The people in Buddhism continue to converge towards Datong, Shanxi, and naturally they can't escape the sight of those who have a heart. The so-called name of preaching the scriptures and preaching the Dharma is also untenable, and everyone with a discerning eye knows that these monks are eyeing all kinds of magical powers and Buddhist scriptures in the old Hanging Temple. Sure enough, it is still rich and moving, even if it is a virtuous monk who has escaped into the empty door, it is not exempt from vulgarity.

In addition to Buddhism, there will naturally be other forces in the rivers and lakes to join in the fun, and when the time comes, most of the heads will belong to the monks, and it is not too much for others to find some leftovers.

However, to everyone's surprise, the Daomen, which used to be the sworn enemies of Buddhism, went their own way at this time and did not make any response. There is also a lack of interest in the Hanging Temple that caused an uproar, as if he wants to tell the world that Buddhism wants to prosper, so let them prosper, and what does it have to do with my Taoism.

If you want to say that the most calm at this time, it is natural that the two veins of Qingcheng Mountain Heavenly Master View and Kunlun Mountain Heavenly Dao, the ebb and flow of the Buddhist Gate, have nothing to do with them, as long as this world is still prosperous, these two veins will only cultivate in the mountains with peace of mind, and they will not come out of the world. The head of the two sects is sitting in the quiet room of Qingcheng Mountain and drinking tea together.

"Senior Brother Zhifang, have you ever received a letterhead from the real person of the Wudang Mountain Palm Sect?" Meng Zongqingzhen took a sip of tea and asked.

"I didn't receive it, when did my junior brother receive it?"

"Just a few days ago. ”

"I think it was me who left Kunlun with Dong Xuan and rushed to Qingcheng on the way to Qingcheng, but failed to meet the messenger. ”

"It's a long way to go, and it does take some time, but how does Senior Brother know if he missed it and didn't have someone to deliver the letter?"

"Listening to what the junior brother said, it seems that the real person in charge of Wudang Mountain has some guidance on all parts of the Daomen. Although Poor Dao has lived in Kunlun for a long time, he has also heard rumors that the real person of Wudang Mountain Palm Sect wants to be the head of the Dao. ”

"Senior brother is right. He told us not to get involved in the matter of the Hanging Temple of Buddhism, and said that he would naturally not let Buddhism flourish and take away the believers of our Taoism. ”

"I see, Wudang Mountain teaches real people a lot of kindness, and the junior brother should take it to heart. ”

"The world is stable, and there is naturally no need for Qingcheng Mountain Heavenly Master View and Kunlun Mountain to be born, hey, isn't it that he has calculated this point accurately, so he can declare his leadership status?"

Both of them are understanding people, and they have already seen through this layer, but Meng Zhenren's exaggerated acting skills have still been recognized by Xu Zhiming, the head of Kunlun Mountain, and Xu Zhenren was amused by it. The old immortal elder of the immortal wind Dao bone giggled, to be honest, it slightly affected the tall image of the real person of the Dao Gate.

Stopping his laughter, Xu Zhiming said to Meng Zhenren earnestly: "Senior brother, don't say this, the meaning of sending the letter is just a warning, but it has no such meaning." "Speaking of giving laughter to the believers, how can I Kunlun ever be inferior to others?

The two laughed for a while, then stopped mentioning the matter, but shifted the topic to the Hanging Temple.

"I have heard that the Hanging Temple is to Buddhism, just like Kunlun Mountain is to the Daomen, and the senior brother is in charge of Kunlun, what do you think about the birth of the Hanging Temple?"

When Buddhism suffered, the Hanging Temple was gone, and now it was born, where is there any appeal, and what is really attractive is the accumulation of many generations of the Hanging Temple. ”

"The people of today do not see the ancient times and the moon, but the present month once looked like the ancients. Speaking of which, we are all remnants of the old era, and the deep mountains and old forests are our destination, and this world belongs to young people after all. I don't know which words touched Meng Zhenren's sensitive nerves and made him say such sad words.

Meng Zhenren's sudden vicissitudes of life made Xu Zhiming stunned, a cultivator should be indifferent, how could he have such a negative mind. I lost my mind for a while, and I didn't know how to comfort him.

The young Taoist priest comprehended the meaning of the master and persuaded him, "If there were not many predecessors who were immersed in the rain and wind, overcoming thorns and thorns, how could today's descendants emerge in the world? Therefore, the Meng Zhangjiao does not have to be like this, the prosperity of the Taoist sect is inseparable from the concerted efforts of the Taoist people in the world. ”

Meng Zhenren glanced at this little Taoist priest, this pair of masters and apprentices had been here for a few days, and when they saw that this little Taoist priest was acting in a proper manner, he thought that he was just like his teacher, and he would serve the existence of the Heavenly Dao with peace of mind. But looking at the words of this junior today, it seems that he still has some great ambition to make contributions in the world.

Xu Zhiming was keenly aware of the change in Meng Zhenren's mood, and snorted, "I don't admire the Great Dao, I just want to assist the worldly king, but it makes Senior Brother Meng laugh." ”

Meng Zhenren looked at Xu Zhiming, his face was puzzled, and he seemed to be asking, could it be that Senior Brother Fei is not afraid of cause and effect?

Afraid, how not afraid, it's just the vain's lifelong wish, after all, he can't bear to cut off his way forward.

The communication between the two was completed by their eyes, and Meng Zhenren did not say much, other family affairs, talking too much will only make people unhappy, and if there is a need at that time, help some.

"I have heard that Senior Brother Xu is good at divination, and now the Buddhism is gathered in Shanxi because of the Hanging Temple, can the senior brother make a divination to see the so-called Buddha fate of the Hanging Temple, and who will end up in the end?"

"Little things, junior brother, wait a minute. ”

Daomen uses divination to know the future, but there are many restrictions on divination, and the result is easy to know, but it is afraid of cause and effect. If the world changes due to the disclosure of heavenly secrets, the diviner will naturally suffer a backlash, and it is possible to wipe out the clan. But if you only know the result and don't intervene in the world, then there is nothing to do. However, there is naturally a compromise, if others know through metaphors, the retribution will be reduced accordingly, which is why it is common to see Taoist masters speaking in a fog and vague.

Xu Zhiming took out a palm-sized tortoise shell from his arms, and the young Taoist priest looked a little surprised when he saw this. Xu Zhiming divination on weekdays, mostly copper coins, but today he made an exception to use this psychic tortoise shell.

You must know that Xu Zhiming's cultivation of heaven and earth is very easy to fit with heaven and earth, and even if he uses copper coins for divination on weekdays, there are few mistakes, but today he has to use the magical power of tortoise shells to carry out divination, so you can imagine how critical the heavenly machine Xu Zhiming wants to steal.

There is a saying in "Zhou Yi Dictionaries", "Those who determine the good and evil in the world and become the best in the world are no more than yarrow turtles." This shows how precious this kind of psychic tortoise shell is in the eyes of those who are skilled in divination.

Xu Zhiming took out a hard brush, the brush looks ordinary, but this is the treasure of the Heavenly Dao of the Pantheon Palace of Kunlun Mountain that has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is specially used for divination.

Dragon Horse Negative Picture, Divine Turtle Tribute Book, with Dragon Horse Hao Book in the Spirit Tortoise Shell, Knowing the Destiny Senior Brother is a big hand!

Xu Zhiming didn't touch the ink, and wrote directly on the tortoise shell, and where the hard touch was, blood-red lines gradually appeared on the tortoise shell.

After Xu Zhiming finished writing, the tortoise shell floated in the air, the young Taoist priest lit the candlestick, respectfully handed it to Xu Zhiming, Xu Zhiming took the candlestick with his left hand, held the candle flame with his right hand, and the flame was separated from the slow candle and burned in the palm of Xu Zhiming's right hand.

Xu Zhiming held the candle flame in his hand to burn the blue and blue tortoise shell, but the tortoise shell did not react at first, as if the flame was too small. Xu Zhiming pinched a seal with his left hand, and a nine-story pavilion appeared behind him, carved railings and jade pillars, cornices and helmets, and the structural layout was consistent with the charm of heaven and earth.

At this time, if you look intently at Xu Zhiming's body, the five internal organs are constantly exuding different colors of brilliance. Xu Zhi's life is to cultivate the nine-fold building of the inner heart method, become the five gods, and urge today, inherent in this vision.

The nine-story pavilion behind him lit up layer by layer from the ground floor, and the flames in Xu Zhiming's hands turned into a light blue fire butterfly and flew towards the tortoise shell. Even if there is a Dao Sect saint here, I also have to sigh that Xu Zhiming's talent is extraordinary, the flame butterfly looks simple, but in fact, it gives life to the flame in a sense, which has already involved an extremely profound Dao method.

Xu Zhiming listened attentively to the sound of the flames burning the tortoise shell, and the sound was endless, as if someone was whispering softly.

After a pillar of incense, the tortoise shell returned to Xu Zhiming's hands, and the matter of divination had an answer.

"Senior Brother Xu, can you tell me what the result is?"

This result is quite unexpected, and when the answer is revealed, I think the expressions of these eminent monks will also be very exciting. ”

"Senior Brother Xu, don't pretend to be a hypocrisy, hurry up and tell the answer. ”

"There is too much involved in this matter, and there is only one word to appeal to the junior brother. ”

"What are the words?"

"One day, my heart will move, and I dare to call the Bodhisattva to give birth to green silk. ”