The bells rang one after another, turning into golden waves that swept away the layers of cold clouds on Shaomu Mountain.

Wipe away the clouds and mist, and the white-walled temples hanging on the mountainside stand in the world.

The bronze bell on it. The morning bell and dusk drums, accompanied by the sound of the mighty bell, spread throughout the Shaomuro Mountain.

Hearing the bell, the troubles are light, the wisdom is long, the Putti is born, leaving hell, out of the fire pit, wishing to become a Buddha and save all sentient beings.

The deep, long bell heralds the Buddha's descent into the world.

At the foot of the mountain, there were piles of horse-drawn carriages and people crowded the pass.

Some knelt on the ground, hands clasped, and gazed reverently at the temple in the sky.

Some people lie in the carriage for several nights, just to wait for the opportunity to enter this spotless Buddhist temple.

In the harsh environment of the north, this temple is like a holy lotus in the sand, and its holiness is beyond reach.

There are countless people who come with the heart of the Buddha and admire it.

The Shaolin Temple on Shaomuro Mountain is a huge cultivation sect that can be compared to the Ethereal Peak.

Today's Shaolin Temple abbot Master Yuan Zheng is also recognized as the "first person to refine the body" in the cultivation world, the golden light is free to retract and release, and he can move mountains and seas with his fists and feet alone, and his cultivation has reached the vast breaking realm, how many people in the world can be opposed?

His two junior disciples are not idle monks, Master Yuan Xuan has a unique knowledge of Shaolin, known as the Vajra Thunderbolt, just like the Buddha Rakshasa in the world.

Another junior disciple is not in the temple all the year round, walking in the world, purifying all sentient beings, and the eldest disciple of the ethereal peak, Yu Yanzi, is called "the world's double stream".

The little monk Juehui is the youngest, and he can't talk about teaching Buddhism every day, but he is a personal disciple of Master Yuan Xuan, and he can't do any chores every day.

Apart from the boring practice and recitation of Buddhist scriptures, there was little else for Huijue to do.

Sitting alone on the edge of the cliff, looking at the vast flow of people below, his feet involuntarily swayed back and forth.

Every day the temple is very lively, there are many people who come here to pray for blessings, and Huijue can see thousands of different faces every day.

However, it is not in vain to ask for degrees, and some of the incense money must be left, and the money box under the incense burner of each temple is almost filled with copper coins.

There are many disciples in the temple, and they also have to eat fast and live.

"Little junior brother, little junior brother!"

A bearded monk dressed in Buddhist robes covered himself, his legs clamped tightly, his eyes glazed and his lips pale, and he walked over with a twisted grin.

"What's the matter, senior brother?"

The bearded monk suddenly grabbed his lower buttocks with one hand, tried to lift it up, and his mouth twitched, "Help, do my brother a favor!"

Huijue's eyes lit up, and he replied, "No problem!"

"I ate bad stomach last night, it's really not good today, wait for someone to send a few cars of fresh vegetarian vegetables to the back mountain, you help me move to the back room, I, I'll go squatting for a while, you go to the backyard and wait!"

He clamped his legs, his calves were still trembling, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he ran away with his buttocks.

Sure enough, it's a cook! In charge of the back kitchen, is it okay to eat as much as you want?

Hui Jue scratched his bare little head, smiled and walked away in one step and two steps.

Since Chang'an came back, Master Yuan Xuan has become more strict with himself, and he knows the reason.

On the ink platform, although he defeated the governor of Suzaku Street, it was just a suppression.

That Heimu and Lin Ying are what they care about, although the Aohai Sword Gate is in Dongying, it is also a big faction, and he is almost the same as Heimu Realm, and in the end, there is a gap of one move.

And that Lin Ying is the most terrifying, she is the absolute crushing of cultivation!

The silver sword swung and knocked Kuroki to the point of being unable to fight back in an instant.

At that time, even in the audience, he had a feeling of being crushed inexplicably, and after all came back, Master Yuan Xuan was even more strict with himself.

There was little noise in the temple except for the lingering bells that slowly reverberate.

A stone road leads to the bamboo forest of the back mountain, a glance away, the bamboo is empty as the heart, everything is vain, with a hollow heart for the way to seek Buddha practice.

Lush and layered, this trail has a sense of seclusion.

The bamboo forest is as deep as the sea, and only when you are in it, the dark waves on the bamboo leaves will be used on your chest.

Juehui and other potential disciples generally practice in the back mountains, and the bamboo forest is the best choice for diligent cultivation!

The monk eats fasting to express the purity of his heart.

Therefore, the vegetables purchased in the surrounding towns are generally vegetarian dishes and the like, and they are regularly delivered to the back mountains.

The bearded monk just now was the manager of the back kitchen.

The little monk Juehui trotted all the way through the bamboo sea and came to the gate of the back mountain.

It is said that today it is the people who came to the restaurant in Anyang Fengyu to deliver vegetarian dishes, which is strange, and the name of this restaurant is so strange!

The wind and rain come, the wind and rain come, and there are restaurants that will look forward to the wind and rain, and they generally take the name of auspiciousness.

I don't know if the gang has arrived, the little monk Huijue opened the back door while muttering.

The back mountain road is different from the front mountain, the front road is a layer of stone steps, and a large road leads straight up the back mountain.

Seven carriages were loaded with fresh vegetarian dishes, enough to eat in the temple for a month!

"This master! Wind and rain come to the restaurant to bring food to the masters!" Just as the little monk Juehui was staring at a cart of vegetarian dishes and thinking about how to enjoy it, a clear voice came to his ears.

Jue Hui looked at the source of the sound, the man was holding a folding fan in his hand, wearing a green shirt with wide sleeves, wearing a white ink cloth shirt, wearing a silver-edged ink flower belt, his hair was tied behind his head, his face was delicate, his eyes were as deep as night, his appearance was dignified, his slender fingers were as slender as soft and soft and holding the folding fan, and there was a trace of chuckle on his mouth, and he was heroic.

The man was followed by four or five people, one of whom was extremely strong and tall, and one of whom was noteworthy and dressed in a yellow coat and a hat, and his face could not be seen clearly with his head down.

"Amitabha, you're really in trouble!"

Juehui didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly folded his hands and saluted a few people.

"Hey, the master has seen the outside, how can a worldly master like you give us a salute!"

The man in Tsing Yi in the lead hurriedly waved his hand, smiled bitterly and saluted, his eyes secretly aimed at Juehui, "What a face of the master and student!

The man asked, dragging a folding fan with one hand and holding his cheek with the other, "I don't know who the master is?"

"Oh, in Xia Juehui, senior brother, he is not feeling well, and I will receive you today. Jue Hui's face flushed, he was not good at dealing with people for too long.

"It's okay, it's the same for everyone, don't be surprised, I'm just afraid that the food behind me will be lost!"

"Yes, yes!" Jue Hui touched her little head in embarrassment.