In less than half an hour, Wu Zhiyuan rushed to the door of Cong Ma Zen Temple. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info at this time the sky has been bright, the rising sun's rays are soft, sprinkled on people's bodies, there is a lazy feeling.

The same situation as the last time I came to Congma Monastery, the little monk Shancong was still cleaning the open space outside the gate of the Monastery, and the fallen leaves on the open space were sparse and scattered, and he had to clean it many times a day.

As soon as Shancong looked up and saw Wu Zhiyuan, his face couldn't help but be shocked, and he was stunned: "Master Wu, when did you go out?" ”

Hearing Shancong's question, Wu Zhiyuan knew that the fake Wu Zhiyuan had indeed arrived at Congma Zen Temple. Shancong must have seen the fake Wu Zhiyuan enter the Zen Academy, so he was so surprised when he saw Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't have time to explain to him, nodded to him, and then rushed straight into the courtyard. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he bumped into a person who was coming towards him, the person was very stable and did not move, although Wu Zhiyuan had a certain amount of vitality cultivation, but he had never practiced kung fu, so his body couldn't help but shake.

The man hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Wu Zhiyuan, and sang a Buddha horn: "Amitabha, Master Wu, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan took a closer look, and it turned out that the person in front of him was a monk Kongming.

"Master Kongming, the Wu Zhiyuan who came in just now is a fake, you take me to see Master Wuchen, the person who pretends to be me may be unfavorable to him!" Wu Zhiyuan was anxious in his heart, and he spoke quickly.

Hearing this, Kong Ming looked Wu Zhiyuan up and down, with a suspicious look on his face, hesitated for a moment, and then guided sideways: "Please come with me!" ”

As soon as the words came out, Wu Zhiyuan directly swept past Kong Ming, and he took the lead in running to the west side of the road leading to the Zhengdao Temple, Kong Ming's guidance was just a politeness, Wu Zhiyuan himself knew the way to the Zhengdao Temple.

After passing through the bamboo forest, he came to the door of the main hall of the main temple, Wu Zhiyuan stood at the door of the main hall, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when he heard a conversation from inside.

"Master, what the hell is going on?" Listening to that voice, it was Wu Zhiyuan's father, Wu Chengxi.

"Yes, it's obviously two Wu Zhiyuan, but now it's one again, are we all dazzled when we were in Wujia Village?" Another voice said, and Wu Zhiyuan could tell that it was Sheng Jinyuan.

"Dad, Uncle Sheng, you read that right, but that monster who pretended to be me didn't dare to come to this hemp temple." Fake Wu Zhiyuan's voice said. His voice was exactly the same as Wu Zhiyuan's, so Wu Zhiyuan always felt a little awkward.

"Since he doesn't dare to come, then I don't think we should disturb Master Wuchen's Qing Cultivation, let's go back." Fake Wu Zhiyuan continued.

Obviously, the fake Wu Zhiyuan didn't want to confront Wu Zhiyuan head-on in front of Master Wuchen, and he still had a little weakness.

"The donor outside, since you're here, why don't you come in?" The dustless voice sounded at this time.

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard this, it turned out that Wuchen already knew that he was standing outside the door, and at this time Kong Ming was already standing beside him, but he didn't wait for Kong Ming to reach out and open the door, but pushed the door of the hall open by himself, and walked in.

"Master of Dustless." Wu Zhiyuan bowed.

The fake Wu Zhiyuan looked at Wu Zhiyuan, with a look of surprise on his face, as if he didn't expect Wu Zhiyuan to come.

"This ...... This ......" Wu Chengxi saw Wu Zhiyuan, looked at Master Wuchen with a puzzled expression, and pleaded, "Master, look, which of these two is my son?" ”

Sheng Jinyuan quietly touched Wu Chengxi's arm and said in a low voice: "Master Wuchen's eyes are blind, he can't see. ”

Only then did Wu Zhiyuan notice that at this time, Master Wuchen was no longer sitting facing the wall, but facing the door, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and his expression was serene.

"He who believes, but his eyes are not believed." Wu Zhiyuan said slowly. This sentence was told to him by Master Wuchen when he misunderstood Moon Shadow Fuxian, but now it is used here, but it is no more appropriate.

"Master Wuchen, whether this pretending to be me is a human or a demon, please administer justice for me!" Fake Wu Zhiyuan bit back.

"Master Wuchen, I am the real Wu Zhiyuan, I know that you are profound, and you will definitely be able to distinguish who is true and who is fake." Wu Zhiyuan was not flustered, and when he saw Wuchen's calm appearance, his heart became calm.

Wuchen sat upright, never moving, and did not speak again, but counted the Buddha beads in his hands one by one.

Wu Chengxi and Sheng Jinyuan glanced at each other, not knowing what medicine was sold in the gourd of the dustless monk, the two of them looked at the two Wu Zhiyuan in front of them anxiously, but there was nothing they could do.

Time passed minute by minute, the hall was surprisingly quiet, and the fake Wu Zhiyuan looked at Wu Zhiyuan with an unkind face, and the corners of his mouth skimmed a look of contempt.

Wu Zhiyuan was also a little anxious, and was about to say something to urge, but he heard Wuchen slowly ask: "Kong Ming, where is Shancong at this time?" ”

"Back to the abbot, Shancong is cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground outside the gate of the Zen Temple." Kong Ming folded his hands and replied respectfully.

"Go and call him." Wuchen still said unhurriedly, he didn't seem to hear the words of Wu Chengxi, Sheng Jinyuan and the true and false Wu Zhiyuan.

"Yes." Kong Ming answered, turned around and walked outside the main hall.

A moment later, footsteps sounded outside the hall, and Kong Ming had already come to the hall, followed by a clever and cute little monk, who was Shancong.

"Abbot Qiqi, Shancong has been brought." Kong Ming said respectfully.

"Good Shot." Master Wuchen called slowly, his tone becoming kinder than ever, like an old man hanging his hand and caressing a young urchin.

"Abbot Master." Shancong folded his hands together respectfully and bent over.

"Are there many fallen leaves outside the gate of the Zen Temple?" Master Dustless asked a question that no one expected, and it was simply boring.

"There aren't many fallen leaves, but the leaves keep falling, so there are always fallen leaves on the ground." Shancong stared at a pair of big eyes and replied seriously, his expression was cute, and his face was slightly red, which made people can't help but want to kiss him.

"When will there be no fallen leaves?" Master Wuchen continued to ask as if chatting about homely things.

"Hmm......" Shan Cong stared at the big eyes, thought carefully, and replied, "Now that winter is almost over, when spring comes, there should be no fallen leaves." ”

"Hmm." Wuchen nodded slowly, and a "um" word came out of his nose, and after a while, he continued, "After the leaves fall, Fang has to be reborn, born to death, Fang has to have a broad world, and only after experiencing disasters will he grow." ”

"Follow the teachings of the abbot." Shancong hurriedly responded modestly.

"Okay." Wuchen nodded slowly again, and suddenly changed his words and asked, "By the way, when you went down the mountain to chop wood a few days ago, did you pick up an injured cat?" ”

"Yes." Seoncong replied.

"It's available in the Zen monastery now?" Wuchen continued to ask.

"It's in my room, and I want to wait until it's healed before sending it down." Shancong replied respectfully.

"You go and bring it." Wuchen said.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, what the dustless old monk said was strange, and he actually ignored everyone, and at this time he asked the little monk to hold a cat over, what is the matter?

Could it be that Wu Zhiyuan was changed by that cat?