Lu Chen walked unobstructedly and went straight to the top of Qinshan Mountain and finally stopped at the gate of the temple.

Above the door, there is a plaque with three big words written on it: Qixia Temple.

Qixia Temple is not big or small, it is very ordinary. Judging from its appearance, it has been a few years and many places are dilapidated.

Who would have thought that the once powerful King Linjiang would hide in this small temple?

Lu Chen walked forward and knocked on the temple door gently.

No response.

After a few seconds, he increased his strength and knocked.

"Here's here."

A tender voice came from the temple.

Immediately afterwards, the temple door opened.

A seven or eight-year-old monk poked his head out of the crack in the door, looked at Lu Chen and asked curiously: "Donor, what's wrong?"

"I got lost in the mountains and happened to see a temple here, so I wanted to ask for a drink. I wonder if it was very convenient?" Lu Chen lied.

"Convenient, donor, please."

The little monk did not doubt, opened the temple gate and invited Lu Chen in.

It is rare to see an outsider. The little monk was very happy, chattering all the way, asking: "Donor, where are you from? Why did you come here? There are many jackals, tigers and leopards in Qinshan. Fortunately, you got lost during the day, but at night, it would be dangerous.

Donor, are you hungry? There are some vegetarian food in the kitchen. If you don’t dislike it, you can eat some to fill your stomach.

Oh, by the way, if you don’t know the road, I’ll take you down the mountain later.”

"Thank you." Lu Chen smiled slightly.

This little monk is interesting.

"You are welcome."

The little monk grinned: "Master said that monks are compassionate. If anyone encounters trouble, help if they can. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

"I'll ask you, how many people are there in Qixia Temple?" Lu Chen changed the topic.

“How many people?”

The little monk counted with his fingers and said, "We have a master of the abbot, my master, and two uncles. In addition to me, we should count it like this, there should be five people."

"Is there a master named Juechen among you five?" Lu Chen asked again.

"Juechen?" The little monk was stunned: "Donor, do you know my abbot?"

"I don't know, but I have heard of it." Lu Chen smiled faintly: "Master Juechen is famous and I have always admired him very much."

"I didn't expect the abbot to be so powerful? No wonder the masters and uncles respect their masters so much." The little monk was a little surprised.

"Can you take me to see Master Jian Juechen? I have some doubts and want to ask the master for advice." Lu Chen said again.

"No problem, come with me."

The little monk was very happy and led Lu Chen to the temple of worship.

However, just as the two walked to the entrance of the Buddhist temple.

Two burly monks appeared out of nowhere, blocking Lu Chen's way.

Among the tiger's eyes, there was full of vigilance and suspicion.

"Please stay, the holy land of the Buddhist temple, outsiders are not allowed to enter!" The monk on the left round face whispered.

"I'm here to ask Master Jian Juechen, and I hope both of you can be harmonious." Lu Chen is neither humble nor arrogant.

"The abbot has been in seclusion and no one sees the outsider. Please come back!" The round-faced monk stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Lu Chen was unmoved and said lightly: "If Master Juechen is closed, then I will ask to meet King Linjiang - Li Wangui!"
Chapter completed!