Chapter 17 The Sutra of Long Jing Meditation

Walk out of the yard!

Lin Ye went out and found that there were many people coming and going in and out of Qingfeng Temple next door.

Do you know that there is a war soon, so please forgive me?

Lin Ye was curious and walked towards Qingfeng Temple. When the little Taoist priest Dawu hurried out from the door of the Taoist temple.

"Dahu, your Taoist temple business...oh no, the incense is so good."

Lin Ye stopped Dawu. Seeing that it was Lin Ye, Dawu stopped and explained: "The thief is about to attack. Many people outside the city have flocked into the city and have nowhere to live. The master is these homeless people living in the Taoist temple."

"Let the people outside the city live in Taoist temples?" Lin Ye was a little surprised. Just the old Taoist priest's virtue of greed for money and fearing trouble, could he have such an enlightenment?

Didn’t it be said that the rules of Qingfengguan do not allow pilgrims to stay overnight?

"The master said that these people have come to the Taoist temple to donate incense money, but now they are asking for a visit, and the Taoist temple cannot refuse." Dawu explained.

Lin Ye was speechless. These pilgrims had donated money, but have they never donated it? This is a different way of treating it.

"There are so many people in the Taoist temple, why are you going out if you don't stay in the Taoist temple? Your master can come here alone?"

"The Taoist temple has no rice, the master asked me to go to the rice shop to buy some rice."

Dawu left hurriedly, Lin Ye thought for a while and walked into Qingfeng Temple.

Compared to the last time I came here, Qingfeng Temple is very lively now, with noisy sounds everywhere. Lin Ye watched many people holding packages gather together in groups of three or three, spreading straw mats on the spot, looking confused.

Since ancient times, war has caused the greatest harm to ordinary people.

The people suffer.

Death, the people suffer.

Soon, Lin Ye saw Taoist Master Ding Xuan.

Taoist Master Ding Xuan was directing several men to build wooden sheds, while some women were busy in the kitchen.

The old Taoist also saw Lin Ye, but ignored it. Lin Ye didn't go up and make things boring. The old Taoist had too much prejudice against him.

Seeing a man hurriedly passing by, Lin Ye grabbed him and chatted for a few words before he knew why these people had to enter the city.

Most of these people were tenants outside the city, renting farmland for the landlords and men. As the rebels were about to come, the landlords and men harvested all the food they could harvest in the fields before they escaped. They had not yet grown up and burned them directly with a fire.

The tenant had no food, so he could only bring his family to the city to see if he could earn some food for his boss to work. But now there are too many people in the city, and the landlords and men have all escaped, and no one wants to hire people at all.

Many people brought food for a few days when they entered the city. Now the food is seriously insufficient. As for the money they brought, at the current price of rice, they cannot buy a liter of rice.

After Lin Ye asked, Dawu was back there, holding a rice bag in his hand, but judging from the size of the rice bag, this little rice is probably not enough for a meal for Taoist people.

"Dawu, why did you buy this little rice?" Taoist Master Ding Xuan asked in a deep voice as he looked at the rice bag in his disciple's hand.

"Master, the price of rice has risen again now, and it has risen to one or five taels."

One liter five taels!

Lin Ye was also shocked when he heard this. On weekdays, a liter of rice is only 30 copper, which is a few hundred times higher. It is too exaggerated.

Taoist Master Ding Xuan also looked embarrassed. This time, there were more than 30 refugees pouring into the Taoist temple, so how could this little rice be enough?

"Ahem, Taoist priest, I remember there is a scalper in the Taoist temple. If you can't kill me, you can eat meat." Lin Ye smiled and said, he still remembered the scalper who used his horns to hit him.

Taoist Master Ding Xuan looked at Lin Ye and said, "The scalper was entrusted by Old Man Li to the Taoist Temple and cannot be slaughtered."

"Then there is nothing I can do. I want to help, but the Taoist priest seems to have an objection to me, so hey, I can only give up."

Lin Ye pretended to sigh, Taoist Master Ding Xuan's expression changed. Dawu, who was standing aside, secretly glanced at Lin Ye, accepted Lin Ye's hinting, and said, "Master, our Taoist temple is in urgent need of food now. If Mr. Lin can get food, it would be a good thing."

"What a good thing, this kid is like a human spirit. Can you suffer a loss? How can you not pay the price after taking his things?" Master Ding Sheng muttered, and Dawu continued to persuade: "But Master, you have also said that you should use money to eliminate disasters for others and pay the price!"

Taoist Master Ding Xuan was stunned, pondered for a moment, looked at Lin Ye, and said, "Young Master Lin, come with me."

Lin Ye gave Dawu a thumbs up, and then walked into the Sanqing Hall behind the old Taoist, which was also the quietest place in the entire Qingfeng Temple. Taoist Master Dingxuan had instructed the refugees not to make noise in the hall, so the refugees came to the Taoist temple and worshiped them and left.

Master Dingxuan walked behind the statue and took a scripture and said, "This book of "Changjing Meditation Sutra" can nourish the soul, and you will get one hundred liters of rice."

"make a deal."

Lin Ye agreed without hesitation that one hundred liters of rice is expensive in another world, but he can purchase it from the real world, and it doesn't cost much.

"I will preach to you."

...

For an hour, Lin Ye was satisfied and walked out of the Sanqing Hall with emotion.

No wonder people say that the truth is not rude.

Without Master Ding Xuan’s explanation, he even taught him to breathe and meditate step by step. He couldn’t even understand this sutra even if he put it in front of him, let alone practice.

Lin Ye returned to his house and Taoist Master Ding Xuan gave him three days. Although he could take out 100 liters of rice immediately, in order to hide the existence of the system, he decided to send the rice in three days.

After explaining a few words from Xu Bo and Aunt Ge, Lin Ye once again let himself in another world enter a hang-up state, practicing the "Changjing Meditation Sutra" in the morning and evening, practicing boxing during the day, and setting the time for three days.

...

...

In the real world, Lin Ye brought two porcelain bottles back to his room.

This is a real antique, which was left by the original owner of the house he bought.

The porcelain bottle is easy to break, so the original owner ran away in a hurry and left it behind.

He wants to change his house to a big house.

I have never lived in a big house in another world. Lin Ye doesn’t think there is anything wrong with this apartment, but after living in an ancient house with heaven and earth, I feel disliked no matter how I look at this apartment.

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, and the old Taoist is not wrong.

“Look at how much is my video income?”

Lin Ye picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the short video. When he saw the video tens of millions of views, he felt no fluctuations in his heart.

This was as expected by him.

The product commission income in the backend was 250,000 yuan, plus the video reward of 100,000 yuan, and the revenue from the previous first video, totaling 450,000 yuan.

Two videos earning 450,000 yuan is considered a huge profit, but it is still far from buying a house. Even a better house can't afford to pay for a down payment.

I still have to sell porcelain bottles.

But it's almost evening now, and the antique city is closed. If you want to sell porcelain bottles, you have to do it tomorrow.

"I have nothing to do, so let's try practicing."

Lin Ye breathed according to the breathing of the "Changjing Meditation Sutra", but the effect was only about one-tenth of that of another world.

The old Taoist said that the speed of cultivation of breathing and breathing is not only determined by one's own meditation state, but also related to the rich and thin spiritual energy around it. It seems that the spiritual energy in the real world is too thin.

Is the Dharma-Ending Age in the Novel?

Such a thin spiritual energy is not of great significance to practice.

Although it is OK to practice martial arts, Lin Ye did not do it.

Because I turned on the hang-up, I was already practicing martial arts in another world. I have continued to practice martial arts now, which is equivalent to repeating myself.

According to the information given by the hang-up gear, the two worlds are not interconnected in real time. In other words, the results brought by the hang-up practice of martial arts in another world will not change immediately. Instead, you have to wait for yourself to go to another world to accept the results of hang-up, and vice versa.

There was nothing to do, Lin Ye decided to go out and go shopping in the supermarket, buy some meat and rice, and then move it directly to another world.

"Damn, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out!"

Not long after he walked out of the community, Lin Ye saw two figures in front of him, cursed and turned around without saying a word.

"Benefather, benefactor, wait!"

"I'm waiting for your uncle. Last time I met you, I ruined my money. Now I'm here again!"

Lin Ye speeded up his pace, but soon he stopped again because the two appeared in front of him.

"Benefactor, don't be angry. I'm going to bring this brother to the door for a reason?"

One of the two people standing in front of Lin Ye was the old man who asked Lin Ye to give his daughter the money he had hidden.

"Why, he hid his private money like you. He forgot to tell his family before he died?" Lin Ye looked at another middle-aged man in his fifties. Judging from his clothes, this seemed to be a rich family.

"Benefactor, this brother is not rich and hasn't told his family. In this way... I'd better let me tell you myself."

"Don't say it here, change the place."

There are people coming and going in the streets. In the eyes of outsiders, he is alone talking to himself. Lin Ye doesn't want to be treated with a strange look.

After a while, Lin Ye finally knew what the middle-aged man was doing.

He guessed correctly that this man is indeed very rich, He Shan, chairman of Raocheng Longxi Group.

As a native of Raocheng, Lin Ye has also heard of the name of Longxi Group. Many real estate projects in the city were developed by this company.

Rich people have a common problem, that is, they want a descendant, and the same is true for He Shan. Unfortunately, her wife only gave birth to one daughter in her first child. Although he loves her daughter very much, he felt uncomfortable when he thought that the business he had worked hard to make was cheaper for a foreigner.

So he secretly found a woman to give birth to a son, and then asked the woman to raise her, giving the mother and living expenses every month.
To be continued...