Wang Dong left the meditation room and drifted down the mountain.

In the past few years, he has retreated in the deep mountains and faced the wall, chanting and practicing every day, which can be said to be without distractions, although the martial arts are brave and diligent, and the understanding of Buddhism is also more profound, and he has a first glimpse of the cause and effect of the law.

Everything is inevitable.

Today's cause is the cause of the past, and today's cause can create the future effect.

The cycle of cause and effect is uninterrupted.

Wang Dong understood this verse in combination with another sentence:

The essence of human beings is repetition.

Wang Dong stood at the foot of the mountain, looking back at the green mountains as before, and felt a little emotion in his heart.

Buddhism's cause and effect emphasizes the cultivation of the next life, which has caused misunderstanding to many people, making people think that Buddhism does not attach importance to this life and this life, but in fact, the so-called cultivation of the next life is precisely in this life.

If you seek good results in the next life, you will naturally have good karma in this life.

This kind of chicken soup is no stranger to Wang Dong, and in the common expression of the era he came from, it is: live in the moment.

The essence of doctrine and chicken soup is preaching, and in the final analysis, the main principles are the same path, and it is very easy to understand that all rivers and rivers go east to the sea.

At least the real world where Wang Dong comes from, the Internet is exploding, the information is highly developed, almost everyone can boil a pot of fresh and hot chicken soup at any time, if you are not satisfied, they can also give you a pot of poisonous chicken soup with their backhand.

When everyone is reasoning, they can see clearly, and the realm is transcendent;

Everyone is anxious and at a loss when facing life.

When it comes to not being able to do it, it is the root cause of people's suffering.

In the past few years, Wang Dong has familiarized himself with Buddhist scriptures, comprehended the true meaning of the four emptiness, and explored the mystery of the cycle of cause and effect, and the greatest gain is the true liberation of the state of mind.

Whether it is the real world on the earth, the Tang Kingdom of the other world after crossing over, or the game world in "Horror Jianghu", they are all part of cause and effect, and since there is no escape, there is no need to be too anxious.

He now has to get out of the mountains to complete his mission:

[Tianlong Babu, all living beings, all sentient beings, all sentient beings, no one is unjust. When we study the Dharma extensively, understand the principles of the Buddha, and achieve success, we will manifest ourselves on the earth, in the emptiness, and in the rivers and lakes, and speak all kinds of Dharma, so that sentient beings will be free from all kinds of hardships and all their desires will be satisfied. 】

Even without this systematic task, after studying those Dharmas, Wang Dong spontaneously developed a sense of mission to universalize sentient beings.

He walked out of the deep mountains, dressed in monk's clothes and shoes, walking slowly, looking like an ordinary young monk.

After returning to Shaomu Mountain, I first went to meet Master Huilun, and along the way, I heard everyone talking about the recent major incident of the beggar gang:

It is said that he was sent to the Great Song Dynasty when he was a child, and he has been lurking to this day, plotting a big thing, in order to win the trust of the Central Plains martial arts and the imperial court, he did not hesitate to kill countless people of his own clan with his own hands.

There was a lot of indignation at the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Khitans between their words, thinking that they were really ruthless in their work, and they did not compromise the means to achieve their goals.

Fortunately, Qiao Feng's identity was discovered in time by Mrs. Ma, the widow of the former deputy gang leader Ma Dayuan......

Wang Dong stopped a young monk from the imaginary generation and asked the time of the change of the beggar gang, only to know that it was only three days ago, and because of the importance of the matter, it has already spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Three days......

Wang Dong quickly sorted out the story line in his mind, and soon thought of a person.

Master Xuanku.

Qiao Feng's mentor can also be regarded as his own teacher.

He was attacked by Xiao Yuanshan not long after the change in the apricot forest, and was shattered by a palm, and then saw Qiao Feng again, and found that the two looked similar, thinking that Qiao Feng was the murderer, and his heart was shocked for a while, and the injury finally couldn't be suppressed, and he died on the spot.

After Xuan Ku was seriously injured, he spoke to his fellow disciples about the seven sufferings, and said the suffering of "resentment meeting", between the words, there was a sense of enlightenment, but it was regrettable that he thought that it was his beloved disciple Qiao Feng who seriously injured him in a sneak attack until he died.

He said that he was free from the suffering of the Seven Sufferings and the Bitterness of Resentment, but he passed away with the regret of turning over at the last moment, and he was not consummated after all.

Wang Dong received a lot of favor from him, and of course he couldn't see death without help.

He was separated from the young monk, and he didn't have time to visit Huilun according to the rites, so he went directly to see Xuanku.

He didn't go far, just turned around a row of halls and chambers, and bumped into the void and void head-on, when the two senior brothers saw him, they couldn't help but pull him to see Master Huilun, saying that the master had something important to look for him.

Wang Dong had no choice but to meet the master first, who had a serious expression and a solemn tone, and mentioned another major event that Wang Dong overlooked:

"A few months ago, the master of Xuanbei of this temple, that is, your master and uncle passed away in the Dali National Body Ring Temple, and died of his own famous master's 'Great Wei Tuo Pestle', the abbot and other masters of the Xuanzi generation suspected that this matter was done by the Gusu Murong family, so it was decided to hold a martial arts conference on the Double Ninth Festival in early September this year, and invited the heroes of the world to see Gusu Murong's stunt of 'using his way and giving back his body', and seek justice for Master Xuanbei. ”

Wang Dong suddenly remembered this story, Master Xuanbei accidentally found clues of Murong Bo's intention to rebel because of the investigation of Murong Bo's false message, and was attacked by Murong Bo in the Liangzhou Body Ring Temple.

"In this conference, there are many heroes invited, and all the disciples in the temple who have achieved martial arts have to go out, but the manpower is still insufficient, so the teacher will send you down the mountain to send ten posts. ”

Wang Dong received the order.

He originally planned to apply to the temple to break the eighteen bronze formations and go down the mountain in advance to walk the red dust, but now the story line is just connected, which saves trouble.

After seeing the master, Wang Dong did not delay any longer, and directly unfolded his body, as if turning into a breeze, walking through the temple, and no one found his trace of the monks in the temple.

Wang Dong soon came to the monastery where Master Xuanku was practicing meditation.

Although Master Xuanku is a senior monk of the Xuanzi generation, his martial arts are unfathomable, but he does not hold any position in the temple, so the meditation room where he lives is relatively remote, located in a corner of the courtyard, and he usually practices meditation in the Taoist Academy.

Wang Dong stood in front of the meditation room, and was about to step forward and knock on the door, when suddenly a familiar black shadow flashed out of the room, and the speed was extremely fast.

Xiao Yuanshan!

Wang Dong secretly screamed badly, and pounced on the black shadow, probing with his left hand, and grabbing the black shadow's shoulder with a move of the dragon claw in his right hand.

The black shadow reacted quickly, his left shoulder sank slightly, and his body seemed to be attracted by a huge force, and he stepped back in a strange posture.

"It's you!"

Wang Dong didn't answer, his hands came out together, each carrying a strong wind, and once again took the temples on both sides of the man in black, which was the "bead grabbing style" in the hands of the dragon claw.

Wang Dong knew the strength of Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts, and spared no effort to do it.

Although Xiao Yuanshan succeeded in sneaking up on Xuanku, he was also counterattacked by Xuanku's internal force, and his breath was still unstable, and he was worried that continuing to fight would attract more masters in the temple, so some of them were caught off guard in the face of Wang Dong's powerful dragon claw hand.

After avoiding the bead grabbing style, he took a strong breath and threw himself into Wang Dong to fight back two palms, taking advantage of the moment when the other party dissolved the palm power, he took advance as retreat, and performed the best light skills to get out of the battle circle, leaving a sentence of "Xuan Ku is seriously injured" when he left, hoping that Wang Dong would enter the house to save people and not continue to entangle with him.

Wang Dong glanced at Xiao Yuanshan's back, and knew that even if he caught up and fought again, at most it would be a tie, and it would be impossible to catch him, so he didn't care about him, turned around and entered the Taoist Academy, and found that Master Xuanku was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his face was pale, his breath was unstable, and he was obviously suffering extremely serious internal injuries.

After all, it was a step too late.

"Uncle Shizu. ”

Wang Dong screamed, but before he could salute, he stretched out his hand against the heart of Master Xuanku, and healed him with internal strength.

"Xuzhu, don't waste any more internal strength. ”

Xuan Ku took a slow breath, "Go and ask the abbot and the head of each courtyard." ”

Wang Dong withdrew his palm and ordered to leave.

Instead of asking the abbot and the other heads himself, he found a deacon monk and asked him to summon the message on his behalf.

Wang Dong returned to the Taoist Courtyard and asked, "Uncle Shi, can you see the face of the murderer?"

Xuan said bitterly: "Xuzhu, don't ask more. ”

Wang Dong said: "The disciple knows that the master uncle ancestor is unwilling to add karma, but when the disciple fought with the murderer just now, he found that his appearance was eight points similar to my righteous brother Qiao Feng, if it weren't for the disciple's knowledge of Brother Qiao's martial arts moves, he would almost admit his mistake." ”

Hearing this, Xuan Ku looked at Wang Dong and said, "You mean that his appearance looks like Feng'er?"

Wang Dong nodded and said, "It's very similar, but after careful testing and inspection, the disciple found that there are still significant differences between them, and the murderer is about fifty or sixty years old judging from his beard and moves, and he looks like Brother Qiao's biological father." ”

"Feng'er's biological father?" Xuan Ku showed surprise on his face, and then smiled with relief, "If it is planted by karma, there should be this karmic retribution." ”

At this time, Wang Dong heard a sound of footsteps outside the door, and it was the abbot and the masters of the Xuanzi generation who had arrived.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple retreats first. The king folded his hands together in salute.

Xuan Ku bowed slightly.

Wang Dong exited the courtyard gate, saw the abbot and others coming in a hurry, and consciously stood aside.

When the monks entered the monastery, the king shook his body and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment.

He silently appeared on the roof of the westernmost house, and looked around, and found a large and burly figure scurrying high and low between the houses, like a civet cat, agile and agile, and not losing his own way of walking the clouds.

The king leaned forward sharply, turning into a phantom shadow and sweeping towards the figure.