The eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism are distributed in an unreasonable way over Kyushu in the Middle Domain.

It may be that Yanzhou is too cold, and the bald ones can't wear hats, so there is only one temple here, which is still very close to the southern end. There are two temples in Bazhou, that is, Wang Shi went to Putuo Temple and Baohua Temple. The temple in Yanzhou is very close to Bazhou, and Wang Shi went all the way to the north to take a temple in Yanzhou.

Probably there is really no clue, Wang Shi thought about visiting all the eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism, and the most unfortunate can also see the eighteen unique scenery, and have a general understanding of the central region.

Relying on the large teleportation array, it is not difficult to take the Central Domain around. Fortunately, the oil flower and the flower branch fierce man have a lot of spirit stones, which is enough for Wang Shi to squander. Otherwise, in addition to a knife, Wang Shi is really a penny.

Entering Yanzhou, it is a vast white, sometimes there are distant mountains showing the color, just like the light description in the landscape painting, the meaning of ethereal and traceless is full.

There are occasional snow rabbit footprints on the snow, and Feihong's claws reveal that this lonely place also hides a lot of life.

"Is it the middle of winter?" Wang Shi couldn't help but think to himself as he looked at the snow scene. "I don't know when the cottage is, I don't know if the snow has fallen all over the mountain, and I don't know how much New Year's goods have been purchased. ”

Many things were still clueless, Wang Shichang took a breath of cold air, calmed down, and looked into the distance.

There are no more mountains in sight, only a few low hills, casting some shadows on the snow, making the scenery not monotonous. In this way, the mountain, which is less than a hundred feet, is obviously taller.

There were no formations or taboos on this mountain, and the ordinary snow fell into it, causing it to go into hibernation like other mountains.

At a glance, it is absolutely impossible to see that the temple on the mountain is Shengxue Temple, one of the eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism, but only a small temple in the mortal world.

The carriage made two clear ruts and soon reached the bottom of the mountain.

Wang Shi still asked Youhua to wait here, and went up the mountain alone.

The winding mountain road has already been swept out by the novice, but there is still a thin layer of ice on it, and it is not impossible to slip and fall all the way down the mountain if you are not careful.

However, in this wasteland, there are no pilgrims coming, and the little novice only has to worry about himself.

Walking up the stairs, Wang Shi looked at the surrounding scenery all the way, but he didn't think there was anything unusual.

If you think about it, the scenery of Shengxue Temple can't be any colorful snow or thousand-year-old snow or something, it should be something unique, otherwise it can't be compared with the endless peach blossoms and moonlight without candles.

When Wang Shi arrived at the mountain gate, it was noon, and the bell sounded in the temple, and the green smoke mixed with the cigarette smoke floated down together, and floated into the person's nasal cavity, mixed up, but it had a different taste.

Unlike other places, the monks in this Shengxue Temple have to eat every day at noon.

Only a strange person like Wang Shi would do something as useless as eating, but he didn't expect this temple to be the same as him.

"Donor. The two hungry little novices at the door saluted. "I don't know what happened to the benefactor in the temple?"

Wang Shi asked, "All the masters are eating?"

"Exactly. ”

"Can I ask for a bowl of rice?"

It was the first time for the two little novices to meet someone who came to beg for food, they looked at each other, couldn't help but want to laugh, and then looked Wang Shi up and down, feeling that this well-dressed person did not look like a starving person, and he might have come to Shengxue Temple with some thoughts.

However, the Shengxue Temple has been established for so many years, the number of people who come to ask for advice, theft, and revenge are innumerable, and the reasons are countless, and there are many strange and strange things, and the Shengxue Temple is not refused, which is the confidence of the eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism.

"Donor, please. The two little novices waved their hands and invited Wang Shi into the temple. "The donor's nose must be spiritual, and following the aroma, you can naturally find the back kitchen. ”

After saying that, the two little novices laughed secretly, and scolded the person for using their noses like dogs, and the two of them were naturally overjoyed. Teasing others is indeed a very fun thing in the eyes of a teenager like Xiao Shami.

Wang Shi smiled indifferently, not caring about the teasing of the two little novices, and walked towards the back kitchen.

Although Zen people eat it, it should be a bland, and there should not be anything like fish. However, Wang Shi clearly smelled the aroma of all kinds of fish, and it was quite good.

As soon as he turned around a few rooms, Wang Shi could see the remaining oil stains on the wall, which had already penetrated into the stone bricks.

It seems that the monks of Shengxue Temple have eaten fish and meat in the sea for a day or two.

A few monks came to him, and when they asked Wang Shi about his intentions, they arranged him at a table with a smile.

A bowl of white porridge, a plate of pickles.

"The temple gate is clean, coarse tea and light rice, and I hope the donor will forgive me. The fat-headed and big-eared monk explained, wiped the lard from the corner of his mouth, and left Wang Shi here.

For these people who come to the temple with bad intentions, the monks have long been accustomed to it, but they are afraid that such people do not come often, otherwise there will not be much fun. As long as the assailant tried to see the dagger, the monks who had been waiting for him for a long time would rush up, beat him violently, and then force him to listen to the scriptures for ten or eight years.

The pickles have been dehydrated and shrunk into dried vegetables, and the white porridge is mixed with a few grains of sand.

Wang Shi laughed lightly at this, and after the monk left, he sneaked into the back kitchen and stole a roast leg of lamb, fried crucian carp with three tails of butter, and two bowls of real white porridge, and naturally ate it to his heart's content.

"The chefs here are really good. ”

Hearing that the master in charge of the spoon was reprimanding the little disciple who was suspected of stealing food, and the little disciple shouted that he was wronged, Wang Shi couldn't help but smile.

Originally, Wang Shi wanted to go directly to the door to report the name and fight like before, but when he saw that the other party was eating, he gave up this idea. It's not a good feeling to be halfway through your meal and then rush to do something else. Anything can be said after someone else has finished eating.

Moreover, Wang Shi also knew that he couldn't be in a hurry recently, otherwise he would still not be able to cross the threshold of the fairyland.

Everything goes with the flow, and everything will fall into place.

The fairyland is not far away, just one foot away, and it will be farther and farther away in a hurry.

Wang Shi ate and drank to his heart's content, meditated for a while, walked out of the door, found a little novice and asked, "Little Master, Shengxue Temple is called the Eighteen Temples of Zen Buddhism, but what is commendable?"

Xiao Shami straightened his chest and said proudly: "My eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism are naturally a place of martial arts, otherwise would you dare to let people with bad intentions like you enter and leave at will? Of course, my eighteen temples are even more of a good place for self-cultivation, cultivating the law of immortality, and ascending to the sky. However, the eighteen temples have their own beautiful scenery, look at you like this, soft and weak, it is not okay to fight, so you can only go and see the scenery, don't try to fight our Shengxue Temple idea. Oh, after passing through this treasure hall, go straight all the way, turn left when you see the colorful lights, go out of the side gate, and walk to the top of the mountain, you will see that scene. After seeing the scenery, you should hurry down the mountain, if you have a bad heart, you will feel good if you show your horse's feet. ”

Xiao Shami finished speaking in one breath, without pausing, thinking that it was a good mouth that he had practiced by chanting scriptures on weekdays. The little novice glanced at Wang Shi proudly and walked away proudly.

In the end, it is the little novice of the eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism, and the bearing of the sect masters in other places is a step higher.

Wang Shi couldn't help laughing and said: "Zen Buddhism doesn't seem to be so boring, why does Dafeng Ge want to oppose Zen Buddhism? But judging from the appearance, there are many people with strange temperaments in Zen Buddhism, and Dafeng Ge, as an outlier among others, can't do any kind of thing." ”

Thinking like this, Wang Shi went out of the temple according to what the little novice said, thinking about climbing up the hill.

The mountains were full of snow, but there was a spring of water bubbling up.

The spring water does not look like a mushroom popping up, but like a bowl, with a depression in the center, and the depression in the center is filled with snow.

Occasionally, the wind rises from the top of the mountain, and a few flakes of snow fall into this spring bowl.

The spring water is not lukewarm, but just between the ice water, and the water that bubbles up with a stream of air just happens to hold the snow, which is why there is such a spectacle.

Water bowl with snow.

"It turns out that Shengxue Temple means so. Wang Shi couldn't help but muttered to himself.

It is really easy for a cultivator to create this or that kind of scenery, and it is a convincing scene, but after all, it is not as natural as the creation of heaven and earth.

This spring water does not have aura, let alone immortal energy, it is just ordinary spring water, which is not beneficial to cultivation at all, and can only be regarded as scenery. Cultivators who are accustomed to seeing all kinds of wonders are afraid that such a scene is not boring.

Wang Shi was like an ordinary man, amazed by the delicacy of heaven and earth, forgot many things for a while, and stayed here for a long time.

A spring of water was faintly emerging from the sea of qi, and the starry sky became more transparent. Everything is moving forward smoothly, like a winter bud enduring a thick snow.

Wang Shi breathed a long sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and said, "It's still not time." ”

A few small novices came to the spring to draw water, glanced at Wang Shi, and said kindly: "Donor, let me wait to get water." ”

Wang Shi got out of the way, glanced back at Shengxue Temple, and said to himself, "It's not good to cut off your spring, so how can I prove that I've been here?"

The little novice smiled and asked, "What is the donor talking about?"

"I thought, it's nice to have a bald head. ”

"The donor likes it, and the hair is cut. I see that the donor is kind and kind, but he has a relationship with my Buddha, why don't you shave your ordination like this, how about becoming a monk in my temple?" said Xiao Shami in a slightly excited tone, he also wanted to accept a disciple and get a master to be a master, which was a very nourishing thing.

Wang Shi suddenly smiled and said, "No, I just want this mountain to be as bald as you." ”