In the quiet Zen courtyard, the green smoke of the incense burner on the stone case curls, the stream gurgles, and a monk and a layman sit without saying a word.

"The younger generation acts Meng Lang, there is a disturbance to the pure land of Buddhism, please forgive the Zen master!"

Wu Ming pondered in his heart, and in line with the idea that many people are not strange, he respectfully apologized.

"Is it acting Meng Lang, or is it out of anger, or is it fearless?"

The monk smiled lightly.

"Ahem, the Zen master's eyes are like torches, and the kid is gone!"

Wu Ming's heart was shocked, and he coughed dryly.

As an atheist, the legends of gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas have always been a joke.

Even if the previous actions were indeed influenced by the demons in the heart, it was not out of the mind and body!

In the face of this monk who does not know the depths, any cover-up is obviously useless.

"You little slippery head, you've only been in Shaolin for a few months, how can you just say 'disturbing the pure land of Buddhism'?"

The monk nodded, but there was not the slightest hint of anger.

"What the Zen master taught!"

Wu Ming lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head to admit his mistakes, and became a good baby.

"What do you think of this chess game?"

The monk Wan'er, without the intention of pursuing it, pointed to the chessboard endgame.

"Juniors don't know chess!"

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, glanced at the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" with his eyes, and then looked away.

"Hehe, this remnant chess is left by the tide watcher and me back then, and it was said that it was left for future generations.

In three hundred years, you are the second descendant of the Lu family to set foot in Shaolin!"

The monk's laughter revealed a hint of remembrance.

"The Zen master said that he laughed, the younger generation's surname is Wu, not a descendant of the Lu family!"

Wu Ming's brows furrowed slightly, but his mind was running extremely fast.

In terms of blood relationship, he is indeed a relative of the Lu family, but he cannot be said to be a descendant of the Lu family.

And this first person, nine out of ten is Lu Jiuyuan!

"You are very smart, when your grandfather came to Shaolin, he didn't finish this game of chess. ”

The monk seemed to praise and sigh.

"The juniors understand what the Zen master means, but I really don't know chess!"

Wu Ming lowered his eyes and said.

"If you understand, if you don't understand, take it!"

The monk didn't think it was a pestle, and gently pushed the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" over.

"No merit is not rewarded!"

Wu Ming didn't even look at it, and refused directly.

"As a scripture keeper, you play against Huiyue, whether you win or lose, "Washing the Marrow Sutra" should give you a look. ”

The monk said lightly.

"Zen master, will my Buddha also reward the disciples who sit down?"

Wu Ming suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the monk.

"Amitabha! merit rewards and punishments, feel at ease with my Buddha!"

The slight surprise in the monk's eyes flashed away, and he proclaimed the Buddha's voice.

Wu Ming was silent, and looked at the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" and the remnant chess with some complicated thoughts, thinking a lot in his heart.

The master's actions, every word and deed have their deep meaning, especially he suspects that this monk is one of the Shaolin holy monks.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have the supernatural power that silently took him from the outer courtyard to this place.

first pointed out what he had done in the past few months, obviously in his eyes, and then pointed out the reason for the remnants, and then launched the "Washing the Marrow Sutra".

Step by step, one ring at a time, it seems to be unrelated, but in Wu Ming's heart, it seems to be intertwined into a big net!

At the center of the net is none other than himself!

"If I play against it, I'm afraid I will have to inherit the legacy of the ancestors who watched the tide. But my purpose is to wash the marrow sutra, and it should be from the beginning. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Ming raised his head with firm eyes and said loudly, "The junior wants to enter the Nine Tribulation Tower!"

"Have you figured it out?"

The monk's eyes flashed slightly.

With his cultivation realm, he can naturally see at a glance whether Wu Ming has made up his mind, but he still wants to make a final effort!

Hundreds of years of causal cycles, even if a saint is shoulder-to-shoulder, is a great burden!

"The younger generation adheres to the original heart, from the beginning to the end, please ask the Zen master to fulfill!"

Wu Ming leaned over and saluted.

"What if the poor monk insists on passing on your "Washing the Marrow Sutra"?"

The monk was silent.

"To be able to get the Zen master to pass on the scriptures, the younger generation is naturally grateful, but ...... That poem will be written too!"

Wu Ming is neither humble nor arrogant.

"You little slippery head, you're really naughty!"

The monk laughed and scolded, and pointed out angrily.

"Thank you Zen Master for being broad-minded and forgiving the kid's nonsense!"

Wu Ming said sincerely.

He knew very well that if it were not for his own cause and effect, the monks would never meet him, let alone forgive him again and again for his rude behavior.

If it were someone else, I am afraid that I would have been slapped and killed with one palm, or I would have turned a blind eye and rushed down the mountain early!

Of course, this is not something to rely on, but a way to stick to your heart!

"Anyway, the Nine Tribulation Pagoda hasn't been open for many years, if you can break through, it can be regarded as a blessing, go ahead!"

The monk smiled and waved his hand.

Airplanes!

The invisible light and shadow diffused, enveloping Wu Ming's whole body in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, cause and effect are difficult to complete, watching the tide, watching the tide, although you have been immortal for hundreds of years, you can make the poor monks and so on!

Anyway, since this son is not accepted, you can only choose one person from among your Lu descendants, calculate the time, Hui'an should also go to Shigu Academy!"

The monk was silent for a long time, looking at the remnants of the chess and muttering.

With his wisdom, he can naturally see that Wu Ming insisted on not being subject to the reason of the "Washing the Marrow Sutra".

The ancestors did not accept the legacy because they did not want to be contaminated with this cause and effect, and insisted on their own hearts.

is not subject to the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", which is also the reason, and if you want to get it by your own efforts, it still makes Shaolin Temple owe a point of cause and effect.

In this way, no matter what happens in the future, cause and effect are entangled, and Wu Ming naturally still has a reason to stay.

It seems to be seeking scriptures, but in fact, it is trapped here, using Shaolin as a barrier to resist the forces that cannot be resisted!

......

"Where is this?"

After an indescribable whirlwind, Wu Ming only felt that his body was light, and a somewhat dim place appeared, and he shook his head again and again to see where he was.

The stone tower without hundreds of zhang high is like an eternal tower, and the simple atmosphere is coming!

Whining!

At this moment, a whimper came, and the kitten was seen hanging from the bag, emerging from a ripple vortex in the void.

Shaking his head a few times, after seeing Wu Ming, he pounced happily!

"Could it be that this is the Tallinn that Huizhong said?"

Wu Ming's eyes flickered, he took a deep breath, bowed to the void with a respectful expression, and walked towards Tallinn.

Rustling!

In the silent Tallinn, only the sound of its footsteps comes and goes, which does not look like the pure land of Buddhism, but has some ghostly meaning!

But if you think about it carefully, Tallinn is mostly a place to worship the golden bodies of senior monks of the past dynasties, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cemetery.

It makes sense to have such an atmosphere!

Without rushing to find the Nine Tribulation Pagoda, Wu Ming strolled through Tallinn like a tourist.

It seems to be aimless, but in fact, he is carefully observing, taking the stone towers into his eyes, and comparing them with the Shaolin Tallinn he has been to in his memory.

Airplanes!

I don't know how long it took, the lotus lantern shook slightly, waking him up from his exploration.

"It seems that I was really too obsessed with this, which caused the demons to enter the body, and I didn't even notice it. ”

Wu Ming's heart was shocked, he patted his bags with a wry smile, didn't go any further, and went straight to find the Nine Tribulation Tower.

It's not that he just gave up, but his cultivation is too low, and if it weren't for chance, his bones would be used as mallets.

If you want to pursue such an illusory thing, you can only save it for later!

"How could it not be?"

After searching for a long time, but did not find the location of the Nine Tribulation Towers, Wu Ming was puzzled and asked the kitten to help.

Whew!

The kitten roared in a low voice, flew with its four paws, and instantly ran around the stone forest.

With the help of a pair of tiger eyes that can see things at night, the angle of view is several times wider, but after looking for a few hours, there is still no shadow of the Nine Tribulation Towers!

"The mysterious Zen master said that the Nine Tribulations Pagoda has not been opened for many years, and I am afraid that Huizhong did not tell me the truth.

Buddhism pays attention to chance, I'm afraid that if there is no fate, you won't be able to enter its door!"

After thinking for a long time, Wu Ming sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into the depths, and contemplating the "Diamond Sutra".

Although it is not clear, it does not prevent the artistic conception of this Buddhist scripture from figuring out.

Not only that, but it is also a scene that recalls the blind monk chanting the scriptures that day, inducing the monks to chant the scriptures and bless them with faith!

Airplanes!

I don't know if it's a coincidence, when his mind completely sank into it, it seemed to cause some kind of resonance of power, and the golden Buddha light on his body shimmered.

The Sanskrit phantom of the "Diamond Sutra" shook in the depths of the soul, and faintly, there seemed to be a burst of Sanskrit sound between heaven and earth, reproducing the scene of the monks chanting the scriptures that day!

Whew!

Almost at the same time, there was a breeze in Tallinn for no reason, slowly circling around Wu Ming, as if resonating with the golden Buddha light on his body!

"A leaf is blind, the ancients don't deceive me!"

Listening to the Sanskrit chanting, Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes as if he had realized something, the golden glow shimmered slightly, and a clear stone path was in front of him.

Dozens of zhang away, an inconspicuous, about 100 zhang high ancient clumsy stone tower comes into view!

In the wide open black and swarthy stone doorway, there are faint stone steps lingering up, you can't see it really, and the stone plaque above the door clearly sucks two big characters - nine difficulties!

Wu Ming did not hesitate, packed his bags, took the kitten, and walked up the stairs.

"Huh?"

But after walking for a while, he still didn't get to the second floor, Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, looked around, and found that he was still standing still.

Not far behind him, there is still a stone gate, and the dust on the stone steps clearly reveals a line of footprints, extending to the feet!

"Is ninety-nine-eighty-one difficult?

Wu Ming's eyes turned slightly, and when he saw the broom standing behind the stone gate, he walked over.

"Huh?"

As soon as I picked up the broom, the situation in front of me changed greatly, and I don't know when a transparent portal appeared, and there was an extra pair of flat poles and two buckets beside me.

After weighing it, he found that it was the same as the one he used when Zhi first took him to carry water!

"I see!"

Looking back at the footprints on the stone steps, Wu Ming smiled, picked up the flat burden, and walked into the door with the barrel.

When he was secretly frightened, the place where he walked out of the portal was where He Zhi first rested.

"Eight steps to catch cicadas, one step to one Zen machine, vicissitudes of life, one step to one scene!"

The memory is still fresh and vivid, Wu Ming smiled heartily and strode towards the mountain spring that was taken out.

Unlike the heavy burden of thousands of pounds that day, this time it was several times heavier than before, and I don't know if his mind was a little more complicated, or if it was like this!

But he didn't care, and unswervingly moved towards the goal in his heart!

When you are thirsty, you drink mountain spring water, when you are hungry, you eat rice marrow pill, when you are tired, sit on the ground, watch the sky and the moon, and completely live a savage life!