The young monk, who always had a gentle smile on his face, smiled slightly at Wang Mo and the four of them, and then waved his right hand lightly, and a transparent lotus flower several zhang wide suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Stepping on it, the young monk smiled softly and said softly, "Four, please!"

He Fang and He Yu glanced at each other, and were a little wary of this person in their hearts, from the moment the young monk appeared, He Fang secretly increased his vigilance in his heart from time to time, this person did not have the slightest fluctuation of immortal power, it was not that he did not have immortal power, but that this person's cultivation was not something he could detect at all.

Then he shook his head self-deprecatingly, among the sects, the masters are like clouds, just with the realm of his four brothers in the late stage of the birth of the sect, even if the other party has the intention to harm himself, what is the use

Smiling politely, He Yi waved the young monk and nodded lightly, and said, "Please!"

When Wang Mo and the four of them stepped on the transparent lotus flower one after another, the young monk's mouth moved slightly, and the lotus flower, which was several zhang, suddenly floated forward, looking at the huge attic that was getting closer and closer to him.

He Fang and the three of them couldn't help but feel a little excited in their hearts, on the other hand, Wang Mo seemed a little calm and overly calm, for some reason, when he saw this young monk for the first time, Wang Mo inexplicably felt a trace of admiration and guilt in his heart, this was a feeling that Wang Mo had never felt before, even if he had killed some people by mistake before, he didn't have this feeling

Just Baixi, the huge attic that was as far away as thousands of miles before, is now close at hand, He Fang couldn't help but sigh in his heart The power of this lotus flying immortal treasure is also a little envious of these disciples who have a sect, as long as you are outstanding enough, the sect will naturally give you good things, even if you get into trouble, someone will still check your ass.

However, He Fang also knew that it would be extremely difficult to enter a sect that was even more mysterious and powerful than the Yiyuan Sect, but He Fang did not feel the slightest loss in his heart, but was full of confidence in the entry of the Yiyuan Sect in half a year

He Fang and the four of them obviously felt that the transparent lotus flower was gradually getting smaller, and it was not until the five of them landed at the door of a hut on the 100th floor of the attic that the transparent lotus flower under their feet slowly dissipated.

The left hand was raised to the four of them and bowed again, and the young monk said softly: "Four, but you want to comprehend the artistic conception of breaking through the wounded door?"

Slightly stunned in his heart, He Fang couldn't help asking, "How did the little master know!"

With another gentle smile, the young monk replied, "The Buddha said, "Don't say it, don't say it."

"Hey, you little monk! What kind of answer is this!" His eyebrows twisted slightly, and He Yu lost his voice and said, "Xiaoyu, don't be rude!" Smiled apologetically at the young monk, He Fang turned his head and shouted, "Oh"

With a gentle smile, the young monk nodded lightly and said, "It's okay!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw three young monks suddenly fall not far from the corridor, and all three of them walked lightly, bowed slightly to the young monk before, and said in unison: "I've seen Uncle Xiao!"

Raising his palm and nodding lightly at the three of them, the young monk spoke: "Please also invite the four donors into the room!"

With a slight fist hug at the young monk, He Fang and the three of them were led away by the three young monks, and Wang Mo with a calm face and a young monk with a gentle face were left on the corridor.

"Donor, please follow behind the poor monk" The young monk smiled at Wang Mo, and slowly walked in the opposite direction of He Fang and the others, but Wang Mo still followed behind the young monk with a calm face, but the inexplicable admiration and guilt in his heart did not disappear for a long time

After walking for about half a cup of tea, the young monk suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand to a small wooden house in front of him, and said, "Donor, please!"

Immediately gently pushed open the wooden door, led Wang Mo in, and entered the wooden house, Wang Mo casually smelled a fragrant sandalwood fragrance, this smell suddenly made Wang Mo feel unprecedented comfort, and the depression in his heart for many years was swept away in an instant

The interior of the wooden house is not very large, there are wooden masonry on all sides, and there are some patterns carved on it that Wang Mo has not seen.

There are no windows in the house, but there is no sense of stuffiness, there is a table of eight immortals quietly on the right side of the wooden house, and several scriptures are neatly placed on the right corner of the wooden house, and there are two pale yellow futons in the center of the wooden house, and there is nothing!

The opening interrupted Wang Mo's encirclement, and the young monk gently made a gesture of invitation, motioning for Wang Mo to sit on the futon, and when Wang Mo sat down cross-legged, the young monk then also sat cross-legged opposite Wang Mo

The right hand drove the monk's robe and waved gently, and a pot of tea and two teacups suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the two, Wang Mo has always been a tea lover, and obviously felt the fragrance of this tea, as if he saw Wang Mo's infatuation with tea, the young monk gently poured a cup for Wang Mo!

Said gently: "Poor monk, the Dharma name 'Zhi' is the donor's current mentor, and he has not yet consulted the donor's surname!"

Wang Mo said lightly: "Wang Mo"

"It's interesting to know the master's legal name!"

"Knowing is a cicada, and the cicada is suitable for my Buddha's Zen, which means "knowing", knowing and doing clearly, but worrying

"Cicada is a kind of understanding, knowing that it comes and goes is clear that it is happy and happy, and it is eternal to give up."

"The cicada is also a kind of realm, drinking the dew and flowing out of the dredging tree. Raising your voice from afar, not by the autumn wind"

Taking a sip of tea, Wang Mo closed his eyes and enjoyed it slightly, then shook his head slightly, put down the teacup and said, "I don't understand very much!"

Smiling lightly, the monk said softly: "The donor is the ninety-nine people I received, and the previous ninety-eight people all nodded and said that they understood, but I knew that they didn't understand, and the candor of the donor surprised the poor monk!"

Smiling slightly, Wang Mo didn't speak, just quietly tasted the tea, and then spoke for a long time: "I know the master, I just saw that the prayer flags outside are a little different from those on the Pure Land Mountain, this is?"

"It was a multicolored prayer flag, made up of five colors – blue, white, red, green, and yellow, and their colors could not be changed at will, because each color represented a different meaning. Blue is regarded as the blue sky, white is regarded as white clouds and snow-capped mountains, red is regarded as the sun and flames, green is regarded as green trees, and yellow refers to the earth.

"Every time the wind blows the prayer flag, it means that we have recited the Buddhist scriptures in our hearts and prayed for peace and auspiciousness for people."

Gently drinking the last tea in the cup, Wang Mo chuckled lightly, and then said in a somewhat indifferent voice: "But they are not safe and auspicious, are they?"

Hearing this, knowing that the monk was stunned, he didn't know how to answer for a while, and he glanced at it lightly, and Wang Mo asked again: "Do you know that the master has been out of the Liberation Gate?"

"No, no!"

"I was adopted by my master the year I was born, and since I practiced Buddhism, I have been staying in the Buddha Gate for one hundred and twenty-seven years, and I have not gone out!"

"One hundred and twenty-seven years?" This seems to be a few years older than himself, but he is one hundred and twenty-seven years old, and after pouring a cup of tea, Wang Mo said again: "What kind of cultivation is the master?"

"Wounded Gate Seven Palaces!"

As if seeing Wang Mo's doubts, the monk took a sip of tea and said, "The lifespan of an immortal cultivator is closely related to the realm of cultivation, and the improvement of each level of the realm represents an exponential increase in your lifespan. ”

"A worldly mortal can live to be more than a hundred years old, which is a rare longevity in the world. And it is normal for immortal cultivators in the realm of opening and closing doors to live for more than two hundred years. If you are lucky enough to break through the door of life, you will live to be two or three hundred years old, and there is even more hope. ”

"If you condense the Immortal Palace and break through the realm of wounded gates, then you can increase your lifespan to five hundred years old! Du Jing two doors can increase your lifespan to ten thousand years, as for the death and terror two gates, I don't know how old you can live! The master doesn't know."

Wang Mo was stunned when he listened to it, although he also vaguely guessed that the lifespan of immortal cultivators would definitely be longer than ordinary people, but he didn't expect such an outrageous thing! According to the time of cultivating immortals for one hundred and twenty-seven years, how could his four brothers be already immortals whose strength was comparable to the realm of wounded men in just five years?

"One hundred and twenty-seven years, you have not been out of the Liberation Sect?"

"No, I'm just a disciple of the Buddha who has been practicing the Dharma since childhood. Those of us who practice are very indifferent to everything in the outside world, and any reputation and the like are all vain."

Shaking his head and smiling softly, Wang Mo sneered: "You should go outside to see the real world instead of those hypocritical words in Buddhist books!"

With a rare look of slightly angry looks, the monk said lightly: "How can the donor insult me and release the door!"

With a helpless wry smile, Wang Mo didn't answer, just quietly sipped the tea

Seeing that Wang Mo was silent, the monk sighed lightly: "Amitabha!" and then said: "I have received a total of ninety-nine people, and the cultivation of these ninety-nine people is all deeper than that of the donor, but only the donor, you let the poor monk commit the sin of anger."

Still silent, Wang Mo filled the tea for himself again, and when he finished drinking the tea in the cup, he slowly spoke: "Knowing the master, the Buddha said that he should be enlightened to all sentient beings, but if there is a bad person, he has lost the conditions to be a man, then he is not a person, do you still want to save him?"

"This"

One hundred and twenty-seven years, for the first time, I knew that I wanted to go out of the Liberation Gate and see the real immortal capital realm in his mouth

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