Ethereal Mountain is the easternmost mountain range of the Dragon Kingdom, and the Tianshan Mountains are hidden in it.

Although it is late at night, sparse mountaineers can still be seen in the mountains.

These are all tourists, and there is only one purpose for coming.

Naturally, it is not for the Tianshan Mountain, but for the Tianling Temple in this ethereal mountain.

I had come here once before, and it was evening, and the crowd was much larger than it is now.

Legend has it that the abbot of this Tianling Temple knows the destiny of heaven and the blessings and misfortunes, which is quite effective.

Many people have come here to seek official luck, good fortune, good fortune, and even children.

It's just that there are many people who come, and there are very few people who can see the ethereal abbot, and there is not one in ten thousand.

However, even so, the number of people who came did not decrease but increased, even if they did not see the abbot, if they could come to this ethereal mountain, it seemed that they could get rid of the bad luck on their bodies.

At this moment, Yebei stands on the top of the mountain, the mountain wind is howling, the clothes are dancing, and under the feet, there is a bottomless abyss.

This is not the first time to come, and the bottom of this abyss is to enter the gate of the Tianshan Mountains.

Yebei stepped out in one step, and just wanted to jump, but behind him, a person's voice suddenly came.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Yebei stopped and turned around, and saw a green-robed monk standing not far away.

Although this ethereal mountain range covers a huge area, there is only one temple, and it is self-evident where this person came from.

"Donor, my family holders please."

The green-robed monk clasped his hands together, did not talk nonsense, and bluntly opened his mouth to explain his intentions.

Behind it, followed by several tourists.

In this mountain range, not to mention not to mention not seeing the abbot, even ordinary monks, it is rare to see them.

Seeing them at this moment made them excited and followed them all the way.

And after hearing this, it was even more difficult to hide the envy.

The ethereal master personally invited, this is something that has never been heard of, who is the young man in white, and he has this great blessing.

"There's no time."

Yebei directly refused.

After he was going to meet Huang Shiweng, he would return to Akaya Castle early tomorrow morning.

Xiao Tian was alone in the town, and he didn't feel at ease if he stayed in the outside world for a second longer.

"What? He actually refused? ”

When a tourist heard this, he was shocked.

What are the people here for? Isn't it just to be able to meet the ethereal master and measure the blessings and misfortunes of life?

How many people don't have this opportunity, this person is invited, it is already a great blessing, and he actually refused?!

"I think he's probably a madman."

"Look at the clothes he was wearing, strange, in the middle of the night, standing on the edge of the cliff, this is about to jump off the cliff."

"I think so, have you heard, not long ago, someone jumped from the ethereal mountain, and still can't find the bones."

"Looking for bones? What do you think, so high, if you fall, you won't even be able to find the bones. ”

"Maybe it's because this person wants to jump off the cliff to seek death that the ethereal master will see him, after all, Buddhism has clouds, saving people's lives, and winning the seventh-level floating slaughter"

……

The crowd whispered.

The green-robed monk had no waves on his face, as if he had long thought that the other party would refuse, so he moved forward at this moment and said easily:

"Donor, my master said, if you want to go to Tianshan, it's safer to go to my master's first."

As soon as the word Tianshan came out, Yebei's eyelids suddenly picked.

The other party actually knew about the existence of the Tianshan Mountains? Not only that, but also know that you are about to go to the Tien Shan?

Seeing the other party's expression, the green-robed monk smiled slightly, separated his palms from one hand, and guided in the direction of the stone steps in the mountain next to him.

"Donor, please."

……

The path is not wide, it can be said to be a little narrow, only allowing two people to pass on the wrong shoulder, and the lines on the secluded stone steps have been smoothed, which means that the ancient age, all the way bent upward, to the top of the mountain.

Along the way, there are three or five monks on duty, apparently to prevent tourists from logging in.

Taking the last stone step, the mountain wind suddenly became strong, and here, I am afraid that it is the highest place in this ethereal mountain.

The empty summit area is quite large, and it is as smooth as a stone.

The green-robed monk guided all the way and led Yebei to the door of a temple.

On the left and right sides of the gate, there are two monks guarding them, who are actually warriors, and their strength is not weak, and they are already at the peak of the king.

At this point, Yebei didn't feel surprised, whether it was a temple or a Taoist temple, there was no shortage of people who practiced martial arts.

To his surprise, there was a plaque above the gate.

In any temple Taoist temple, the inscription on the plaque is nothing more than a name.

Such as Songshan Shaolin Temple, the ancient capital of the White Horse Temple, including the Juncen Mountain Lingyin Taoist Temple that I had been to before.

And on the plaque in front of me, there are four words written.

Dawu was speechless.

"Donor, please ......"

The green-robed monk took the lead in stepping into the gate.

It was late at night, and the temple was becoming more and more secluded.

After three minutes of leisurely walking, the green-robed monk stopped in front of a meditation room behind the main hall.

"Donor, Master is already waiting here."

The words fell, and he bowed to the Buddha and turned to leave.

Yebei stretched out his hand, but before he could touch the door, the wooden door suddenly opened by itself.

With the sound of the wooden door rubbing, it seemed to push open a dusty door.

The meditation room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering.

"Night benefactor, please come ......"

The old time is slowly drifting by.

Yebei's eyes narrowed slightly, and the other party actually knew his surname.

He stepped over the threshold and walked towards the meditation room.

The size of the house is not too large, but the roof is very high, and the smoke and sandalwood are fragrant.

In the depths, a silver-haired old man sat cross-legged, wearing a yellow robe, in the land of Buddhism, known as Hai Qingyi.

Behind it, there is a statue of the Three Treasures of Buddha, which is five meters high, with Sakyamuni in the middle, and Amitabha Buddha and Medicine Buddha on the left and right.

This is generally the case in Mahayana Buddhism.

"Night donor, when you see the Buddha and don't kneel, where will Hui come from? Where does the blessing come from? ”

The old man said a word, and the silver-haired old man slowly opened and closed his eyes.

The child-faced crane hair has the wind of fairy wind and bones.

When you open your mouth, you want to let Yebei kneel.

As everyone knows, a generation of northern kings never respects heaven and earth.

"If the Buddha really exists, how can he watch the lives brought about by the war be ruined, and the people will not be able to make a living!"

"At that time, where was the so-called Buddha?"

Yebei stood with his hands in his hands and spoke coldly.

Buddhism advocates the equality of all beings and the idea of goodness.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Buddha is culture and faith.

However, if you believe, you will have it, and if you do not believe, you will not.

Anyone believes, Yebei is not against it, but he never believes in it.

So it was with all the sons of the temple.

The silver-haired old man smiled slightly.

"The Tao of the world is just a dream."

"The Dharma is boundless, but there are also four things that cannot be done."

"Wisdom cannot be given, no cause cannot be crossed, karma cannot be changed, the truth ...... Can't say. ”

The deep voice fell, and the old man got up slowly, staring at Yebei with cloudy eyes and a smile.

"What is the truth?"

Yebei narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

The old man shook his head and said nothing.

There was a moment of silence, and he slowly spit out four words.

"Dawu is speechless."

This is the word written on the plaque on the door when you enter.

Yebei smiled indifferently.

"Neither speak, then, farewell."

Yebei turned around and left.

I came here in the middle of the night not to listen to this old monk talk about Buddhism.

However, as soon as he reached the door, a word floated behind him.

"Night donor, if you go to find that Huangshi Weng, I'm afraid, you won't be able to find the truth."