The waves are surging and the waves are coming one after another, and every time you hit the riverbank, you will leave a lot of fresh fish shells, attracting many mortal fishermen to wait here.

Suddenly, one of the fishermen pointed to the distance and shouted, "Immortals, another immortal is coming!" ”

The people looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, in the middle of the waves, there was a small boat drifting with the waves, but it was walking very steadily. On the top of the boat, a man dressed in white stood in the wind, although he could not see his face clearly, his bearing was heartbreaking.

Near this sea, many mortals make a living from fishing, I heard the old man say, there will be traces of immortals here every few decades, at that time, they will have a lot of harvest, and they don't need to go out to sea by boat, as long as they wait on the shore, they can get a lot of fish, and if they are lucky, they can even pick up extremely precious fish or pearl corals and so on. Therefore, this sea is also nicknamed the "Sea of Immortals".

It's just that when everyone got up, they found that even the people and boats had disappeared.

The treasure ship that Xie Zhenghong was on was quickly shattered and dissolved in the sea. Xie Zhenghong flew out in time and flew towards the aura-heavy land on the other side.

Although there are many Buddhist practices in the small world of scriptures, it is still not worth mentioning compared to mortals.

Bounded by the sea, on one side are countless towns and villages inhabited by mortals, and on the other side are the places where monks cultivate.

The Buddhist cultivators in the small world of the Sutras seem to think that too much contamination of cause and effect will affect the Dao mind, so they draw boundaries and do not mix with each other. It's just that occasionally someone will run to the other side to collect apprentices to see which children have fairy fate. It's just that the aura on the other side is thin, and it is almost difficult to give birth to children with good qualifications, which also ensures the safety of both parties.

Facts have also proved that although the monks on the other side of this move wasted some good seedlings, it also made many Buddhist cultivators not touch the red dust cause and effect, and soon officially entered the Tao, and many good seedlings have also been produced over the years.

For such a move, Xie Zhenghong did not have any idea.

After all, the pros and cons of the implementation of a program have been carefully analyzed at the beginning. At the very least, this will allow those mortals to live in peace and not be harmed by the fights of the monks. In addition, Buddhist cultivation in the small world of scripture and Tibet occupies the vast majority, and demon cultivation is almost extinct here. It's not an exaggeration to say that this is a paradise.

When Xie Zhenghong flew to the other side, he restrained the momentum and spiritual power of his late Jindan monks, secretly informed Wen Chunxiang, and walked to this realm famous for many Buddhist cultivators.

The town that Xie Zhenghong is going to at the moment is not big or small, and it is impossible to say that it is famous, but there are still a few famous Buddhist cultivators, so there is still a little status in many towns.

Here, there is no country, and there are many affiliated sects of Buddhism, but these sects are not very careful, and they just symbolically put a few disciples here as a place for training.

Xie Zhenghong was wearing a monk's robe, but it was not strange that he was dressed like ink here, and even he saw a lot of monks dressed the same as himself, and there were even many women inside.

Here, many people want to do Buddhist practice, and the atmosphere dictates it, so Buddhist attire is also very popular.

Xie Zhenghong walked in this town, but occasionally someone would get in the way of his excellent bearing to take a few more looks, but there was no special trouble.

Wen Chunxiang also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was ready to see a large wave of bald donkeys when he came here, but fortunately, this place is not very big, not a Buddhist base camp, although there are occasionally a few bald monks in the crowd, but it is still barely within the acceptable range.

Belch!

It's like you don't like rats and cockroaches, but you have to travel to their nests.

"Seniors don't have to be so nervous." After staying with Wen Chunxiang for a long time, occasionally Xie Zhenghong would make some innocuous jokes, "The poor monk hasn't figured out where to go to class?" ”

"It's pretty much the same where to go anyway." Wen Chunxiang glanced up at Xie Zhenghong and said. "When the time comes, remember to remind me, I'll just block the perception directly." Out of sight, out of mind.

"The poor monk will remember." Xie Zhenghong replied.

"Isn't this guest also here to participate in the selection of the 'Wufu Temple'?" In the inn, a shopkeeper who was about the fourth or fifth floor of Qi cultivation said with a smile.

In the small world, building a foundation is already a great achievement, comparable to the Jindan monks in the middle world, and naturally they will not show up to be a small shopkeeper.

Seeing Xie Zhenghong come over, the shopkeeper introduced himself with a smile, "Little Lao'er has no surname Sun, and he has been working here for many years. I see that the guest is extraordinary, and you are dressed as a Buddha, so I asked more, if you are offended, please don't be with the little old man in general. ”

Xie Zhenghong nodded, "Shopkeeper Sun doesn't need to be like this, the poor monk really came here to learn something." It's just that I'm not familiar with it for the first time, and it would be better if the shopkeeper could introduce one or two to the poor monks. ”

Shopkeeper Sun doesn't think there's anything wrong with Xie Zhenghong's self-proclaimed, many people will call themselves that.

"The little old man is not talented, some rude words, please listen to the guests." Shopkeeper Sun seemed to have a great desire and desire to speak, and seeing Xie Zhenghong so polite, he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

It just so happens that there are not many guests at this time, so it doesn't hurt to be lazy and talk to Xie Zhenghong.

It turns out that in this thousands of miles around, Wufu Temple can be called a big faction here. Similarly, it is also one of the affiliated sects of the Huayan Sect in the Daochun Middle World. Here, there are almost ten affiliated sects of Huayan Sect, and Wuyan Temple can almost rank sixth or seventh, and it is not the last to reach the forefront. But in this world, it is also a well-known sect.

Because the rules of the management of these Buddhist sects are extremely strict, no killing, no eating meat, no Taoist companions, and almost living an ascetic-like life, such harsh practice makes the Buddhist culture in the small world of Sutra and Tibet thriving. It's just that in this way, the practice becomes a bit boring. Therefore, these sects will also make some activities.

Every five years, these sects will have a big competition, and the winners of the big competition will be eligible to be recommended to the main sect of the Middle World. The rest of the top performers can also have a Joyful Zen exercise.

With this practice of joyful meditation, these Buddhist practitioners can find like-minded people to practice together without being restricted by the precepts, so in this slightly boring practice, it is a very enviable and sought-after thing.

In the last big competition of the sect, Wufu Temple won the sixth place again, and it has not been in the top three for hundreds of years. Therefore, after losing again in the last big competition, he learned to turn over the 'Broken Dust Temple' and allocated half of the disciple quota to give some Buddhist cultivators who wanted to apprentice but were not allowed to enter, hoping to pick good talents from these people.

Originally, almost all the disciples of these affiliated sects relied on the disciples in the sect to accept disciples and promote Buddhism, which made the black-box operations increase all of a sudden. Although the precepts are there, there are still ways for the disciples of these sects to enjoy a lot of things.

The number of disciples in Wuyu Temple could originally accept ten disciples per person, but now it has been cut in half, and the remaining disciples have to be selected and worshiped under different Buddhist cultivators. It's just that this year happens to be the first year of reform and reform, so the disciples who have been selected cannot apprentice for the time being, and can only follow the disciples in the sect to listen to the lectures and practice first. Even so, it still attracted a large number of people to come and participate in the selection, hoping to enter the Wufu Temple to practice.

This practice has been practiced in the Broken Dust Temple for several years.

The temple began practicing this practice about 20 years ago, and at one point was ridiculed by the other nine temples as violating the meaning of "karma". It's just that the Broken Dust Temple has been at the bottom of the ranking for many years, and this method is also a last resort.

Who knows, thirteen years ago, the Broken Dust Temple advanced one place, rose to ninth, breaking the curse at the end of ten thousand years, and then eight years ago, it rose to the eighth again, and three years ago, the Broken Dust Temple rose to the seventh again, approaching the sixth Wufu Temple. Seeing that it would be a big competition in another two years, Wuyu Temple was afraid that he would be trampled on by the Broken Dust Temple, so he had to do the same thing.

I don't know if Wufu Temple did it on purpose, and deliberately chose to recruit disciples at the same time as Broken Dust Temple.

Although the ranking of Wufu Temple is only one place higher than that of Broken Dust Temple, its background and prestige over the years are better than that of Broken Dust Temple, and this practice has really attracted many monks. Although the Buddhist monks of the Broken Dust Temple were angry at the shameless behavior of the Wuchen Temple, they could not force the monks to apprentice, so they had to pinch their noses and admit it.

After the shopkeeper Sun finished speaking, he seemed to be very happy about this phenomenon.

After all, these temples have always been relatively high, and it is still beneficial for casual cultivation to lower their bodies and recruit disciples in the final analysis.

"So what does the shopkeeper think, which one is better, the Wufu Temple or the Broken Dust Temple?" Xie Zhenghong continued to ask.

"This ...... Strengths. Shopkeeper Sun said with some hesitation, "Wufu Temple has just started recruiting disciples this time, and it may not be as good as Broken Dust Temple in some aspects, but in terms of overall strength, as well as the number of famous Buddhist cultivators, Wufu Temple is higher." "Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many people who came here to participate in the Wufu Temple's apprenticeship ceremony.

"Thank you, shopkeeper Sun." Xie Zhenghong smiled, left a few spirit stones and left.

"Little monk, are you going to the Broken Dust Temple?" Wen Chunxiang said firmly.

"Exactly." Xie Zhenghong is sure.

The Broken Dust Temple is obviously doing a better job in casual cultivation, and it recruits more disciples, so it will be a little looser in the supervision of these casual cultivators. Wuyu Temple is different, the first time to do such a thing to accept disciples, I am afraid that every disciple will be strictly guarded. At that time, once there is a conflict between the disciples outside and the disciples of the main sect, there will still be a lot of trouble in the end.

The Broken Dust Temple and the Wufu Temple are not far apart, and compared to the Wufu Temple, the number of monks here is less.

"I'm going to wash my eyes again." Wen Chunxiang hurriedly withdrew his consciousness and said with some anger.

Here in the Broken Dust Temple, many monks who came to participate in the apprenticeship ceremony were ordained and ordained, and those with hair and those without hair were almost three-seven.

Xie Zhenghong touched his hair and muttered, "Why don't the poor monks try to shave their heads?" ”

"You dare!"

Wen Chunxiang's ears were too sensitive, and almost as soon as Xie Zhenghong's voice fell, the voice of opposition rang out.

"Little monk, if you dare to shave here, this seat will ...... I'll sing you one hundred and eighty touches! ”