Knock –

Boom...

The bell is strong and powerful, loud and long, echoing the mountains for a long time before the reverberation, immersed in this morning bell, pilgrims are in groups with their hearts or sorrow or laughter, coming and going on the bluestone slab in the mountains, the nearby villagers gather mountain people at the foot of the mountain, the pavilion where the mountainside stops to rest, sets up stalls, puts incense candles, paper money.

Monk Fajing walked through the bustling and noisy foot of the mountain with eight children, and the pilgrims who passed by got out of the way, not only because of the identity of the monk, but also because of Fajing's size, no one was willing to face it.

"Great monk, how did those Buddhas carve them?"

Walking through the mountain stream iron cable, the young man with two eyes pointed to the cliff under the opposite temple, there are countless holes on the cliff, and the stone statue of the Buddha can be seen in the cave, some are old, the face is blurred, and the moss has been climbed, and some seem to be newly carved, and the facial features are clearly visible.

"Naturally, the craftsman is skillful, and the craftsman goes down the cliff and carves. ”

Walking across the chain bridge, the fat monk reached out and held down the shaking iron cable, telling the timid children in the middle to come over quickly, and then continued to the temple in front of him.

In the Buddhist temple, the clouds and smoke curl, stepping into the temple gate, the giant flame rises, countless ashes float around, the monk who knows the guest sees the fat monk, comes forward to salute.

"I've seen Senior Brother Fajing. ”

"No, Duoli, my master, can you get out?"

"Not yet. ”

After listening, Fajing nodded and took the eight children behind him to bypass the Dading, separate from the Maitreya Hall where there were many pilgrims, and go to the inner courtyard of the temple.

"That's where the bell rang, right?"

Among the children, there was also a bold young man, pointing to the bell tower and saying, Fajing just smiled, did not deny, walked into the back of the main hall, the courtyard where the monks usually lived, and the monks who came and went greeted him one by one.

When the Fa is pure, gather together and discuss in a whisper.

"That is Senior Brother Fajing who has left the temple to practice?" "The body is so big, can you eat a lot of food?"

"I heard...... It's a chant that is not good...... But it's very Buddha-like. ”

“... If only I could leave the temple and practice. "Hehe... Then you have to have the cultivation of a senior brother. ”

Fa Jing didn't care about the whispering behind him, and from time to time he beckoned a few curious children beside him, and was about to go to the master's retreat when a Buddha horn came from a meditation room on the side.

"The Buddhas are like the heavens, and they are at ease......"

Like a spring breeze, sweeping away the dust on the eight teenagers, Fajing bowed down towards the meditation room.

"Fa Jing has seen Uncle Zhenkong. ”

Squeak...

The Zen door opened silently, and in the eyes of a group of children, they saw that under the huge word "Buddha", an old monk with white eyebrows sat cross-legged on a futon, his ears trembled slightly, and then he got up, stepped on the sackcloth monk shoes and walked out, and bowed with his hands.

"Fajing, where did the demonic energy in your body come from?"

"Demonic spirit?"

Fa Jing raised his head and was stunned for a moment, looked at his left and right shoulders and chest, and even if he opened his eyes, he didn't see the slightest demonic qi attached.

Thinking about it in my heart, the master and uncle have profound Buddhism, and he said that there is, then there must be one.

Immediately, shake your head.

"I don't know. ”

The old monk stretched out his hand to touch the robes of the Fajing monk, then took it back, said the Buddha's name, and closed his eyes and was silent for a while before he spoke.

"Go ahead. ”

"Yes, uncle. ”

The fat monk took the children away, the Zen monastery quieted down, and soon, the old monk of Zhenkong opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was no longer cloudy, turned around and walked into the meditation room, took the nine-ring tin staff in the corner, a monk's robe, strode out of the temple, walked through the mountain stream iron cable, passed through the bustling pilgrims, and walked to the foot of the mountain.

Basking in the sun, the bell came from the mountain temple behind it.

"Purple Star Daoist, long time no see. ”

He looked at the road in the distance and whispered.

......

"Yawn—"

In the cubicle, the toad who woke up pushed open the small door and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Who is scolding the old man behind his back......"

"Master, woke up?"

The sunlight spilled into a bamboo forest, mottled and fell on the back of a creeping old donkey, Lu Liangsheng broke off a dead branch and threw it into the fire, stirring the boiling rice porridge in the pot.

"The meal is almost ready, but there is no field chicken. ”

"Hmph. ”

At the mention of the field chicken, the toad man snorted and turned his head, but later he walked to the fire and sat down, spread out the small axis of the map, and the round-headed frog webbed on it, and gestured

"Our master and apprentice are now near Yingshi Mountain, and the Flame Prayer Sect is in the mountain, and the Holy Fire Mingzun mentioned by the dead ghost should be the one who stole the magic weapon and the classics of the teacher. ”

Not far away, Hong Lian picked a few mushrooms and squatted on the side with her knees hugged, looking at the names of the mountains above.

"What about Master Toad? That person's name is Holy Fire Mingzun, he seems to be very powerful when he hears the name, can he beat it?"

Hum!

The toad man slapped the map on the ground, as if he was angry, and walked away with frog flippers, looking at the swaying bamboo leaves.

"But a shameless person, still Mingzun...... How majestic the old man was back then, several major sects besieged the old man, and Liangsheng also knew it, and he didn't see the old man have such a loud name when he set off that scene!

Puff puff......

The small pot was boiling, the rice porridge was boiling, Lu Liangsheng scooped a small bowl of gruel and blew the hot air, and said with a smile, "Master, didn't you say that there are dozens of sects last time?"

"Huh?!" the toad tilted its face.

Lu Liangsheng smiled and handed over the porridge bowl and took a pair of small chopsticks.

"Okay, it's my mistake, come, Master eat, this is millet brought out at home, and there are some red beans left, cooked together, it's very fragrant. ”

The toad leaned into the bowl and smelled the fragrance, so he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down with the bowl in his arms.

"Didn't put the condiments that the teacher brought out?"

said, took a bite, smacked his lips, "Put some fragrant beans, it will be more fragrant than this, forget it, next time I will cook for the teacher, and in terms of eating, the old man is an expert, you know." ”

Honglian rolled her eyes, scooped a bowl as well, and gently sucked it up.

One person and one toad squatted around the map with a bowl, and after breakfast, after that, the toad Taoist used a search technique to find a place where more than ten cultivators gathered, at least fifty miles away from the bamboo forest here, but Lu Liangsheng could be sure that it was the station of the Fire Prayer Sect.

"Among them, there is a monk from the Jindan Realm, and there is no higher cultivation?"

The toad Taoist also had doubts, rubbing his chin and walking back and forth on the ground, "Maybe that Mingzun has something to leave." ”

"But a monk from the Jindan realm ......"

Lu Liangsheng frowned, groaned for a while, looked at the master, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, why don't you take that monk. ”

"I can't beat it, I can't beat it. The toad Taoist hugged his flippers and simply skimmed his face neatly, "The teacher has not recovered from his injury, and he can't use mana indiscriminately, otherwise he won't want to reshape his body in this life." ”

Lu Liangsheng stared at the map and frowned even more, not because of Master's words, but because he thought of a possibility.

...... I don't know if I can use it.

"Strategy" has the concern of attacking the enemy and the defense of attacking the enemy.

"Master, that day Fang Qingde was torn apart and died, and even touched the prohibition, I'm afraid that the Holy Flame Mingzun must have taken precautions......"

In the middle of the conversation, the mountain breeze blows through the bamboo forest, far away to another foothill outside the mountain, the green field is verdant, under the cover of a piece of pine branches, there is a stele with stone pillars and stone eaves, the steps paved with bluestone slabs go straight up, like a temple-like red gate, there is no plaque with the name of this place.

In the middle three-storey four-corner attic, several people sit in order, the first side, the gold-patterned robe, and the figure of the cloud-patterned boots is holding a tea cup to blow away the tea tops.

"Mingzun has sent news that Fang Qingde and others stationed in Chang'an have died, let us be cautious and take care of the things that this party is going to give to Wusezhuang. ”

There is a voice echoing below

“...... Mingzun is afraid that he has already arrived in Nanchen now, and we really have to be careful. "Hmph, even if that person comes over, it doesn't matter, we already know the news here, ambush once, and catch him off guard." ”

"Great idea!"

......

Far away on the other side of the mountain, the bamboo forest swayed gently in the wind.

"As soon as that party dies, the other party will inevitably be on guard. ”

In the rustle of bamboo leaves, Lu Liangsheng picked up the map, flicked it with his fingertips, and looked at the toad Dao people who looked at him.

"Master...... Then we'll catch them off guard and take advantage of the chaos to get your stuff back. ”

Not...

The toad Taoist carried the frog flippers, thought for a while, and lowered his head.

"Great idea!"

Hmph, hah, ah~~~

The old donkey on the creeping bamboo leaves chewed the tender bamboo shoots and turned the donkey's head, and barked a few times, as if he also thought it was a good idea. 5