After tossing for so long, coupled with the use of the Divine Fighting Technique, Ye Zhengyang was really exhausted at this time.

The repeated vicious fights, even those who are beaten with iron can't stand it, not to mention that Ye Zhengyang is only a nine-grade Dao master, and he has not yet stepped into the real realm.

Ye Zhengyang returned to the hotel, took a shower and fell asleep with his head covered.

This time, Ye Zhengyang slept in the dark, until the hotel waiter knocked on the door and reminded him that it was time to check out.

In this way, Ye Zhengyang cleaned up, left the hotel, and got on the train to Jin Province.

This time on the train, the journey was basically safe, and nothing unusual happened.

Fifteen hours later, the train stopped at the terminal station, the capital of Jin Province, and Bingzhou City.

Bingzhou City, the capital of Jin Province, referred to as "Bīng", formerly known as Jinyang, is a famous tourist city in China, a national historical and cultural city, a national garden city, and a core city of Bingzhou.

It is also the political, economic, cultural, transportation and international exchange center of Jin Province, and is a city with a history of more than 4,700 years.

With a history of 2,500 years, it is an ancient historical capital that "controls mountains and rivers, stands on the shoulders of the world", "rushes to the four stoppers, and controls the capital of the five plains".

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the second largest tributary of the Yellow River, the Fen River, flows from north to south, it has the reputation of "splendid and prosperous city of Bingzhou" since ancient times, and is an important military and cultural town in northern China, the capital of the world's Jin merchants, and one of China's energy and heavy industry bases.

The city spirit of Bingzhou is inclusiveness, virtue, respect for law, integrity, and excellence.

Ye Zhengyang is no stranger to Bingzhou, and he came with his master Master Xuanqing more than ten years ago.

In Ye Zhengyang's impression, Bingzhou can only be described as dirty, messy, and poor.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years of development, Bingzhou has become a prosperous, orderly and large-scale international city.

It turned out that all kinds of vendors on the train station, all kinds of sexy girls holding signs to solicit customers, and thieves stealing wallets everywhere were gone, which made Ye Zhengyang's ears a lot cleaner.

Ye Zhengyang did not stay in Bingzhou City for long, and immediately rushed to Wutai Mountain by car.

Wutai Mountain, a national AAAAA-level tourist attraction, a national key scenic spot, a national geological park, and a national natural and cultural heritage.

It is one of the top ten famous mountains in China, one of the four famous Buddhist mountains in China, and one of the five major Buddhist holy places in the world.

Wutai Mountain is located in Xinzhou City, Jin Province, with a total area of 592.88 square kilometers.

"Famous Mountains"

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Contained: "The five peaks of Wutai Mountain are towering, high above the cloud surface, there is no forest on the top of the mountain, there is a platform like the base of the soil, so it is called Wutai." ”

Wutai Mountain is the only Buddhist dojo in China where the Blue Temple and the Yellow Temple coexist.

There are 47 temples in Wutai Mountain, 39 in Taiwan, and 8 outside Taiwan, among which many temples were built, and many emperors came to pay homage.

The famous ones are: Xiantong Temple, Tayuan Temple, Bodhisattva Peak, Nanshan Temple, Dailuo Peak, Guangji Temple, Ten Thousand Buddha Pavilion, etc.

After more than 200 kilometers of road, Ye Zhengyang finally came to the foot of Wutai Mountain the next day.

I saw that the peaks of Wutai Mountain were upright, the mountain was full of smoke, and the light of the Buddha loomed on the mountain.

An endless stream of pilgrims marched towards the mountain, all of them looking pious.

Ye Zhengyang couldn't help but sigh: "It really deserves to be a holy place of Buddhism, just looking at its momentum is awe-inspiring." ”

"It is said that Mount Wutai is the dojo of Buddhist Manjushri, and I don't know if it's true or not!"

At this time, a pilgrim who came to hear Ye Zhengyang's exclamation and looked at him sideways.

"Young man!"

The pilgrim asked Ye Zhengyang, "It seems that you are also here to worship the Buddha, right?" ”

"I heard that the Bodhisattva here is very spiritual, don't say something disrespectful to the Bodhisattva, be careful of the Bodhisattva's blame!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhengyang looked at the pilgrim and saw that this was an old man who was nearly seventy years old, more than one meter seven tall, with gorgeous hair and strong spirits.

It's just that his expression is a little weird, and there seems to be a black aura looming in his face.

Ye Zhengyang smiled at the old man and said, "Thank you for your advice!" ”

"Are you a local?"

Ye Zhengyang heard what the old man said, so he asked.

"Yes!"

The old man said: "My family lives in Tailin Village, which is not far away, and I come to the mountain to worship the Bodhisattva almost every day. ”

Ye Zhengyang then asked, "Then you are very familiar with Wutai Mountain?" ”

After listening to Ye Zhengyang's question, the old man smiled proudly and said, "You are from a foreign country, right?" ”

"You're asking the right person, I'm very familiar with the mountains, and I'm very familiar with all the temples."

Hearing this, Ye Zhengyang smiled and said, "That's good, I want to ask, where is the Zen Academy?" ”

After listening to Ye Zhengyang's question, the old man looked at him a little strangely and said, "I know the Zen Academy, but it is dilapidated. ”

"There was only one crazy old monk in it, one seventeen or eighteen

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A young monk of the year. ”

"I don't recommend that you go there to worship the Bodhisattva, why don't I introduce you to the Maitreya Pavilion."

"The bodhisattvas and Buddhas there are very experienced."

The old man said and pulled Ye Zhengyang and walked towards the mountain, Ye Zhengyang had the heart to refuse, but the old man's hand was extremely strong, Ye Zhengyang struggled, but he didn't break free.

The old man pulled Ye Zhengyang towards the mountain and introduced him to the Maitreya Pavilion.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the old man, the cold glint in his eyes flashed from time to time, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth showed a meaningful smile.

The old man took Ye Zhengyang and walked for more than an hour, more than an hour, all of them were up the mountain, even if he was in the prime of life, he couldn't bear it.

But the old man seemed to be tireless, not only walking like a fly, but also talking eloquently.

Ye Zhengyang watched the old man take him further and further away, almost reaching the back mountain of Wutai Mountain, and asked, "I don't know how far the Maitreya Pavilion is?" ”

The old man smiled: "It's not far away, it's almost there!" ”

"What? Can't walk? ”

"My old man didn't shout tired, you're already tired when you're young?"

"Young people like you just don't have exercise."

After walking for about another five or six minutes, suddenly the old man pointed to a temple in front of him and said, "Look, that's the Maitreya Pavilion!" ”

Ye Zhengyang looked in the direction of the old man's finger, and saw a large temple not far away, with incense smoke in the sky above the temple, an endless stream of pilgrims, and the sound of chanting could be heard from time to time.

"Look, I'm not wrong, right?"

The old man said: "I just said that the Maitreya Pavilion is very experienced, otherwise there would not be so many pilgrims here." ”

The old man walked towards the temple as he spoke, and Ye Zhengyang hesitated a little and walked in closely.

As soon as he entered the temple, Ye Zhengyang suddenly frowned, looked around quietly, and then silently recited the Fa decision, hiding his cultivation.

"How?"

Suddenly, the old man said to Ye Zhengyang: "Didn't buy incense? ”

"Here, I've got it here, you use mine!"

The old man said as he divided half of the incense in his hand and stuffed it into Ye Zhengyang's hand.

"Master Yuan, we want to go in and worship the Bodhisattva, I wonder if we can ask for holy water?"

At this time, the old man asked the middle-aged monk who was standing on the side with a smile on his face.

(Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommended ticket, ask for a collection!) ）

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