In the early morning of the next day, when Wu Ming was exercising in the courtyard, a tall and fat monk with a simple face arrived.

"Master Huineng, you look good!"

Wu Ming greeted as if nothing had happened before.

"Master Wu, don't joke anymore, the poor monk is punished, and he is here to lead the way for the donor!"

Hui Neng scratched his head innocently, his eyes were full of helplessness, and he was not angry.

It's just that when he walks, his movements are quite weird, and his face is bloodless, obviously he is not lightly ordained!

"Okay, Master, wait a minute!"

Wu Ming nodded, finished practicing a set of Dragon Fighting Fist, and then finished his work, and stood quietly for more than a dozen breaths.

Returned to the house, washed his face, put his bags on his back, and the kitten lay on it, and followed Huineng all the way to the mountain behind the first ancestral nunnery.

Along the way, the monks he met saw Wu Ming from a distance and hurried away like a snake and scorpion.

Even if they can't avoid it, they will bow their heads and recite Buddhist scriptures silently, pretending not to see it.

Even the sweeping monks who are familiar with each other on weekdays shake their heads slightly from a distance, and they have no intention of approaching!

In this regard, Wu Ming was not surprised, hundreds of monks were punished, and the skin and flesh of the beating were opened, and now you can see the monks who are limping and humming when they walk.

Walking on the road without being splashed with footwater and scolded, it is already considered a very high level of cultivation among Shaolin monks!

"Thank you Wu Shizhu for interceding!"

On the way, Huineng suddenly gave a solemn and deep salute.

"You don't blame me?"

Wu Ming's eyes are deep, implying the meaning of inquiry.

"The donor is not at fault, so why blame him?"

Huineng said calmly.

"Hahaha!"

After taking a deep look at Huineng's miserable white fat face, Wu Ming looked up to the sky and smiled.

Whining!

The kitten suddenly jumped on his shoulder, and the tiger's eyes were full of surprise, as if asking why his owner had let him get close to Huineng.

"The donor's heart to the Tao is very strong, and the poor monk is not as good as it!"

Huineng touched the top of the kitten's head disappreciatively, and said.

"Master, do you know that I once said a word to Shenxiu?"

Wu Ming asked.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in the heart! The donor's wisdom is deeply planted, and he should be destined for my Buddha!"

Huineng said solemnly.

"The master has a Buddha in his heart, why should he mind?"

Wu Ming asked again.

"Hahaha!"

Huineng scratched his bald head, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed like Wu Ming.

It's just that his laughter is quite weird!

......

Along the way, the two talked and laughed, like tourists, relaxed and comfortable, until they arrived in front of a mountain that was not very tall!

"This is the cliff of Siguo?"

Wu Ming stopped and watched, and found that when he first saw it, it was only a hundred feet high, and then he looked like it was towering into the clouds, and when he looked closely, it returned to a hundred feet, giving people an extremely strange feeling!

"Master Wu, the place where Uncle Shenxiu faces the wall is here!"

Huineng pointed in one direction halfway up the mountain.

"Don't worry, let's go first!"

Wu Ming's eyes turned.

"Huh?"

Huineng was puzzled, but didn't say much, and followed according to his words.

"Hehe, I heard that Siguo Cliff is where the monks who have broken the precepts face the wall, and there is also a place for retreat, so I think all of them are high-ranking monks. ”

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"But ......"

Huineng really wants to say, didn't you come to see Shenxiu today?

"I didn't say it, I must see Shenxiu now, it's not easy to come here, if you don't pay your respects, wouldn't it be in vain?"

Wu Ming shrugged.

"Amitabha!"

Huineng smiled bitterly and could only report the name of Buddha.

For Wu Ming's rashness, it has long been commonplace, and he is a master who does not listen to persuasion, so he can only let it go.

Anyway, I'm just thinking about walking around the cliff, as long as I don't go to the temple to cause trouble!

This is what Hui Xing specially instructed before leaving!

"Sweeping monk, sweeping monk, master, I'm here!"

As everyone knows, what Wu Ming thought about in his heart was not Shenxiu, but a rumor about Siguo Cliff.

In front of Jiazi, an old monk who described a withered tree suddenly appeared in front of the cliff, sprinkling and sweeping the stone steps for decades.

It's just that it's been so long ago that no one knows who he is, and even those who know about it are secretive.

No one knew that Wu Ming came to Shaolin, in addition to the purpose of seeking the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", he also thought about another matter!

More than half a year ago, the Heavenly Prison made him get acquainted with Buddhism, which was given by the mysterious one-legged Buddha!

Not only that, but it is also a Buddhist empowerment technique to teach the "Yijin Sutra" and the legendary Buddha flower of Buddhism - Yutan Bora flower!

There is also a mysterious Buddhist scripture that is still unreadable and has never even appeared again!

Such a variety of Buddha fate is the basis for Wu Ming to abandon the Buddha beads and unscrupulously spread wild in Shaolin Temple!

Whether it is the "Yijin Sutra", or the Buddha flower, or the mysterious Buddhist scripture, it can be said to be a gold medal for avoiding death!

And according to the secret correspondence with Gu Zhengyang afterwards, that Buddha appeared in the heavenly prison in front of Jiazi!

"Where, where?"

After pondering on the rugged mountain road for a long time, Wu Ming was thinking about the mysterious sweeping monk in his heart.

Huineng accompanied him all the way, without any impatience, but carefully told Wu Ming about which monks had faced the wall or retreated in the various caves on the cliff.

Wu Ming, who had something in his heart, didn't even notice, or didn't care, how could Hui Neng, who was originally a fire-headed monk, think about the things that had passed the cliff!

In almost every cave, you can point out the past of the monks who have retreated or meditated, and many of them are famous monks in the history of Shenzhou!

When he turned a few mountain roads, Wu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a sweeping monk wearing a tattered monk's robe, full of withered gray hair, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"It turned out to be in ...... Hmmm, that's ......."

Without waiting to step forward, Wu Ming's pupils suddenly contracted like the tip of a needle.

At the feet of the sweeping monk, a man with yellow hair knelt down, and a figure involuntarily flashed in his mind!

......

Whew!

The mountain breeze is slightly cold, and the fallen leaves are rising, blowing the withered gray hair of the sweeping monks, revealing a withered face like a ghost!

When he got closer, Wu Ming suddenly discovered that the sweeping monk was actually a blind man!

Where it should have been his eyes, two black holes swept straight at him, making him shiver!

The emaciated body seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and the wide and tattered monk's robe was hunting, but the sweeping monk stood like a rock!

Even though the yellow-haired man knelt respectfully in front of him, he still waved his broom unhurriedly and paced slowly, just as in the past!

"Teacher!"

Even Huineng's name when he stepped forward to greet him didn't attract his attention.

"Junior Wu Ming, I've seen a Zen master!"

It wasn't until the blind monk nodded that Wu Ming came back to his senses and stepped forward to salute, but most of his attention was on the yellow-haired man who was still kneeling on the ground.

For Wu Ming, the blind monk still nodded noncommittally, waving his broom mechanically.

Huineng stood aside respectfully, quietly pulled Wu Ming, and shook his head to signal not to speak.

"Has Master accepted disciples again?"

The yellow-haired man spoke suddenly, although it was not too loud, but it still gave Wu Ming a feeling of sound.

The sound was in my ears, buzzing, and my face couldn't help but pale and took half a step back!

"Sure enough, it's him!"

Wu Ming's mind was a little trance-like, he gritted his teeth, guarded his heart, and covered his heart with his right hand.

Airplanes!

Longyi shook slightly, and an invisible majestic force permeated the whole body, dispelling all discomfort!

"You are Wu Ming, the junior of the Wu family!"

The yellow-haired man seemed to be aware of it, raised his head slightly, and glanced sideways.

The cloudy eyes that seemed to be yellowed and dull made Wu Ming's scalp explode, and his heart twitched, even if he was protected by a dragon coat, he felt a terrifying heavenly power rushing towards him.

Under this heavenly might, he is as small as a flat boat in the stormy waves, drifting with the waves!

It's like rain and snow in the raging flames, turning into nothingness and drifting away in transpiration, and my heart trembles!

Fortunately, under the three shocks of Longyi, this coercion was still dispelled!

But Hui Neng on the side didn't seem to feel it at all, but he just noticed that Wu Ming's expression was wrong, and hurriedly hugged it.

It's just that even the kitten looks unaware, still lazily lying on the bag.

Doo!

At some point, the blind monk took the broom upside down and lightly tapped it twice on the ground.

"Master, after the disciple met the ancients occasionally, his heart fluctuated, please forgive the disciple for his unintentional mistakes!"

The yellow-haired man bowed his head.

"Unintentional mistakes, the most heartfelt!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

The blind monk seemed to be slightly stunned and glanced at Wu Ming.

"Huh?"

The yellow-haired man's gaze swept in.

It was at this glance that Wu Ming almost lost his mind again, and took half a step back with a muffled snort, his face was slightly pale, and the corners of his mouth were faintly bloodshot!

Only then did I see that the true face of the yellow-haired man, the appearance of a forty-year-old person, revealed the supreme majesty and the face that had gone through all the vicissitudes of life!

Doo!

The broom in the blind monk's hand was a little bit again, and the yellow-haired man paused slightly, slowly got up, and stood aside with a bow.

Only then did Wu Ming realize that it was far taller and younger than the portrait he saw in his impression, and his temperament was even more extraordinary!

Although the blind monk is as thin as firewood, the yellow-haired man who is as tall as a mountain is more than one cut shorter invisibly!

But Wu Ming's attention was mostly focused on the yellow-haired man, and the alarm in his heart suddenly sounded.

Even if the yellow-haired man didn't look at him, he always felt that an invisible force was squeezing him from all directions, as if he wanted to oppress all his essence and spirit!

Weak, extremely weak, so weak that a single look can kill him!

"Teacher, let the disciple come!"

Huineng stepped forward.

The blind monk didn't say a word, and shook his head slightly.

Huineng's face was bitter, he lowered his head and retreated, everything was so natural, as if he had practiced countless times!

But then, Hui Neng seemed to remember something, and cast a gaze to Wu Ming for help.

"Interesting! Call the teacher but not the master!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed, he circled around the two of them, stepped forward, and said respectfully, "It's difficult." If there is something, the disciple will obey it!"

Hearing this, Huineng was slightly stunned, and the blind monk frowned slightly.

Although the two are monks, they are related to Confucianism, which can be called the way of teaching the holy word, and all the people who are full of learning will recite it.

It was from the Confucian sect that Zixia asked the Confucian ancestor what filial piety was.

And the sentence that Wu Ming said is the first half of the answer of Confucian ancestors!

Hui Neng wants to help the blind monk sweep the floor, but in fact he is practicing filial piety, but Wu Ming's answer with this seems a little out of place!

The corners of the yellow-haired man's mouth curled slightly, and a meaningful smile flashed away, and he took a step forward and slowly bent down, revealing deference and humility!