In Chang'an City, Lu Yu once again passed by the Jinshan Temple that he had built with his own hands.

Today's Jinshan Temple is already a famous temple in Chang'an, there are many monks, the incense is prosperous, and the pilgrims who come to incense and visit are endless.

The monks in the temple, with kind smiles on their faces, greeted every pilgrim who entered the temple.

Every morning, the monks of Jinshan Temple have a specific morning service, and during this time, pilgrims are not allowed to enter the main hall, but can only tour the courtyard outside.

Under the leadership of the presiding monks, the monks chanted the Buddha, the cigarette smoke rose, and the Zen chanting lasted for a long time, with a special charm, resounding in the ears of the pilgrims, so that their impetuous hearts were baptized.

With a "hum", the host struck the bronze bowl in his hand, symbolizing the end of the morning class, and the monks withdrew from the main hall in turn, solemnly.

Lu Yu quietly watched the monks leave, until a young monk walked in front of him, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

This monk is the second golden cicada, and as soon as he meets Lu Yu, he can clearly feel the human luck hidden in his body.

I have to say that the golden cicada did give birth to a good skin, with a face like a bright moon, white skin, and a natural sense of Buddha, which made people feel good, no wonder so many monsters on the way to the west wanted to marry him.

The young monk lowered his eyebrows and walked slowly towards the side room, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw a young man looking at him with a smile on his face, and for some reason, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the young man in front of him.

"Have you and I ever met this benefactor?" the young monk asked.

Why did the master ask like that? ”

"The inexplicable feeling and the donor seem to be familiar, maybe this is the fate that the Buddha said. "The monk is calm and dignified, and there is Zen in his words.

"Yes, fate, it's wonderful. Lu Yu also sighed with emotion, the monk in front of him is too different from the golden cicada he knows, and the power of reincarnation is really terrifying, but the nature of the golden cicada has changed in two lives, and Lu Yu doesn't know if the monk in front of him can still be called a golden cicada.

The years will eventually carve the cynical Buddha into the appearance of Tang Seng, Lu Yu doesn't know if this is a bad thing or a good thing, he only knows that the friend he knows, the monk who always has a cynical smile can't come back.

"I wish the Venerable Master all the best in his life. Lu Yu said softly.

The young monk seemed to be stunned by Lu Yu's words, he didn't know why this gentleman suddenly blessed himself, but he also replied politely: "The little monk also wishes the donor a safe and smooth life, and the Buddha blesses." ”

"Haha, then borrow the mage's auspicious words. Lu Yu laughed, turned around and left Jinshan Temple without looking back, this place no longer has his past, it's time to say goodbye, maybe he won't come to this place again for a long time to come, even if every brick and tile of this temple has his mark.

"Huineng, who are you talking to? "I don't know when, the presiding officer of Jinshan Temple has quietly come to the young monk's side.

For this little disciple, the host is very fond of it, looking at his young face, he can always think of the monk who once built this temple, even if he looked very unreliable at that time, but when it comes to the understanding of Buddhism, the host has never seen anyone stronger than him in his life.

When he saw the young Huineng, he suddenly had the illusion that the former monk had returned to his temple, and he felt that this was the Buddha's revelation, so he took Huineng in and taught him carefully. Huineng really lived up to his expectations, and he was already proficient in Buddhism at a young age, so he was very concerned about Huineng hosting.

"It was a very kind gentleman in green shirts, who said a few words to me and left. Huineng said truthfully.

Following Huineng's gaze, the host saw the back of Lu Yu leaving, this back is so familiar, there was this figure when the senior monk and his friend traveled west, in his eyes, once and now intersected, and gradually merged into one.

"Sir, wait a minute. The host hurriedly chased after him, trying to determine the identity of this person, but found that the back slowly disappeared in front of his eyes.

The host's hand was still stretched out in the air, and he said in a daze, "Could it really be that gentleman who is here?"

"Master, do you know this gentleman?" asked Huineng very curiously, he had never seen the host have such a gaffe.

"When I was still like you, I once met this gentleman, he was one of the builders of this temple, and I didn't expect to see him again in my lifetime. The host sighed slightly, and the past flashed in his mind, and those people in his memory never appeared in his life again, but they left a deep imprint in his heart, which he will never forget.

"But this gentleman seems to be very young, and according to your master, this gentleman should be an old man. Huineng pointed out the mistake of hosting.

But I saw the host smile lightly and said: "There are some people in this world who will not change due to the passage of time, they are like stones in time, they are still strong and still strong by the constant washing of time. ”

"It turns out that this gentleman is a fairy!" Hui Neng sighed softly, his eyes showed a hint of yearning, it had always been his dream to be able to achieve positive results.

Lu Yu walked slowly on the streets of Chang'an City, listening to the voices of the world, there was no sadness or joy in his heart, he could sense the changes in the luck of humanity, countless luck was slowly flowing into the body of the reincarnation of the golden cicada, and the luck of the Han Dynasty began to gradually decline, maybe the next time he came to Chang'an, there would be no peace here.

Looking back at the ancient city of Chang'an, Lu Yu knew that this majestic ancient city would eventually be ruined in the war, and when he came to life again, it might take a long time.

Auspicious clouds rise under your feet, and you can walk against the wind, thousands of miles away, and it has arrived in an instant.

Liu Qingyun is still practicing diligently, while the big black donkey is lying comfortably dozing off next to the small lake, and the enlightened tea tree that has begun to take shape stretches its branches, and countless spiritual energy gathers on the branches, giving the tea tree a layer of glow.

"Sir, you are back. Liu Qingyun saluted Lu Yu and said very happily.

"Well, you're back, do you have any doubts about your cultivation recently?" Lu Yu smiled and nodded. For this disciple, Lu Yu was very satisfied and rarely worried.