At the moment when the sky was about to darken, the three of them turned the mountain peak, and a slight bulge on the hillside appeared in front of them, like a landform protruding from the mountain peak.

It's even more desolate, with barely visible plants, not even trees.

At the far end of the line of sight, a kilometer away, a slightly dilapidated temple stood alone.

From a distance, there is a large hall, and the wings on both sides are also similar to the courtyard.

Looking back, it was the highest part of the mountain, but there was no way down. The hillside, although not steep, is difficult to climb.

I guess even if I see it here, I won't be able to come here again.

If you don't know the route, you will definitely miss this temple.

With Xue Lang's eyesight, he naturally couldn't see the situation of the temple in the distance, only an outline.

But he had an indescribable feeling that it was the place where the monks were going.

And here, it seems that the position that can walk has come to an end, press, and there is no other place to go.

Sure enough, Jasmine put away the compass in her hand, pointed to the temple in the distance and said, "It's the front." ”

Xue Lang didn't squeak, tossed the weight on his back, and silently followed Jasmine, who was already one step ahead.

Although the journey was very boring, the strange thing was that he was very calm in his heart.

Zuo Boyang is still the same, quite quiet, solemn, and there is no trace of irritability. Not even the posture of holding the bowl has changed.

As the three of them quickened their pace, the temple in front of them gradually became clear.

Xue Lang was more than 600 meters apart, and he saw the lacquer-colored mottled gate of the temple wide open, and six monks held ritual utensils, carrying things that he couldn't name, let alone call lamps, and stood quietly on both sides of the door.

At the foot of the door, in the middle, stands a monk in a robe, standing with one hand upright, and the other hand rubbing a string of Buddhist beads, looking down and looking down, unable to see his age.

This will, Xue Lang has seen the whole picture of the monks under the steps, and he feels like he is very old, but he can't see the old age, nor can he see the sagging skin, more than one meter seven, not fat or thin, and his appearance is very ordinary, but there is a ** that makes people worship, it seems that it is a Buddha statue, and it seems to be a score.

The pace of the three of them accelerated again, and one or two hundred meters was a minute, almost the speed of running.

♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ But no matter how fast they were, the monks still didn't move, just silently recited the scriptures.

When Jasmine arrived at the temple gate for more than thirty meters, she slowed down her pace and walked in front with her hands folded.

Xue Lang also did the same, with a Zen staff in one hand and a single palm in the other.

The seven monks in front of them still didn't move, as if they didn't see them coming.

But Jasmine's footsteps did not stop, and Xue Lang could clearly feel it.

At the moment when Jasmine was one step away from the monk at the bottom of the steps, the monk shouted a Buddha name: Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, I can't see his feet moving, but the figure floats to the side, and at the same time as no one passes by the girl, he stands on the side, still twisting the Buddha beads, and reciting the scriptures silently.

Xue Lang remembered Jasmine's precautions, although he felt that this move was strange, the monk moved strangely, he didn't even see the operation of power, but he still kept his steps, followed Jasmine, and walked straight into the slightly dilapidated temple gate.

Zuo Boyang held the bowl and bowed his head to follow, without a sound, quite quiet.

After the three of them had passed, the monk at the foot of the steps turned to follow, but still bowed his head and silently recited the scriptures.

The remaining six monks followed behind him in turn, and then the temple door closed.

Jasmine walked straight into the main hall in the middle, and took Xue Lang to the middle of the main hall, he didn't know whose Buddha statue it was, so he stopped, turned around and quickly moved the monk's body from the shelf that Xue Lang was carrying, held it, and put it behind the long offering table, I don't know if the lower right corner was ready, or it was already empty, on a futon like a rosette.

Then he took the Zen staff in Xue Lang's hand and put it on the right hand side of the monk, reflexively took the bowl in Zuo Boyang's hand and put it on the left hand side.

Only then did he signal Xue Lang to remove the gold bricks.

At the moment when Xue Lang unloaded the heavy gold bricks with the help of Zuo Boyang, he stepped forward to arrange the monk's robe, and then stepped back and took the incense and candle handed by the monk who had been standing still under the steps, and burned them in the same way.

At the moment when she inserted the incense into the incense burner, the six monks on both sides lined up the ritual utensils in their hands, and the wooden fish, copper chime, cymbals, etc., rang out in unison.

The sound is pleasant, crisp, and distant, and it makes people's hearts dusty.

Xue Lang took the incense handed by Jasmine at this moment, burned it, inserted it into the incense burner according to what Jasmine had taught before, sat on the futon in the middle in a pleasant voice, and sat in meditation with his hands folded in front of the Buddha statue.

Zuo Boyang quietly stepped aside after putting on the incense, put down his backpack, and stood quietly near the door.

The girl stood next to Xue Lang and stood with her palms together.

In the main hall, there was still no noise at this moment, no one to speak, only the crisp and melodious, but it could dispel the irritable sound of the magic weapon in the heart.

It took more than twenty minutes for the etiquette to end.

But to Xue Lang's surprise, he was not a pig's foot, or he did not receive the highest courtesy.

The general rule of not allowing women to enter the temple seems to be ineffective for girls, and, at the moment when all the voices are over, the monk who should be presiding over the place stepped forward and said in a proper manner: "The donor has worked hard, please use tea in the meditation room." ”

"Master Xie."

Jasmine's incommensurate maturity and solemnity, one palm clasped eleven salutes, and followed to the side.

Xue Lang remembered the rules, stood up and followed, and when he saw that no one paid attention to him, he didn't understand it anyway, so he followed him into the meditation room.

What he didn't expect was that the girl actually sat on the main seat, but the monk was the next one, and Xue Lang and the monk seemed to be accompanied.

But Zuo Boyang didn't follow and went to the other side room.

After drinking a cup of light tea that was almost colorless, but very fragrant, the girl closed her eyes and seemed to rest.

Xue Lang knew that this was the end, put down the teacup, glanced at the girl, looked around the meditation room, and saw that there were only a few murals, and a few ink treasures, and the room was surprisingly clean, and there was nothing.

Before he could retract his gaze, the monk bowed his head and gestured: "The donor's doubts are not something I can answer, that needs to be understood by the donor after seeing Tianjizi, but I can answer the questions that the donor wants to know." ”

Kindness?

Xue Lang instantly withdrew his gaze from the observation room and looked at the monk in surprise.

This is the second person to mention Tianjizi, except for Liu Defeated City.

The first one is the one who doesn't know if it's a resentful spirit, or Fujino Jiro's, and the second one is this monk.

Tianjizi, does he know his arrival and future results?

Xue Lang's eyes were empty, and he thought for a while and asked, "Master, is the Dharma body I sent back a senior monk here?" What is his Dharma name? ”

The monk sat down and said calmly: "Donor, my Dharma name is Wuzhen, the current host of this Qingliang Temple, the Dharma body Dharma name Huitong sent back by the donor, is the ancestor of the monk, a few decades ago, wandering did not return, passed away, accompanied by Wuben's junior disciples. ”

Shizu ......

Xue Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a lot more at ease.

He was really afraid that the other party would be a junior like his master and nephew, subverting his perception of life expectancy.

But then he was still shocked.

Following the deceased monk Huitong is the junior brother of the monk in front of him, and the junior brother of him, who is new in martial arts, is an old monk when they saw him, and now he is afraid that he is more than 100 years old.

The thought flashed, and he was shocked and gave up asking about it, and asked, "Master, do you know why Master Huitong passed away?" ”

He had already had this idea for a long time.

That monk's cultivation is definitely not low, otherwise there would be no big means to collapse the spring, nourished by the wood attribute, he should live longer, why did he die?

Wu Zhen lowered his head and said: "The ancestor was cut off from his vitality because of his good thoughts, so he passed away and waited for the destined person, and the donor was the destined person, and completed his unfinished good deeds in the following days." ”

Groove ......

Although Xue Lang had accepted a lot of metaphysical facts, he was still taken aback by this method.

Another prophet of the unknown.

Xue Lang blinked his eyes and asked, "Master, then I can be regarded as having completed Master Huitong's unfinished good deeds?" ”

Wuzhen shook his head and said, "It's not done yet. ”

Not finished......

Xue Lang's eyes were empty again.

He just thought that the monk had absorbed the particles of the wood attribute and his body was damaged and died, and he took the wood attribute crystals, which should have completed his unfinished move, but he didn't expect it to be the case.

After thinking about it, he gave up and continued to ask. He wanted to know how that sentence came from when he went mad, so he couldn't help but ask, "Master, are there any other forms of existence when people die, such as ghosts?" ”

Wu Zhen said: "The so-called ghost can be understood as the spiritual body of a living person; After the ghost is cut off, it is condensed by the spirit, and as for whether there is zài, believe, he will exist zài, and vice versa. ”

Believe it or not......

When the thought flashed, Xue Lang was just about to continue asking, but Wu Zhen Heshi bowed his head and said: "The donor is a strange person with great courage and great wisdom, although he has not entered the martial arts, but he has already glimpsed the doorway, and the donor is also a blessed person, no need to be attached to a thought, a thought to become a Buddha, a thought to be a demon, as long as the donor maintains the original intention, it is a great good." ”

Xue Lang didn't wait for his realization, his pupils shrank.

The sentence of becoming a Buddha and a demon in one thought, he has never said anything to anyone, but the monk in front of him came out.

If it weren't for the wrong voice, he even wondered if it was another soul crossing over.

He took a deep breath, thought for a while and asked, "Master, what is courage and wisdom?" ”

Wu Zhen clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said: "Brave, brave in the rapids, wise in the rapids, brave in the rapids." Amitabha. ”

Riptide......

Xue Lang fell into deep thought.

This seemed to indicate something, and the answer was not exactly an answer to his question, but it was not like, there was no hint, there was no sign.

At this moment, he thought of Xue Feng, Cui Ying, and Bai Gui, and he didn't dare to think about it carefully, because he was worried that once he made a decision, he would hurt others.

I thought about whether my arrival was a dream, how to do it in the future, and thought a lot, including grandpa, Liu Yucheng, and Zuo Boyang.

I thought about how to refine my plan and how to do it.

The confusion of thoughts made his brain confused, his thinking was disturbed, and it was difficult to sort out his thoughts.

"Amitabha."

Wuzhen said a low Buddha name, followed by what seemed to be saying to himself, "Everything in the world has a cause and effect, and it will perish in this life; Everything in the world has its own chakra, and Lun always goes back and forth; Don't be obsessed, don't be obsessed, keep the original intention, and when the fate comes, it will be solved. ”

Oh, yes......

Xue Lang's eyes lit up, and his heart was clear.

Does it matter whether your arrival is true or not, and you don't have to think about it now in the future, just do what you wanted to do at the beginning, why bother thinking about it?

Thinking about it, he clasped his hands together and saluted: "Thank you, master." ”

Wuzhen also clasped his palms together and saluted, "Amitabha." ”

Then, he closed his eyes and did not move, leaving only the candlelight that burned steadily, and the flame did not flicker, as if it was asleep.

Xue Lang also took a deep breath, did not let go of his perception rashly, but his heart sank like water, and he slowly closed his eyes.