Twenty years later, Chen Ping'an and his entourage, passing by a mountain steep like a woman's eyebrows, after entering the boundary, just a stick of incense on the mountain path, has already met two groups of men and women, a group of more than a dozen people have rich and noble spirits, most of them are from the government, several subordinate guards, all wearing standard long knives, men, women and children. Another group of people are full of rivers and lakes, a total of six people, four men of about fifty years old, breathing steadily, walking silently, must be a first-class martial arts style in the rivers and lakes of Qingluan country, the first person is an old man with a hooked nose, his eyes are sharp, and he is followed by a round-faced girl, although his appearance is not outstanding, but he has a pair of beautiful eyes, looking forward to brilliance.

Two groups of people are going up the mountain, before Chen Ping'an met that group of officials, he took the initiative to ask about the scenery and people here, the other party introduced, Chen Ping'an only to know that there is a golden laurel temple on the top of this Qingyao Mountain, there are immortals in the Taoist temple, but often all year round are closed to thank guests, last winter, the Taoist temple let the woodcutter hand out the words, ready to receive nine disciples, as long as the age is under the age of sixteen, do not ask about the background, only look at the chance, so there are no less than 300 people recently, each with a family of young girls or young boys and girls, an endless stream, have poured into Qingyao Mountain。

Chen Ping'an was thinking about the real martial arts sword and short knife that were still in the Dadu Governor's Mansion, so he was reluctant to join in the fun, Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia had trekked through mountains and rivers in the past two years, especially after seeing the water and land dojo of Qingluan Country and Luo Tian Dajiao of Qingshan Kingdom, they were not very interested in opening the door of a mountain to accept apprentices, and as for whether the Taoist priest of Jin Guiguan was a real immortal or a fake master, the group was not very concerned.

Within the ordinary country of Aquarius, the Jindan Earth Immortal is already an unattainable existence, after all, the existence of a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger like the Dali Dynasty is rare in the entire world.

With the iron cavalry of the Song clan stepping on the north of Guanhu Academy, in addition to the orthodox name given by the school palace, in fact, Dali is equal to half of the land of a state, and the call of Dali to be regarded as the tenth great dynasty in the world has intensified.

When she met the second group of people, the startle in the eyes of the round-faced girl did not stop at a glance, a young man in a white robe carrying a bamboo box and a vermilion wine pot on her waist, a little black charcoal girl riding on the back of a scalper, a bamboo knife and bamboo sword at her waist were staggered and hanging, and a stunning woman with a long sword on her back...... There are also young Taoist priests and bearded swordsmen, which are really a strange traveling team. Could it be that this is what Grandpa once said about Yamazawa Yeshu?

Fortunately, although the old man in black is not easy at first glance, as an old man, he is still willing to talk about some old rules, and quickly stopped the girl's unscrupulous gaze, not only that, but also nodded to Chen Ping'an, probably apologizing for the younger generation.

Chen Ping'an hugged his fists and smiled as a return gift.

Walking the rivers and lakes, it is mostly such a meeting in Pingshui, but two groups of people who should have been strangers were reunited by a sudden rainstorm.

The rare wind and rain made the mountain path particularly muddy and difficult to walk, the spring cold was already frozen, the mountain wind was whistling, and the rain was extremely cold, Pei Qian directly blinded the soybean-sized rain, smashed his face hot and painful, and soon his lips were blue, and his whole body trembled, this is still Pei Qian's physique after practicing martial arts, if it was before practicing martial arts, it is estimated that it was just the wind and rain of this moment of kung fu, which was enough to make Pei Qian sick.

Chen Ping'an asked Zhu Yong to explore the way to see if there was a place to hide from the rain nearby, the rickety old man was like an ape, tossing and turning among the trees and cliffs, and soon came back, saying that there was a naturally generated large grotto not far ahead, and there was already a group of people who settled there and lit a fire to keep warm. Chen Ping'an picked up Pei Qian on his back, propped up the tung leaf umbrella brought out from Lotus Flower Fu, and took out a coat to make Pei Qian less affected by the wind and rain.

Zhang Shanfeng almost couldn't open his eyes, walked beside Chen Ping'an, and reminded loudly: "This heavy rain is wrong. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded, and took out a yellow paper talisman of relatively ordinary material, which was the "Authentic Handiwork of Danshu" The lowest rank of the Yang Qi lantern charm, every mountain meets water, dilapidated temple view or mass grave, Chen Ping'an will use this charm to open the way, check the intensity of the yin and evil qi in the water and soil, Chen Ping'an twisted the talisman with two fingers, shook it gently, after the true qi was poured into it, it was ignited instantly, fortunately, the fingertip of this lantern talisman did not burn fast, compared to the time when he broke into the City God Temple of Caiyi Country alone, it was much inferior, Chen Ping'an was careful, did not extinguish the lantern talisman, and opened the way with the talisman, so as not to have a trap ahead.

In the battle of the mountain pass, not to mention the relationship with a Jindan Earth Immortal, maybe it will also arouse the covetousness of that group of loose cultivators, so you must not be careful.

Not only that, Chen Ping'an also asked the yellow earth cow if he knew that this was a big demon as the king of the mountain, although the ox did not transform into a human form, but he could speak and shake his head, "In the five hundred years since I opened my mind, not to mention the last two hundred years of dormant underground, I have never heard of the mountain spirits and ghosts in Qingluan Country before, but three hundred years ago, in a Buddhist temple three hundred miles away from here, I saw a scene of monks talking about Buddhism, The scene of cinnamon falling like rain is very magical, and it is rumored that the golden cinnamon that fell all over the temple came from those laurel trees in this Qingyao Mountain. ”

Xu Yuanxia stretched out her hand to hold the hat and laughed loudly: " I have been to the Buddhist temple with Zhang Shanfeng a long time ago, the fame is too great, I have to go, but in addition to the inscription on the wall, I didn't see the doorway, the ruins of several famous Buddhist public cases, have long been confined, pilgrims are not allowed to set foot in, the two of us wandered around for a long time, but saw a scene, let me write in the travelogue, there are two small novices who are responsible for carrying the merit box in the twilight, probably because the pilgrims are sparse, there are no outsiders, the two little novices stand on tiptoe, bend down and reach out to grab the money indiscriminately, take out a long time, the first to touch out a silver novice laughed, the two shoulders carry the merit box, take out the silver novice and walk in front, I look with Zhang ShanfengIt turns out that the merit box has to be moved to the back, and there is a long staircase to walk, so it is natural that the front takes advantage of it, and the back bears the burden. ”

Chen Ping'an doesn't know much about Buddhism, and the Buddhism in Aquarius is not prosperous, and it can even be said that it is the one with the least incense in the nine continents, so that Chen Ping'an is in the lotus flower blessed land, and often goes to the Xinxiang Temple adjacent to Zhuangyuan Lane, only to come into contact with some Buddhism, and wondered: "Doesn't it say that monks don't touch money with their hands?"

Zhang Shanfeng smiled, "There are no rules in the world that thunder can't move." ”

Xu Yuanxia quipped: "Those temples are not in vain, this is very Zen to say." ”

Scalpers rarely speak up, and they don't speak unless they are asked by others.

At this moment, it was silent, but it clearly remembered that the ancient Buddhist temple was built at the foot of a mountain, and it was already in the sea viewing realm at that time, it was between the trees on the top of the mountain, looking at the temple, because it did not dare to get too close to the incense in the world, not only for fear of disturbing the world, but also for fear of provoking the disgust of the fairy figures, it could only see a young monk in a snow-white robe from afar, under the eaves of a hanging iron horse, he stretched out his hand, and the golden cinnamon fell on his palm like raindrops.

Chen Ping'an and Zhang Shanfeng Xu Yuanxia were talking and laughing, their steps were fast, and they took the remaining half of the lantern talisman into their sleeves, and they had already come to the cave that Zhu Yong found, which was quite large, like an ancestral hall in a rural village, enough to accommodate thirty or forty people.

Along the way, the yang qi lantern talisman slowly burned, and the farther away from the mountaineering road, the slower the burning speed, this veritable rain, most of the qi practitioners are in the grand event of Jin Guiguan's apprenticeship.

First to the grotto everyone, all of them are women, seven or eight people, the elder is a white-haired old woman, the youngest is no more than a cardamom girl, because of a heavy rain, originally used to cover the appearance of the power fence, it looks cumbersome, and the hat umbrella and clothes are placed at their feet, they are roasting the fire at the moment, seeing Chen Ping'an and his party, their eyes are cold, several of them moved their positions, close to the bonfire, obviously do not want to have too much intersection with Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Zhu Yong, who smiled "honestly".

These women from the same division should be in the rainy place, they entered the grotto, and collected the dead branches early, and now the wind outside the grotto is strong enough to lift the house, and the rain is pouring, Chen Ping'an and his party have to stare dryly, Zhang Shanfeng as a qi practitioner, although the realm is not high, but it is not difficult to make a fire with some introductory techniques, but it is a taboo to go out and use magic powers at will.

Chen Ping'an helped Pei Qian set up a cowhide tent, then took out her clean clothes from the bamboo box and asked Sui to change them for Pei Qian on the right.

When Pei Qian jumped out of the tent, the group of people from the rivers and lakes he met before also returned the same way and came to the grotto to take shelter from the rain in embarrassment.

This rain is really raining, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes have to bow their heads and waists.

Chen Ping'an saw the hook-nosed old man and took the lead in nodding in greeting, and the latter also nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

Since Chen Ping'an was so polite, Zhu Yong and the four of them changed positions and silently vacated a vacant space.

The round-faced girl who seems to be a chicken in the soup has already been surrounded in the middle, blocking the sight of outsiders, after all, the rain soaked through her clothes, and the girl's body curves were exposed.

After the group of Jianghu people sat down, the round-faced girl began to look at the women again, her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Shouldn't you be the mother-in-law of the Rouge Zhai of the Yunxiao Kingdom?"

Previously, the girl just glanced at Chen Ping'an a few times, and the old man in black spoke out to dissuade her, but this time the girl's words were so disrespectful and almost provocative, and the old man still closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear.

Over there, a young woman with sharp energy between her eyebrows and eyes turned her head and said angrily, "Presumptuous!"

The round-faced girl was not afraid, and asked with a smile: "Please advise, why is this girl presumptuous?"

These women are none other than Rouge Zhai from the top wealthy families in the Yunxiao Kingdom, among them, the youngest cardamom girl, with a pointed chin like a goose egg, and a beautiful appearance, her eyes widened, and she looked at this outspoken peer curiously, who dared to provoke Rouge Zhai like this, there are only a handful of people in the rivers and lakes of Yunxiao Country, so it should be a certain gate faction in Qingluan Country or Qingshan Country?

This sharp-chin girl subconsciously stretched out her thumb and rubbed the inscription of a delicate short knife on her waist, with a yellowed bamboo sheath, a round and lovely color, and the word "Er" was engraved on the bamboo.

The senior sister of hers, the young woman had a pair of mandarin duck knives around her waist, and she held the handle of the knife at this time, her face was as cold as frost, and she said in a deep voice: "Then take a hand and try the depth?"

Hand in hand is a relatively elegant way of learning in the martial arts, more literary fighting, not easy to see blood, because as long as the loser sees blood, the same victory is not martial, not how to have a light on the face.

The round-faced girl grimaced at the woman, "With her old age and decades of learning martial arts, what kind of woman is bullying the juniors?"

The young woman was very angry, she is not yet thirty now, what does it mean to learn martial arts for decades?

The white-haired old woman was graceful and said softly to the woman next to her: "What do you do with a junior? ”

The young woman obviously had great respect for the old woman, and immediately bowed her head and said, "Remember." ”

Not far away, the round-faced girl smiled coquettishly, "It's still such an old lady who knows etiquette." ”

In fact, it's still a "good word" that doesn't like to hear.

Chen Ping settled outside of the matter, and only felt that this round-faced girl's ability to poke a knife in other people's hearts was really not small.

The old woman didn't care about this offense, her gaze drifted, and she looked at the old man with a hooked nose, "But the old gang leader of the Daze Gang?"

The old man in black opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I haven't been out for nearly thirty years, and there is still anyone who knows my name?"

The old woman smiled slightly, "That is, in another thirty years, the rivers and lakes will still remember the prestige of the old gang leader Zhu." ”

After the old woman revealed her identity, the expressions of the rouge women changed slightly.

Thirty years ago, he liked to take a bright red carriage, traveled far and wide, galloped through the martial arts of several countries, stained with countless blood, and died under the hands of this person。

Just when Zhu Fengxian was about to continue to close his eyes and recuperate, the old woman who had always given people a very personable impression suddenly said: "But now is different from the past, compared to thirty years ago, the rivers and lakes are deeper, and when you are not in your own territory, it is best to toast more and put on a score, kowtow more and talk less." ”

The round-faced girl's eyes widened suddenly, and she only felt that she had heard the funniest joke in the world, and stared at the white-haired old woman, wanting to know if this old woman was crazy.

Zhu Fengxian said indifferently: "If I remember correctly, since the founding of your ancestor, for more than two hundred years, you Rouge Zhai has been just a second-rate sect in Yunxiao Country, and you have lived a very poor life, why, in the past thirty years, there are people above you girls?"

Chen Ping'an has a big head, how can he just hide from the rain and encounter this kind of inexplicable grievances in the rivers and lakes? Previously, Pei Qian also complained about why after leaving the Bee Tail Crossing, he walked so far, and only bumped into such a guy as the yellow earth cow, and then he could never meet the spirits and ghosts again.

At that moment, Pei Qian listened carefully. This is Jianghuli. If you want to leave yourself in the future, you have to watch more and learn more now.

Zhu Yong nodded secretly, and the surname Zhu was chewy.

The old woman sneered and said: "If there is no accident, the old gang leader Zhu wants to send this little girl to Jinguiguan to practice the immortal family technique, then the old gang leader Zhu knows that the master of Jinguiguan is an old acquaintance with our Rouge Zhai? Among the nine disciples, we have already decided one of them, and this is still the old fairy who took the initiative to speak, so this mountaineering is just a formality." In this way, if the sharp-toothed little girl beside the old gang leader Zhu really has some cultivation qualifications, and the old man looks at the master well, he has the opportunity to call our family Qingcheng Senior Sister. ”

The goose-faced girl in Rouge Zhai blushed a little.

The round-faced girl looked at her and said with a smile: "Your name is early morning, and my name is night." ”

Zhu Fengxian smiled slightly, "The Lord of Jin Guiguan is a rare true immortal, he opened the door this time to accept disciples, so I am willing to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes, but there is really more than one immortal mansion in Qingluan Country, I can kill you first, and then take my granddaughter to visit the immortals elsewhere, or leave this place directly, and let me Daze help the disciples secretly escort you to the woman who escorts you up the mountain, so as to teach her to cultivate with peace of mind." ”

The old woman's face was ugly, and she sneered: "Go to visit immortals elsewhere, it's easy to say! Why does the old fairy of Jin Guiguan have an age limit? Do you Zhu Fengxian know? If you delay for another two or three years, your granddaughter is still a fart immortal, even if she is allowed to enter the immortal mansion because of the love of the Daze Gang, it is estimated that she can only be a maid and maid who serves others." The immortal family cultivation is the most ruthless, do you want me to teach you the truth of Zhu Fengxian?"

Zhu Fengxian's face was gloomy.

It was the round-faced girl who seemed to be "delicate", and her face was black.

She is not a pure martial artist, but a Three Realms Qi Practitioner.

Although the old woman was clumsy and couldn't see this, the girl herself knew that on the road of cultivation, the younger she was, the more she delayed her time for two or three years, and she might need to spend decades to make up for it after becoming a Qi practitioner in the Middle Five Realms.

According to the grandfather Zhu Fengxian and the military master of the Daze Gang, she is a once-in-a-century cultivation material, but unfortunately the Daze Gang arsenal only has one immortal cheats to help enter the middle five realms, and the quality is quite good, but how to become a land immortal who eats and drinks dew and resists the wind, that Taoist book, from a certain immortal family in the history of Qingluan Country where the incense has been broken, but it is not recorded, it should only be the practice of the inner disciples, and only by becoming a descendant can you practice the secret art of this mountain and the inheritance of the ancestor hall.

Pei Qian squatted beside Chen Ping'an, listened to it with relish, and felt that this kind of verbal war was the most interesting, which was more exciting than watching women scratch each other on the streets of Nanyuan Guojing when she was a child.

Chen Ping'an was a little worried, neither side was a fuel-efficient lamp, he was afraid that they would fight if they disagreed, the grotto was just like this, there was nowhere to hide, and the sword had no eyes, do you want him to open his mouth now to remind him that it is impossible for the Daze Gang and the Rouge Zhai to go out and fight?

Chen Ping'an sighed, stood up, walked straight between the two groups, walked to the door of the grotto, twisted out the half-piece lantern talisman hidden in his sleeve with two fingers, and burned again, a small golden flame, even in such a big wind and rain, it was still like a grass in the warm spring breeze, swaying leisurely, and then Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled: "This rain is strange, this extraordinary yin and evil breath, from the beginning of the rain until now, has been endless, it is very likely that it is hidden in the shadows of the qi practitioners. It depends on the situation, the immortals of Jinguiguan have not yet made a move, so you must be careful on the way to Jinguiguan this time, the grievances of the rivers and lakes, you might as well put it aside for the time being, after all, it is the road of cultivation that the two girls are close to, and it is more important. ”

Chen Ping'an glanced at each of the two girls, and said slowly: "Why do you have to go narrower and narrower on the path of cultivation under your feet? ”

Zhu Fengxian smiled and nodded, "What this son said is very true, I hope that I will have the opportunity to come to my Daze Gang as a guest in the future, and someone in Zhu will definitely set up a big table to receive the banquet." ”

Although it is a kind word, this kind sentence said by the old devil Zhu Fengxian himself, at least in the rivers and lakes of Qingluan Country, is still worth a lot of real money.

The white-haired old woman glanced at the yellow paper talisman in Chen Ping'an's hand, and said with a smile: "Son's golden and jade words, our family Qingcheng will definitely remember them." ”

The egg-faced girl smiled at Chen Ping'an.

The yang qi lantern talisman on Chen Ping'an's fingertips had burned out, and the golden flame was extinguished, Chen Ping'an rubbed his fingertips and laughed, "Someone said that when you walk in the rivers and lakes, your fist can't be high." is a god, and it is useless to be high. ”

The round-faced girl smiled and asked, "Dare to ask Childe, which master said it?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "A friend." ”

The round-faced girl who called herself "Night" stretched out her thumb and sighed, "Convincing!"

The egg-faced girl named "Early Morning" is a little curious about the young man's identity.

Zhu Fengxian and the old woman of Rouge Zhai glanced at each other, they were all old rivers and lakes, and everything was in plain sight. This little festival between the two sides, compared to the cultivation of their respective juniors, is not worth mentioning, even if they have a bad heart, before the mountaineering smoothly enters the Jingui Temple, the two sides really need to do the well water does not interfere with the river water, and even once there is danger on the road, maybe the Daze Gang and Rouge Zhai will also cooperate sincerely and help each other in the same boat.

Chen Ping'an turned his head to look outside.

The rain is still staggering.

I don't know what season the lotus flower blessed land is now?

I don't know which of the ten people in the world there are today? But the national teacher is in autumn, Yu Zhenyi, the head of the Hushan faction, and Lu Fang from a bird's-eye view of the peak must be among them.

I don't know if the house in that alley has posted brand new door gods and Spring Festival couplets?

Chen Ping'an sighed softly.

After picking the bamboo box, at this time, Chen Ping'an only carried the half-immortal soldier that the old Dragon City Fu family pretended to lend to Fan Junmao and compensated him, "Sword Immortal".

Chen Ping'an raised his head and looked at the height of the dark rain curtain.

I was ignorant and ignorant at that time, and I remember that there was a guy wearing a hat and a donkey, "bragging" about his swordsmanship, and in the heavy rain, he couldn't splash water.

Now even he Chen Ping'an can do it.

I just don't know when I can become a real sword immortal?

The "sword immortal" behind him, Chen Ping'an had difficulty even drawing the sword out of the sheath for the time being, and as soon as he thought of this, he took off the sword raising gourd and drank a big sip of wine.

Just forgot that the wine in the jug was not made by osmanthus or by Shuijing immortals, but by Fan Junmao's medicinal wine, Chen Ping'an suddenly felt excited, his face was flushed, and he coughed, so he had to put the back of his hand against his mouth, turned around, and walked towards Pei Qian with a little apology.

For a while, there was no fairy demeanor.

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Baishui Temple is located in the south of the central part of Qingluan country, there is spring water in the temple and is born on the ground, such as pearl rolling, boiling tea first, so that there are often literati and scholars of Yunxiao and Qingshan, specially come here to draw spring and drink tea, the incense of Baishui Temple is prosperous, it is also reasonable, so it is called the world with the Beishan Temple in the capital, but compared to the activity of the monks of Beishan Temple in the court and the field, the monks of Baishui Temple do not seem to like to show their heads, and in the past 100 years, there is no Zen master who can be called dazzling, it is inevitable that there is a suspicion of eating the old book.

Therefore, this incomparably grand debate of Buddhism and Taoism, Beishan Temple is the most popular, on the other hand, there is still no monk in Baishui Temple, which has a thousand-year-old origin, and has threatened to attend the grand meeting that determines the order of the three religions.

Recently, the spring rain has continued, the Qingluan national temple stands in the misty rain, today in the evening, there is a young monk wearing a snow-white robe, walking slowly in the Baishui Temple.

Baishui Temple has been closed for nearly a month, suffering those sincere good men and women.

The young monk's face was cold, and the old monk and the little novice greeted him along the way, and the young monk in his eye-catching robe was all used to it.

The young monk came to a small pond railing with green water, this inconspicuous pond, but has the reputation of Longtan, because it is rumored that in the small but very deep pond, there is an old turtle, which is the monk of the beginning of the construction of the Baishui Temple.

The young monks continued to walk casually, walking in the corridor on the back side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, step by step, a string of delicate bells hung under the eaves, when the young monks climbed the stairs, there was a spirit called "Iron Horse under the eaves", conceived and inhabited in the bells, at this time they flew out of the bells, with a pair of transparent wings, began to shake the wind chimes. The young monk didn't seem to like the peaceful atmosphere of the tinkling and the quieter of the ancient temple, and frowned.

Those small and delicate spirits immediately hid back in the bell.

The young monk turned his head and overlooked a small square behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which was the site of the history of Baishui Temple, "the monk said the law, the goddess scattered flowers", remembered that a lot of golden cinnamon fell that day, and the monks who preached the Dharma and listened to the Dharma monks all sat in the laurel pile, and the monk who said the Dharma was not very comfortable with the fragrance, and sneezed several times. The listener had a heart, felt that he understood, and figured out a lot of words, and then wrote them all on the stone tablet of Baishui Temple.

After walking the stairs and reaching the top, we bypassed the Tibetan scripture building and went to the abbot's room, where there was a half-person-high yellow mud wall, which enclosed a small world, and there was a well, and there were stone tables and stone benches next to the well.

The young monk pushed open the small door of the bamboo fence and walked to the well, the mouth of which had been sealed for many years.

In the early years, there was a famous public case of Buddhism here, which is said to have been heard even in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, which is the reason why Baishui Temple has not produced a high monk for nearly a hundred years, but it is still standing. Regarding this public case, Baihe Temple has quarreled for hundreds of years, the major temples of Qingluan Country have quarreled, the Buddhism and Taoism have quarreled, and the literati who have learned Buddhism in the past generations have also quarreled over this, and they are boiling, just on the walls of the temple to express their opinions on this public case, there are as many as more than 40 high-ranking monks and writers from all over the world.

The abundance of the Tibetan scriptures of Baishui Temple, the essence and completeness of the unique and rare books, crowned the Qingluan country, but this young monk who stood by the well in a daze hated that place the most and did not set foot in it once.

The word "deviating from the scriptures" is the devil's theory.

The Buddha's head is just dung.

He sat at the mouth of the well, which looked like a round stool after the blocking, and he had a question that he had not been able to figure out all these years.

I remember that the Buddhist scriptures say that an Arhat who became a Buddha in later life, the Heavenly Demon appeared and threatened him, and the Arhat was terrified, so he went to the Buddha, and then the Buddha granted a Dharma, and the Heavenly Demon was eliminated.

When the young monk first read this, he didn't think much about it, but one day he woke up in horror and fell into untold suffering.

He had an obsession in his heart.

"Why is it that I, a small monk in a small temple, am confident that I will not be so out of shape when I meet the heavenly demons, and that the great Arhat who is destined to become a Buddha and a disciple of the Buddha, will feel terrified and uneasy? What is the difference between this and a lay master who has never studied Buddhism? Where is the root of wisdom? Where is the Dharma that I have learned? Where is the Dharma passed on by the Buddha? How high and how far can such an Arhat become a Buddha and how far can the Dharma be passed on again?"

The young monk pondered and sat alone at the mouth of the well, bursting into tears.

This young monk, who was suddenly enlightened when he was young, vaguely remembers his former self, and it was here that he cut a cat, cut it in two, and threw it into the well.

For so many years, the young monk has been silent, but in the Baishui Monastery he worked diligently, so his hands and feet were calloused, and every cold winter he would have chilblains and cracks, and his hands were full of blood.

He slapped the sealed well again and again, and the flesh and blood of his palms gradually blurred, and he didn't know it.

The young monk opened his mouth hoarsely, unable to cry, still slapping the mouth of the well with his palm, "Wrong, wrong, you are wrong, the Dharma is in it...... I'm also wrong, I can't say Zen, it's wrong to open my mouth, but it's also wrong not to speak? We're all wrong, how can we be good......