A hill was in front of him, and the shopkeeper looked back in a panic, and then quickly disappeared on the other side of the hill.

I saw a burst of dust, and Zhao Kuangyin came up.

The longitudinal horse jumped over the hill, through the morning mist, but saw that on the steep mountainside in front, several towering ancient towers, the green trees next to the ancient tower covered a yellow wall, the breeze passed through, and the clear sound of the bell chime and the eaves bell came leisurely.

He grabbed the reins of the horse, looked at the plaque with several big characters "Relic Stupa Zen Temple" hanging on the mountain gate, and frowned.

The shopkeeper was long gone, and as far as he could see, it was very open all around, and there was no place to hide except for this Zen temple.

He beat his horse and came to the mountain gate, dismounted, and knocked on the door for a long time.

With a "squeak", a little novice poked out half of his head and said in surprise: "Dare to ask the donor, why is it so urgent to knock on the door?!"

Zhao Kuangyin hesitated for a moment, and said: "Someone fled to your temple, I will find him later!"

Xiao Shami's eyes rolled and said, "I've been staying in the courtyard, how can I never see it." ”

"Seeing that I entered the gate, could I not lie?!" Zhao Kuangyin saw that he looked slippery, and said a little angrily, and then pushed towards the door that was just about to be closed with one palm.

The little novice hesitated and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, my little child's family is strong against you, and it is not too late to take you to meet the master." ”

As he spoke, he dodged out of the door, took the reins from Zhao Kuangyin's hand, tied the horse to the big tree outside the door, turned around to lead the way, and walked towards the temple.

Entering the gate, bypassing the incense-filled Daxiong Treasure Hall, turning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, stepping on the path paved with bluestone slabs, and passing through several moon gates, Xiao Shami led Zhao Kuangyin to a meditation room under the cover of ancient cypress.

There is a bed, a few, a collapse, and a few futons in the room, which is clean and quiet, but it just gives people a cold feeling.

The little novice said, "Donor wait!" Gently close the door and leave.

"Why can't you hear the sound of the bell chime?" After staying for a while, Zhao Kuangyin felt that it was suddenly so quiet here!

When I was bored, I looked up and saw a painting of ink and blue hanging on the wall, and walked over to watch it.

I saw an old man in a dark Taoist robe in the painting, sitting under the pine tree and stroking the piano, and the cigarette smoke was swirling in the Boshan furnace.

In front of the old man on the left, a man dressed in red, holding a fan, bowed his head slightly, as if in the artistic conception.

A person in front of the right wears a green robe, with his hands on his sleeves and his head slightly raised, echoing the person in red.

All three of them were moved by the rhythm, thoughtful and interesting.

A pine tree in the background, winding in the sky; Flowers are blooming; There are a few green bamboos next to the tree, fresh and tender, and the whole environment is harmonious and harmonious.

The color of the painting is calm, red and green are not bright, and the dark gray is matched with it, which is extremely harmonious. The threads are meticulously used, and the textures of the wood, fur, and silk are appropriately depicted.

Looking at Zhao Kuangyin, he was immersed in the artistic conception depicted in the picture, and the sound of the piano actually lingered into his ears.

The unique piano rhyme gives people such as drinking the cold spring of the secluded forest, such as hearing the bells of the ancient temple, lingering and compassionate, and resentful and sad.

Sometimes like a woman crying to the moon on a cold night, sometimes like a lonely goose screaming in the starry sky, pulling people's heartstrings everywhere.

Zhao Kuangyin was not only sad in a trance.

Think about the shortness of life, the impermanence of fortune and misfortune, not only do you not see the ancients before you are born, you will not see the people who come after, you will miss the world and the world, and you will cry alone and cry with sadness.

Think about the fact that you were born in a chaotic, turbulent and ignorant era when the world is closed and the sages are hidden, and you have nowhere to display your ambitions, and you will live in obscurity for the rest of your life, and no one will know you, remember you, or miss you after a hundred years, is there any difference between not coming to this world? !

Thinking of this, not only did I burst into tears.

The more I thought about it, the more sad I became, my eyes lost focus, my hand slowly stretched out to my waist, and I pulled out the "Pangang Sword" and crossed my neck.

With a "snap", the sleeves of the robe waved and the tea bowls fell to the ground.

Startled, his body shook, and with a "dang" sound, the sword fell to the ground.

The spirit immediately returned to normal, and said inexplicably: "What the hell is going on?What am I doing?!"

In confusion, he picked up the sword on the ground, wrapped it around his waist, raised his head, stared at the painting, and muttered: "Where does this sound come from? Why is there such a great magic power that can destroy people's will and disturb people's minds?!"

The sound of the piano, like a cry, continued, leading him little by little to the dense trees of the ancient cypress.

Although he imagined all kinds of things about what he was going to see, when he faced it, he couldn't help but rub his eyes in surprise.

In the haze, I thought that my eyes had not yet recovered from the picture just now.

I saw an old man in a dark robe, sitting under the pine tree and stroking the piano, and the cigarette smoke was wading in the Boshan furnace.

In front of the old man on the left, a man dressed in red, holding a fan, bowed his head slightly, as if in the artistic conception.

A person in front of the right wears a green robe, with his hands on his sleeves and his head slightly raised, echoing the person in red.

All three of them were moved by the rhythm and thoughtful.

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes widened in surprise.

The three of them looked at him as if they were still immersed in the rhythm, but the rhythm suddenly became more and more excited.

Zhao Kuangyin's body was shocked, and he felt a powerful wave of qi coming towards him.

Hurriedly concentrating and concentrating, after a while, the qi of the dantian gradually flourished, penetrating the limbs and hundreds of remains, forcing the external force out of the body, and then pressing the old man with the true qi.

The old man paused, and sped up the rhythm.

The waves crashed on the shore, thousands of piles of snow, thousands of horses galloping, and the waves of air and waves overwhelming the mountains and seas, constantly attacking Zhao Kuangyin.

Zhao Kuangyin hurriedly pierced through the clouds and fog, and the roc spread his wings, and his clothes and belts swayed and let out bursts of screams.

In an instant, the dust was flying, the grass was tilting, and the pine waves were roaring.

After a while, I only heard the sound of "bang", and everything was gray and quiet again.

The strings are broken, and the piano is shattered.

But seeing that the old man's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The two people around him were also impotent there.

Zhao Daxia really lives up to his reputation!" An empty voice drifted into his ears from afar, making Zhao Kuangyin stunned.

Zhao Kuangyin knew that this person was not in front, but used a hundred steps of sound transmission skills to hand over the words in advance.

I can't imagine that there is such a master in the mountains and wilderness, I really have to deal with it carefully!

A slender old monk with half-foot snow-white eyebrows, a cold light flashing in his eyes, his temples protruding, and his skinny bones flashed out of the dense forest tremblingly.

Amitabha!" The old monk recited the Buddha's name, folded his palms, bowed deeply, and said with a smile on his face: "Xuankong has seen Zhao Daxia!

Zhao Kuangyin said vigilantly: "Oh——! it turned out to be a Xuankong mage, how can the master know it?"

"Hahaha. Is there anyone on the rivers and lakes who doesn't recognize Zhao Daxia?!

Zhao Kuangyin knew that he was vain and wronged, so he had no choice but to say: "I am looking for a thief here, and I hope that the master will give it convenience!"

"Oh——!" Master Xuankong paused, and then said, "Please speak in the meditation room!"

Entering the meditation room, Xuankong let Zhao Kuangyin sit on the futon, and he also sat down, gently pushed the tea sent by Xiao Shami to Zhao Kuangyin, and waved his hand.

After Xiao Shami exited the meditation room, a pair of eyes looked at Zhao Kuangyin up and down and said, "Who is the hero looking for?"

"The thief who wants to harm me, I will find out who is behind it!"

"Are you sure this person is related to this Zen Temple?" Xuankong thoughtful Dao.

"I don't want to think so, but ......!" Zhao Kuangyin stared at Xuankong with blazing eyes.

"Oh one by one!hahahaha...... Xuankong Huo Huo flashed his eyes as poisonous as black glass balls, and said word by word, "Dharma cloud: dust is the cause of the heart, and the heart is the cause of dust; Cause and fate are combined, and illusions are born. Everything arises because of the mind, Zhao Daxia's heart is too heavy, what he sees is not vain?!"

After speaking, he hurriedly narrowed his eyes and hid his gaze.

"Uh-huh——!" Zhao Kuangyin smiled slightly, "The master can know the Dharma and clouds: if there is no wet and unchanging water, how can there be waves of falsehood and falsehood?!"

"Oh?" Xuankong was stunned, "This ......?!"

Hurriedly coughed twice, and continued, "Zhao Daxia's words are aggressive, and his eyes are murderous, which makes Lao Na seem to have invaded his heart with ten thousand demons, and he must let go of his earthly thoughts and meditate on Zen and worship the Buddha in order to expel the evil demons and return to the right path." The hero won't forget the ghost of a cave and the matter of the Goolan Courtyard......, right?!"

Speaking of this, he stopped talking and looked at Zhao Kuangyin with unfinished eyes. He felt that his words had the upper hand, and his face was proud.

Zhao Kuangyin tightened his body, he didn't expect Xuankong to come to surround Wei to save Zhao, and defend as an attack. This old fox is not easy to deal with.

After pondering for a moment, he asked closely, "Has the master ever seen it in person?!"

"That's not true, but in the end, there is no wind and no waves!" Xuankong grinned.

Zhao Kuangyin said: "It seems that the master still hasn't gotten rid of the world, just now, but he committed one of the five precepts of the monk." ”