The little monk Yang Duo carried the package on his back, took a copy of "Zhi Xinglu" given to him by Wei Zhilin, and also embarked on the road back to Drepung Temple.

After some discussion with He An and Fan Dazhi, the little monk benefited a lot, and the head of Wei Yuan and Cheng Yuan of Zhixing Academy did not snub him because he was not a disciple of Zhixing Academy, but came to guide him in his spare time to guide him in some practice and teach some Confucianism, and he felt that there were faint signs of breakthrough.

All the way to the west, sleeping in the open air, seeing the vastness of the world and the changing wind and clouds, Yang Duo seemed to have an understanding, and felt that this trip was really worth the trip.

After walking for many days, he walked through the barren mountains and mountains, and finally set foot on an ancient wasteland road, the road was rugged and seemed to have no end, and the dry riverbed and weathered gravel could be faintly seen on the way.

I don't know how long I walked, Yang Duo was tired and thirsty, looked up at the sky, the sun was gray, exuding a dusk light, the northwest land, many times it was this kind of weather, sometimes the wind would roll up the dust and sand particles all over the sky, the fog was misty, within a hundred steps, I couldn't see people clearly, the locals called it "sandstorm".

A dead tree beside the road, a black crow stood on the treetop, saw Yang Duo coming, let out a terrible cry, flapped its wings and flew away......

The smell of food wafted faintly in the air, and Yang Duo perked up and strode forward.

In the distance, there was a flagpole with two camels tied to it, a simple shed next to it, and a few tables and chairs.

In this barren place, there is a tavern, Yang Duo couldn't help but be overjoyed, took out the bowl from his arms, and strode over......

"Donor, can you give the little monk a meal?"

Yang Duo bowed to the busy shopkeeper in the shed.

"There is no fasting, only steamed buns!"

The shopkeeper was chopping a piece of meat with a kitchen knife in his hand, and when he heard this, he put the knife on the table and said in a rough voice.

"Oh...... That's good! Can the benefactor give another bowl of water to drink? ”

After taking the two hard stone-like buns thrown over by the shopkeeper, Yang Duo thanked him again.

"Bang!" A bowl of water was heavily placed on the table, and the splashing table was wet, and only half of the bowl of water was spilled.

Yang Duo didn't care at all, picked up the water bowl, silently recited the "Mantra of the Past", and drank it with a bang.

The shopkeeper who chopped the meat glanced at him, his cheeks were piled up, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"Shopkeeper, serve the wine!"

With a shout, Yang Duo found that there were seven or eight people sitting at the innermost table in the shed, these people were dressed differently, their faces were hideous, and they were not good at first glance.

A burly man, holding a scimitar at his waist, looked at Yang Duo with an unkind gaze.

The look was like looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

The shopkeeper brought a bundle of firewood and stuffed two into the hearth, and the fire became even stronger, causing steam to bubble out of a large cauldron on the stove.

patted the dust on his hands, the shopkeeper rolled his eyes, and said, "That little monk, the water has been boiled, did you jump in by yourself?" Or do we want to do it? ”

Yang Duo was shocked, and immediately understood: This is a black shop!

"This little monk is white and clean, and it must taste good!"

I saw the seven or eight people staggering to their feet, and the burly man smiled fiercely and pulled out his waist knife.

Yang Duo silently used the true qi in his body, but he was shocked to find that he was dizzy, and he took a few steps back in horror and held the flagpole. The two camels tied to the side stood up uneasily, one with its long neck and a snort, and the other with its thick soles kicked the sand on the ground.

His Buddhist practice has reached the realm of insight, and ordinary drugs are not effective for him at all, so what are these people using?

Yang Duo looked around, and in a trance, there seemed to be a person walking in the distance.

The man walked strangely, first on one leg and then leaning over and dragging the other......

Yang Duo shook his head vigorously, and the person in the distance gradually approached, his long hair covering his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Yang Duo was dizzy, Venus was flying in front of him, a fierce laugh sounded in his ears, and the sword was unsheathed......

It was suddenly dark in front of him, and Yang Duo didn't know anything......

After some time, he woke up faintly, and the sight in front of him startled him.

I saw a few people lying on the ground, motionless, it was the shopkeeper and those hideous men just now.

A man sat at a table, holding the jar wine and drinking it with his head up.

The thick Adam's apple rolled, and the wine stains ran down his bearded chin.

The man's eyebrows are straight, and a narrow scar on his cheek adds a bit of wild and uninhibited temperament.

"This ...... You killed all these people? ”

Yang Duo looked at the people on the ground, a little unbearable, silently recited the "Dizang Bodhisattva Original Wish Sutra", finished it for them, and asked out loud.

"If I don't kill them, they'll kill you!"

The man put down the jar and said in a deep voice.

He sat there with a deep voice, his body as condensed as a mountain, and his long hair covered his forehead, covering half of his cheeks.

"Is that him? It's him! ”

The little monk's heart shrank suddenly, and a voice in his heart shouted loudly.

This man's figure is too familiar, familiar to him when he was still young, and he has always been hard to remember.

He was none other than the one who defeated thirteen masters in the temple in a row that year, which made the master disheartened, and he never moved forward in his cultivation.

Coincidentally, why is he here?

Yang Duo thought in his heart, but on the surface, he looked calm.

The man is none other than Bai Xiangshou, who has disappeared for a long time.

Over the past year or so, he has been moving east to the endless shore of the sea, west to the top of Kunlun Void Mountain, south to the land of 10,000-year-old glaciers, and north to the shore of the heavy black water.

He once borrowed the "True Martial Heart Sutra" in Taihe Mountain, and listened to Zen in Drepung Temple for a night, and then went to Dongyang Kingdom alone, and fought with the master of Zongjian Gate in the Eastern way, and won three Sword Sutras.

He now has a clear mind, and his cultivation is unparalleled, and he has become one of heaven and man.

It's just a little bit away from the Tao in my heart, and maybe, just a small opportunity.

"Let a little monk who has not been deeply involved in the world walk the rivers and lakes alone, Drepung Temple is really becoming more and more unsuccessful!"

Bai Xiangshou quickly drank a jar of wine, shook his head and stood up.

He limped out of the shed, untied the reins from the flagpole, jumped on the hunchback, leaned over, grabbed Yang Duo, and threw it on the back of the other camel.

"How do you know I'm from Drepung Monastery?"

Yang Duo hurriedly lay on the hunchback, his chest on the top of the towering hump was a little uncomfortable, and he stubbornly grabbed the reins and said: "The temple didn't let me walk the rivers and lakes alone, I ran out secretly!"

"Oh? Why did you sneak out? ”

Bai Xiangshou smiled dumbly, and a bright flame rose in his eyes.

A strong sense of blazing heat hit, and Yang Duo turned his head to see that the humble tavern had already burned with fire, and it was unbelievable that this person could make the tavern catch fire with just one glance.

"I ...... I...... Go...... Da Chen Guo ...... Challenged...... Zhixingyuan ...... The strongest! ”

The camel spread its hooves and ran faster than the galloping horse, and Yang Duo was swayed by his upside down, so he had to cling to the saddle.

"Oh...... When you go to Zhixingyuan, who do you find to challenge? ”

Bai Xiangshou seemed to be interested, slowed down the camel under his crotch, and asked lightly.

"Two young disciples...... One is called He An...... One is called Fan Dazhi! ”

Yang Duo subconsciously thought that the man in front of him was from Zhixingyuan, and his challenge to Zhixingyuan was equivalent to challenging this man.

"Huh?"

Bai Xiang pulled the reins for the first time, and was stunned, a rare touch of warmth appeared in his eyes, and in an instant, he turned his head to look directly at the little monk and said, "Which of you has won?"

Yang Duo scratched the back of his head and raised his chin proudly: "I didn't lose, and they didn't win either!"

"Hahaha......"

Bai Xiangshou laughed loudly, there has been no news of He An for a long time, the little monk in front of him has good roots, and he obviously didn't take advantage of challenging He An, thinking of the young man he raised single-handedly, and now he is the leader of Zhixing Academy, how can he not be relieved.

Over the past year or so, he has traveled all over the world, going around and around, and he has come to this extreme west again, and he has come to the original starting point.

Perhaps, this is what Buddhism calls karma.

Two camels, one in front of the other, kicked up yellow sand and dust, and gradually disappeared along the ancient road......

…………

In the Drepung Temple in early summer, the grass and trees finally have greenery.

In the sound of a bell chime, stepping into the Zen courtyard of Drepung Temple, Bai Xiangtou looked at the huge Bodhi tree in the courtyard, smelled a faint sandalwood on the end of his nose, and his mood became extremely peaceful and peaceful.

The fragrance is fragrant, the years are entwined, and I don't realize that it is another year.

With the sound of wooden fish chimes, Bai Xiangshou sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, his hands in a strange posture, and settled peacefully.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "The martial arts of Buddhism are really obscure, and a "Kusha Sutra" has been practiced for a year, but he still can't understand the essentials, do you really want to be like these great monks, see through the red dust, and escape into the empty door?" ”

"The red dust is broken, why should it be broken again? The door is empty, so why escape? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an old voice sounded leisurely.

A white-eyed old monk walked slowly under the support of Yang Duo.

"Listen to the Snow Zen Master!"

Bai raised his eyebrows and stood up.

"Master Bai, don't come unharmed!"

The white-eyed old monk bowed and folded, and Yang Duo also saluted on the side.

"I heard that the Zen master has long stopped asking about the world, I don't know what advice I have?"

Bai Xiangshou couldn't help but ask.

"The old man came to thank the donor!"

Listening to Zen Master Xue, seeing that Bai Xiangshou was full of doubts, his white eyebrows were lowered, and he said in a sincere tone: "When the old man was defeated by the donor, he devoted himself to Buddhism...... Over the years, the more I have studied the mysteries of the Buddha's mystic teachings, the more I feel that I have been clinging to the skin and the path back then, and I am really sacrificing the basics!

Although Lao Qu is a monk, he blindly pursues martial arts and is brave and diligent, and his competitive heart is still better than that of mortals. Fortunately, I met the donor, and I was able to turn back to the shore and not fall into hell! ”

Hearing what Zen Master Xue said here, he bowed again with a respectful demeanor and said: "The donor saved the apprentice on the road, the old man is grateful, and he will see the donor again today, the demeanor is the same as before, which is very gratifying, and the old man has thanked him in person!"

Bai Xiangshou waved his hand and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask the Zen master, the Mahayana is immeasurably pure, and the Mahayana is copied from the Kusha, what is the explanation?"

Listening to the snow Zen master was stunned, his white eyebrows frowned slightly, and he replied in thought: "Kusha, Sanskrit is also a sentence house, translated as Tibet, cocoon, and sheath, that is, it contains the meaning of holding, and it was created by my worldly relatives Bodhisattva."

The donor has gone through all the tribulations in the world, and it is not far from the Great Perfection realm of turning into a butterfly and being reborn into Nirvana......"

Bai Xiangshou's eyes lit up, and when he looked at the old monk again, there was more appreciation in his eyes.