Ankor Temple is located outside Kyoto, which means that Matsugawa has already gone from Kamakura to Kyoto. The two places were not too far apart. This Ankor Temple would make people feel very unfamiliar, but if you talk about the monks who were born here a hundred years later, you would not be unfamiliar with it. Because during the Muromachi Shogunate period, Monk Ikkyu became a monk here.

Ikkyu's father was Emperor Komatsu during the Southern and Northern Dynasties of Japan, and his mother was Iyuku, the daughter of Nakano Nakano. The shogun at that time was Ashikaga Yoshiman. In order to prevent Emperor Komatsu from having any descendants, he allowed the prince Ikkyu to become a monk. This talented monk Ikkyu can be said to be even more well-known than some emperors in the eyes of Japanese people.

Juechuan walked in front all the way, followed by a little girl who was still silent. It should be the girl who thought Juechuan was not a bad person, so she followed Juechuan, or in the jungle when she came, it was even more scary than Juechuan's face.

To be honest, Juanchuan is pretty pretty. He doesn't want to be sorry to the audience, but this little girl who doesn't speak just experienced a surviving death and was very scared.

Juanchuan arrived at Anguo Temple and knocked on the gate of the temple. A little monk opened the door. However, Juanchuan still saluted solemnly and said,

"This master has been disturbed so much. We met a bad guy on the road, I was injured, and the lady was also frightened. We wanted to stay here for one night..."

The little monk looked at Juechuan with clear eyes. At this moment, Juechuan had three swords inserted into his waist, because two were picked up from the corpses of the two "gangsters". They were all good weapons. In this era, a good samurai sword is more important than a samurai's own life.

"You guys are here to wait a moment, I'm going to ask the abbot..." The little monk nodded thoughtfully, then spoke.

"I'm sorry, my master..."

The little monk went and came quickly. He ran over soon. After running to Juanchuan and the others, his expression changed and said very seriously.

"Abbot, I agree that you live here, come with me..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked first to think about the direction of the temple facing west. This Anguo Temple is located in the southern suburbs of Kyoto, and it is still a distance from Kyoto. It is not too far to gather in Kamakura. Compared with the large temples, this place is not a large temple. In the Tokyo Temple, it is equivalent to a disguised landlord-like existence. It has different forces and rights under the different attitudes of shoguns in history to treat Buddhism.

Japanese Buddhism almost completely inherits Mahayana Buddhism from China, and temple architecture is also rooted in China and China and its similarities, but it also has some local characteristics of Japan. The houses for pilgrims to live in are all in the west wing.

After walking a few steps, Juechuan and the others arrived at the place where they lived. A room that was not very new but very tidy. At this moment, a middle-aged monk was standing at the door of the room.

"I heard that the donor was injured, so I waited here specifically and prepared some healing medicines to treat the donor a few."

This monk speaks Japanese words very slowly, and even makes a little noiseless, which is not standard. However, it does not affect the conversation.

"Then I'll have a good time..." Jukawa Shinobu said with a tribute.

"This is my master, and it is also our abbot..." The little monk who was guarding the side said anxiously, afraid that people would not know.

"In Shimo, Take... Matsukawa. It's a... wild samurai..."

Juanchuan was a little hesitant, but he still told the truth. The monk Longdao smiled and said,

"Amitabha, donor, and the Tao are all in your original heart. If you can keep it aside, it has proved your courage. As for the wild or the home, what's wrong with it..."

Juanchuan was stunned by the words of the monk. After a while, he quickly lowered his head and bowed and said,

"Thank you to the abbot's church, keep it in mind..."

"Haha, there is no teaching, I can't teach you. Come into the house. If you can, go prepare some vegetarian food..."

After saying that, Monk Longdao raised his hand into the room and took two steps back and asked the two of them to enter the room.

"Originally there were two wing rooms, and the other room had already lived in other pilgrims, so I could only feel sorry for the two of you living in the same room..."

Monk Longdao obviously realized that Juechuan and this little girl were not a couple, and they even had some disagreements. However, since the little girl was willing to follow Juechuan here, she did not avoid the two and arranged a room for them. If the girl raised objections at this time, then Longdao might also come up with some other solutions, but the little girl had no arrangements and would naturally not be too troublesome.

Monk Longdao took off the cloth strap wrapped around Juanchuan's arm, and the wound was already a little scabbed, but as soon as the cloth strap strap was taken off, the wound collapsed again, and the red blood remained along the arm.

"This wound needs to be sutured, but it needs to be cleaned before this, otherwise it will leave hidden diseases, and in severe cases it may be harmful..."

After observing the wound and the blood left behind, Monk Longdao spoke. After hearing Longdao's words, Juan Chuan endured the pain on his arm, nodded, and gritted his teeth and said to Monk Longdao.

"It's time for you, the abbot, and Juechuan's arm will bother the abbot..."

The monk Longdao tied the cloth belt back. When the young monk who had called Neng came back, he put down the vegetarian rice and was sent by the monk Longdao to boil water. Juanchuan and the little girl were also hungry. The vegetarian rice he brought was very sweet.

After eating voraciously, both of them ate a lot of food. The little monk Ye Neng also carried the hot water back to the handle of the sand pot. He carried the towel into the direction. A pottery basin was placed on the tatami mat, poured hot water, and wiped Juanchuan's wound with a clean towel. The towel that the little monk used to cushion had been bitten on Juanchuan's mouth just now. The oil lamp had been placed on the table beside him.

After roasting the iron needle with the flame of the wick, Monk Longdao began to do needlework on Juechuan's arm. The needlework was penetrated, and blood was constantly flowing out of Juechuan's wound. Juechuan bit the towel and sweated indifferently. The moans at the bottom hummed a faint sound in his throat. From his trembling body, you can see that Juechuan was very painful at this moment. But he could hold it back, while Monk Longdao, who was fucking the needlework, was very calm. There was a little smile on his face.

The little girl brought by Juekawa knelt in the corner of the room and looked at the scene in front of her, with a very scared expression. She bit her lips and didn't dare to speak, and did not dare to make any sound.
Chapter completed!