The history of Putuo Temple is extremely long, and there has been the existence of Putuo Temple almost since the beginning of historical data.

Therefore, no one knows where its original history began, and the world considers the appearance of the Buddha as the longest history of Putuo Temple.

However, the Putuo Temple has been there for a long time, and it seems to have always existed like a grain of sand between heaven and earth.

Even Feng Zhao, who was a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect, couldn't help but sigh when he stood at the foot of the Ancestral Buddha Mountain.

In particular, the huge Buddha statue is majestic like the Buddha's light descending from the sky, which makes people feel extremely relieved and pious.

At this moment, a young monk slowly walked up the mountain path.

The monk's face was dark, and his expression was calm and calm.

"Senior Brother Fengzhao?" When he saw the people at the entrance of the mountain road, the tranquility on his face was suddenly shattered into countless pieces of astonishment, and then fell to the ground, "Why did you suddenly come to Putuo Mountain?"

For the cultivation world, anyone who comes to visit without handing over a post in advance will be regarded as an uninvited guest, but the uninvited guest in front of him has a somewhat noble status.

The dark-faced monk was naturally Fa Ming.

Feng Zhao had a good impression of Fa Ming, because although this young monk had a strong temperament, he was extremely gentle and amiable, and although he had come into contact with him once in his early years, he had not forgotten his name to this day, which also greatly satisfied Feng Zhao's vanity.

"You guys are so elusive, I would have liked to go straight to the mountain. As a result, you will find out before you even start climbing. ”

Feng Zhao looked at Fa Ming and said with a smile.

"Senior brother said with a smile, you came to my ancestral Buddha Mountain to shine, or did I wait for the hospitality to be inconsiderate. I don't know if my brother has anything important to do when he comes to Putuo Temple this time. ”

Feng Zhao said worriedly: "The family teacher asked me to bring a letter from him to this place, and I want to discuss with the host a master who is related to the people in the world. When will I be able to meet Master Zhijing?"

Fa Ming looked embarrassed and said: "The family teacher has been meditating in the mountains behind the temple all the year round, and there are no outsiders. ”

Feng Zhao's expression changed slightly: "Is there something very important that you can't see?"

Fa Ming shook his head and explained: "It seems that the family teacher is going to break through the realm in the past few months, that is, these days I have been practicing Buddhism with the family teacher, and I am also listening to the teachings quietly through the Lu Gate. ”

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "I came here on the orders of the family teacher, and I won't go down the mountain easily if I don't see the host." ”

Fa Ming smiled a little apologetically, and suggested: "The family teacher will be out of the customs for one day in three days, and Senior Brother Fengzhao might as well rest in the temple for two days, although it can't be compared with the Xuanjian Gate, but there are still some beautiful scenery." ”

"That's fine. Seeing that Fa Ming's attitude was so resolute, he couldn't really break through, so he had to agree first, and besides, he really didn't care about observing the scenery above this Buddhist holy land when he came to Ancestral Buddha Mountain many years ago, and this time was also a good opportunity.

So Feng Zhao, under the leadership of Fa Ming, stayed in a guest room rarely prepared for outsiders in Putuo Temple.

One stay is a full three days.

And on the night when the next day was about to come, while feeling the essence of Buddhism on the Ancestral Buddha Mountain, he accidentally noticed a person who did not seem to match the size of a human appeared on the mountain road.

Feng Zhao even rubbed his eyes in disbelief, frowning when he was sure that the creature was not human.

"Ghost people?" Feng Zhao was almost certain that the figure that was much, much taller than a human being, came from the extremely cold land.

"Does Putuo Temple have anything to do with them?" Feng Zhao muttered in his heart, and then with the doubts in his heart, he jumped forward and followed the huge figure.

The huge figure obviously knew that his appearance in the ancestral Buddha Mountain was not an acceptable thing, so he deliberately hid his figure and tried to walk under the lush trees.

But with Feng Zhao's cultivation, of course, he easily found him, and then followed him from a distance, and then slowly walked to a small courtyard in Shanyin.

The topography of the summit of the Ancestral Buddha Mountain is extremely open and gentle, as if the whole mountain is cut off from it, naturally forming a huge stone flat, but because the stone statue of the Buddha in the middle of the stone flat is too tall, it seems a little small, just like a tile under the feet of the Buddha.

And this courtyard is on the opposite side of this stone statue. It's this small courtyard.

Feng Zhao didn't dare to get too close to the small courtyard, because he knew that it was not difficult for Zhijing's cultivation to sense where he was, so what he could do was to stay as far away from the two of them as possible.

At the edge of his gaze, Feng Zhao saw a somewhat dilapidated door.

The moonlight has been slanted, the shadow of the Buddha statue, almost covering the entire foothills of the back mountain, the cave in the small courtyard looks like it is at the other foot of the Buddha statue at this time, and it is extremely quiet, and the green vines between the stone walls seem to have turned into black thick lines.

There is a natural hole in the cliff between the green vines, there is a square stone flat in front of the hole, and the place adjacent to the mountain road is built with firewood and grass branches at will, which is the broken door that people see, and the lock latch on the door is hidden with rust, and it can be seen that it is rarely opened at ordinary times.

But today's door has been opened.

The wind blew the green trees, the mountain stream was silent, Feng Zhao was shocked and speechless, because the person he had always wanted to see was sitting on a stone chair under a willow tree in the courtyard at this time, with his back to the grass gate of the small courtyard, and he didn't turn to look at the strange person even though the wind was strong.

Zhijing, who is the host of Putuo Temple, is naturally very old.

It's just that Zhijing seems to be a little different.

In the summer, the old monk has already put on a thick cotton monk's robe, looking extremely afraid of the cold, wearing such a thick clothes, but not looking bloated, you can imagine how thin the body under the monk's robe is.

"Master Zhijing?" the ghost clan finally spoke first, of course, there is no such thing as a class here, only whose territory is in charge.

And the ghost people are still a little anxious after all.

"It's me. The old monk's tone was very weak, as if it would be broken in the next moment, but the ears that came into the ghost clan did not receive the slightest influence because of the distance, even Feng Zhao, who was hiding in the extreme distance, heard it clearly when he was afraid of being discovered and did not use his essence.

"I am here on behalf of the patriarch of my holy clan, and I don't know if your apprentice has reported it to you. "The ghost people like to get straight to the point, so after the second sentence, there is no more temptation to be false and real.

"Give me a suitable reason. Master Zhijing's calm words finally fluctuated a little, as if this was also the most difficult level in his heart to cross, or he already had an answer in his heart, and the difference was just a reason.

"The reason is simple. The Buddha said that all beings are equal, why can't my ghost clan survive. The high priest's body, hidden under his cloak, straightened silently, and then took off the hat that had been covering his head.

Zhijing finally turned around, Feng Zhao's eyes were slightly yellow and wilted, and his spirit seemed to be sick, or his energy was very weak.

What could make an immeasurable realm master so depressed?Feng Zhao muttered in his heart.

Zhijing's appearance was obviously beyond the high priest's expectations, and Zhijing was obviously shocked to see the true face of the ghost people, after all, they only appeared in the classics.

"Buddhism is compassionate, of course, it regards the world as a common being. It's just that the noble chief wants me to do something in Putuo Temple, I'm afraid it's unlikely. ”

"The master misunderstood what we meant, I just hope that the master and the Putuo Temple can lend a helping hand to save the lives of the ghost clan in times of crisis, then I will be grateful. Moreover, this is not harmful to the Putuo Temple and the master, is it?"

Zhijing didn't speak, pursed the corners of his dry mouth as if he was sitting in the final battle between heaven and man.

"Master don't forget, only Putuo Temple in this world can be called as high as the sky, but now it has declined. He stretched out the two words very long, and there was inevitably a hint of ridicule in his tone.

The words of the high priest were heart-wrenching, and Zhijing's complexion changed again, and there was not even a trace of blood. Then Mo Ran gritted his teeth and nodded lightly in the moonlight.

Feng Zhao was dumbfounded.