Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 466 The Changes at Jinshan Temple
After making all the arrangements, Xu Xuan went to Dantu feeling quite pleased with himself.

We returned to Jinshan Temple.

When we arrived at the dock, we were surprised to see passenger boats that went directly to the island in the middle of the river, and there were quite a few pilgrims on board.

"Scholar, are you also going to Jinshan Temple to offer incense?"

"Yes, I hope to get a good ranking in next year's autumn examination," Abbot Fahai said with a smile, then found a corner to sit down.

Passersby got excited and wanted to give the scholar a lesson.

"Then you've come to the right place! Let me tell you, don't be fooled by Jinshan Temple's remote location; the master there is truly extraordinary. He's from my hometown."

Once the conversation started, the pilgrims on the boat began to spread information like a troll army.

Several pilgrims who were just sightseeing were confused by what he was saying, as if they were about to go to some famous Buddhist holy site in a famous mountain or river.

The abbot himself was somewhat taken aback as he listened, wondering if he had actually paid someone to do this.

Could this be one of Master Guangliang's business tactics?
Some people even had a rebellious attitude, saying that a true master wouldn't be here.

"Master Guangliang was once the abbot of Lingyin Temple!"

"To be able to become the abbot of Jinshan Temple, you have to tell me the story behind it all... tsk tsk tsk."

Why are you smacking your lips?

"This shows that Jinshan Temple is extraordinary, and the abbot of Jinshan Temple is even more extraordinary."

His thumb was practically poking the abbot's face.

The abbot smiled.

The Father will bless you.

Then they continued to gather intelligence.

Only then did I learn that Guangliang was renovating temples while preaching, thus establishing a solid stronghold in Dantu County.

Of course, this is also related to the destruction of the Ge family and the sharp decline of the Taoist sect's influence.

But talent is talent; some monks are just born to do this.

After disembarking and looking up, the desolate scene of yesteryear was no longer visible.

While it may not be said that pavilions and towers are raining down, the overall atmosphere is certainly impressive.

At least the mountain gate stands tall, and the three large characters "Jinshan Temple" shine brightly.

Is that the main hall in the back?
Could the building under construction on the right be the Patriarch Hall or the Ksitigarbha Hall?
"I never imagined that the business would be so successful in just a few months."

"We've found the right abbot."

Upon entering the main hall, I couldn't find any familiar figures amidst the sparse incense smoke, except for a few young novices who looked somewhat familiar.

Just as I was about to ask a monk on duty.

"Amitabha, Abbot, you've finally arrived."

A plaintive voice came from behind. Turning around, I saw Master Guangliang, who was thin but fair-skinned and plump.

You even changed your skin?
"This was caused by the Blood Demon shattering the Arhat's golden body, which he had cultivated for a hundred years, resulting in the leakage of his physical essence."

This is a sad topic, so let's skip it.

The remaining question is how Jinshan Temple developed into what it is today.

The two went to the backyard, which was a section of ruins that was not yet open to the public, and had a serious conversation. Guangliang even took out the account book to explain, showing his dedication.

After listening, Abbot Fahai realized that it was mostly thanks to the help of his fellow Zen practitioners.

That was something he hadn't planned well.

They thought that with the support of the government and a large amount of money, they could build the temple.

But they forgot that many things can only be obtained through connections and a solid foundation.

For example, Buddha statues, incense, the Eight Treasures, and all sorts of other things.

The ideas of someone who has never properly managed a temple are bound to have many flaws.

Fortunately, Guangliang is no ordinary person. He relied on himself throughout the entire process and even sought help from his own family's influence.

After learning of the dire situation at Lingyin Temple, various Zen Buddhist temples extended a helping hand and provided considerable resources and assistance.

Although Jinshan Temple is affiliated with the Pure Land School, all Buddhist sects are one family, and the Chan School naturally opens its doors wide, so it will not be stingy with its offerings.

They cobbled together a set of standard equipment for a Buddhist temple, which they could set up inside the building and start operating.

No wonder Zen Buddhism later became the foremost school of Buddhism.

They are good at fighting, resilient, have a large and powerful force, and are willing to make many friends.

Being the leader is something that everyone admires.

"master."

"Abbot, you may address me as Guangliang." "That's inappropriate. It was agreed that it was only a temporary arrangement for a few years."

"Rules still need to be in place."

"Alright, Guangliang. Show me Jinshan Temple properly now."

"Yes, Abbot."

The two then walked around the island in the middle of the river, and it was clear that the monks in the temple were quite satisfied with their life there.

Abbot Fahai was relieved.

Once Lingyin Temple is rebuilt, there may be more than just one temple left here; there may also be several monks remaining.

"Huh, when did Qingyou conceive his holy fetus?"

When this guy was fighting the Blood Demon, he was just a nobody who was busy refining his Qi and Blood Essence. How long has it been?
In Ksitigarbha's Dharma Eye, it was still terrifyingly ordinary, with only a faint Buddha light.

Sensing Xu Xuan's gaze, the monk returned a simple and honest smile.

"Young Master Xu, it's been a long time."

He still remembers this great benefactor. The fisherman, whose family was broken and who wanted to die, became the Master Qingyou he is today entirely because of the other party's kindness.

Young Master Xu then said, "I am your abbot, and you should address me by my title in the temple from now on."

"Yes, Abbot Xu."

"Hmm~~ Do a good job, and I can give you more responsibilities in the future."

Qingyou didn't know how to answer, so he just watched the abbot and the temple supervisor leave.

"The Holy Embryo was conceived just a few days ago."

After they were a distance away, Guangliang spoke frankly, without hiding anything.

The true meaning of this young novice monk's Arhat Fist is boundless, and his understanding of Buddhism is increasing day by day, as if he is gradually regaining his innate wisdom.

More importantly, after entering the holy womb in a single day and being bathed in Buddha's light, one immediately returns to the ordinary life.

If he can no longer see anything extraordinary about Qingyou, then he can return these eyes to Buddha.

If it is truly the reincarnation of the Buddha, then it is fine to tell others.

The Buddhist community is not afraid of tribulations, and Abbot Fahai is no outsider either.

Nighttime, along the Yangtze River.

The abbot, who had a radiant, Buddha-like face during the day, was now preparing a banquet with a smile on his face.

First, tables, chairs, and benches were set up, then fruits, vegetables, and several stir-fries that I had replicated using techniques from later generations were arranged. The aroma wafted up from the riverbank.

Next is burning incense.

They invited the deity without even taking out incense.

"Monk, if you continue like this, I will tear you to pieces."

Zen Master Fahai smiled somewhat embarrassedly, explaining that he was just worried the food would get cold.

"Ahem, I've prepared some wine and drinks. Please, Dragon Lord, have a drink."

After saying that, he poured drinks for both himself and the other person.

"Are monks allowed to drink alcohol in a monastery?"

"They were told not to go near this place, but they didn't know that."

The operation of the permission dog is so simple and unpretentious. I'm already the abbot, so can't I even shake things up a bit?
Incidentally, he also gave Qingyou a chicken leg, but the monk refused to eat it.

Xiaoqing then revealed everything about her situation, without hiding anything, including her own demands.

"I know, and there are ways. But why should I help you?"

The Dragon King asked a good question; He has almost no desires or wants in the human world.

He was just saying this for fun.

Most people would scratch their heads at this question; it's something that most people, except those from provinces with large civil service exams, would struggle to answer.

But Xu Xuan was an honest person, and he chose to sacrifice himself for his friend.

"I can be your high priest!"

"Let the name of the Dragon King of the Yangtze River spread to every corner of the Three Realms!"

They even considered swearing an oath to the heavens.

The Dragon King was furious! What an ingratitude! He immediately said that there was no need for such treatment!

"It just so happens that I have a small favor to ask you to do."

　I was under review for half a day, which left me feeling exhausted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)