The ancient temple located in the middle of the mountain is not as deep as everyone imagined.

After two hundred years, the red painted walls have faded a little, and many cracks have appeared on them. The steps were even covered with moss, and it seemed that no one had cleaned them for a long time.

Even the plaque of 'Wuzen Temple' looks a little shabby.

Ci Sheng and Ci Nan led the way, leading the two to step up the 100-step stairs towards the temple gate. Halfway through, he stopped.

Lin Huang's footsteps paused, and he looked up ahead.

I saw that at the entrance of the temple, there was a white-clothed monk, slowly cleaning the steps, his movements looked a little clumsy, but he swept very seriously.

The appearance of the white-clothed monk was between that of the middle-aged and the old, his face was slightly wrinkled, but it did not diminish his handsome color at all, and his eyebrows were gentle and soft, but he was not kind and kind.

After being a little puzzled, Ci Nan and Ci Sheng recited Amitabha Buddha twice to the white-clothed monk, and then went straight to the mountain gate.

But Lin Huang stopped.

A pair of eyes fell on the white-clothed monk tightly, and said with a smile: "I have just come to Wuzen Temple for a few days, and I still can't say Amitabha!"

The white-clothed monk's movements followed, and when the snow-white monk's robe waved, there was no trace of Buddha nature, but it revealed the Confucian style.

"What is the name of this benefactor, poor monk mysterious!"

The white-clothed monk clasped his hands together, and his movements looked a little jerky.

"I don't know what the master thinks in his heart with a pair of hands holding a pen and now turning a rosary?"

Lin Huang looked at the hands of the white-clothed monk and smiled calmly.

"Holding a pen with both hands, you should set up your life for the people, and establish your heart for heaven and earth. In order to continue the study of the saints, and to open peace for all generations! When you enter the empty door, you should first cross yourself, then cross others, and then cross the world!"

The white-clothed monk said with a clear gaze.

"Since the master can say so, there is a request below, I wonder if the master can lend a hand?"

Lin Huang said with a smile.

The white-clothed monk smiled calmly, his smile was like a spring breeze, which made people very kind, "Please also ask the donor to instruct that the poor monk will never shirk if he can do it!"

The smile on Lin Huang's face became brighter and brighter, and after coughing twice, he continued:

"Please master, write an essay for my thirteen killings and begging for thieves!"

As soon as Lin Huang's words fell, the white-clothed monk's face changed greatly, and his previous indifference and confidence turned into panic, threw down the broom in his hand, and walked towards the mountain gate.

"Great Confucian Cao Mingsheng!"

Outside the Wuzen Temple, Lin Huang looked at the white-clothed figure who was running away in a hurry, and suddenly scolded.

In front of the temple gate, the white-clothed monk paused, then turned around, brushed off the dust on his body, and pretended to be calm: "The donor is really persistent, in order to kill the poor monk, he actually chased to this Wuzen temple!"

Lin Huang walked up the steps, and Zhongzheng said calmly: "At the end of the world, you can't escape." If you really deserve the word Confucianism, who would dare to kill you?!"

"It's a pity that the poor monk has now entered the Wuzen Temple, does the donor want to open a killing ring in the Buddhist gate?"

The white-clothed monk smiled, but the vigilance on his face did not decrease in the slightest.

Although he is the great Confucian Cao Mingsheng, he is now alone. Although he once had the realm of Wuhou, the four people in front of him were not simple.

Moreover, just a few days ago, when he cut off three thousand troubles, all his realms were in vain.

"Master is so good at arguing, please tell me why I can't kill like this again!"

Lin Huang asked with a smile.

The white-clothed monk's face was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his eyebrows and said: "Because Buddhism is a heavy land, it is not stained with red dust, it is not stained with worldliness, it is not stained with blood, and it is not stained with cause and effect. If you want to kill me, you have to wait until the poor monk walks down this Zenless Mountain one day!"

"Oh......"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So, I can't kill the master?"

"Can't be killed!"

The white-clothed monk Cao Mingsheng smiled, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be a little proud.

"Then I don't know, in this temple, can you beat the master?"

"What if the master breaks the vows?"

"What if the master accidentally rolled down the mountain?"

Lin Huang asked three questions in a row, which made Cao Mingsheng's elegant face look very ugly, and even looked at Lin Huang with some fear.

"Chubby ......"

Lin Huang exclaimed with a smile.

Only when the words fell, Bai Xiaopang laughed, took out a chicken leg and stuffed it into Cao Mingsheng's mouth, and then grabbed Cao Mingsheng and threw it into the void.

Lin Huang suddenly flew up and slashed towards Cao Mingsheng.

Since you are in the Buddha's gate, you can't open the precept of killing. So if you throw Cao Mingsheng out of the range of Wuzen Temple, can you kill him?

"Two uncles save me!"

In the void, Cao Mingsheng, who was flying upside down, looked at Cisheng and Ci Yan who entered the temple gate, and shouted. His eyes were full of horror, if he had known this, he would not have gone to the Wuzen Temple, and he would not have cut off the three thousand troubles.

In the end, it was the people who were killed by the thirteen people who came to this place.

In the temple gate, Ci Sheng and Ci Nan paused with a look of struggle on their faces. Then Na Cisheng turned around, strode out of the temple gate, and walked towards the forest wilderness.

A groan.

The long sword of the city was unsheathed, blocking Cisheng's way.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Cisheng looked at the red-clothed girl in front of him, his face was unbearable, but after all, he closed his eyes, and the Buddha light around his body was shrouded, blooming with an endless and vast aura, wanting to imprison Jun Allure.

At this moment, a melodious bell rang in the Wuzen Temple, causing everyone present to pause.

After the bell rang, everyone suddenly heard an old voice, which came from the far-reaching place of the Wuzen Temple, and swept the whole world:

"The poor monk has no Zen, fortunately he will be the benefactor of the forest wilderness, and please talk about it like a temple!"

Listening to the voice of the old man in the void, everyone present was stunned. Unexpectedly, it was Ye Wuchan who opened his mouth, and looking at what he meant, it seemed that he wanted to save Cao Mingsheng.

Cao Mingsheng, who was thrown down the foot of the mountain by Bai Xiaopang, was overjoyed, since Ye Wuchan opened his mouth, then his life was saved.

Outside the temple gate, Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, laughed and rushed towards the foot of the mountain:

"Late-born forest famine, meet Ye Wuchan's predecessors. When I came today, I forgot to prepare a small courtesy, and I was very ashamed. I heard that Senior Ye was an immortal two hundred years ago, and he was jealous and hateful. Late life, I will kill this evil fang first today to pay respect to my predecessors!"

The sound of Lin Huang was like rolling thunder, and it was all poured into the Wuzen Temple. And when his words fell, the whole person rushed down the Wuchan Mountain. Looking at Cao Mingsheng, who was snickering in front of him, he waved his hand with a knife.

Bang.

Cao Mingsheng's head rolled down beyond the boundary monument of Wuchan Temple, and the splattered blood stained the snow-white monk's robes.

Then Lin Huang grabbed Cao Mingsheng's head and asked the old monk in Wuchan Temple:

"I don't know how to call my predecessors in my later life, whether I should call Ye Wuchan seniors or master Wuzen. If there is no Zen master, the younger generation will leave, don't let the smell of blood stain the peace and tranquility of Buddhism!"

There was a long silence in the void.

Both Cisheng and Ci Distress turned their heads and looked at the far-reaching place of Wuzen Temple. The forest at the foot of the mountain is not in a hurry, neither leaving nor stepping into the Wuzen Temple for half a step.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the back mountain of the Wuzen Temple came out with a withered voice:

"This king Ye Wuzen!"

(End of chapter)