dao Ji back the way they came. He walked back to the small stall. The little monk lowered his head and did not say a word. He just worked hard at the stall. "This, Master, you can't do that! What are you doing?" The stall owner was a little confused when he saw this and wanted to stop it, but Dao Ji stopped him with a smile.
"Don't worry about him, he is just here to work for your family." Dao Ji smiled and said, "He should have exchanged one grain of rice from your family, but he exchanged three grains of rice for your family just to take it easy. He will have to work for your family for thirty days." "You are... Master Jigong!" The stall owner recognized Dao Ji and bowed to him in haste. He then said, "Master, this is impossible. You are a monk and should focus on your cultivation. How can you do such rough work as ours?" "Hey, don't refuse, benefactor." Dao Ji waved his hand and said, "You must know that a grain of rice donated by you is more valuable than Mount Sumeru." "Just trouble the donor and give him food according to the amount of work he does. One portion of work equals one portion of food. Other than that, don't worry about him." "It's easy to talk about." The stall owner nodded happily. Dao Ji said goodbye with a smile, but before leaving, he quietly put two pieces of silver at the bottom of the bowl. This stall has no shortage of manpower, and the little monk working here actually makes the stall redundant. If they don't receive a subsidy, they will definitely make a loss in the next month. Jiang Lin followed Dao Ji and left. Before leaving, he saw the young monk and the girl from the stall owner's family gathered together. They seemed to be busy with their own things, but they were young boys and girls of the same age and had started chatting. Jiang Lin seemed to realize something, smiled slightly, and followed Dao Ji. "The Zen master had already predicted that this little monk would fail when he came to this family to beg for alms, right?" (End of this chapter)