Chapter 213 Three Treasures of Jinshan

“I not only know about your father, I also know… the story of Tianwu Baolun.” The old monk motioned Jiang Han to sit down, and he also sat down. Sitting on a chair next to him, he was calm and relaxed, neither happy nor sad.

“Tianwu Baolun?” Jiang Han narrowed his eyes.

The old monk dipped his finger in a drop of tea, and then flicked towards a rolled up picture scroll in the distance. The opening of the picture scroll was opened, and then it hung down with a “crash”.

What surprised Jiang Han was that there was a big Buddha on this picture scroll, but behind the big Buddha was a Buddha wheel, and the shape of this Buddha wheel turned out to be Tianwu Baolun!

In addition, the Buddha spread out his hands, holding a Zen stick in his left hand and a string of beads in his right hand. He looked solemn and concentrated with his eyes closed.

“This…”

“The Tianwu Baolun was once one of the three most treasured treasures of Jinshan Temple. A long time ago, an eminent monk of Jinshan Temple brought Tianwu Baolun He left and disassembled the Tianwu Treasure Wheel into the Sun Golden Wheel and the Moon Golden Wheel, which spread throughout the world. Afterwards, the ancestors of your Jiang family spent a lot of time getting it together, but no one was able to restore it into the Heavenly Wheel. Wubaolun.” said the old monk.

Jiang Han has also heard this story, but his father did not say that the Tianwu Baolun was passed down from Buddhism.

And Buddhism has nothing to do with the world, and rarely intervenes in Jianghu affairs, so there is no conflict with the Mozong.

Jiang Han said: “Does the master want to take back the Tianwu treasure wheel?”

“No, Buddhism pays attention to being born according to the situation, and being safe with the situation. Since the Tianwu treasure wheel has fallen If it is in the hands of the benefactor, it means that the benefactor has a fate with Tianwu Baolun, and the old man will not do things that destroy people’s chances, Amitabha.” Master Wugen clasped his hands together and said a Buddha’s name.

Jiang Han squinted his eyes: “So you have a way to combine the two into one?”

“No thoughts, no desires, no desires, as long as the benefactor empties his heart Perseverance, keep an ethereal heart, Tianwu Baolun comes uninvited, but it is difficult to let go of obsessions, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, and it also depends on the fate of the donor, the opportunity of the donor.” The rootless monk said, “The old monk gave the donor a piece of pure heart. If the benefactor has complicated thoughts in the future, he can use this mantra to cure the distracting thoughts in his heart.”

Jiang Han agreed, and at this time the rootless monk also recited scriptures.

Jiang Han tried to remember it with his heart, and the amazing thing is that just by remembering, his mind unexpectedly calmed down.

After a stick of incense, Jiang Han clasped his hands together: “Thank you Master, I have one more thing I want to ask Master.”

“It’s okay to be a benefactor.” Master Wugen Said.

Jiang Han said: “The assassin of the Great Compassionate Heaven.”

As soon as the words came out, Master Wugen frowned, and he immediately said: “This is a Buddhist gate, why is the benefactor Assassin? Buddhism respects living beings, stays away from death, stays away from obsession.”

“The Lotus Sutra says: Great kindness and great compassion, always tireless, always seeking good deeds, looks like Jinshan Temple and Great Compassionate Heaven There is no connection, but there is no connection, which is the biggest connection.” Jiang Han expressed his thoughts without hesitation.

Master Wugen was very surprised, and gave him an appreciative look: “Your Highness is well said, but there are some secrets that His Highness has to discover by himself.”

Jiang Han put his hands together Putting palms together, thanking Master Wugen, and after exchanging a few more pleasantries, he left.

Looking at the back of Jiang Han’s three masters and servants leaving, Master Wugen said “Good job” at the gate of the Daxiong Palace.

A monk with a bare chin came next to him, it was Wuyu, he said: “Senior Brother, Your Highness came here this time, did you talk about anything?”

“I’m afraid …You can’t hide it from His Highness for too long, His Highness’s intelligence is far beyond the old monk’s imagination.” Wu Gen said.

But when going down the mountain, Hongluan hopped like a little sparrow, she said: “My lord, have you been instructed?”

“Yes, But I didn’t get it either.” Jiang Han said.

Hongluan looked puzzled: “Isn’t it the same as saying nothing?”

“You can guess what His Highness is thinking.” Qingluan sneered abruptly.

Hong Luan was flushed with anger and was about to quarrel, but found that a few monks in the distance were evasive and did not dare to look directly at the two girls.

So Hong Luan intentionally acted like she was being teased, and stagnated her body, provoking the monks to say “guilty”, and she left contentedly.

At night, Jiang Han lights up the lamp in his room and reads at night.

What I read was not the Four Books and Five Classics, but the letters and treasure maps left by Chen Xuanji.

He searched for a while, and immediately found some treasure maps of Tianquan City.

Soon, Jiang Han quickly locked one of them, and it was the general direction of the former silver medal catcher who told him about the relic of the previous dynasty.

Along the way, Jiang Han also found a lot of people from the rivers and lakes, because when he came, he went to a famous teahouse in the capital to listen to books. Among them, there may be lost fairy artifacts.

I don’t need to talk about the power of the fairy artifact.

Whether it is the power of the Vientiane Star or the Purple Light Sword, they are far more powerful than ordinary treasures, and they are extremely rare.

No matter what kind of fairy weapon it is, it can only be produced under the right time, place and people.

And it is said that some fairy artifacts can only be made with the painstaking efforts of the creators.

That is to say, after the foundry made it, he belched himself.

It sounds absurd, but it is indeed recorded in the history of literature.

“Your Highness.” At this time, a soft call came from outside, and Jiang Han put away the treasure map: “Come in.”

The person who came opened the door and was It was Hongluan, and Hongluan said, “Your Highness, this is the Tianquan City Jianghu Daily that you have wanted for nearly a year.”

After all, the traffic in this world is still flawed, so the Jianghu Daily is also divided into regions. Yes, for example, the Jianghu Daily in Tianquan City is different from the ordinary Jianghu Daily, most of them are from the Jianghu Daily around Tianquan City.

If something really big happens, the Jianghu Daily of the whole world will put it on the front page.

The reason why Jiang Han wanted this month’s Tianquan City newspaper was because he wanted to find some clues in it.

Although Jiang Han is not short of money, the more money, the better.

If the Devil Sect is rebuilt in the future, the more money there is, the better the new Devil Sect will be.

Jiang Han said: “Put it here.”

But seeing Hong Luan resting her chin, eating and watching beside the desk, her winking eyes were like silk, Gogou looked at Jiang Han incredulously.

“Is there anything else?” Jiang Han asked.

Hongluan’s pretty face turned red, and she quietly said: “Your Highness might as well go to bed early today, the slave family and Xiaoqing are already fond of it, so come and serve His Highness to bed together.”

The corner of Jiang Han’s mouth twitched, and through the gap in the window, he saw Qingluan in the yard outside, she was coming in with a plate of pastries.

(End of this chapter)