Chapter 378: Monk in White

Twenty days later, Chen Pingan and his party passed by a mountain as steep as a woman's black eyebrows. After entering the boundary, just a stick of incense along the mountain path, they encountered two groups of men and women. There are more than a dozen people with aura of wealth and aristocratic status, most of whom are from government officials. Several retinues and guards are all wearing standard long swords. They are men, women, old and young. There is another group of people who are full of martial arts. There are six people in total, four men about fifty years old. They breathe calmly and walk silently. They must be the first-class martial arts in the martial arts world of Qingluan Kingdom. The leader is an Eagle Hook. The old man with a nose and sharp eyes was accompanied by a round-faced girl. Although her appearance was not outstanding, she had a pair of smart eyes that were full of hope.

Both groups of people were heading up the mountain. When Chen Pingan met a group of officials, he took the initiative to ask about the scenery and people of this place. After the other party introduced him, Chen Pingan learned about this green mountain. There is a Golden Osmanthus Temple at the top of Yaoshan Mountain. There are immortals practicing in the Taoist temple, but it is often closed all year round to thank guests. Last winter, the Taoist temple asked the woodcutter to tell them that they were going to accept nine disciples, as long as they were under sixteen years old, regardless of their origins. Just looking at the opportunity, no less than 300 people, each with their own young girls or young boys and girls at home, have flocked to Qingyao Mountain in an endless stream recently.

Chen Pingan was thinking about the Zhenwu swords and daggers that were still in the Governor's Mansion, so he was reluctant to join in the fun. Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia had traveled across mountains and rivers in the past two years, especially the water and land dojo of Qingluan Kingdom. After having a grand ceremony with Luo Tian of Qingshan Kingdom, they were not very interested in opening a mountain to accept disciples. As for whether the Taoist priests in Jingui Temple were real gods or fake masters, the group was even less interested.

In the ordinary country of Aquarius Continent, the Jindan Earth Immortal is already an unattainable existence. After all, there are such hidden dragons and crouching tigers like the Great Li Dynasty, which are rare in the entire world.

As the iron cavalry of the Song family of Da Li stepped not far to the north of Guanhu Academy, apart from the orthodox name given by the academy, in fact Da Li encompassed half of the country. Da Li was The call for it to be regarded as the tenth largest dynasty in the world has become more and more intense.

When meeting the second group of people, the round-faced girl’s eyes never stopped showing surprise. The young man in white robe was carrying a bamboo box on his back and a vermilion wine flask on his waist. People, a little black girl riding on the back of an ox, bamboo knives and swords hanging intertwined at her waist, a stunning woman carrying a long sword... There are also young Taoist priests and bearded swordsmen, what a strange traveling team. Could this be the Yamazawa Yexiu that grandpa once talked about?

Fortunately, although the old man in black didn't look easy at first glance, he was still willing to follow some old rules as an old man in the world, and quickly stopped the girl from looking at her unscrupulously. Not only that, but also with Chen Ping'an. Nodding in greeting was probably an apology for the junior.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and smiled in return.

Walking around rivers and lakes, there are many chance encounters like this, but two groups of people who should have been strangers were reunited by a sudden rainstorm.

The rare violent wind and rain made the mountain paths extremely muddy and difficult to walk. The spring cold was already freezing to the bone, and the mountain wind howled by. This rain was extremely harsh.It was cold and cold, and Pei Qian was directly hit by the soybean-sized rainwater, which made his face feel hot and painful. Soon his lips were livid and his whole body was trembling. This was the physical condition that Pei Qian had after practicing martial arts. If he had practiced martial arts before, it would have only been for a while. The wind and rain were enough to make Pei Qian sick.

Chen Pingan asked Zhu Lian to explore the road to see if there was any shelter from the rain nearby. The rickety old man was like an ape, moving around among the trees and rocks. He came back soon and said that there was something not far ahead. A large natural grotto, a group of people had already settled there and lit a fire to keep warm. Chen Pingan carried Pei Qian on his back, held up the tung leaf umbrella that he had brought out from the Lotus Flower Blessed Area, and took out a raincoat to try to protect Pei Qian from the impact of the mountain wind and rain.

Zhang Shanfeng could hardly keep his eyes open. He walked beside Chen Pingan and reminded loudly: "There is something wrong with this heavy rain."

Chen Pingan nodded and took out a piece of relatively ordinary material. The yellow paper talisman is the lowest-ranked yang lantern talisman in the "Authentic Book of Alchemy". When encountering mountains and rivers, dilapidated temples or mass graves, Chen Ping'an will use this talisman to open the way and check the evil spirits in the water and soil. The richness of the Qi, Chen Ping'an twisted the talisman with two fingers and shook it slightly. After the true energy was poured into it, it ignited instantly. Fortunately, the lamp burning talisman on his fingertips did not burn very fast. Compared with the time when he broke into Caiyi Guocheng God's Temple alone, Much inferior, Chen Pingan was cautious and did not extinguish the lamp talisman, but held the talisman to clear the way to avoid traps ahead.

In the battle at Shan'ao, not only did he form a relationship with a golden elixir earthly immortal, he might also attract the covetous attention of that group of casual cultivators, so he should not be careless.

Not only that, Chen Pingan also asked the yellow native cow if he knew that the big demon in this area was the king of the mountain. Although the yellow cow did not transform into a human form, it could speak human words and shake its head, "I will wake up five days later." In the past hundred years, not to mention the last two hundred years of dormant underground, I have never heard of mountain spirits causing trouble in Qingluan Kingdom. However, three hundred years ago, in a Buddhist temple three hundred miles away, I saw a scene where a monk said: The scene of Buddhism and osmanthus falling like rain is very magical. It was rumored at that time that the golden osmanthus falling all over the temple came from the osmanthus trees in this Qingyao Mountain."

Xu Yuanxia stretched out her hand to hold the bamboo hat. He laughed loudly and said, "Zhang Shanfeng and I have been to that Buddhist temple a long time ago. It's so famous that we had to go. But apart from the inscriptions on the wall, we couldn't see the entrance. The sites of several famous Buddhist koans have long been enclosed. , pilgrims are not allowed to enter, we wandered for a long time, but we saw a scene, which I wrote in my travel notes. In the dusk, there were two young monks who were responsible for carrying the merit box. They probably felt that the pilgrims were sparse and there were no outsiders. The little novice stood on tiptoes, bent down and reached out to grab money randomly. After digging for a long time, the little novice who took out a piece of silver laughed loudly. The two of them carried the merit box on their shoulders. The little novice who took out the silver walked in. When we got to the front, Zhang Shanfeng and I looked at it and were very amused. It turned out that the merit box had to be moved to the back. There was a long flight of stairs to go. Naturally, those in front took advantage and those in the back had to bear the burden."

Chen Ping'an doesn't know much about Buddhism. Buddhism is not popular in Aquarius Island. It can even be said that Buddhism is not popular.The one with the least incense among the nine continents, so Chen Ping'an often went to the Xinxiang Temple adjacent to Zhuangyuan Lane in Ouhua Blessed Land, and then he came into contact with some Buddhist teachings. He asked doubtfully: "Didn't it say that monks don't touch money with their hands? "

Zhang Shanfeng smiled and said, "There are no unbreakable rules in the world."

Xu Yuanxia joked: "It's not a waste of time to visit those temples. This is a very Zen idea." ”

Scalpers rarely speak out and will only speak if others ask questions.

It became silent at this moment, but it clearly remembered that the ancient Buddhist temple was built at the foot of a mountain. At that time, it was already viewing the sea, and it was among the trees on the top of the mountain, looking towards the temple. , because it did not dare to get too close to the incense in the world, not only for fear of disturbing the world, but also for fear of arousing the disgust of gods and figures. It could only see a young monk in snow-white cassocks in the distance. Under the eaves of a hanging iron horse, he stretched out his hand. , golden cinnamon seeds fell like raindrops on his palm.

While Chen Pingan and Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia were joking, they walked quickly and put the remaining half of the lamp-raising charm into their sleeves. They had arrived at the cave that Zhu Lian had found. It was quite big, like The ancestral hall in a rural village is large enough to accommodate thirty or forty people.

Along the way, the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman burned slowly, and the farther away from the mountaineering road, the slower the burning speed. This veritable rain was probably caused by Qi practitioners. This is a grand event for Jin Guiguan to recruit disciples.

The people who arrived at the grotto first were all women, seven or eight of them. The elder was a white-haired old woman, and the youngest was no more than a cardamom girl. Because of a heavy rain, the power fence that was originally used to hide her appearance, They seemed cumbersome and were placed at their feet together with their hats, umbrellas and raincoats. They were warming themselves by the fire at the moment. When they saw Chen Pingan and his party, their eyes were cold. Several of them moved their positions closer to the bonfire, obviously not wanting to have too much contact with Chen Pingan and the others. intersection.

Chen Pingan couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Zhu Lian, who had a "simple and honest" smile.

These women who came from the same school must have entered the grotto when it rained and collected dead branches early. Now the wind outside the grotto was strong enough to lift the house, and the rain was pouring, so Chen Pingan and his party had to do it. Staring, Zhang Shanfeng, as a Qi practitioner, although his level is not high, it is not difficult to make fire with some basic techniques. However, it is a taboo in practice to use magical powers at will when going out.

Chen Pingan helped Pei Qian set up the cowhide tent, then took out her clean clothes from the bamboo box and asked Sui Zuoyi to put them on Pei Qian.

When Pei Qian walked out of the tent alive and kicking, the gang of Jianghu people he met earlier also returned the same way, and came to the grotto to take shelter from the rain in a panic.

This rain is really heavy for all heroes in the world

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You have to bow your head.

When Chen Pingan saw the old man with a hooked nose, he was the first to nod in greeting, and the latter nodded in greeting.

Since Chen Ping'an was so polite, Zhu Lian and the other two changed their positions and silently made a clear space.

The round-faced girl who looks like a drowned rat has long beenThe servants surrounded her in the middle to block the view of outsiders. After all, the rain soaked her clothes, and the curves of the girl's figure were exposed.

After this group of Jianghu people sat down, the round-faced girl began to look at the women again, her eyes lit up, and she asked: "Are you the aunts from Rouge House in Yunxiao Kingdom?"

Previously, the girl only looked at Chen Pingan for a few times, and the old man in black tried to dissuade him. But this time, the girl's words were so disrespectful and almost provocative. The old man still closed his eyes and calmed down, turning a deaf ear.

Over there, a young woman with sharp brows and eyes turned around and said angrily: "How presumptuous!"

The round-faced girl was not afraid at all, and asked with a smile: "Please tell me "Why is this girl so presumptuous?"

These women are from Yanzhi Zhai, the top wealthy family in the Yunxiao Kingdom. The youngest among them is the cardamom girl, with a chin as sharp as a goose egg and a beautiful appearance. , she widened her eyes and looked curiously at this outspoken peer. There were only a handful of people in the Yunxiao Kingdom who dared to provoke Yan Zhizhai like this. So, should they be some sect from the Qingluan Kingdom or the Qingshan Kingdom?

The girl with a pointed chin subconsciously stretched out her thumb and rubbed the inscription on a delicate short knife at her waist. The scabbard was made of yellowed bamboo with a round and pleasant color, and the word "Qi'er" was engraved on the bamboo.

Her fellow senior sister, the young woman had a pair of mandarin duck knives on her waist. At this time, she held the handle of the knife, her face as cold as ice, and said in a deep voice: "Then let's join hands and try the depth? ”

Joining hands is a relatively elegant way of sparring among people in the martial arts world. It is more civilized and less prone to bloodshed, because as long as the loser sees blood, he can still win without using force. Something about having a light on your face.

The round-faced girl made a face at the woman, "With her age and decades of extra martial arts training, what kind of heroine is she who bullies the younger generation?"

The young woman She was very angry. She was not yet thirty, so what did it mean to learn martial arts for decades more?

The white-haired old woman looked graceful and said softly to the woman beside her: "What are you doing with a junior? If you don't know how to nourish your qi, your martial arts achievements will not be high."

The young woman obviously respected the old woman very much, and immediately lowered her head and said: "Remember."

The round-faced girl not far away smiled coquettishly, "This old woman still understands etiquette."

Actually, it’s still a “nice thing” that doesn’t sit well with anyone.

Chen Pingfang was not involved, but he felt that this round-faced girl was really capable of stabbing others in the heart.

The old woman didn't care about the offense, and shifted her gaze to the old man with a hooked nose, "But the old gang leader of Daze Gangzhu?"

The old man in black opened his eyes. , smiled and said: "I haven't gone out for nearly thirty years, and there are still people who know my name?"

The old woman smiled slightly, "Even in another thirty years, the world will still remember Zhu. The old gang leader’s reputation.”

After the old woman revealed her identity, the expressions of all the women in Yanzhizhai changed slightly.

Zhu Fengxian, the old devil of Daze Gang, has a great reputation. Thirty years ago, XiHe was able to ride in a bright red carriage and travel far and wide, galloping through the martial arts forests of several countries, and was stained with countless blood. The number of righteous people who died under this man's hand was not even a hundred but eighty. Zhu Fengxian had eight more disciples under his command, known as the Eight Halls of Yama. The Qingluan Kingdom is full of majesty, but thirty years ago, the Daze Gang suffered a heavy blow, and Zhu Fengxian began to retreat. Half of the eight disciples died. Most of the originally five to six thousand gang members were dispersed. In the past thirty years, the Qingluan Gang had been in Qingluan. The leader in the arena who commanded the heroes in the country fell silent.

Just when Zhu Fengxian was about to close his eyes and recuperate, the old woman who had always impressed people with a very graceful attitude suddenly said: "But today is different from the past. Compared with thirty years ago, the rivers and lakes are deeper. When it comes to territory, it’s better to toast more and show less, kowtow more and talk less.”

The round-faced girl suddenly widened her eyes, feeling that she had heard the funniest joke in the world, and stared at that person. The white-haired old woman wanted to know if this old lady was crazy.

Zhu Fengxian said calmly: "If I remember correctly, your Yanzhi Zhai has been nothing more than a second-rate sect in the Yunxiao Kingdom for more than two hundred years since its founder founded it. It has lived a very useless life. Why, in these thirty years? Is there anyone among you girls this year?"

Chen Ping'an is a bit confused. How can he encounter such inexplicable grievances just by hiding from the rain? Pei Qian had previously complained about why after leaving Fengwei Ferry and walking such a long way, he only bumped into a guy like a yellow native cow, and then never met any ghosts again.

Pei Qian listened carefully at the moment. This is Jianghuli. I will go on my own in the future, and now I have to watch more and learn more.

Zhu Lian nodded secretly, and the words of the surnamed Zhu were very convincing.

The old woman sneered: "If there are no accidents, Old Gang Leader Zhu wants to send this little girl to Jingui Temple to practice immortal magic. Then does Old Gang Leader Zhu know that the leader of Jingui Temple Are you old acquaintances with our Yanzhizhai? Among the nine disciples, our Yanzhizhai has already decided on one of us. This was the initiative of the old god, so this mountain climbing is just a formality, Zhu. If the sharp-tongued little girl next to the old gang leader really has some Taoist qualifications, and the old man likes her, she will have the opportunity to call our Qingcheng senior sister."

Yanzhi Zhaina. A girl with an oval face blushed a little and was shy.

The round-faced girl looked at her and said with a smile: "You call me morning, I call you night."

Zhu Fengxian smiled slightly, "The master of Jingui Temple is a rare true god. He This time I am opening the door to accept disciples, so I am willing to come back to the world, but Qingluan country really has more than one immortal family mansion in Jingui Temple. I can kill you all first, and then take my granddaughter to visit the immortals elsewhere, or leave directly Here, let me, a disciple of the Daze Gang, secretly protect the woman you are escorting up the mountain, so that she can practice Taoism with peace of mind."

The old woman looked grim and sneered: "Going to visit the immortals elsewhere is putting it lightly! Why does the old immortal have to limit the age? You, Zhu Fengxian, don’t know if you delay for another two or three years.Xian, even if she is allowed to enter the Xian family's mansion due to the kindness of the Daze Gang, she will probably only be able to serve as a maid serving others. The Immortal family is the most ruthless in cultivating Taoism. Do you want me to teach you the principle of Zhu Fengxian? "

Zhu Fengxian's face was gloomy.

Even the round-faced girl who looked "coquettish" turned dark.

She is not a pure martial artist. , but a Three Realm Qi Practitioner

Although the old woman was blind and could not see this, the girl herself knew very well that the younger she was, the more she would be delayed for two or three years. Time, it may take decades to make up for it after becoming a middle-level Qi practitioner.

According to the words of Grandpa Zhu Fengxian and the military advisor of the Daze Gang, she is a once-in-a-century experience. He is a good talent for cultivating Taoism, but it is a pity that the Daze Clan's arsenal only has one immortal secret book that helps him to reach the middle five realms. The quality is quite good, but how to become an earthly immortal who can eat clouds, drink dew, and travel thousands of miles? That Taoist book comes from Qing Dynasty. There is no record of a certain immortal family in the history of Luan Kingdom. It should be only the practice of inner disciples. Only by becoming a direct descendant can one practice the secrets of the mountain and the inheritance of the ancestor hall.

Pei Qian squatted next to Chen Pingan and listened with great interest. He thought this kind of verbal sparring was the most interesting. It was more exciting than watching women scratch each other on the streets of Nanyuan Capital City when she was a child.

Chen Pingan. I'm a little worried. Neither side is a fuel-saving lamp. They are afraid that they will fight if they disagree. The grotto is such a small place and there is no place to hide. The sword has no eyes. Do you want him to remind Daze Gang and Yanzhi Zhai now? Can't the two groups go out and fight?

Chen Ping'an sighed, stood up, walked directly between the two groups, walked to the door of the grotto, and took out the half of the lantern hidden in his sleeve with his fingers. The talisman burned again, a small golden flame, even in such a heavy wind and rain, it was still like grass in the warm spring breeze, swaying leisurely. Then Chen Pingan turned around and smiled: "This rain It was raining strangely. This unusual sinister aura has been lingering since it started raining until now. It is most likely the sneaky work of Qi practitioners hiding in the dark. Depending on the situation, the gods of Jingui Temple have not taken action for the time being, so you must be careful on the way to Jingui Temple this time. You might as well put aside the grievances and grudges in the world for the time being. After all, the path of cultivation is more important for the two girls who are close at hand. , this mountain climbing is almost like walking on the path of spiritual practice

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Chen Pingan glanced at each of the two girls and said slowly: "Why should the path of cultivation become narrower and narrower? If you don't like each other, the road is so wide, just go your own way. "

Zhu Fengxian smiled and nodded, "What this young master said is true. I hope that if you have the opportunity to visit our Daze Gang in the future, Mr. Zhu will definitely set up a big table for a feast." ”

Although they are polite words, these kind words spoken by the old demon Zhu Fengxian himself are still worth a lot of real money, at least in the world of Qingluan Kingdom.

The oval-faced girl smiled brightly at Chen Ping'an.

The Yang Qi Lantern Talisman on Chen Pingan's fingertips has burned out, and the golden flames have been extinguished. Chen Pingan rubbed his fingertips and laughed, "Someone said that when walking in the world, fists It’s impossible to be superior.”

The round-faced girl asked with a smile: “Young master, who said this?”

Chen Ping An replied: "A friend."

The round-faced girl who called herself "Night" stretched out her thumb and said: "Convinced!"

The oval-faced girl named "Qingchen" Girl, I'm a little curious about the young man's identity.

Zhu Fengxian and the old woman Yanzhizhai looked at each other, they were both old men and women, and everything was unspoken. This small holiday between the two parties is not worth mentioning compared to the cultivation of their respective juniors. Even if they have grudges, before successfully entering Jingui Temple on the mountain, the two parties really need to make sure that there is no conflict between the well and the river. Even if there is danger on the road, maybe Daze will Bang and Yanzhi also need to cooperate sincerely and help each other in the same boat.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked outside.

The heavy rain is still astonishing.

I don’t know what time of year it is now in Lotus Flower Blessed Land?

I don’t know who the ten people in the world are now. However, the national master Zhong Qiu, the leader of the Hushan School Yu Zhenyi, and the bird's eye view peak Lu Fang must be among them.

I wonder if the houses in that alley have brand-new door gods and Spring Festival couplets posted on them?

Chen Pingan sighed softly.

After picking up the bamboo box, Chen Pingan was only carrying the half-immortal weapon, "Sword Immortal", that the Fu family of Old Dragon City borrowed from Fan Junmao to compensate him.

Chen Pingan raised his head and looked at the height of the dark rain curtain.

I was ignorant at that time. I remember that there was a guy wearing a bamboo hat and leading a donkey. He "bragged" about his swordsmanship and said that in heavy rain, splashing water could not get through.

Now even Chen Pingan can do it.

I just don’t know when I will become a true swordsman?

With the "Sword Fairy" behind him, it was difficult for Chen Pingan to unsheath the sword for the time being. When he thought of this, he took off the sword gourd and took a big sip of wine.

I just forgot that the wine in the jug was not Osmanthus Brewing or Shuijingxianren Brewing, but the medicinal wine made by Fan Junmao. Chen Pingan suddenly trembled, his face turned red and he coughed. , had no choice but to put the back of his hand against his mouth, turned around, and walked towards Pei Qian angrily with a slight apology.

For a time, all the fairy charm was gone.

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Baishui Temple is located in the south of the central part of Qingluan Kingdom. There is a spring in the temple lying on the ground, rolling like pearls. It is the first to make tea, so that there are often clouds in the sky. Literati from the two countries, Qingshan and Qingshan, came here to drink tea from the spring. It is reasonable that the incense of Baishui Temple is very prosperous. Therefore, it is known as the same as Beishan Temple in the capital, but compared with the Beishan Temple's eminent monks in the government and the public.The monks of Baishui Temple do not seem to like to appear in public. In the past hundred years, there has been no dazzling Zen master. It is inevitable that they are resting on their laurels.

So in this extremely grand debate about Buddhism and Taoism, Beishan Temple is the most popular. On the other hand, Baishui Temple, which has a history of thousands of years, still has not a single monk who has threatened to attend the meeting to decide the order of the three religions. of the event.

The spring rain has been continuous recently, and many temples in Qingluan Kingdom stand in the misty rain. Today at dusk, a young monk wearing snow-white cassocks walked slowly in Baishui Temple.

Baishui Temple has been closed for nearly a month, which has caused suffering to those sincere and good men and women.

The young monk had a cold face. The old monk and the young novice greeted him along the way. The young monk in his eye-catching cassock ignored him and everyone was used to it.

The young monk came to the railing of a small pond with green water. This inconspicuous pond has the reputation of Longtan because it is rumored that there is a small but bottomless pond living in it. The old turtle was released by the monks at the beginning of the construction of Baishui Temple. Whenever the monks of Baishui Temple reached a wonderful point in their sermons, the old turtle would emerge from the water and appear in the world. This matter is recorded in detail in the official history of Qingluan Kingdom, and no one doubts it.

The young monk continued to walk casually, walking in the long corridor behind the main hall, climbing up step by step. There were strings of exquisite bells hanging under the eaves. When the young monk climbed up the steps, there was a The spirits named "Iron Horses under the Eaves" were bred and resided in the bell. At this time, they flew out of the bell one after another, with a pair of transparent wings, and began to shake the wind chime. The young monk didn't seem to like the peaceful atmosphere of the ancient temple, which was noisy and quiet, and he frowned.

Those small and exquisite spirits immediately hid back in the bell.

The young monk turned his head and looked down at a small square behind the Main Hall, which was the place where "the eminent monk preached and the goddess scattered flowers" in the history of Baishui Temple. He remembered that a lot of golden osmanthus fell that day, and the monk who preached the Dharma They all sat in a pile of osmanthus with the monk who was listening to the Dharma. The monk who was teaching the Dharma was not used to the fragrance and sneezed several times. The listener felt attentive and understood, and thought up many ideas, and then wrote them all on the stone tablet of Baishui Temple.

After walking up the stairs and climbing to the top, we bypassed the Sutra Collection Building and walked to the side of the abbot’s room. There was a half-person-high yellow mud wall enclosing a small world. There was a well, and there was a well next to it. Stone tables and benches.

The young monk pushed open the small fence door made of bamboo and wood and walked to the well. The mouth of the small well had been blocked for many years.

In the early years, a famous Buddhist public case occurred here. It is said that even the China-earth Divine Continent heard about it. This is the reason why Baishui Temple has not produced any eminent monks in the past hundred years, but it still remains standing. . Regarding this public case, Baihe Temple has been quarreling for hundreds of years. The major temples in Qingluan Kingdom have been quarreling. Buddhism and Taoism have been quarreling. Scholars who have studied Buddhism and Taoism in the past have also been quarreling about this case. There has been a lot of quarrels. Just the comments on the walls of various temples. There are as many as forty eminent monks and literary figures from various places who have opinions on this public case.

The richness of the Buddhist scriptures in Baishui Temple and the elegance and completeness of rare rare books are unparalleled in Qingluan Kingdom. However, this young monk standing in a daze by the well hates that place the most and has never set foot in it. in.

The word "lijing" means "devil theory".

The Buddha just has dung on his head.

He was sitting on the wellhead, which was blocked and looked like a round stool. He had a question that he had not been able to figure out over the years.

I remember that the Buddhist scriptures say that a demon appeared and threatened an Arhat who became a Buddha in later generations. The Arhat was so frightened that he went to the Buddha. Then the Buddha granted him a righteous law, and the demon was eliminated.

When the young monk first read this, he did not think deeply about it. He just woke up with a fright and fell into endless pain.

He had an obsession in his heart.

"Why am I, a young monk in a small temple, so confident that I will not lose my composure when I meet a demon, but a great Arhat who is destined to become a Buddha and a disciple of the Buddha, feel fear and panic in my heart? This has nothing to do with never learning Buddhism. What is the difference between ordinary people? Where is the wisdom they have learned? Where is the Buddha's teaching? How high and far can such an Arhat teach the Buddha?"

The young monk was puzzled and sat alone at the mouth of the well, with tears streaming down his face.

This young monk who had a sudden enlightenment in his youth vaguely remembered that it was here that he beheaded a cat, cut it in two, and threw it into a well.

The young monk has been taciturn for so many years, but he worked diligently at Baishui Temple, so his hands and feet are calloused. Every winter, he gets frostbite and cracks, and his hands are covered in blood.

He slapped the sealed wellhead again and again, and his palms became bloody and bloody, and he didn't know it.

The young monk spoke hoarsely, sobbing, and still slapped the mouth of the well with his palms, "It's wrong, wrong, you are wrong again, Buddhism is in it...I was wrong too, Zen cannot be said, just open your mouth It's wrong, but isn't it also wrong not to speak up? We are all wrong, how can we be right..."

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