Ziyi had long been accustomed to Murong Qingyi's teasing, and he didn't bother to pay attention to her, but just carefully looked at the tiger in front of him.

"It's so powerful!"

I don't know if the tiger understood what he said, but he roared three times into the sky, and these three sounds seemed to shake the entire Lone Star Peak, echoing in the empty valley for a long time.

Finely broken stones fell from the mountain.

After the tiger screamed three times, he pounced on Murong Qingyi, and before Murong Qingyi could make a move, he saw a white dress floating in front of her.

The seven-star sword in Wang Chenfeng's hand was a sharp weapon in the world, but it was tightly clamped by the tiger's two tiger claws.

A roar exploded in Wang Chenfeng's ears, and a demonic wind mixed with a fishy smell blew his long sideburns and hair flying.

A large mouth of blood was enough to swallow both his and Murong Qingyi's heads in one gulp.

Wang Chenfeng pulled out the seven-star sword in his hand with all his strength, stabbed out with a sword, several swords followed, the true qi on the sword body shot out, exploded on the stone steps of the cloud ladder, and after a burst of stone chips flew, the smoke dispersed, and the white tiger brushed away the gravel on his face with his claws, shook his head, and stared at Wang Chenfeng viciously.

"This tiger is quite powerful, even if you are a martial arts master, it is difficult to protect your whole body from retreating, how can this tiger be fine."

Although Su Muchen grew up in the north, he rarely saw such a fierce beast, especially such a fierce beast that seemed to have understood human nature.

The seven-star sword in Wang Chenfeng's hand was full of white mangs, and a stream of sword qi surged, and just as he was about to strike again, a Sanskrit sound like a bell came out in the clouds and mist, resounding through the valley.

"Amitabha"

When the white tiger heard this Buddha call, he lay on the ground like a kitten obediently.

They saw a monk in a robe and a tin staff come out of the mist.

The monk was in his forties, his eyebrows and eyes were as resolute as a knife, and he had a string of huge rosaries hanging from his neck, each of which was almost the size of a peach.

He put on a pair of brown and yellow Arhat shoes on his feet, and slowly walked towards Wang Chenfeng and the others.

"Why did you come to this Great Zhaoming Temple?"

His voice was thick and full of energy, and his cultivation was obviously very high, and every time he said a word, he felt heavy in his heart.

"I'm the Marquis of Ziyi, looking for your abbot, Master Huiming, and I have something important to ask for."

"Senior Brother Huiming is in retreat, please come back."

After speaking, he patted the white tiger lying on the ground, the white tiger stood up, he sat on the back of the white tiger, and let the white tiger carry it again, and walked to the height of the ladder again.

"Dare to ask the master's number?"

"I'm Hui'an, the gatekeeper of Zhaoming Temple."

Master Hui'an didn't look back, and continued to walk the way he came.

"Why can't we enter the Great Zhaoming Temple, even if Master Huiming is not there, I will find other people too!"

The purple-clothed marquis shouted behind him.

Hui An patted the white tiger's head, and the white tiger stopped, he looked back at the purple-clothed marquis, and said lightly: "The Buddha is destined to be a person, you have no relationship with the Buddha, and you can't enter this mountain gate." ”

Murong Qingyi was almost killed by this big white tiger, and he was also a little angry at this time: "What is a destined person!" Why do you say that we are not destined! ”

"People who believe in cause and effect, learn Buddhism, seek enlightenment, and are kind and compassionate are destined people, your utilitarian heart is too strong, and the intention of killing is too heavy, and it is incompatible with this Buddhist pure land, so let's go down the mountain quickly."

Murong Qingyi was speechless by what he said.

But I only heard Wang Chenfeng come forward and Lang Lang said: "Master, slow, can you listen to me." ”

Hui An nodded and motioned for Wang Chenfeng to continue.

"The four kinds of people mentioned by Master Fang Cai are indeed people with deep Buddha affinity, but the master may have forgotten that there is another sentence in the Buddhist scriptures."

Hui An didn't believe that Wang Chenfeng could say anything at this time, thinking that he was just delaying time, so he asked without replying, "Which sentence?" ”

"The Buddhist scriptures say that everyone has a great compassion, Vima Tu has no two hearts, there is a kind of true interest everywhere, and the eaves of the golden house are not two places; The Buddhist scriptures also say that all sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Buddha, doesn't this mean that all sentient beings have Buddha nature, all sentient beings have Buddha fate, whether they are butchers or hunters, whether they are poor or rich, the Buddha nature is the same, good as Vima, evil as butchers, Buddha nature is the same. ”

After Wang Chenfeng finished speaking, Hui'an lowered his head and was silent, pondering for a long time, and finally slowly raised his head, his clear eyes full of epiphany joy.

"This benefactor, thanks to the teaching, the poor monk is wrong, you can follow me up the mountain, as for whether Senior Brother Huiming is willing to see you, and whether you can get what you want, it depends on your creation."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ziyi Hou happily patted Wang Chenfeng's shoulder: "Good boy, I really didn't expect you to be proficient in Buddhism." ”

"I don't know much, I just happened to see it before."

Su Muchen walked forward, the spear in his hand was like a cane on the stone steps, supporting his body.

Liu Yunyan wanted to step forward to help, but he refused: "It's not in the way, I'll walk by myself." ”

Wang Chenfeng hurriedly followed, and Ziyi Hou and Murong Qingyi also followed, following Su Muchen up the mountain.

In the clouds and mist, everyone could only see things within a zhang in front of them, and Hui An didn't know where he had gone for a long time.

They all watched the road under their feet carefully, for fear that one of them would accidentally step on the air and fall under the cliff.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they gradually heard the sound of bells, the chanting of monks, and the beating of wooden fish.

At this time, they came to the top of the peak, and the wind was very strong on the peak, and the clouds and mist were not as thick as they were.

They saw that at the end of the ladder was the mountain gate of the Great Zhaoming Temple.

Hui An stood in front of the mountain gate with a smile on his face and waited for them, and the only one who accompanied Hui An was his white tiger.

At this time, the white tiger was lying beside Hui An, licking his palm happily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have worked hard, this is the Great Zhaoming Temple."

Wang Chenfeng looked up, a golden plaque stood across the mountain gate, and the four-character dragon and phoenix danced on the plaque, and it was three points into the wood.

This is exactly what Emperor Wen personally mentioned in this dynasty, and it has been more than 100 years ago.

In front of the mountain gate, there are three layers of stone stairs with dozens of steps, and although the mountain gate is large, there is only one small novice cleaning the fallen leaves on the mountain, and there is no one else.

Under the stone steps is a pair of stone lions, two or three people high, full of might, at this time Hui An and the white tiger are standing next to the stone lion on the left.

"Donors, please come in."

"Shall we go in by ourselves?" The Marquis of Ziyi was a little unbelievable, although he was also an imperial prince and a hereditary marquis, but he was the first time he came back to this Great Zhaoming Temple.