The top of the mountain of Buddhism is covered with snow all year round, white and immaculate, and those monks who have stepped on the snow will only leave a mark, and will not have any filth.

The Sanskrit sound of the temple is mixed with incense, lingering on the top of the vast mountain, which cannot be dispersed all year round, making it impossible to tell whether it is clouds or fog.

The temple has red tiles and white walls, red is the color of incense and candles, and white is the color of light.

The old monk knocked one after another in front of the statue of the Buddha, and every movement was extremely disciplined and pious, and behind him, the rest of the monks were also the same.

Light comes down from heaven to dispel darkness, and the Son is light.

Even the rest of the Buddha statues are ranked after the Holy Son.

At the end of an hour, many monks got up, and their bodies were extremely holy, as if bathed in brilliance, and they were all sublimated.

After that, they retreated in an orderly manner, or returned to the temple at the bottom of the mountain, or went to chop wood, fetch water and cook rice, or went to walk down the mountain to help the world.

Master Wuyi did not leave, walked to the old monk's side, and said, "Guardian of the Holy Saint, we may have found the Holy Son, and it is in Tianbei City......"

He recounted the experience of that day in detail, and the old monk frowned slightly.

"Is there really such a person?"

"Yes, I'm also horrified, it's just an ordinary teacher, but the merit on his body has been condensed into a small holy body, even a monk can't do it, how much merit does this have to be. ”

Master Wuyi said, "And, don't you think it's a coincidence, the Holy Envoy lives nearby, I thought it was a demon maiden before, if it is the Holy Envoy, then everything makes sense." ”

"The Holy Messenger was born with the Son. ”

"Who else knows about this?" said the old monk vigilantly.

"The Chen of the Chen family. ”

The old monk pondered: "Fortunately, the Chen family is only a secular family, and they are not closely related to the Star Clan, and the Holy Son is not as good as the supreme speaker of a monk alliance in their eyes." ”

"Like some other forces, they also care more about the demon girl, after all, the Holy Son is just the statement of our Buddhism. ”

"The identity of the Holy Son is important, I must verify it in person, you accompany me on a trip, and others don't have to bring it over, so as not to be detected by the people of the demon clan, which is not good for the Holy Son. ”

After all, if one dies, another will be born, but once the Holy Son dies, the whole world will sink.

……

In the lazy morning, Lu Feng stretched his waist, looking at the quiet sun outside and the slightly cold wind, he showed a pleasant smile, as if nothing had changed.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Lu Feng went to open the door and found that it was Mo Guantian in a god costume - a gray-black Taoist hat with some fluff, a wide Taoist robe, and a bamboo box behind it, with a special flag for god sticks inserted on it.

Lu Feng looked disdainful, of course, if he knew that this flag was a holy weapon, he might be embarrassed.

He knew that Mo Guantian was a master, but he never had any awe of this guy, because the other party was too unlike a master, a god stick who ate, drank, prostituted and gambled.

Occasionally, I come to their house to cheat for food.

Especially, when he knew that this guy was going to a certain lamp district in the capital with a long man, Lu Feng hated him.

It's just that how did he know that that time was clearly a long time to take Mo Guantian.

"Let's go and walk with me to that nerd's side. Mo Guantian didn't say a word, and pulled Lu Feng over.

"What are you looking for Teacher Chen?"

"Of course I asked him to write an inscription, but the nerd refused to give me an inscription, and every time he said that I was using it to deceive people, where am I deceiving people, it is clearly a fortune teller. ”

Mo Guantian snorted dissatisfied, and Manman also ran over.

School hasn't started yet, so Chen Anping was at home, wearing a pajamas, and smiled when he saw Lu Feng and Manman, and then looked at Mo Guantian angrily: "Why are you here." ”

"You're still a teacher, what kind of attitude, why can't I come. ”

Chen Anping was looking at a copy of "Les Miserables", and couldn't help twitching: "Every time I write you a word, you take it and sell it, it's not a ...... to sell for money."

"It's useless to put it here with me, take it and sell it, to save the girls who have lost their footing, and it is also to indirectly help you make merit. ”

"Help me write a few more, yes, on this canvas, what should I write, do the destiny of heaven?"

"It's good to write the god operator. ”

Mo Guantian couldn't help but say, so he pulled Chen Anping over, and Chen Anping sighed helplessly.

He took some pastries for Lu Feng and Manman, and studied them carefully.

Mo Guantian said impatiently: "You said that you can just use a little ink, how can you be the same as the ancient emperor." ”

"Forget it, you can take it slowly, I'll go back to the toilet first. ”

Mo Guantian is an acute child, while Chen Anping is a chronic child, very slow and slow, especially for calligraphy, every step is very slow.

Manman wasn't interested in any of this, so he ate pastries quietly next to him.

Only Lu Feng will stand by Chen Anping's side every time to observe.

"Why don't you write it?" Chen Anping said suddenly.

Lu Feng waved his hand again and again: "I'll forget it, the Taoist finally caught you at home...... And my handwriting is really not good-looking. ”

In front of Chen Anping, no one would say that his words were good-looking.

The higher the cultivation and the higher the state of mind, Lu Feng found the other party's words, and the higher the realm.

Although he accepted yesterday's events by himself, there was always a pimple in his heart, after all, the body