Tired of two horses on the way, Xuanye finally came to the foot of the mountain again.

Looking at the temple on the steep peak, the fatigue of days of traveling was swept away.

The disturbance of the demons in the heart can finally let go of the heart.

He climbed the mountain along the ancient road and soon came to the gate of the temple.

Unlike what you imagined, this temple is built on a mountain, layered on top of each other, like a ladder of clouds and water, up to the golden top.

Looking at the red wall of gold tiles, the attic of the incense house, there are countless of them. There are three tripod green furnaces standing on the square, the incense is full of smoke, and the clouds are shrouded.

There are even more worshippers in the temple like a tide, rubbing shoulders and rubbing their heels, all of them showing piety and chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The monks in the temple, wearing golden Buddha robes and smiling faces, lead the worshippers in as if they were guests.

This is really different from the place of Buddhism in Xuanye's impression, and its momentum is incomparably magnificent, comparable to a palace.

The monks inside do not have the slightest posture of high monks, just like secular people. The temple is not like a temple, the monk is not like a monk, is this "Great Brahma Heart Sutra" really hidden here?

Since he came, he could only walk in with the flow of people, and took the incense all the way forward.

It took an hour to get to the first hall.

There is a statue of the king of heaven on it, which can drive away evil and protect peace.

Xuanye bowed down, threw incense money, and wanted to ask the monk about the "Great Brahma Heart Sutra", but was squeezed away by the flow of people and walked to the second hall.

It was a full four hours before he came to the temple of Nyorai. There were far fewer pilgrims here, and at last he found an opportunity to speak to the elders who were reciting the scriptures at the door.

"Elder, may I ask if your temple has the Great Brahma Heart Sutra?"

The elder opened his eyes and looked at Xuanye, his eyes revealing a strange color. After a long time, he continued to close his eyes and chant. "Donor, please offer incense."

Xuanye had just been incense, and seeing the monk's expression, he should know something, so he continued to ask. "Elder, your temple has the Great Brahma Heart Sutra, can you borrow it?"

"Up, incense!" The monk's voice grew colder, and his tone was a little impatient.

Xuanye was helpless, so he could only turn his head and go to the incense. But he found that a small novice came out of the hall at some point and beckoned to him.

He was overjoyed, and followed the little novice out of the back door and towards the golden top. But he turned around halfway and came to the back mountain.

Compared with the front gate, the back mountain is more deserted, and the houses are more ordinary, which is more similar to the place of Buddhism in the impression.

The novice led him to the main hall, motioned to wait, and then turned away.

Xuanye stood for a long time, saw that there was no half of the figure, and was about to step into the main hall, but found that the cold wind was coming, and hurriedly retreated.

One palm flew into the air, and another palm was waved, and the powerful energy was like a wild lion, landing on Xuanye's chest and slapping it out.

An old monk wearing a red robe, standing in front of the hall, asked in a cold voice: "You are the one who wants to borrow the "Great Brahma Heart Sutra"? ”

Xuanye got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and secretly scolded this Buddhist monk, who started beating people as soon as they met.

However, the beating is small, and the "Great Brahma Heart Sutra" is big.

He bowed. "I urgently need the "Great Brahma Heart Sutra" to save my life, please be merciful to the elders and borrow it overnight."

"Presumptuous, my secret treasure of Buddhism, how can I contaminate you with a murderous person!" After the old monk finished speaking, he took out the wooden fish from his waist and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

These Buddhist scriptures were transmitted into the ears of Xuanye, causing the resonance of the heart and veins, and the internal organs were burned like fire, and even the qi in the body was deprived.

Faintly, it was as if qi and blood had invaded Tianfu, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Mei'er!" He let out a low cry and was shocked to find that no one had responded.

Since entering the mountain realm of re-adventuring, Gu Mei'er seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and has not made a sound.

Hopeless for help, Xuanye could only bite the tip of his tongue and expel the sound of Buddhist scriptures from his head.

All kinds of fists and kicks beckoned to him, and he was beaten and swayed from side to side like a puppet.

Before they could react, the group of warrior monks beat them to pieces and threw them into the stream through the back door.

A cold moonlit night, a cold stream.

Xuanye slowly crawled to the shore, his body was in severe pain, and he was punched dozens of times in the face, and the redness and swelling did not disappear.

"This group of bald donkeys, they are so ruthless!"

He scolded in a low voice, got up quietly, heard a Buddha horn beside him, and was so frightened that he took out his spiritual pen, but found that it was the old monk he met in Huijiangcheng.

"Amitabha, donor, long time no see."

Xuanye looked at the smiling old monk, and his righteousness did not come anywhere, but he had nowhere to vent, so he had to endure it silently.

"Very good, you have learned to control your anger, very good!" The old monk laughed and walked away.

Xuanye really doesn't understand why monks like to play dumb riddles? I just could feel that the old monk was helping him, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Master, can you help me suppress my inner demons?"

The old monk turned his head with a puzzled expression. "What is repression? The devil starts from the heart, it is called the heart demon, and if the donor wants to destroy the heart, he will escape into the empty door, which is excellent! ”

Xuanye didn't understand, so he could only follow the old monk closely and came to the side door of the temple.

The monk guarding the door glanced at Xuanye and didn't stop him, but just said something in a low voice. "Uncle Shi, you bring people back to the temple again, and the host is afraid that he will be unhappy again."

"Eh, his body is so strong, he can chop wood and carry water." The old monk glanced at Xuanye and took the lead in stepping into the door.

Xuanye could only respond in one mouthful, and followed into the courtyard, but was stopped by the monk guarding the door.

"Donor, slowly, you are not a monk of this temple, you can only live in the firewood room, please come with me."

Xuanye saw that the old monk had long since disappeared, so he could only go to the firewood room to live first.

After staying up all night, just after dawn the next day, someone told him to get up and go to the backyard to chop wood.

For him in the transformation stage, it is not a difficult task, and he can easily split a pile of firewood with a wave of energy.

However, this move was laughed and scolded by the old monk who appeared in the courtyard at some point.

"The donor relies on this ability, he can live anywhere, and he doesn't have to succumb to this small ruined temple. If it is really sincere, it is better not to rely on external forces. Although the practice is hard, it also grinds the heart! ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and left the backyard.

Xuanye wanted to chase it out, but looking at the firewood all over the courtyard, he still picked up the axe and chopped it one by one.

He didn't understand why he did it at first, and it wasn't hard to chop wood. It's just that you can handle a bunch at once with your strength, and you can only chop them one by one with an axe.

After splitting for most of the day, Xuanye's heart began to become impetuous, and the force of the split became more and more ruthless, until the wooden platform used for the mat was split together.

The loud sound attracted the monks in the temple, and after seeing the wooden platform being shattered, they immediately recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, this old tree root has been with the little monk for decades, but he still hasn't been able to withstand the wind and rain. Donor, let the poor monk bury it! ”

Xuanye stood in place in shame, and suddenly woke up, when did his patience become so bad?

looked at the axe in his hand, and then looked at the firewood in the courtyard, and continued to chop.

Time flickered, and three days passed.

After a day's work, as soon as Xuanye walked into the firewood room, he saw the old monk lying in the straw pile and sleeping, and the room was filled with a smell of wine.

"Oops, you're back!" The old monk smiled and got up, still burping with wine in his mouth.

Xuanye hurriedly bowed down. "Master, what about suppressing the demons in your heart?"

"Eh, the poor monk just came to see how you were doing? Are you used to eating? ”

Xuanye's speech was sluggish, thanks to the three days of chopping wood, his mood became much calmer, and he nodded: "Habit, thank you master for your concern." ”

"That's good." The old monk stretched, dropped an object from his waist, and walked out the door while tickling. "Sleep enough, sleep enough, get some food and drinks."

Xuanye frowned, and still called out to the old monk despite hesitation. "Master, your stuff has dropped!"

However, the old monk did not turn his head back, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Xuanye could only pick up the item, and found that it was an old piece of bamboo, and when he touched it carefully, it looked like jade, and it was cool in the palm of his hand.

Injected with spiritual power, a streamer rushed into his mind, full of obscure words.

"Poverty is empty, birth and disillusionment, nirvana is harmonious...... And then it was gone. ”

Although he didn't understand the Dharma, he still learned to chant the Dharma until he fell asleep.

At this time, the totem of the arm shone brightly, and Gu Mei'er quietly appeared, caressing the young man's thin face.

She stretched out her hand to touch the bamboo, but she was burned by the light emitted, and immediately turned into a streamer and burrowed into Xuanye's body.

……

The half moon passed quietly.

Xuanye chops wood and carries water during the day, and recites sutras at night.

Although on the surface, it does not have any effect. But recently, the demon blood has not rioted, and his temperament has become more and more stable.

After a busy day, he sat on a straw pile and continued to chant.

Unconsciously, the mind gradually became selfless, and the spiritual power in the body also followed Zhou Tian.

……

At this time, in the main hall of the Pen Spirit Sect.

Pen Spirit Sect Master Mo Rufeng sat in the first seat, on both sides sat the Great Cloud Sect Master Dongfang Sheng, and the Spirit Sect Master Shi Chong, and below were more than ten elders of the three sects.

The youngest of the three sect masters is Mo Rufeng, only in his early forties, not smiling, not angry and arrogant. Although he is young, the three thrones are headed by him.

Dongfang Sheng is the oldest of the three, with white eyebrows and beards, a thin appearance, and he is also an unsmiling person, like a cold front in the sheath.

Shi Chong has half a hundred hair, and his appearance is peaceful, but he is actually the most ruthless of the three, and he is known as the smiling tiger.

At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and the eyes were focused on the little girl who bowed her head and knelt on the ground in the center.

"Tell me, what happened that day?" Mo Rufeng said coldly.

Liu Ya'er shrank back and repeated what she had said countless times.

It was all what she saw hiding in the dark, from killing Fang Shiru in Xuanye to slaughtering the three sects in Gukou.

After speaking, his face was already half white, and he covered his head with a painful look.

After hearing this, the heads of the three sects all frowned, and the elders below did not have a good face.

In fact, the three sects had already sent people to Gujing Mountain to investigate, and Liu Ya'er was also picked up by the Bi Ling Sect.

There is a detailed report on the tragic situation at the scene, and this time the three cases gathered together to discuss how to deal with this matter.

"Sect Master Mo, in my opinion, most of that person has already entered the demon." Dongfang Sheng spoke first.

Shi Chong laughed strangely after hearing this, "I'm afraid everyone here knows about this, why should the Eastern Sect Master say more." Now it's about how to deal with him! ”

"Two, don't quarrel at this time." Mo Rufeng had a cold face, and was anxious about this matter, secretly scolding these two old immortals for still having the heart to quarrel.

"I... I seem to have heard the master say that that person is very similar to the person who was ordered to hunt and kill! Liu Ya'er added again.