"Alas, they are all miserable people," said the abbot, who at this time walked out of the corridor with an oil lamp in his hand.

"Dare to ask the abbot, can you know the life and name of the owner of the tomb?"

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and shook his head slightly, "It's been too long, please forgive me for not remembering clearly." ”

Shen Xingliu could only sigh, it was a pity that such a hero didn't even know his name.

"However, according to legend, he left a big character, which is on the cliff behind the temple."

"Can you take me to see it?"

The old monk bowed slightly, "Of course you can, the donor is here, please!" ”

After getting permission, Shen Xingliu's expression was a little excited.

And Tang Xuanxuan also wanted to go over and take a look, "Xiaolan, you are here to take care of the little wolf, let's go back as soon as we go." ”

"No problem, Sister Xuanxuan, you can go with confidence."

Ruan Xiaolan patted her chest playfully, "I'll leave it to me here." ”

......

"Whew!"

At this time, the abbot held a dim oil lamp and took Shen Xingliu and the others to the back of the temple.

On the silent mountain road, there is only the sound of slight footsteps, and the sound of the autumn wind blowing through the lights.

The abbot did not cultivate his internal strength, but he could walk like a fly, and even Shen Xingliu almost didn't catch up.

Only then did he remember that the gaiters on his legs had not been removed, and he only felt that his calves were sore.

Fortunately, the mountain road was not long, and I soon came to the cliff.

"Abbot, why are you here?"

At the foot of the cliff, there were two warrior monks who stepped forward and asked with concern.

The abbot smiled slightly, "It's okay, just bring two donors to read the words." ”

"Late at night, I still look at Haihan." Shen Xingliu bowed to the two warrior monks.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are serious," the two warrior monks clasped their hands together, "Little monk, go and light the torch for the donor." ”

After that, the two warrior monks came to both sides of the cliff, glanced at each other, and drew their internal strength.

Only two "plop" sounds were heard, and the braziers on both sides were blazing.

Shen Xingliu took two steps forward, looked up at the firelight, and saw a big character appear in front of him, full of ten zhang in size.

This word iron painting silver hook, vigorous and powerful, is a "blade" word, obviously the general carved with a sword, contains infinite mystery, very fascinating.

"Good words, good words..."

Shen Xingliu looked up at this big character, as if there were thousands of troops fighting on the battlefield in front of him, and it seemed like there was only a lonely ranger in the rivers and lakes, waving the sword in his hand.

No, it seems that there is more to it than that, what is it?

Shen Xingliu closed his eyes and pondered.

"Amitabha, the donor really has a fate with this word, so let him stay here for one night." The abbot nodded, relieved.

Over the years, as long as someone wanted to read words, the abbot would bring them here, and all the people who came were amazing and beautiful, but they all returned in vain.

Only the young man in front of him had an induction with this word, could it be that this is the will of heaven?

"Abbot, I'll send you down the mountain to rest." A warrior monk said softly.

The abbot stroked his beard and smiled, "Although the old man is old, he can still walk these distances." ”

can give this word, find the inheritor, and also settle one of his thoughts, "You stay here, protect the Dharma for the benefactor, and I will go back myself." ”

Let's say, the old abbot, who was strong and strong, straightened his back and went down the mountain.

After the two warrior monks said goodbye to the abbot, they bent down to Tang Xuanxuan and saluted: "Female donor, I still need to do evening classes, please take care of yourself." ”

"It should." Tang Xuanxuan bowed slightly, found a stone and sat down.

Immediately, the warrior monk went straight back to the stone futon and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

......

While Shen Xingliu was looking at the words, Tang Xuanxuan also looked over.

Isn't it just an ordinary word? As for watching it for so long?

Just when her eyes were sore, she looked at Shen Xingliu and found that between her eyebrows, there was a faint white light overflowing.

"Is it me looking, looking?" Tang Xuanxuan rubbed her eyes, and then looked at it intently, and her heart couldn't help but surge.

Demon, you can look inside just by looking at a word?

According to Shen Xingliu, he has already vipassana twice, is he going to "see independence" this time?

However, it doesn't look like it.

At this time, Shen Xingliu was still standing in place, raising his head slightly, closing his eyes and pondering.

I saw that there was a white light flashing in the center of his eyebrows, and every time the light group flickered, it would turn around.

With each turn, the light will brighten up for a minute, until finally, the light can already illuminate most of the cliff.

At the same time, in Shen Xingliu's sea of consciousness, the spiritual consciousness fish slowly flew out from the great river of Tongtian.

In the past, he tried his best, but he couldn't urge the great river, which was emitting a faint white fluorescence, as if it was pulled out by the will in the big character.

"Whew, smm, smh..."

For a while, countless white rays of light shot out from Shen Xingliu's eyebrows, curling like light smoke, drifting towards the cliff.

There seemed to be countless little black men hidden in the font, wielding beautiful sword techniques one by one, shooting towards the center of his eyebrows.

The two warrior monks turned a deaf ear to the sudden appearance of the vision, and they didn't even lift their eyelids.

Time passed minute by minute, but what he didn't know was that in the Yudu not far away, there were rows of officials kneeling in front of the palace hall.

An impeachment against him is also quietly unfolding.

......

"Smack!"

Imperial Palace, inside the Imperial Study.

Emperor Yu smashed the jade cup in his hand fiercely, and the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting around were all lying on the ground and trembling.

Because these people have never seen His Majesty so angry.

"Your Majesty is angry, don't be angry with the dragon body." Grandpa Fei gently picked up the fragments on the ground and handed them to the little palace maid on the side.

At this moment, Emperor Yu was sitting on the low couch and closed his eyes gently, but judging from his undulating chest, it could be seen that he was very angry.

Grandpa Fei lowered his eyes, picked up the folds scattered on the ground one by one, and put them on the low table.

"Grandpa Fei, did you say I did something wrong?"

On the low couch, Emperor Yu let out a soft question.

But Gonggong Fei was frightened, and hurriedly bowed down and said: "Your Majesty is a saint and will not make mistakes, and it is the fault of those ministers to make mistakes." ”

In the imperial study, after a long silence, Emperor Yu got up and picked up a copy of the recital and read it again.

It was written on the fold that Shen Xingliu colluded with water bandits and mobilized government soldiers without authorization.

Emperor Yu frowned, he didn't like it very much, these old stubborn people knew that it was my order, but they bit Shen Xingliu alone.

On weekdays, a group of civil and military ministers only know how to report good news and not bad news, didn't I just give him a gold medal? Can it make your eyes red like this? Or is it deliberately pushed?

Whatever the reason, it seems that they can't hide, so let's just go and see them.

"Oh, Your Majesty, why don't you put on your shoes, it's cold and dewy, be careful of the dragon's body."

I saw that Emperor Yu got barefoot on the low couch, with only a light yellow underwear on his body, pinching the fold with his fingertips, holding his hands behind his back, and swaying towards the Fengtian Palace.

"Walk, drive the Fengtian Temple!"

In the palace, I didn't know what was going on, and it wasn't until the fourth watch that a group of ministers dispersed.

The Nanyu court is a five-day dynasty, and after it disperses today, the ministers can also have a good rest.

......

Early in the morning of the second day.

On the Purple Jade Mountain, Jiaye Temple.

Xiao Shami was leading the little wolf and Ruan Xiaolan at the gate of the temple, waiting for the two of them who went to the back mountain.

"Brother Shen..."

The little wolf sniffed his nose, turned his head to look, and saw Shen Xingliu and the two from afar.

After a night of induction, Shen Xingliu was refreshed at this time, and it seemed that his realm had been raised to another level.

It's just that he is still far from the realm of "seeing independence".

And this also made him cry out for pity, but he ushered in Tang Xuanxuan's white eyes, are you really so easy to cultivate?

"Little wolf, your leggings can be removed, right?" Shen Xingliu smiled, and suddenly felt that something was wrong in the little wolf's body.

Looking at its little face full of qi and blood, full of red light, where is it still as weak as yesterday?

"Hehe, Brother Shen, I've broken through to the fourth grade." The little wolf smiled and removed the gaiters on Shen Xingliu's legs and tied them back to his own legs.

Now, the weight of 400 catties is on his legs, like the weight of a piece of grass.

"Really, let me see?" Tang Xuanxuan was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly grabbed the bouncing wolf and took her pulse.

"Sure enough, you and Starstream are both monsters,"

After a little investigation, Tang Xuanxuan blurted out, "Without internal strength, can you advance to the fourth grade?" It seems that you really had a good chance yesterday. ”

"Hahaha!"

Shen Xingliu was overjoyed and nodded, "This may be a blessing in disguise!" ”

As a result, Tang Xuanxuan complained again, and she was not allowed to do such a dangerous thing next time.

The two stuck out their tongues, craned their necks, and nodded their heads repeatedly.

Ruan Xiaolan looked at the funny two, smiled, and was pulled away by the anxious Tang Xuanxuan.

Hmph, don't pay any attention to you two martial madmen anymore!

"Little master, why haven't you seen the abbot?"

When Shen Xingliu was about to leave, he didn't see the abbot for a long time.

"The abbot probably hasn't gotten up yet, do you need the little monk to invite him?" The little novice is also very strange, the abbot should have gotten up on weekdays.

"No need, let's let his old man rest more." Shen Xingliu bowed in the direction of the main hall, and then walked out of the temple gate with the little wolf.

Last night in the back mountain, he gained a lot, but there seems to be some secret hidden in that word, it seems that he has to wait for the next time.

Today the sky is cloudy and there is no sunshine.

When the group is about to reach the foot of the mountain, the autumn rain arrives as scheduled, looking back at the purple jade mountain, the drizzle is hazy, the clouds and smoke are curling, accompanied by the sound of bells, adding a bit of mystery.

This also made him think of a poem, "The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal." What a paradise on earth. ”

Although these light rains could no longer stain his clothes, he did not use the slightest internal force and let the autumn rain hit his face.

Shen Xingliu came to the dock slowly, and the little wolf ran into the merchant ship early to hide from the rain.

Such a beautiful scenery can only be enjoyed by him alone.

The merchant ship slowly sailed towards Yudu, and it was still more than twenty miles away from Yudu.