The bird carried the small house floating in the air, and quickly swept through the sky, but Zhang Mu in the house did not feel the slightest tremor, as if he was on flat ground.

In the words of the clear sky, on these houses, in addition to the depiction of the floating magic circle, there are also balance magic circles, isolating the influence of air currents, in addition to defensive magic circles, stealth magic circles, etc., to protect safety!

All in all, this kind of flying house is not as easy as Zhang Mu imagined!

The pull of the flying beast, the weight and material of the house, and the depiction strength and layout of the circle all have a huge impact on the effectiveness of the overall flying house.

Therefore, a good flying house and flying beast are definitely a symbol of wealth and status.

Of course, what Zhang Mu is doing now is undoubtedly the lowest-end kind of flying house!

After watching it for a while, Zhang Mu was a little bored, in fact, this thing was the same as an airplane, after flying into the sky, although it looked vast, there were limited things that could be seen.

"Little donor Zhang, if you feel bored, you can go to the bed to rest, there is a condensing incense in this room, which can make the little donor fall asleep quickly!" Mingkong saw that Zhang Mu was walking around there a little bored, so he kindly reminded him.

"Uh, okay!" Zhang Mu thought about it, had nothing to do, and went to lie down.

He found out that although Mingkong had no ill will towards him, there were some things that Mingkong was unwilling to talk about, such as the group of people who tortured him to extract confessions last night, Mingkong was unwilling to say more.

Obviously, Mingkong probably felt that it was no good for Zhang Mu to know, and blind hatred would only bring disaster to him.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Mu quickly fell asleep deeply, I don't know if it was because of the so-called condensing incense, Zhang Mu slept very sweetly, so that when Mingkong woke him up, he was still a little confused.

"Little Donor Zhang, we're here!" Mingkong said in a calm voice.

"Have you arrived?" Zhang Mu rubbed his sleepy eyes, and followed Mingkong out of the flying house!

After walking out of the flying station, Zhang Mu found that this was another market, but compared to the market they passed before, the people here looked more peaceful and behaved more squarely, more like that kind of simple market town!

"Hey, Mingkong, aren't we going to your Bodhi Temple, here?"

"This is Bodhi Town, Master Zhang, we have to walk from here to Bodhi Temple!" Mingkong explained with a smile.

"Oh, let's go!" Zhang Mu took the initiative to put his hand on Mingkong's shoulder at this time, Mingkong's shrinkage into an inch of supernatural power, as long as he was with him, he could be taken away.

But he didn't want Mingkong to smile and shake his head at this time: "Master Zhang, here, we can't use supernatural powers, we can only walk to Bodhi Temple!" ”

"What?"

Two hours later, Zhang Mu's two legs, like lead, were on the stone steps, and they couldn't be lifted at all.

"No, I really can't walk, take a break, take a break!" Zhang Mu waved his hand at this time and said helplessly.

Mingkong turned around, looked at Zhang Mu, and said seriously: "Master Zhang, are you sure you want to rest here?" ”

"What? Can't you take a break here? Zhang Mu asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's just that we're already two-thirds of the way through, and it would be a pity if we stopped here!"

"No, I really can't walk, let me rest! Break! Zhang Mu waved his hand at this time and said breathlessly.

"Well, then we'll rest for a quarter of an hour! It's a pity that Zhang Xiao's donor is destined to have no chance with our temple! Mingkong said with a smile.

"Missing? What do you mean? Zhang Mu was stunned when he heard Mingkong's words, and then suddenly said: "This stone step of yours is a disciple assessment?" ”

"It's just one of the basic assessments, anyone who wants to practice the Dharma needs people with great perseverance and great wisdom, and in this, wisdom is easy to find, perseverance is hard to find! Therefore, the patriarch of my temple opened up this mountain path with great mana to test the perseverance of the beginner disciples! ”

"So, once you take a break in the middle of the game, it shows a lack of perseverance and will be eliminated, right?"

Mingkong nodded: "Not bad!" ”

"It seems that I have no chance with your temple!" Zhang Mu shook his head helplessly at this time and said, but in his heart, he didn't have much regret.

He didn't think about being a monk, so whether he worshiped Bodhi Temple or not, Zhang Mu didn't attach much importance to it.

After another hour, finally, a quaint mountain gate appeared in the sight of Zhang Mu and Mingkong.

The temple gate is plain, looks a little dilapidated, and is mottled with time, but it is very clean!

Above the temple gate, there is a plaque hanging, and on the plaque, three quaint characters of Bodhi Temple are written.

Mingkong stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, and it wasn't long before the temple door opened, revealing a small novice with his head peeking out from inside.

"Senior Brother Mingkong, are you back?" Seeing the clear sky, Xiao Shami's face immediately showed an excited look and said excitedly.

"Mingxin, are you on duty today?" Mingkong said with a smile.

"Yes, Senior Brother Mingkong, did you bring me the halva candy in the town this time when you went down the mountain?" Mingxin asked expectantly with a small face raised at this time.

Mingkong smiled at this time and took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to him!

"Thank you, brother!"

Seeing this, Mingxin immediately stretched out his hand and took the paper bag with a smile!

"Remember to share it with a few of them, don't steal it yourself!" Mingkong said with a rare opening.

"Got it, I'll go back, senior brother, close the door by yourself!" After the little monk finished speaking, he turned around and ran away!

Mingkong pushed open the temple door, smiled at Zhang Mu and said, "Master Zhang, please come in!" ”

Zhang Mu stepped in, and after Mingkong closed the temple door, he followed him.

The inside of the Bodhi Temple is the same as the temple gate outside him, there is no exquisite grandeur as imagined, on the contrary, inside, you can basically see the head at a glance, the dilapidated and low brick house, the only thing that can be called imposing, maybe only the middle hall.

"This is Bodhi Temple?" Zhang Mu asked in surprise.

"Yes, Master Zhang, this is Bodhi Temple!" Mingkong nodded and replied.

"You won't be so poor, or are you really just a third-rate sect!" Zhang Mu said a little speechlessly.

Mingkong shook his head indifferently: "We Buddhist disciples, we cultivate the heart, and the big house and hut are all one house!" First-class third-rate, all of them are sects! Therefore, in my Bodhi Temple, even if I have a little money, I am doing good deeds! ”

"Okay, it's really a great wisdom root, great wisdom!" Zhang Mu said with emotion.

At this moment, the two people walked down the steps, and a huge stone tablet appeared in front of them, and on the stone tablet, two Buddha verses appeared!

"The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust!"

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust!"

"Zhang Xiao donor, this stone tablet, is my Bodhi Temple originally founded by the patriarch, all the disciples who enter my temple, all to understand these two Buddhas, to Zhang Xiao donor's view, these two Buddhas, which one is more Zen!"

"These two Buddha verses, each with its own profound meaning, in my opinion, the focus is different, one is self-cultivation, the other is self-cultivation, one is self-cultivation, both of which only focus on one side, that's all!" Zhang Mu said indifferently at this time.

What he is more curious about now is why he sees this Buddha in this world, this is not a dialogue on the earth, and what does it have to do with this Bodhi Temple!

"Zhang Xiaoshi is really a smart person, but it's a pity that these two Buddha poems have plagued my Bodhi Temple patriarch for five hundred years, and five hundred years later, he realized it and became a Buddha!"

"I don't know what the patriarch of your temple has understood?" Zhang Mu asked curiously at this time, he also wanted to know how a generation of senior monks would judge these two Buddhas in the end!

Mingkong smiled slightly, waved his big hand, and a golden light hit the stele, and then the two Buddha poems slowly disappeared, and two lines of big characters appeared on the stele!

Seeing this, Zhang Mu couldn't help but be shocked at this moment on his face!