Qingzheng Temple, leaving Jiangzhou, the first largest temple in the southeast province, there is a big pond behind the mountain, there are thousands of hectares, as far as the eye can see, there is no boundary, in the pond, ten thousand lotus plants.

In fifteen days, these lotus flowers will bloom.

Chen Fan still remembers that day.

This lotus blossoms, the fragrance everywhere, diffuses for thousands of miles, a trace of golden light rises from a lotus flower, becoming the first auspicious omen in the southeast province in 20 years, the vision of heaven and earth, shocking China.

But unfortunately, when the lotus bloomed that time, Chen Fan was still far away from here.

By the time Chen Fan learned about it, he had already missed it.

But this lotus flower has achieved a famous master in later generations, the Lotus Martial King!

Who is the Lotus Martial King? Taidao Pavilion, a master at the peak of the heavenly rank, the Zen master of the Qingzheng Temple preached on this day, this Lotus Martial King has always had a festival with the Qingzheng Zen Master, and this time he came to the door to challenge.

After the First World War, the Zen master was beheaded.

This Lotus Martial King got this thousand-year-old lotus seed, and after taking it, it didn't take long for him to successfully break through to the realm of the grandmaster and become one of the top ten peak masters in this world!

Nicknamed, Lotus Warrior King!

But this time, Chen Fan is here!

Until the day of the lotus bloom, it is the day of the preaching of the Qingzheng Zen master, so there are still fifteen days away, and the Qingzheng Temple still seems to be quite calm, and there are not many people.

Many tourists, walking along the steps.

Chen Fan ignored these and went straight into the back mountain, these masters in the Qingzheng Temple were all ignored by Chen Fan, as if walking on the ground.

Back Mountain.

A figure stands here, Chen Fan's expression is solemn, this will look forward, not far away, sparkling, above the lake, tens of thousands of lotus plants floating, looking dense, above the lake, there is also a trace of fragrance.

Outside this Shosh Mosque, no one knows what is going to happen here.

Including this pure Zen master, I don't know!

"This thousand-year-old lotus is about to bloom!" Chen Fan looked at it for a long time, his breath was short, and his eyes were shining with a hint of solemnity, in the middle of this lake, a lotus plant, exuding a strange fragrance.

This is it!

Chen Fan has already recognized it.

"It's a pity. Chen Fan couldn't help but shake his head, for the remaining half a month, Chen Fan could only wait, but there was no way, "This thousand-year-old lotus seed, you must get it!" Chen Fan couldn't help but clench his fists.

At this time, if there is a master of Qingzheng Temple here, and he sees a strange young man suddenly standing on the shore of the mountain and lake behind them, he will probably be shocked and can't close his mouth!

This Qingzheng mosque, on the surface, is just a monastery.

But in reality, it's not that simple!

This Zen master of Qingzheng Temple, Qingzheng Zen Master, is an authentic peak master of the Heavenly Rank!

More than others, I don't know where the horror is!

In this Qingzheng Temple, there are twelve angry-eyed Arhats and eighty-eight bronze human arrays, none of whom are weaker than the cultivation of the ground level, so it can be said that even if a heaven-level master comes, he will not dare to break through here!

However, Chen Fan broke through, and he was still walking on the ground.

"I can only wait. "By the lakeside, Chen Fan looked at it for a long time, this will clench his fingers, ready to leave here first, this thousand-year-old lotus seed is a rare blessing in this world, as long as it does not attract masters of the heavenly and human realms, this thing is Chen Fan's.

But fortunately, Chen Fan learned from his memory that this time the thousand-year-old lotus seed was formed at that time, and only the Qingzheng Zen Master and the Lotus Martial King were there.

None of the others were there.

By the time the Lotus Martial King got the thousand-year-old lotus seed, and the other grandmasters heard the news and hurriedly wanted to come, it was already too late!

Half a month later, I was here.

In the Qingzheng Temple, Chen Fan first turned up and down and stepped on the point.

In this Qingzheng Temple, the masters are like clouds, and there are countless secret whistles in the dark, but these are not a matter for Chen Fan, as soon as the mental power radiates out, the entire Qingzheng Temple is as transparent as a blank piece of paper.

Chen Fan walked around wantonly under their noses.

The Qingzheng Temple like a forbidden area is like a flat land in Chen Fan's eyes!

Walking to a side courtyard, Chen Fan stood at the door, looking inside, in an empty room, there were no utensils, futons, Buddha statues, etc., only in front of this, there was a huge bluestone, the bluestone, engraved with vigorous and powerful small characters, is a piece of Diamond Sutra.

And in front of this bluestone, a monk was meditating, motionless.

It seems, it's been a long, long time.

This monk's dress is very ordinary, not like an abbot, wearing a full linen robe, exposing his right shoulder, Chen Fan can see at a glance that this person is enlightening Zen.

What is the Enlightenment of Suffering?

Enlightenment Zen is Buddhism, a very hard, almost self-torture type of training, a person sits facing the wall, requires a motionless, heart like stopping water, this Enlightenment Zen, pay attention to a decade as a day, the hard work of enlightenment.

Normally, very few people do this, and it's really self-torturous.

Legend has it that Sakyamuni once sat in front of a stone for 50 years, and after Sakyamuni passed away, when the little monk of later generations went to clean his stone house, he saw a blurred shadow of Sakyamuni sitting on this wall!

It shows the depth of Shakyamuni's kung fu.

Someone sits on the monk who understands bitter Zen, and after 30 years, he can leave a trace of sitting cross-legged on the ground of this bluestone, which can be seen, Chen Fanzhen did not expect that he actually saw a monk who realized bitterness in this Qingzheng Temple.

This monk has realized bitter meditation, and I don't know if it has been ten or twenty years.

Chen Fan didn't leave, this would be at this door, looking at it fixedly through the flowers, this big monk didn't move at all, and he didn't realize it.

After watching for about half an hour, Chen Fan suddenly pushed open the door and walked in.

The monk turned his back to Chen Fan, still with his eyes closed, motionless.

Chen Fan's eyes, for a moment, were full of murderous awe! The whole room seemed to have entered the cold winter in an instant, and it suddenly became cold! Chen Fan strode forward, his two fingers together, "Tanlong Finger", full of murderous aura, and the sword finger went straight to the back of the monk's neck!

The face is even more hideous!

The murderous aura spread across this room, almost substantial!

But this monk seems to be unaware.

This finger, in the end, went straight to the back of the monk's neck half an inch of the air, and stopped dangerously, the monk silently recited the Buddha's name in his mouth, coiled the Buddha beads, did not move, and sat with his back to Chen Fan, everything was as before.

And after this finger, the finger stopped in mid-air.

A trace of strength on the fingertips is condensed, if this finger is pierced, this monk will definitely die on the spot, but this great monk from beginning to end, not even a trace of hair on the back of his neck trembles, and his concentration is terrifying.

Looking closely, the picture is still and moving, forming a very contrasting and dazzling picture.

"Great monk, good concentration. ”

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his hand and put it behind his back, which would make a joke, "The Buddha knelt before for three thousand years, and I didn't see my Buddha feel pity, great monk, your concentration is good, but it's a pity, but it's no different from a stone in front of Mount Emei." ”

On Chen Fan's body, the murderous aura up and down suddenly disappeared, disappearing without a trace, and his face turned back to endless calm, like a deep well. In this room, the winter-like feeling suddenly disappeared.

Chen Fan's breath is free to be retracted and released, to this point!

At the beginning, Chen Fan peeped at this window, but the monk did not notice it, and in the end, Chen Fan no longer controlled his breath, and the monk was still unaware, which can only show that he clearly noticed that an outsider had invaded his back, and he still refused to move.

So, this is the scene where Chen Fan made a temporary move and suddenly made a tentative move.

Only then did the great monk open his eyes, fold his hands, first bow, and then said, "Your Excellency is young, not yet thirty, but you can hide from me a hundred masters in Qingzheng Temple, sneak in at my door and look at it for half an hour." ”

"Your Excellency's strength is far above me. ”

"Killer, the poor monk must have no chance of surviving, in this case, what is the difference between turning back and not looking back, it will make Your Excellency laugh. The great monk smiled, stood up, turned around and said, "Your Excellency's murderous aura is free, and you must already be in the realm of a generation of grandmasters." ”

"Please advise. ”

Chen Fan said that he was like a broken stone in front of Mount Emei, the great monk was not angry, but stretched out his hand and asked Chen Fan to sit down on the futon opposite.