"No..."

Yuantong continued to climb the mountain, without looking at Hui Jing again, and said as he walked: "Hui Jing, you still don't understand at this time!"

Hui Jing clasped her hands together: "Uncle Shizu, the disciple understands that Amitabha, I'm afraid that Zhang Zhenren has either moved or left... But we can't all go away. ”

"Move? The Cultivator's Dojo will not be relocated at all unless it is absolutely necessary. Even if it was once glorious, it will eventually fall into loneliness, and it will not relocate... The relocation is the relocation of the altar, and in the same way, it is also the relocation of cause and effect, the change of everything. When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven. It is not unrecorded that cultivators have cultivated to the extreme realm, and they have risen to the top..."

Yuantong smiled bitterly: "We discussed it repeatedly, and we thought we were sincere, but in the end... But the building is empty...... I waited for a small profit, but I lost a big opportunity..."

"Uncle Shi, cultivation is cultivation, cultivation is cultivation, cultivation of Buddha is cultivation of Buddhism... Although Zhang Zhenren has great magical powers, he is different from our beliefs, and his path of cultivation is different..."

Hui Jing regained her composure at this time.

This time Songshan is in trouble, in fact, Songshan can be settled.

But the strange thing is that up and down Songshan Mountain, they actually asked them to come to Sanqingguan to ask...

"In fact, at the beginning, it was originally the same road, but in the end, they separated halfway, and the ultimate goal is the same, no matter how far you detour, you will eventually come to the same road..."

Yuantong twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, looked at Hui Jing, and there was a vague sense of loss and disappointment in his eyes: "Hui Jing, after you go back, you can retreat... When will I be able to understand the original intention of the Buddha, and then get out of the customs... You and I have opened up the twelve canons, but it has always been difficult to find the second vein of Rendu, the spiritual vein of heaven and earth... You and I, in fact, the method of entering the Tao that we are seeking now is still created by Zhang Zhenren back then..."

Hui Jing was stunned, he was a little repulsive to the Daomen, this was a difference in philosophy, a difference in the path of cultivation.

However, when Taijiquan still has the innate five elements Baguazhang, Hui Jing didn't believe it at first, but as the entire Songshan, the longest-standing Zen master, gradually cultivated the sense of qi, he believed it...

In the past few years, he has not fallen through thick and thin, studied hard, and gradually found his sense of qi...

At that time, he had not started to cultivate, and he gradually stopped doubting.

But two people, the only existence in Songshan that cultivates the sense of qi. After finding the sense of qi, they have been trying to find the second pulse of Ren Du... Heaven did not fulfill people's wishes, and their cultivation also came to an abrupt end at this time.

He didn't know what the strength of those cultivators in Sanqingguan was, but the essence qi gathered in their bodies couldn't be released at all. Not only that, but once the essence is released, it takes a few days to rest.

Once, Songshan took out a lot of things and asked them to experiment on whether they could be aggressive, but Yuantong refused. Compared to being able to kill 100,000 cultivators with his own hands, this kind of divine power is unmatched, right......

"Disciple understands, Buddhism and Taoism are not separated?"

Hui Jing seems to really get it.

But Yuantong still shook his head, he glanced at Hui Jing deeply, and sighed in his heart: "I have ambition, but I used it in the wrong place..."

"Let's climb the mountain, I don't know if Zhang Zhenren took care of the fishermen, so he narrowed down the scope of the formation?"

Yuantong was also a little apprehensive at this time, if he could climb the mountain, then he would be destined, but no one could guarantee that Yuantong himself was not in the past, could Huijing represent himself?

In fact, it is still a matter of face, it is nothing more than that Huijing can go up the mountain, but he can't climb the mountain. The two of them were directly eliminated by one, but what was left was their own uncle......

When you reach the corner, you can continue to climb the mountain, and all you can see is a barren land.

When she saw Sanqingguan, Hui Jing said, "Uncle Shi, maybe Zhang Zhenren is still there...... Or Zhang Zhenren has moved..."

Yuantong looked around seriously, but his face was even more disappointed: "In front of the Sanqingguan Gate, there is no trace left..."

There is a lot of dust, but in front of the door, there is not a single footprint...

Pushing open the door, the main entrance of the shrine is the eyes, looking to both sides, when he saw the little peach tree, Yuantong's face was a little strange: "Even if Zhang Zhenren really moved, the peach tree didn't give up?"

The yard was very clean, but when he entered the yard, Yuantong sighed again: "Sure enough..."

It is rumored that entering the Sanqing View can make people empty their distracting thoughts and make people feel like spring all year round. But when they came in, they didn't feel anything. It's just as hot, and it doesn't calm the mind.

In the courtyard, there was a stone table, which was also covered with dust, and it seemed that no one had sat on it for a long time.

The small vegetable garden in the courtyard was also barren and overgrown with weeds.

Almost subconsciously walked to the kitchen, Yuantong shook the whole person: "It must have soared, or moved, Huijing, maybe you guessed right..."

In the kitchen, except for the stove, the whole kitchen is empty, not a single chopstick or bowl is left... As a cultivator, maybe not all of them can be cleared, but you always have to eat, drink, and lazar...

It's all empty...

There is nothing, there are statues of gods in the temple, there are some traces of burning incense, it is the cleanest place in the entire Sanqing Temple, there should be someone, go up the mountain, remember the old feelings, help clean it...

......

"Ugh..."

In the southwest corner of the courtyard of Sanqingguan, separated by a spatial barrier, You Yixiu stood with his hands in his hands, and his face was indifferent: "You are so rejecting my Daomen, and even slandering, now you have to go up the mountain to ask for Sanqingguan, and you are still disrespectful to Sanqingguan, so the poor Dao will not appear..."

You Yi has been cultivating for decades, but in fact, he doesn't have much intimacy with Buddhism in his heart, and even has some feelings of wanting to distance himself and not contact with it.

The controversy between Buddhism and Taoism has lasted for more than 1,000 years, nearly 2,000 years, and there are conflicts due to different ideas and beliefs. And many people hope that Buddhism will defeat the Taoist gate and suppress it to the death...

And the people of the Taoist Gate hope to suppress the Buddhism, and they also want to trample the other party under their feet...

You Yixiu went to Li He's house, and when he turned around, he saw Yuantong Huijing and the two, You Yixiu didn't want to pay attention to it at all, but in the end, he borrowed the invisibility talisman to hide his body and follow behind.

You Yixiu could also hear the conversation between the two people clearly.

For Yuantong, as well as the two monks Huijing, You Yixiu, who has a good temper, has no plans to greet or meet.

"Everything follows fate, although the master has opened up the Three Clear Realm, but not everyone has the opportunity to enter..."

You Yixiu stepped on the flying sword and went to the Emperor Pole Heaven: "If you have a chance, you can come in, if you don't have a chance, just leave..."

......

In the courtyard, Yuantong, who was contemplating, looked at the entire Sanqing, and finally shook his head: "Go back..."

What about the people of the island in the middle of the lake?

What about Zhang Daoran?

Yuantong didn't know, but he had a gut feeling that he might never see him again.

Hui Jing stood motionless in the courtyard, and a glimmer of light flashed in Hui Jing's eyes: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, please believe me, there was indeed a streamer landing just now." You haven't seen your flying monks, they are stepping on flying swords, they are thousands of miles away, like streamers, it is difficult to distinguish..."

Hui Jing clasped her hands together and her face was full of sincerity. He lowered his eyebrows, bent his body slightly, and whispered a Buddha name: "Amitabha, Songshan Huijing, follow the uncle of Yuantong and meet Zhang Zhenren......"