Wei Lingyang looked at the empty surroundings, leaving only Fan Yu's laughter echoing in her ears, although she guessed what Fan Yu knew, but she couldn't guess what this person wanted, this person's cultivation is high, Wei Lingyang has not seen it in his life, although the times make heroes, but now the devil's path is weak, the world tends to be peaceful, this person has been dormant for too long.

Among the four major schools of the righteous path, Cuiyun Mountain is known for its body, but Jinguang Temple is known for its internal strength, and Zen Buddhism is famous for its mental strength. Thinking of this, Wei Lingyang looked deeply into the distance, and walked towards the north without looking back...

Jinguang Temple as the leader of the righteous path in the past, very prestigious, especially after the strong return of Hui Ling, after becoming a Buddha in the flesh and ascending the martial arts list, the incense is unprecedented, and there is an endless stream of pious pilgrims every day. After Hui Ling attained the Tao, he was not complacent, always maintained a pure heart, and took the trouble to pray for every pilgrim, and there was no shelf of the abbot of the world's first treasure temple, which added to the Buddha's spirit.

Compared with the peace of the whole temple, there are two people who seem a little out of place, one is a monk who changed his name to Huiming after taking refuge in Buddhism, and the other is Liu Jia, the only registered disciple of Huiling.

After all, it can't be the culprit that led to the decline of Jinguang Temple's reputation, and it was injured countless monks before, although Hui Ling clearly ordered that he was not to blame in the past, but people are not sages, and a group of monks inevitably have selfish intentions, we can't afford to provoke you, we can always hide, since the abbot is open, then we will stay away. In addition, Huiming felt guilty and saw that the monks excluded him, so he became more and more reluctant to communicate with others, and he seemed even more alone.

And Liu Jia, as the only disciple of Huiling, has a very high rank in the temple, but he is not yet ten years old, he is born thin-skinned, and he can't stand those middle-aged monks calling him uncle or even his uncle, and deliberately alienated from the monks. Now Liu Jia cut off the three thousand troubles and put on a monk robe that didn't fit very well, and finally looked like a little monk, but Liu Jia, the child, had a tendon and identified the name of the layman, and he didn't want to use the law name, but fortunately, Huiling did everything smoothly This apprentice did not force it.

Huiming sat cross-legged on the mountainside, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, Huiming's original Buddha nature was not weak, now his heart is gone, the Buddha's energy is revealed, it looks shining in the sun, plus the height and arms are long, the body is burly, straight like the Arhat descended into the world, so that a group of pilgrims are afraid and dare not force their eyes. Suddenly, Hui Ming heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and smiled, the only one in the whole temple who dared to get close to him was Liu Jia, who was "sympathetic". Both of them have great wisdom, and they tacitly kept silent about the previous turmoil, and Liu Jia was also close to this tall uncle.

Huiming patted the open space on his side, and said with a smile: "Little bald head, sit here." "Since beating Liu Jia's shaving, he has made Huiming so happy that his stomach hurts, and whenever he sees the former, he always makes fun of his bald head, although Liu Jia is reluctant, but his temperament is diluted, and over time he can only accept this nickname. Liu Jia sat beside Huiming, his hands around his chest and his cheeks puffed out in protest, his face was warm and cold, although his temper was excellent, but the whole temple really admired only the master, and his favorite was this Uncle Huiming who liked to carry himself on his shoulders.

Huiming rubbed Liu Jia's bald head, and said softly: "Little Liu Jia, what are you sulking again?" Uncle Shi is teasing you!" Liu Jia let Huiming's big hand press on the top of his head, pursed the corners of his mouth, pretended to be old, sighed, and said: "Uncle Master is too careful, how can Liu Jia be angry with you, I am angry with myself!" Huiming is burly, Liu Jia is a child in a mountain village, and the first word that comes to mind is big, so he has always called the former "Uncle Master".

Huiming smiled undiminishedly, and said, "Oh, can you be angry with yourself?" Liu Jia gently patted Huiming's big hand, and said with a sad face: "Uncle Master, you don't know, now that our Jinguang Temple is flourishing with incense, Master wants me to follow him to practice while giving alms to the pilgrims, and there is a lot less time to touch the fish and sleep, which is nothing, but some pilgrims are not pious at all, go with the flow, delay my schoolwork, and say bad things about our Jinguang Temple behind my back!"

Huiming smiled, listened quietly, and motioned for Liu Jia to continue. Liu Jia is silent in front of outsiders, even if he is beside Hui Ling, he can not speak all day, but in Hui Ming, he is like a little talker, swallowed his saliva and continued: "Let's just say that last time Hong Yuanwai disliked our temple food, he had to quarrel to eat meat, where did our monks get the meat! And Grandpa Li under the mountain, every time he came to the temple to ask for a sign, the master was not annoyed, and let me go every time, and the master told me that we monks can't tell fortunes, saying that fortune-telling root killing, which is an evil fate in Buddhism, and asked me to write a few auspicious words to his old man in private, but don't the monks don't speak, I want to listen to that sentence!"

Huiming listened to Liu Jia's nagging, put on a smile, and said with a straight face: "Liu Jia, Uncle Shi asked you, why did you become a monk, and why did you go up the mountain with your master?"

"It came naturally. ”

"Yes, yes, it's a matter of course! It's still the master's uncle who is very knowledgeable, unlike me, who only knows a hundred words. Liu Jia clapped his hands and laughed, "As for why I am practicing in the temple now, Liu Jia doesn't know, but the homework and martial arts that the master gave me, I will not fall behind if I chant the scriptures and recite the Buddha, and now that the martial arts list of Na Lao Shizi is released, the master and the master uncle are on the list, and Liu Jia will be the same as you in the future!"

Huiming straightened Liu Jia, let him face him, and said softly: "Liu Jia, you have to remember that monks can't be competitive, your Buddha nature is far deeper than your master and me, and the trivial things that the abbot asked you to do are all cultivation. ”

Liu Jia saw Uncle Master so serious for the first time, and forgot his words for a while, Huiming continued: "You are still young and don't understand many things, but you have to remember that you must always maintain a pure heart, and your achievements in the future will not be below Uncle Shi and your master." Liu Jia nodded ignorantly: "Really?" Huiming nodded: "Where will Uncle Shi deceive you, if it weren't for you, your master would not have become a Buddha so early, and your uncle and I will not change their ways, do you say that you are powerful!" Liu Jia smiled very brightly when he heard this.

On the other side, who would have thought that the abbot of the world's first treasure temple, Monk Huiling, except for the robe, is almost no different from an ordinary monk. After sending off the last batch of pilgrims in the morning, Hui Ling walked into the hall alone, looking at the re-poured Buddha statue, and looking at the Buddha without a trace of pride and complacency. It's hard to imagine that Hui Ling, who is now in a respected position, is still doing trivial things day after day like when he first started, and outsiders can't see a little Buddha spirit, and Hui Ling doesn't look at those false names in his eyes, and some obedience to his heart.

Suddenly, Hui Ling looked south, smiled slightly, and disappeared in a flash. Almost instantly, Hui Ling appeared behind Hui Ming and Liu Jia, and Hui Ming got up and saluted: "Amitabha, hello senior brother abbot." Hui Ling clasped his hands together and returned the salute with a smile, Liu Jia realized it and asked, "Why is the master here?"

Hui Ling smiled and touched the apprentice's bald head, looked to the south, and said with a smile: "There are friends from afar, and the master is waiting here." As he spoke, a black dot galloped towards the three of them not far away.