The cloud stream is curling, such as a waterfall and a curtain, the bell is melodious, and a corner of the temple is hidden in the shade of the forest, adding a bit of leisurely wild cranes, and the Zen rhyme of the clouds and light wind.

But see the visitors like weaving, laughter and laughter, sometimes there are students to call friends, talk loudly, sometimes there are good family lotus steps to move lightly, hire Tingting, enter and exit the Zen temple, and pray for the Buddha's fate.

Compared with the chaos of demons in Shenzhou and the chaos swept by demons, this place is a peaceful and prosperous scene.

For a temple that has only been built for three or five years, it is really surprising that there is such a flourishing incense, but it is obvious that the pilgrims here have long been accustomed to it.

The laughter and laughter gradually stopped, and the whispers gradually rose.

The originally bustling mountain road, pedestrians involuntarily stood on both sides, cautiously peeking at the bottom of the mountain, as if some rare characters appeared.

Especially those female relatives who went to the Buddha to worship the Buddha actually covered their faces with their hands, and through the silk handkerchief, they secretly looked at the young man in a Confucian shirt with a long body, a hand-cranked folding fan, a face like a crown of jade, and sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Although it is just one person, it is as dazzling as the sun, attracting all eyes, just one glance, you can't let go!

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a slightly heavy Buddha horn came, and everyone was stunned and came back to their senses, as if nothing happened, the play that should be played, the conversation that should be talked, and the incense of Shangxiang did not realize that he had just lost his mind.

"Hey, Master Wu is a guest from afar, why bother with the purity of Buddhism?"

No one noticed that at the end of the mountain road, in front of the stove with cigarette smoke, there was an extra black-faced monk with a sad face, five big and three thick.

"Hehe, after a farewell year, I haven't congratulated the master on the success of Buddhism, the golden body is hopeful, and the Buddha fruit is imminent!"

Wu Ming bowed and smiled slightly.

"Hey, hey, as soon as Master Wu comes, the little monk here is just beginning to become a Buddhist court, and he can't stand the toss!"

The monk said with a bitter face.

"Senior Brother Huineng is treating me as a villain, and he is going to close the door to thank you?"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"This ......"

Huineng twitched his black face, and reluctantly turned sideways and said, "Donor, please!"

"That's right!"

Wu Ming stepped forward slowly, his face was kind, only a pair of eyes were emotionless, "Which old monk just now, who wants to use Buddhism Zen to prevent me from offering incense to the Buddha?"

"Master Wu don't laugh, are you really here to worship the Buddha?"

Huineng led Wu Ming into the temple, and there were countless people along the way, but no one saw it, and he passed through an unknown number of courtyards, and soon came to a deliberately deep courtyard.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, disheartened, I wish to stay away from the red world, please be sheltered by the master, can't you?"

Wu Ming's face was serious.

If there is no best rhetorical question, I am afraid everyone will believe that this person is tired of fighting and killing, and is ready to escape into the empty door, but with the last sentence, no matter how you look at it, there is a bit of cynicism and unruliness.

"The donor's cause and effect are not solved, and I can't sit down with my Buddha!"

Huineng was silent for a while, it was rare to lose the elephant, he was compassionate, and his hands were folded, "Amitabha, good, good!"

"The Buddha said, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. Master, won't you do this?"

Wu Ming stood under the verdant ancient pines, looking at the treetops from afar, and did not turn his head back.

"This ......"

Huineng looked stunned, scratched his fat and bald head, and nodded in agreement.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, an old cough came, but I saw a skinny old monk in front of the courtyard gate, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

"Senior brother, why did you come out!"

Huineng hurriedly stepped forward to hug the old monk, full of concern.

"When I said goodbye back then, I never thought that when I would see the master again in my lifetime, it seems that the master is about to become a Buddha!"

Wu Ming greeted with a smile, there was still no smile in his eyes, and there was no coldness that made his scalp tingle and shudder.

Huineng's majestic backbone was short, and his already dark face was even more gloomy, helping the old monk to sit on the stone bench, hurriedly taking hot tea, and waiting before and after.

After working hard for the tea, the old monk took a sip of hot tea, and there was a trace of blood on his face, and in his cloudy eyes, there was a golden Buddha flower rising like fireworks, so he looked at Wu Ming fixedly.

Wu Ming was fearless, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

Even if the old monk in front of him has an almost saint-like Buddha thought, he can't imagine seeing through him who has inherited the power of the silver gray snake heart demon!

"After a farewell year, the little donor's demeanor is far from the past, which is gratifying!"

The old monk bowed slightly, folded his hands with a little difficulty, and proclaimed the Buddha's voice, "Amitabha, good, good!"

"Haha, I thought the master would subdue demons and eliminate demons, or persuade me to put down the butcher knife!"

Wu Ming smiled heartily.

"I can't persuade it, I can't lower it!"

The old monk shook his head, his two white eyebrows swayed back and forth, and said astringently, "The cause of the year, the result of today, the poor monk is dying of old age, and he is about to go to see my Buddha ......."

"Does the master think the Buddha will tolerate you?"

Wu Ming's eyes were deep.

"Wu Shizhu ......"

Huineng looked up, and there was a pleading in his eyes.

"The poor monk's mistake in thinking back then led to today's evil consequences, and he doesn't want to make a mistake again and again!"

The old monk was silent for a long time and shook his head firmly.

"This king is here today just to save the cause and effect of the year!"

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth curled slightly, outlining a cold smile, squinting slightly, and saying without pity.

"The poor monk only has this life!"

The old monk said lightly.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming laughed and said coldly, "You people, you always think that if you admit your mistake before you die, you can go on the road with peace of mind, but this king is not as good as you want." ”

The old monk's cheeks twitched, his folds were almost wrinkled, and he sighed silently, silently.

"The old people of this king are about to return to the west, so let Zhi go and collect their corpses first!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"The poor monk is willing to die to apologize!"

The old monk struggled to get up, his hands folded.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with this king!"

Wu Ming said indifferently.

"Boy, don't deceive people too much!"

At this moment, a buzzing roar came, but I saw a fat-headed, big-eared, open-chested, breast-bared, patterned, vicious monk who broke in, stared at the copper bell and shouted.

"Uncle Shi!"

Huineng glanced at the two worriedly, as if he was afraid that they would fight, and looked at the thin monk who followed up behind him as if asking for help.

In the end, there was a handsome young monk with red lips and white teeth, who was looking at Wu Ming with a sad face and some fear, but he was worried about something, and walked quickly to the old monk to serve.

"Seek benevolence and benevolence, and seek Buddha to become a Buddha!"

Wu Ming raised his chin slightly, and didn't seem to feel at all that it was dangerous and inappropriate to be stared at by three half-saint Buddhas who had cultivated extraordinary, "You want to become a Buddha, but you have a demon in your heart, and you can cultivate the truth through falsehood, and there is no distinction between Buddhism, master...... You're in for a picture!"

"Ami...... Ahem!"

The old monk coughed violently a few times, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.

"I'll go, I'll collect the corpse, don't force Master!"

The young monk fell to his knees and said with red eyes.

"Zhixian!"

Wu Ming walked closer, stroked the top of the monk's head, a touch of gentleness appeared in his eyes, and recited, "If I smell it......"

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Whether it is an old monk, or Hui Neng, or later Xuan Jue and Hui Nan, they all proclaim the Buddha's name and close the six senses.

As the saying goes, the law cannot be passed on lightly, and in the same way, the law cannot be passed on to the six ears!

Even though the "Diamond Sutra" is the first secret of the ancestral court of Buddhism, it is the treasure of Buddhism, but the real monks will not peep, as long as the Buddhism is endless.

"Master, disciple is gone!"

After the tea, Zhixian wiped his tears, bowed respectfully to the old monk, and bowed to Wu Mingshen, "Donor take care!"

Let's turn around and go!

"Hey!"

All the monks sighed in unison, with different expressions.

"Please be merciful, use your life's Buddha to cultivate, and pray for my daughter!"

Wu Ming took out a two-finger wide and one finger long, on which was engraved with the eight characters of birth, quite delicate, but slightly ordinary Buddha card, and held it to the old monk with both hands, full of beak meaning.

"Daughter?"

Whether it is the old monk or the other three monks, their pupils are all constricted.

finally understood why Wu Ming had not yet entered the mountain, he released his coercion from afar, regardless of the feelings of the year, and came with a monstrous force!

Today's Wu Ming is no longer the down-and-out son who entered Shaolin at the beginning of the year, self-contained, painted the ground as a prison, and survived for survival!

This is a father who does not hesitate to hook the underground demon cave of Nanhua Temple in order to save his daughter's life, and also to force the monks to accept it, and his reason is on the verge of madness!

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The old monk took the Buddha card, put it together in the palm of his hand, and pronounced the Buddha's name.

The three of them also bowed their heads silently and recited the Buddha's name silently.

"In order to express gratitude, this king will give a big beam to Nanhua Temple, so as to help the monks of Xuanbei in the past!"

Wu Ming's right hand was raised, the void hummed and trembled, and a thousand zhang giant trees came out of the air, buzzing into the main hall.

Boom!

After a huge thunderous roar, the whole hall shook violently, and the next moment there was brilliance soaring into the sky, causing the tourists to panic, all shocked inexplicably, leading to the Buddha's light to shine, kowtowing more than once.

"Hey!"

Xuan Jue's rough face full of horizontal meat, although there was still dissatisfaction, it dissipated a lot, and he glanced at Wu Ming helplessly, shook his head and sighed.

Hui Nan's face was complicated, he hung his head and said nothing, but the Buddha beads that were twisting extremely quickly in his hand slowed down.

"Senior brother!"

Huineng suddenly changed his title, nodded honestly and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, I will also pray to my Buddha for my little niece, and please don't fall into the devil's path even if it's for her!"

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Amitabha!"

All the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison, with hidden sadness.

"What a bother, farewell!"

Wu Ming returned the salute, stepped out, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, my Buddhism has lost great virtue, hateful!"

Hui Nan hated and stamped his feet, regardless of his own transgressions, and went away in anger.

"If there is a loss, there must be a gain, I am not as good as Senior Brother Xuanbei!"

Xuanjue silently recited a Buddha name, looked at the old monk and said, "The past, although it is like the past, it is not gone, the master and nephew should remember, Amitabha!"

"Disciple provincial!"

The old monk bowed respectfully.

Since then, there is one less sweeping monk in Nanhua Temple, and one more old monk who recites the Buddha day after day, year after year, until he dies, chanting and chanting Buddha under the Buddha seat of the Daxiong Treasure Hall!