When several Lang officials came to the gate of the inner courtyard, the disciple who was thrown out had already stood up, dusted off his body, glanced at the Lang officials with a sigh, and said, "Don't bother you, I will leave." With that, he walked straight towards the gate of Longshan Academy.

Seeing that although this disciple does not have a single hair on the top of his head, his face is like a crown of jade, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and he looks like a celestial person, which makes people look inexplicably admired.

Therefore, they did not urge the disciple, and let him walk towards the door on his own, but silently followed behind, wondering in their hearts why this disciple was thrown out of the inner courtyard by several people.

Zong Wusheng stood not far away, looking at the back of the disciple intently, repeating in his heart what the Chess Immortal Transmission had said, and decided to go to the disciple to ask what was going on.

"Come back to the Lang Mansion with me, from today on, you are not allowed to leave the Lang Mansion without my order for half a step!"

Zong Wusheng glanced at Shi Potian, who was fighting with people, smiled slightly, and followed into the Lang Guanyuan and returned to that room. As soon as I entered the room, I heard the sound of the wooden door locking from the outside.

"Can you restrain me?" Zong Wusheng said a word of contempt at the door, summoned the Heavenly Hanging Needle to sketch out of thin air, and the Heavenly Gate suddenly appeared.

After passing through the Heavenly Gate, Zong Wusheng had already come to the bottom of the Shimen Fang of Longshan Academy. Looking around left and right, I saw the disciple walking lonely towards the bottom of the mountain.

"This senior brother, please wait—"

The bald disciple stopped leisurely, turned around to check, and found that it was a young man, and then asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Zong Wusheng hurried up and walked side by side with him, heading down the mountain.

"Senior brother's surname?" Zong Wusheng asked politely.

The bald disciple heard that Zong Wusheng was gentle and polite, which was not at all comparable to the gang of gentlemen in the inner courtyard of Longshan Academy, so he immediately lowered his vigilance and responded: "My name is Yu Geng, what about you?" ”

"There is no saint."

"Hello Zong Gongzi."

Zong Wusheng smiled and nodded, and then asked, "Dare to ask why they kicked you out of the academy?" ”

When Yu Geng heard the questioning, he sighed again and said quietly: "I just wanted to go and see the Battle Saint Corridor, but I didn't expect to be discovered by them and report to the vice president, who knew that the vice president ordered me to be kicked out of the academy without saying a word." ”

Zong Wusheng listened and thought about it, and the chess immortal sent him a message about the Battle Saint Corridor, saying that Chu Ge was now trapped in the Dragon Tomb, and if he wanted to come out, he could only wait for a disciple to pass the test of the Battle Saint Corridor before he could open the exit of the Dragon Tomb.

I know that all this is related to the War Saint Corridor. Then he asked, "Does Senior Brother Yu Geng know what is inside the Battle Saint Corridor?" ”

"Actually, I didn't go in, I just looked at the entrance, and I felt that there seemed to be a very familiar aura inside, like the aura of our tribe's holy land."

"Tribe?" Zong Wusheng asked suspiciously, "What tribe are you?" ”

"Childe doesn't know." Yu Geng explained as he walked: "Our tribe is in the depths of the Danxia Mountains, with a long history, and has lived a secluded life for generations, and some people once called us ascetics......

Zong Wusheng listened carefully to Yu Geng's story, and a trace of curiosity gradually grew in his heart. According to Yu Geng, their tribe has a history of 1,000 years, but they have lived in seclusion in the mountains for generations, not moving around with the outside world. Just last year, their tribal leader divined a hexagram, and the hexagram showed that the lost civilization of their tribe could be found in Longshan Academy, so all the tribe owners gathered together valuable things in their homes and sent Yu Geng to Longshan Academy to find them.

Yu Geng came to Longshan Academy for a year, and he has been cultivating in Kunwu Academy, and he has not found anything related to their tribe. Just at the disheartened stall, Yu Geng felt a hint of familiarity late at night, so he quietly followed the breath to find it, and unconsciously came to the front of the Battle Saint Corridor.

He was sure that the familiar aura was emanating from the Battle Saint Corridor, and he wanted to enter to see what was going on. Who knows, before he entered, he was discovered by the disciples of the academy who had been following him all the way, and without saying a word, he took him down and reported it to the vice dean.

So, there was the scene that was thrown out just now.

After listening to Yu Geng's story, Zong Wusheng asked, "What are your plans in the future?" ”

"What else can I do?" Yu Geng stopped, looked at Zong Wusheng and said, "I can only go back to the tribe." ”

"I was actually kicked out of the academy, and I'm worried that I have no place to stay, so I wonder if I can follow you back to the tribe for a while?"

Yu Geng was a little troubled, except for him coming out of the tribe over the years, no outsider had been to their tribe, and he was not sure to bring Zong Wusheng back, would it cause the tribal leader to be disgusted?

Zong Wusheng observed Yu Geng's expression and knew that he was in some trouble, so he said, "Amitabha! ”

Hearing the inexplicable words from Zong Wusheng's mouth, Yu Geng's mind was suddenly shocked, and a sense of familiarity arose in his heart, which seemed to be the same as the breath in the Battle Saint Corridor.

"What do you mean by 'Amitabha'?"

When Zong Wusheng was in China, he had an inexplicable reverence for Buddhist culture, and he naturally knew a lot about Buddhism, and he did not hide it, and he said: "Amitabha Buddha is a Zen saying, from a sacred group, who have passed on the Dharma heart seal all their lives, teaching the world to understand cause and effect, so as to accumulate virtue and do good. ”

Yu Geng seemed to be very thirsty for Buddhist knowledge, listened carefully to Zong Wusheng's narration, and thought that what this person said seemed to be what he was looking for, so his eyes exuded firmness, and said: "Yu Geng asked Zong Gongzi to follow me back to the tribe." ”

Zong Wusheng smiled, folded his hands, and nodded slightly. Seeing the namaste ceremony, Geng Geng was shocked again, unconsciously folded his hands and bowed back.

"Let's go."

He was still pondering why he was here, and after being gently summoned by Zong Wusheng, he recalled his thoughts, and walked side by side with him thoughtfully.

When the two came to the bottom of the mountain, it was already midday, and a round of red sun jumped out of the peaks and peaks, sprinkling the first rays of brilliance for the mountains. Along the way, Zong Wusheng has been telling Yu Geng about the knowledge of Buddhism, and Yu Geng is like a hungry and thirsty student, listening carefully to his narration, and every time he hears the subtleties, he will show joy and applaud softly.

The tribe where Yu Geng is located is located in the depths of the Danxia Mountains, where people are sparsely populated and the roads are difficult to travel. The two walked for three days and three nights, and only then did Geng say "half gone".

The two of them were now in the depths of the Danxia Mountain Range, there was no road in front of them, and the road was full of thorns.

Yu Geng took the lead and walked towards the depths of the dense mountain forest, and where he passed, the trees were bent by the breath and fell to the sides, forming a path. Zong Wusheng followed behind him and slowly walked along the path opened up by Yu Geng.

The two of them moved forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and slept in the open. When you are thirsty, you will go to the mountain spring to drink, and when you are hungry, you will pick some wild fruits to satisfy your hunger.

After Zong Wusheng told all the way and Yu Geng studied all the way, the two walked for three days and three nights again, and finally came to a mountain stream in the early morning of the sixth day.

The two of them stood on the top of the steep cliff with misty clouds, looking at the sea of clouds in front of them, and Zong Wushengdun was arrogant: "The mountain is high and the man is the peak!" ”

The morning sun rises, radiating thousands of golden rays from the clouds and mist. The mist was gradually dispelled by the sunlight, revealing a corner of its true face.

I saw that in the clouds and mist, the strangely shaped mountains were revealed.

At first glance, Zong Wusheng was stunned, and the mountains together turned out to be in the shape of a reclining Buddha. Zong Wusheng naturally knew that among the Buddhist knowledge he learned in China, his knowledge of the Buddha's nirvana (death) was particularly profound.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha knew that he was about to attain Nirvana, so he went to the river of Kushnaka and took a bath, placed a rope bed in the middle of a place with two Brahma trees on each side, and passed away lying on his right hand on his side.

Therefore, the reclining Buddha unearthed in China in the future is in this posture.

Zong Wusheng looked carefully, the reclining Buddha formed by the mountains was clearly outlined, and the facial features were clearly visible, but after seeing the appearance of the reclining Buddha, he was a little surprised.

The Buddha statues in China are generally solemn and kind. However, the face of this reclining Buddha is hideous and terrifying, giving people a shocking sense of warning.

Zong Wusheng was pondering, and the sun was already rising, and the white fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and the scenery in the mountain stream was in full view. Zong Wusheng looked at the scene in his eyes in surprise, and was suddenly shocked again.

I saw that the reclining Buddha-shaped mountains actually looked like suspended peaks, and there was no connection with the land below the mountain stream. Only a rattan with the thickness of a water urn on both sides of the mountains hangs the whole mountain. As for where the rattan hangs in the sky, Zong Wusheng can't see it.

"The clouds have cleared, and we can reach the tribe through the drawbridge." Yu Geng reminded him, interrupting Zong Wusheng, who was still in shock.

Zong Wusheng retracted his thoughts and looked in the direction of Yu Geng's finger, there was a two-foot-wide suspension bridge between the top of the mountain under his feet and the lying Buddha Mountain opposite, the suspension bridge was supported by thick rattan, and it was swaying under the mountain wind, looking extremely dangerous.

"Don't be afraid, the drawbridge is strong, look at me." As he spoke, he stepped on the suspension bridge with one foot and jumped on it a few times, the suspension bridge was more powerful except for shaking, and there was no sign of breakage, Zong Wusheng was a little relieved, and tentatively stepped on one foot and slowly moved the gravity to the suspension bridge.

Yu Geng led the way with light steps, and Zong Wusheng cautiously followed behind him, and he had already walked out halfway to the middle of the suspension bridge.

From a distance, the two of them were bathed in sunlight, and their bodies were as small as ants between the towering mountains.

Finally, the two came to the opposite side, Zong Wusheng really stepped on the waist of the sleeping Buddha, and looked behind the Reclining Buddha Mountain, and the patchwork of wooden structures was in full view.

At the foot of the mountain behind the Buddha Mountain, there is a large open space, with various wooden structure houses of strange style, and there are wooden pagoda-shaped buildings standing in twos and threes.

"This is our tribe, let's go quickly."

Zong Wusheng led the way and came to the entrance of the tribe. The gate square built by the wooden fence is about ten zhang high, and the top of the gate square is full of triangular red and yellow flags.

As far as the eye could see, around every building in the tribe, there were four ropes covered with red and yellow flags, wedged into the earth by iron pegs. The bunting on the rope is hunting in the breeze.