As soon as the words fell, a smart-looking little monk walked out of the temple gate, the little monk was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a broad forehead and a flat top, ears almost hanging down to the shoulders, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, at a glance he was a talented person.

The most eye-catching thing is that the little monk's bare bald head has nine white ring scars.

Lin Yun was secretly surprised, among the monks of Buddhism, the more ring scars on the top of the head, the higher the status and the deeper the seniority. Ordinary little monks can only point one to six ring scars at the top gate, and with the improvement of seniority, the number of ring scars will increase.

And there are as many as nine ring scars on the head of this little monk, is he actually the presiding abbot of "Foguang Temple"?

"Little master, don't you know if this is Foguang Temple?" Lin Yun stepped forward, trying to be polite enough.

Hearing Lin Yun's question, the little monk suddenly panicked, he looked up at the plaque above the entrance of the temple at a loss, patted his chest in fear, and muttered in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay, I thought the plaque was stolen......"

Then, he saluted eleven times and said to Lin Yun: "Donor, this is indeed Foguang Temple. ”

"That's right," Lin Yun nodded, "I don't know if I can bother the little master to pass it on, the two of us have something important to visit the presiding officer of the temple." ”

The little monk scratched his bald head embarrassedly, and said with a wry smile: "Donor, I won't tell you, I am the only one left in this temple at present, so the poor monk is the acting host...... I wonder what the donor is up to?"

Hearing this, Lin Yun and Jian Er seemed to be splashed head-on by a basin of cold water, and they were a little puzzled in their hearts, how old is this little monk, it shouldn't be the person Mo Zixun is looking for, right?

Silently took out the note and confirmed it again, Lin Yun asked tentatively again, "I don't know if there is a high monk in this temple, the Dharma name Shantideva?"

The little monk's eyes widened slightly, and he responded in fear: "The poor monk never dares to call himself a high monk. ”

"So, you are Shantideva?" Lin Yun didn't believe it even more, it was possible for the name of the temple to be repeated, but the name of the presiding officer was also repeated, which was too coincidental, right?

"The monks don't talk and don't dare to deceive the donor...... "The little monk is full of sincerity.

Seeing that the little monk didn't seem to be a fake, Lin Yun had no choice but to ask, "I don't know if the little master can recognize Mo Zixun?"

Hearing this, the little monk hurriedly nodded: "Master Mo Shi is naturally known to the poor monk, and he is the poor monk's life-saving benefactor." ”

Lin Yun secretly wiped a cold sweat, it turned out that the little monk in front of him was really a friend of the master, that is, the founder of the Golden One Array in the Five Elements Sealing Array.

Seeing Lin Yun's strange expression, the little monk patted his head as if he suddenly realized, "The poor monk is stupid, he forgot to entertain the two donors, and invite the two donors into the temple." After speaking, he took out a broom from the back of the temple gate, swept the dust off the door, and cleared a way for Lin Yun and Jian Er.

After entering the Foguang Temple, Lin Yun and Jian Er were even more speechless, this temple was even more unbearable than they had seen before, it could almost be described by the word "tattered", and even the black iron pot that was cooking porridge steaming was missing a corner.

But even so, there was still a burst of sandalwood fragrance in the temple that was difficult to hide, and it was obvious that the little monk did not burn incense and worship the Buddha on weekdays.

The little monk hurriedly wiped the stone table and stone bench in the courtyard with his sleeve, and then said to Lin Yun and Jian Er with a smile: "The two donors, please sit, I don't know if the two donors have used fasting?" ”

Jian Er smiled playfully: "No need, little monk, I'm afraid this pot of gruel is not enough for you to have a hungry stomach, how can the two of us take away your only ration?"

The little monk's eyes were clear, and he said, "The donor doesn't have to be like this. My Buddha is compassionate, and my temple has always taken the purification of sentient beings as its own responsibility. This pot of porridge can certainly relieve the hunger of the poor monks, but it is the responsibility of the monks who practice Buddhism to forget themselves, so it is better to invite the two donors to enjoy it, which not only satisfies the donors, but also helps the poor monks to complete their merits. ”

Lin Yun smiled, this little monk is indeed a little interesting, none of the master's friends are simple, but I am afraid that this little monk is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yun asked, "I have a question below, and I would like to ask the master to answer it." ”

The little monk smiled slightly and stretched out a palm: "Donor, excuse me." ”

Lin Yun Zhengse said: "I heard that Foguang Temple is a place where there is no return, but all the villains who enter Foguang Temple will be ignited by the master and cut their hair to become monks. If the rumors are true, then may I ask, where have all those people who have been enlightened by the master gone?"

"Amitabha. The little monk recited a Buddha name and explained to Lin Yun: "My Buddha wants to make the world live in peace and cross people's hearts to good, in the eyes of the Buddha, there is no real evildoer, the good are good, but the evil can also become a Buddha under the guidance of my Buddha." ”

After a pause, he continued: "Those people in the mouth of the donor have indeed become monks, and after the poor monks have led them to practice for a period of time, they have all gone out to wander outside the world. ”

Lin Yun nodded unconsciously, this is actually a very pertinent answer. Foguang Temple did not force the gangsters to become monks, but made them return to the vulgar after being educated. Pifu is not guilty, he is guilty, there are earth-shattering secret methods in Foguang Temple, and people who do not have some strength are indeed not suitable to stay in the temple.

After chatting for a while, Lin Yun finally explained his true intention and told Mo Bing'er about it in general.

The little monk groaned slightly, and said: "It turned out that the sister of the Mo Shi was seriously injured, please rest assured, that sister is a benevolent and righteous person, and the poor monk has also heard of it, so this matter is wrapped up in the poor monk's body." ”

Lin Yun was overjoyed when he heard this, this was much simpler than he imagined.

"By the way, please wait a moment. The little monk seemed to remember something, reached out and rummaged through his tattered monk's robes, and after a while, he found a crumpled letter in his bosom, with a few strong and powerful words on it: Shantideva himself.

Lin Yun saw it in his eyes, it was indeed Mo Zixun's handwriting, thinking that Mo Zixun was worried about the safety of him and Jian Er, so he wrote a letter in advance to arrange this matter, but he didn't expect this little monk to be so weird, so he took out the letterhead to check it.

Unpacking the letter, the little monk read it in the remaining sunlight of the evening, and only after about half a pillar of incense did he speak: "It turns out that this benefactor is a disciple of the Mo Shizhu, and the poor monk already knows the meaning of the Mo Shizhu. According to the meaning of the Mo donor, the poor monk could not directly hand over this formation to the donor. ”

"Why?" Lin Yun frowned slightly, to be honest, there were many twists and turns along the way, and he really didn't want any more trouble.

"This, the poor monk can't say ......" The little monk looked quite ashamed.

"You ......" Lin Yun was a little anxious.

Seeing this, Jian Er hurriedly grabbed Lin Yun, who was about to jump to his feet, and said to him with a sound transmission: "Don't be impulsive, don't you understand what the young master means? Although the main purpose of this trip is to help the young lady collect the formation of injuries, it is more about tempering you." Think about it, your strength has skyrocketed along the way, and if you cultivate normally, you will definitely not reach your current level. ”

Hearing this, Lin Yun gradually calmed down. It had been less than two months since he and Jian Er left the Hail Snow Country, but his realm had gone from the fifth level of Qi cultivation to the seventh level of Qi cultivation in one fell swoop, which would have taken him at least half a year to reach his current level in normal times.

Mo Zixun has been busy leading troops to fight and resisting the invasion of enemy countries, and due to his busy schedule, he has only been able to really guide Lin Yun for the first few months. It was precisely because of this that he arranged such a path of cultivation for Lin Yun.

"Please also ask the master for advice. Lin Yun figured out the trick and asked for advice.

"Donor, wait a minute. The little monk suddenly frowned, and turned to shout to the big tree outside the Foguang Temple: "The person who comes is a guest, you don't have to be a gentleman on the beam." ”

"Hmph. The black shadow flashed, and the sword appeared in the courtyard of Foguang Temple, standing with the sword in his hand.

At this time, Lin Yun realized the terrifying strength of the little monk. You must know that Jian Yi can already be said to have cultivated to the sky, and if he wants to hide his tracks, except for some extremely strong masters of the Yuan Shen, only monks with comparable strength can find out.

Could it be that this little monk turned out to be a master of refining gods? Lin Yun and Jian Er glanced at each other, although they had long expected that the little monk's cultivation would be extraordinary, but they still widened their eyes at the same time, how old was he?

"This benefactor, the poor monk is polite. The little monk bowed to the sword, "I don't know what advice the donor has here?"

Jian Yi said coldly: "I don't have any advice, I'm here to find him." After speaking, he reached out and lightly touched Lin Yun.

The little monk's face was a little solemn: "The poor monk is entrusted by others, and he is responsible for protecting the safety of this Lin monk these days, I don't know if it can be convenient?"

Jian Yi plucked his ears impatiently, and said coldly: "You monk is really verbose, in short, he can't leave my sight, otherwise he will have to be beheaded by the sword in the future." ”

Hearing this, the little monk said with a serious face: "Even so, the poor monk has to fight with the donor." After speaking, he muttered to himself: "Sins and sins, monks must not act in vain, Amitabha Buddha ......"

Jian Yi was by no means a good-tempered lord, originally he didn't plan to fight with the little monk, hearing this, he directly pulled out the sword out of the sheath, his body moved, and a sword stabbed at the little monk.

The little monk was not in a panic, but he was a master of art who boldly bent his fingers and flicked on the blade of Jian Yi, and bounced the blade of the sword a few inches away, and he himself got up from the stone bench, which was able to avoid the sword qi.

"This donor......" The little monk smiled bitterly and dodged left and right, his body didn't look fast, but he could always avoid Jian Yi's long sword at a critical moment.

Seeing this, Jian Yi was furious, this was simply a blasphemy of his strength, and at that moment, he turned his sword horizontally and shouted: "Kill the immortals!"