After eating breakfast, Leng Bing stood up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Qu Feng

Looked at the room where he had stayed for the night. It was a very simple thatched house, built alone in a mountain col, and the furnishings of the house were very simple, and the hall where he sat was only a small wooden table accompanied by two bamboo chairs. Thinking of Leng Bing living alone in this mountain, Qu Feng couldn't help but feel sad, he thought of the temple, remembered the old master, and thought of the brothers who grew up with him, although he lost his parents and relatives since he was a child, but he was not lonely, the temple gave him the warmth of his family, and he now misses his master - the old monk. The master was seventy-two years old when he rescued him in the forest, and now he is ninety years old, and Qu Feng is very afraid that one day the master will leave him.

"Big brother, what are your plans for the future?" Leng Bing walked in with his hands wiped his hands.

"Before going down the mountain, the little monk asked the little monk to go to Wutai Mountain. That's where the little monk's footsteps go. Qu Feng replied.

"Wutai Mountain is not far from here, about five or six days of walking, big brother, I'll go with you, okay?" Leng Bing's big watery eyes looked at him pitifully.

Qu Feng's heart softened all of a sudden, "Okay, you go with the little monk." He answered.

"You promised! That's great! Leng Bing jumped up like a child. The two of them casually packed some luggage, in fact, there was nothing to pack, Qu Feng's luggage was lost on Nangong Yan's Zhuangzi, Leng Bing changed out of his beggar clothes, put on a clean muslin gown, the whole person became very handsome, Qu Feng stared at him for a while, he always felt that this Bing brother was not the same as his junior brothers, what was different, he couldn't say.

The two walked all the way with each other, and finally arrived at Wutai Mountain on this day. Mount Wutai is the dojo of Manjushri Bodhisattva recorded in Buddhist scriptures, and there are countless temples and holy relics on the mountain. Qu Feng: The temple they are going to is the Eight Merit Water Xilai Temple. Buddhist scriptures, there are seven treasure pools in the Western Elysium, and the pool is filled with eight fixed waters, and this water has eight kinds of merits, one is clear, and it is different and turbid. And cold, strangely cold. Three luscious, different salty and light taste. Four are soft and heavi. Five moist, ugly and rotten faded. Lu'an and, strange explosion. Seven remove hunger and thirst, and change is cold. Eight long nourish the roots, and damage the roots. There are originally two places in the world that are the same as the eight merits of the Elysian World, one is in the Vajra seat in India (the place where the Buddha attained enlightenment), and the other is in the Xilai Temple of the Eight Merit Water of Wutai Mountain.

This temple is located on the west side of Wutai Mountain, the whole temple is not big, the apricot yellow courtyard wall, the blue-gray roof, it looks simple and solemn, the open space in the center of the temple is planted with these two towering ancient trees to add the ancient charm of this ancient temple. Under the leadership of the monk Zhike, Qu Feng and Leng Bing came to the abbot Qingmiao's reception room.

"So, you're a disciple of the Immortal Mage?" After listening to what they had to say, Master Qingmiao asked.

"Yes, the little monk visits his uncle." Qu Feng kowtowed.

"No need to be polite, please get up!" Master Qingmiao reached out and helped Qu Feng up. "I am friends with the Ageless Master, and I haven't seen Lingshan **** for several years, I don't know how he is doing?"

"Although the master is old, he is still deaf and clear-sighted, and he should be strong when he is old." Qu Feng replied.

"Good! That's good, hehehe! Master Qingmiao smiled heartily.

"It's so lively! Do you have any happy events today? "There was a slender woman coming in from outside the door, she was Nangong Yan.