"It's just a mountain, it's just a few more kneeling, if the master doesn't mind, then the disciple can do it!"

Jiang Yunfei grinned, as if he saw everything very indifferently, and said with a hippie smile.

Seeing this, he withdrew his gaze, bowed his head slightly, looked at the figure on the altar in the distance, and said lightly:

"According to what you said, tomorrow at noon, Jiang Yunfei will climb the mountain to apprentice, kneel and worship, and pay homage to the immortals, if he can't reach the top of the mountain in time before sunset, then the cooperation between you and me will be stopped, and this seat will never be mentioned again in the future. ”

When the words fell, he didn't wait for Nezha to answer, and went down the mountain leisurely, and everyone behind him followed suit, but they all frowned, looked at Jiang Yunfei, who didn't care about it, and then looked at the figure of the master (sect master), and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, sighing speechlessly.

From this point of view, they are more worried than Jiang Yunfei.

Only Xu Tong has been silently supporting Jiang Yunfei's every decision, holding his hand tightly, every time he turns around, the two of them seem to have a soul in their hearts, looking at each other and smiling, that quiet and gentle smile, as if it is the first ray of sunshine after the rain, enough to dispel any cold haze.

For the scene of some dog abuse in front of him, not only the disciples, but even the elders are now no longer surprised, and their eyes swept over, as if they turned a blind eye, and took the initiative to purify and ignore the two.

Just after everyone went down the mountain, Nezha, who had been indifferent, suddenly looked up at the sky, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes, and he stood there for a long time before he heard a murmuring sigh:

"Master, the disciple doesn't know whether the decision made today is right or wrong, and if you know, I hope you don't blame the disciple. ”

The sound faded faintly, the wind swept the clouds, the blades of grass were waving, and there was silence all around, and there was no trace of Nezha on the altar of gods and demons.

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In the reckless southern Xinjiang, there are moon rabbits running around, and the golden crow is on the land.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Xuantian Sect, there were still dark clouds and no light in the sky, and it rained all night with a gentle wind and drizzle, and finally after a thunderclap tore, a violent wind was set off.

Under the dark sky, a young monk carried a pitch-black war knife, wearing an old monk's robe, stepping on the morning rain and dew, walking slowly from the end of the vast mountain road, not in a hurry, his eyes were tranquil, as if he had seen through everything in the world, no sorrow, no joy, no anger,

It is the contemporary walking of Pure Land Zen Buddhism, the Sanzang Buddha!

At this moment, a thunderclap tore through the sky, the wind was blowing, and a drop of raindrops the size of beans finally broke free from the shackles of the floating clouds and fell quickly, hitting the top of his crystal bright head.

Suddenly, the glass Buddha beads twisted in Sanzang's hand, slightly paused, he raised his head and looked at the sky that was still drizzling like a spring breeze just now, but now it is a strong wind howling and thick clouds gathering, and he can't help but move his eyes slightly, looking at the mountain covered by deep clouds and mist, his hands are folded, and his mouth is noisy.

I don't know if I'm sighing at the weather at this time, or sighing at the suffering in the world.

However, there was no sorrow between his eyebrows, and he didn't see how to behave, he walked slowly, but the speed was like dust, suddenly accelerated, and every step under his feet was silent, giving birth to a golden lotus, which had five petals, each of which was as big as a millstone, and the golden light was shining, reflecting the image of a Buddha.

The mountain wind hunts, and the dust and stones fly.

However, when it swept up to him, it turned into a gentle in an instant, like a pair of delicate hands, gently brushing up his monk's robe, making his whole body flutter, like a Buddha walking in the world, giving birth to lotus step by step.

This is an amazing scene, walking barefoot, spotless, one lotus flower at a time, one Buddha at a time.

The lightning was blazing, and the frenzied flashes were intertwined, and the dark sky seemed to be torn apart, and the violent rain fell violently, and suddenly the monk's robe soaked by the Sanzang Buddha was completely momentum.

He looked up at the sky, restrained the Buddha's light breath on his body, his face was calm, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, wearing a soaked monk's robe, barefoot, and continued to move forward.

A drink and a peck, all have a destiny.

Thunder, rain and dew are all heavenly graces.

The storm poured down his bare neck and shoulders, into the monk's robe, slid across his chest, and soaked his body, giving him a feeling of cleansing away the dust and turbidity, and feeling comfortable in body and mind.

Listening to the sound, the rain falls, and it is extremely comfortable.

Smell it, the grass and trees are fragrant, free and ethereal.

In this heavy rain, Sanzang Buddha suddenly realized in his heart, step by step, the breath became more and more mysterious and natural, as if the whole person was integrated into the four sides of the world, turned into an ancient tree in the mountains, a grass, a stubborn stone, a little dust.

The darker the heaven and the earth, the black clouds pressed the mountains, and a thunderbolt that ran through the heavens and the earth tore through the sky, roaring like a dragon's roar, resounding for dozens of miles, illuminating the gloomy earth.

In the distance, I also saw an ancient temple built deep in the mountains and dense forests.

The rain was heavy, the wind was hunting, the temple was old and dilapidated and in disrepair, and in this vicious environment, the wind and clouds were shaky, and it looked as if it could collapse and shatter at any moment.

Sanzang Buddha smiled slightly, stepped forward, and walked towards the ruined temple, a dazzling thunder flashed through the sky, the golden lotus was in full bloom, and he had already crossed the distance of hundreds of zhang and stood in front of the temple.

The whole temple courtyard wall is half collapsed, the temple door is decayed, the beams are cracked, the bluestone on the ground is broken and spotted, and even the two auspicious sitting beasts at the door are also defective, giving people a sense of crumbling.

Looking up, a plaque with a blue background of gold edges, but bright and bright, towering and high, the dust on it is not clean, revealing a solemn atmosphere, on the book: Dragon Elephant King Kong Temple!

Standing at the foot of the stone steps, the Sanzang Buddha bowed down and bowed to the temple plaque, then shook the monk's robe, passed through the tattered gate, and walked in indifferently as if he was going home.

The moment he entered the Dragon Elephant King Kong Temple, the monk's robe that was originally soaked on his body also returned to dryness in an instant.

What's even more incredible is that from the outside, the entire temple is in disrepair and deserted, and it looks like it is extremely dilapidated and may collapse at any time.

However, the inside is spotless, the flowers and plants are thriving, the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Vajra Buddha is placed majestic, the fire candles are swaying, the oil wax is not dry, the broken dome is rotten, and there is not a drop of rain falling.

Holy, solemn, majestic, solemn!

This is the first feeling of stepping into this place, which will unconsciously make people feel awe, compared with the outside, it is simply different, not like the same place.

If it is those wandering ghosts, seeing this dragon elephant King Kong Temple, you can find the vast Buddha light breath in it, which shocks the heart, and does not dare to approach at all.