Mt. Myonne is not a single mountain, but is made up of dozens of peaks, large and small. The main peak is huge, towering into the clouds, and there are many pavilion buildings, temples and halls, and pagodas on the mountain. The white marble road is like a jade belt wrapped around the mountain.

Incense is flourishing here, burning day and night, and even ten miles away, you can smell the unique smell of the temple. Pious people are like ants, sometimes kneeling and kowtowing, wandering among the mountain peaks. I don't know if it's a custom that came from the Great West, but many people will circle around the foot of the main peak, that is, turn the mountain, and it is said that the sacred mountain can bless people with peace.

Wang Meng led Zhang Shanfeng, Zhang Shanfeng carried Guan Zhong on his back, and quickly walked towards Miaoyin Mountain. When they came to the foot of Miaoyin Mountain, the sky was already dark, but the entire Miaoyin Mountain was brightly lit, and the sound of chanting was soft, which seemed to linger in people's ears and make people feel peaceful.

Ten years ago, Wang Meng was twenty-four years old, young and frivolous, feeling that the Buddha could not be trusted, thinking that the monks were bald donkeys who cheated and cheated and drank idlely, and prepared to go to Miaoyin Temple to fight the monks. When he walked to the foot of Miaoyin Mountain, he was shocked by the magnificent momentum and dense architecture of Miaoyin Mountain, and heard the sound of natural Sanskrit coming from the temple.

Just as Wang Meng was dejected and ready to leave, he happened to meet the Qingyun Zen Master who had returned from penance. At that time, Zen Master Qingyun was dressed in rags, described as withered, his hair was like withered grass, and he was covered with dust and dirt, like a beggar.

At this time, Wang Meng's mood had calmed down, and with kindness, he took out his dry food and carefully fed it to Zen Master Qingyun. Zen Master Qingyun woke up and was moved to see Wang Meng. So he showed Wang Meng his face, but he shook his head and said: "The son's face is prominent, his cheekbones are prominent, his lips are shallow, and he has the eloquent tongue of the world, but he has no luck in achieving great things." And the heart is thin, narrow and selfish, easy to provoke others to hold grudges, fear of suffering. I wanted to accept you as a disciple and resolve the sins of this life. But with your current nature, you must not be willing! You saved me today, it is really a coincidence, just after listening to the Sanskrit sound in the temple and having an epiphany, clearing your heart for a moment, you have a good heart. If I had come a little earlier, or half a minute late, you would have ignored me! Since you had saved my life, I should naturally repay it! You should take this hairpin, and if you suffer misfortune in the future, you can go to Miaoyin Temple to find me with this hairpin!"

Wang Meng listened to the words of Zen Master Qingyun at that time, he was furious, he didn't expect that he had saved him kindly, and he would say bad things about himself so meanly, grabbed the hairpin, looked at it, and sneered: "The monk actually carried the hairpin! I don't know which woman he has done good deeds with, and he left something to love!"

Hearing Wang Meng's words, Zen Master Qingyun's eyes were a little angry, but it quickly dissipated, turned his mind around, and sighed again and again, "Hey! After ten years of hard work, my mind is still so susceptible to fluctuations! I can't become a Buddha in this life!!" After Zen Master Qingyun finished speaking, he suddenly tapped his toes on the ground, like a flying swallow sweeping towards the main peak of Miaoyin Mountain, and disappeared into the clouds and mist in an instant.

Wang Meng was shocked, and at this moment he knew that Zen Master Qingyun was a true cultivator of Buddhism, and he couldn't help but feel guilty for his slanderous words to Xiangcai, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Miaoyin Mountain, and then left.

Since then, Wang Meng has carried the hairpin with him, studied the trickery for ten years, and then entered the Fallen City, ready to show his ambitions, but he was really excluded, if it were not for the trust of Liu Rulong in the Western District, maybe Wang Meng had been secretly killed by Cheng Fu Jianye.

Now that Guan Zhong was seriously injured, he knew that Zen Master Qingyun had the best strength, so he took Guan Zhong to Miaoyin Mountain.

After handing the hairpin to a disciple of Miaoyin Temple, the disciple took the hairpin and rushed to the main peak, moving quickly, not weak tiger and leopard.

Zhang Shanfeng and Wang Meng couldn't help but admire, sure enough, the monks in Miaoyin Temple are extraordinary, just ordinary disciples have such strength, it is really respectable. Wang Meng recalled the disrespect he had for the monks, and couldn't help but be ashamed, and bowed twice to the main peak of Miaoyin Mountain with his fists in his fists, as if he were a devout Buddhist believer.

A moment later, a figure flashed quickly, like lightning, it was actually Zen Master Qingyun himself who came here.

Zen Master Qingyun acted like the wind, came to Wang Meng in the blink of an eye, hugged his fist slightly towards Wang Meng, seemed to be happy, and said with a smile: "Wang Gongzi!

Zhang Shanfeng raised his head and looked at Zen Master Qingyun, but he never thought that Zen Master Qingyun was so tall, almost a zhang, with a kind face, white beard and white eyebrows, and his eyes were shining brightly. Dressed in a purple robe, it seems to be shining with Buddha light. The bald head thief is bright, at night, like a light bulb, scorching people's eyes, making it impossible to look directly, Zhang Shanfeng hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and when he lowered his head, his eyes were already flowing with tears. complained in my heart: This monk's head is too bright!

Some of the people who came to worship around saw the Qingyun Zen Master, all of whom were prostrate on the ground, throwing their bodies to the ground, and their whole faces were sticking to the ground, so pious that they were too pious and did not move, like dead corpses.

Wang Meng also saluted Zen Master Qingyun with a fist, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Zen Master Qingyun, ready to ask.

Zen Master Qingyun seemed to see through him, and said with a smile: "Now Lao Qu is the abbot of Miaoyin Temple, and he is in charge of a radius of more than ten miles here, but he looks like an earth overlord! Haha! Are you puzzled why Lao Qu has become so tall now? When you first rescued the poor monk, the poor monk was already physically and mentally exhausted, and his bones and flesh were all shrinking, so he looked thin. Moreover, in the past ten years, Lao Gu's strength has improved again, so he has such a physique!"

Zen Master Qingyun's style of discourse suddenly changed, and he was actually pursuing strength improvement, like a layman.

Wang Meng frowned slightly, nodded slightly, then looked at Guan Zhong behind Zhang Shanfeng, and said: "This time I came not because I was in trouble, but to save Guan Zhong! He once spared my life, I want to repay him! I hope Zen Master Qingyun can save him!"

"Huh!?" Zen Master Qingyun frowned, looked at Guan Zhong, suddenly changed his expression, frowned tightly, circled around Zhang Shanfeng, carefully looked at Guan Zhong's whole body down the mountain, and fell into a deep groan after standing still.

Wang Meng and Zhang Shanfeng were shocked when they saw Zen Master Qingyun like this, could it be that Zen Master Qingyun couldn't treat Guan Zhong?

Wang Meng was anxious and asked, "Zen Master Qingyun......!"

Zen Master Qingyun shook his head, sighed and said, "This son has the appearance of an emperor, and he will definitely dominate one side in the future." It's just that the anger is too heavy, and I'm afraid that the lives will be ruined and countless people will be killed!"

When Zhang Shanfeng heard this, he cursed in his heart: The appearance of the emperor is small! The boss is now blurred with flesh and blood, and his whole face is a puddle of rotten meat, can you see his appearance? What kind of bullshit? He is just an old liar who pretends to be profound!

Wang Meng is also a wonder, he just deceived the curly hair of the garbage mountain through the deception of the emperor's appearance, he didn't expect Qingyun Zen Master to say such words, at this moment, regardless of whether Guan Zhong is the emperor's appearance or not, the key is whether Guan Zhong can be saved, and asked eagerly: "Qingyun Zen Master! I don't know how Guan Zhong's injury is, can you save him?"

"His injuries are very serious, almost every inch of flesh and bones in his body are traumatized! I don't know how he was injured like this! I can't save him!" Zen Master Qingyun shook his head.

"What!?" Wang Meng and Zhang Shanfeng were suddenly stupid, they didn't expect that Zen Master Qingyun would not be able to treat Guan Zhong, so Guan Zhong would only die.

Zhang Shanfeng's legs suddenly weakened, and he sat on the ground, and his hands were also weak. Guan Zhong actually fell directly on the marble floor, his head banged, and he bounced twice like a ball.

"No, I mean, the old man can't save him, he can save himself, and he can't kill the poor monk!" said Zen Master Qingyun with a slight smile.

"Can he save himself!?" Wang Meng and Zhang Shanfeng were like repeaters, repeating them again, speaking in unison.

"Well, yes! This son has a unique physique, a strong body, and a strong ability to repair himself! Not like a mortal! Even if he suffers such damage, I am afraid that he will be able to recover soon!"

"Mom's! half-talked, this kind of person is really hateful!" Zhang Shanfeng came to his senses, turned around stupidly, and hurriedly picked up Guan Zhong again.

"What!?What do you say? There is a kind of you say it again!" Zen Master Qingyun looked at Zhang Shanfeng coldly, and a terrifying coercion spread.

Zhang Shanfeng only felt that the hairs all over his body were upside down, and he was trembling with fright, and replied busily: "No...... I didn't say anything! I muttered to myself!" But in my heart, I cursed:, a famous Zen master actually oppressed others with his might, and just said a bad word about him, and there was a murderous intention, this kind of person is really a person who cultivates Buddhism?

Wang Meng also felt that Zen Master Qingyun didn't seem to be like the ascetic monk when he came back from penance, and he had a strange feeling in his heart, which he couldn't say, but he was uncomfortable.

"Haha! Don't be afraid! The old man is just joking! Dedicated to cultivating the Buddha, he is physically and mentally exhausted, and the old man has no hope of becoming a Buddha today! Hey!" Zen Master Qingyun's face changed again, but it was a sad color, as if there were thousands of bitter water that could not be poured out.

Wang Meng was silent, but he felt that Zen Master Qingyun couldn't see through it, and reverence rose again in his heart.

Then, Zen Master Qingyun waved his sleeves, not taking away a single cloud, only a holy glow shrouded Wang Meng and Zhang Shanfeng, and flew towards the main peak.

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Zhang Shanfeng and Guan Zhong were properly placed, and Zen Master Qingyun and Wang Meng talked all night. Wang Meng entered Buddhism with sophistry, telling the world that people are ruthless and society is treacherous. Zen Master Qingyun talks about life with Buddhism, advocating that destiny is determined and the Buddha has his own arrangements. Before you know it, a night passes.

In the early morning, a dense and viscous mist is like milk, wafting around the entire Miaoyin Mountain.

Wang Meng and Zen Master Qingyun stand on the highest floor of the highest pagoda above the main peak of Miaoyin Mountain.

Leaning on the railing, there was nothing to see outside, Wang Meng had already shaved his beard, tied his long hair in a bun, and inserted it with the hairpin given by Zen Master Qingyun, like a Taoist priest.

"Zen Master! The Buddha says that the wicked have fallen into the eighteen layers of hell. I don't know where hell is, but it's real?" Wang Meng continued to discuss profound issues with Zen Master Qingyun, which ordinary people could understand.

"The Buddha doesn't lie, hell is in the underworld!" replied Zen Master Qingyun.

"Can people be reincarnated when they die!?" Wang Meng asked.

"All people can be divided into two realms, the Immortal Realm and the Reincarnation Soul Realm! After death, the soul of a person in the Wheel Soul Realm will not be extinguished, and he can be reborn!" Zen Master Qingyun replied.

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