Lichen completely relinquished control of his body and let Venerable Jueyuan take him on a journey through the air.

He didn't know what this Venerable was thinking before, but the reason why he himself dissipated the fear of flying in the air in his heart was not because he was completely accustomed to this feeling, but because he knew that with the old monk beside him, let alone just flying in the air, even in the face of demons and beasts, he could not have any danger.

If Venerable Jueyuan had fallen to his death in the valley with a mistake when he was flying with him in the air, I am afraid that this old Venerable would have been able to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

The two of them ran in this sea of clouds for a while, and Venerable Jueyuan finally slowed down and slowly fell towards the mountain rocks.

In front of them was a low hill, and there were no strange rocks standing on this mountain, nor did it feel like it was standing tall or tall, just like an ordinary hill.

If it weren't for Venerable Jueyuan's nod, I'm afraid that Lichen would never have imagined that the abbot of the Xuankong Temple of Thousand Buddha Mountain would actually live in such an ordinary hill.

Venerable Jueyuan did not fall directly down the mountain, but took him to step on a small mountain path in the middle of the mountain, this mountain road has no traces of mortal hands, and there are weeds on both sides of the mountain road, which are obviously stepped out by the footsteps of people walking here.

In the secret realm of this Luohan Hall, the cultivators are all Venerables of the royal realm, and each of them has the cultivation of flying for nine days, but in this low mountain, everyone can step out of such a mountain road, obviously the Venerable who came here did not directly step on the top of the mountain with the ability to fly, but landed here and walked up the mountain with two feet.

Maybe this is also a kind of respect for the abbot Zen master, looking at this low hill, I can't help but feel grateful.

If it is in the outside world, such an ordinary small hill, it is impossible for the Arhat who has cultivated to the sky to measure it by footsteps, but here it makes the people stop, perhaps this is the so-called "the mountain is not high, there is an immortal name".

Seeing that Uncle Jueyuan had already walked along the mountain road, the dust also dispersed the thoughts in his heart, and followed the footsteps of Uncle Jueyuan on this quaint mountain road.

This mountain is indeed excessively low, and with his cultivation in the realm of a grandmaster, he did not feel tired at all, so he walked to the top of the mountain, which was even lower than the Buddha pavilion on the top of the mountain where the Buddha bell was enshrined in the Bodhi Secret Realm.

When he walked up to the top of the mountain, the appearance of the mountain was also presented in front of his eyes, although he had expected it, but the simplicity of it still made him look sideways slightly.

On the top of this hill, there is no stupa Buddha hall as he imagined, and it is empty as far as the eye can see, only a bamboo forest and an old tree, swaying in the wind.

In front of the bamboo forest, a simple bamboo building stands here, and it looks like it is completely made of local materials, and it is built with the green bamboo in this mountain. The old tree stood on one side of the bamboo building, the sparse branches and leaves reflected the speckled shadows, but on its curved branches, but with a rope sleeve, hung an ancient Buddha bell, shining in the sunset.

When he walked up this hill, his eyes were subconsciously attracted by the Buddha bell hanging on the crooked old tree, I don't know if it was the Buddha clock in the Bodhi Secret Realm that impressed him too deeply, when his eyes fell on this Buddha bell, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

This Buddha bell is very similar to the one hung on the top of the mountain Buddha pavilion, although it is much smaller than the Buddha bell, but the inscription on it is the text of the bell and the Buddha's treasure is no different, it is simply carved out of a mold.

Lichen retracted his gaze, but he subconsciously felt that this Buddha bell had a miraculous brewing, and it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

As if to verify his conjecture, Venerable Jueyuan walked here, bowed slightly to the Buddha bell and bowed slightly, and bowed before walking towards the simple bamboo building.

He didn't say a word, and followed behind his uncle step by step, but he subconsciously emptied the thoughts in his heart, leaving only a sense of devotion to the teachings of Buddhism and scriptures.

Although he is not facing the empty words Zen master, but the abbot master of Qianfo Mountain is an even more unfathomable existence, this is the master of a holy land, and it is naturally more awe-inspiring than the old monk who is silent.

If that empty words Zen master has cultivated the Buddhist "He Heart Channel", then no one can say what kind of magical power the abbot master who is in charge of the holy land has comprehended. In front of this Zen master, it is really unwise to have ghostly thoughts in his heart.

Venerable Jueyuan held the Buddha ceremony in one hand, slowly walked into the bamboo building, looked into it, but his eyes showed a slight look of surprise, and then bowed to the Buddha, recited "Amitabha", and then stopped speaking.

And Lichen, who followed him closely, stepped into the bamboo building, and when he looked up, the expression on his face suddenly froze. If it weren't for the state of mind he had polished during this period of time, he would have been able to think of the sky as if he hadn't been shocked, I'm afraid that he would have to turn his mind subconsciously.

In the bamboo building, two monks in robes sit facing each other, in front of them, a pair of elegant chessboards are suspended in the air, two monks, one holds a black child, one holds a white child, is in the game.

At this time, the two monks who were playing against each other, one of them had a fair face, and there was no trace of vicissitudes on his face, if it weren't for the pair of long white eyebrows that had fallen down, I am afraid that no one would be able to see the meaning of old age from his face.

And the one opposite him, the word "old" has already been written on his face. It was a wizened old monk, his face was full of vicissitudes of life, and the wrinkles on his face were so crowded together that it was almost impossible to see where his eyes were. Judging by his age, at least at the age of 100, it is the Zen master of empty words who has been seen in the Jialanbao Temple.

I'm really afraid of something.

Lichen smiled bitterly in his heart, if he hadn't forcibly controlled his state of mind with his will and emptied his thoughts, he would probably have complained in his heart by now.

You said that you are so old at such an age, why don't you stay in the temple to knock scriptures and recite Buddha, and climb all the way to this small mangosteen building?

Lichen sighed in his heart, but he honestly stood behind his uncle and said nothing.

Looking at Uncle Shi again, Venerable Jueyuan looked at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart at this time, looking like he was about to settle down, obviously not intending to disturb this chess game.

Although he is a high-ranking monk in the realm of Venerable, the two in front of him, one is the abbot of the temple, and the other is also a holy monk of the "empty" generation, no matter which one is qualified to let him stand on the side, naturally there will be no complaints.

It's just that Lichen looked at the black and white two sons covered in the chess game, but he couldn't help but stick out his tongue in his heart.

How long will this be?