The abbot looked at Wang Yi's appearance and smiled slightly, "If Wang Yi's don't ask, the old monk can't help but say it himself." ”

Wang Yi withdrew his right hand that supported his body, lay on the ground completely, and put his hands behind his head, "Master, can I treat it as if I don't know." ”

The abbot laughed and said, "If you see everything too thoroughly, the world will be boring." ”

Wang Yi looked at the starry sky and wondered: "The master is a monk, why should he participate in this world. ”

The abbot shook his head and folded his hands, "In this world, how can you talk about becoming a monk." ”

"If it weren't for that treasure map, if it weren't for Han Li's existence, if I hadn't come here, wouldn't everything have happened, wouldn't there have been many fewer deaths. ”

"The king is merciful, there is everything in this world, but there is no if. ”

Wang Yi couldn't figure it out, the abbot master in front of him wanted to cultivate and cultivate, talk about Buddhism, Buddhism is profound, and there is no reason to participate in the treasure.

"It would be better for the benefactor to tell me how he knew that the poor monk was involved in the treasure. ”

Wang Yi thought for a moment, "I didn't know at first that the master had anything to do with that treasure. As he spoke, Wang Yi took out the string of Buddhist beads, sat up, looked directly at the abbot, and said slowly: "Until I felt the same cool feeling as this string of Buddhist beads in that cave." ”

The abbot shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied with such an answer.

Wang Yi continued: "The most important thing is that I felt the same strong qi as the master on the immortal crane in that hall. ”

Wang Yi pointed to his eyes and continued: "It's hard to imagine, I don't know what's going on, after the last time I had a fight with a difficult person, I would see the number of qi on everyone's body, a bit like the feeling of a qi practitioner, but it is different from a qi practitioner." While they were all tempted by the gold and silver treasures, I was secretly observing everything. ”

The abbot smiled, "Lord Wang is really different from ordinary people. ”

Wang Yi waved his hand, obviously he didn't like to hear this kind of thing. Originally, I thought that I had discovered the key to the matter, and after coming to Jingxin Temple to ask the reason, I was making a decision, but now Wang Yi didn't even want to ask the reason.

The abbot looked at Wang Yi sitting there stunned, and said, "If Lord Wang doesn't want to do anything to the old monk, why don't you accompany the old monk to wait for the two of you here?"

Wang Yi was a little curious, the people who came to this meditation temple at this time must not be ordinary people, Wang Yi, who was already fine, nodded, and was willing to wait with the abbot.

Outside the mountain, there was a Taoist priest with a wooden sword walking on the hillside, looking at the brightly lit temple in front of him, he let out a long sigh, put his hands on his knees, and slowly panted.

At the behest of his master, the Taoist priest who had just left Wudang Mountain came to visit an old friend of his master, and also brought the ashes of the other party back to Wudang.

It is not in accordance with the rules for a monk's ashes to be brought back to Wudang, but his master had to listen to what he said, so the sword priest had to press the thoughts in his heart and slowly walked towards the temple.

Behind the sword priest, there was a monk who followed him closely, and his mouth kept scolding the dead Taoist priest, and sooner or later he would die on the walking mountain.

The Taoist priest was a little helpless, and the monk who followed behind was met by himself after the ascension of the old heavenly master in Longhu Mountain, and he heard that the monk of the small Buddha temple accidentally knocked his wine pot to the ground and scattered it on the ground. His original intention was to compensate him for a pot of good wine, and the monk also agreed.

But when he gave him a pot of wine, the other party relied on him, and he followed him wherever he went. It's just that this monk's cultivation is not much different from his own, and he has no choice but to follow him.

Walking to the door of the temple, the three big characters of the meditation temple came into view, and the Taoist priest stretched out his fingers and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there, in Xia Wudang useless Taoist priest, please come and visit the abbot master." ”

When the abbot heard the movement outside, he glanced at Wang Yi, smiled slightly, and said, "The guest is here." ”

With a wave of his right hand, the door of the temple slowly opened.

Zhou Liyuan had already been awakened by the sound outside, stood up, grabbed the little beggar lying in his arms, and got out of the way.

The useless Taoist priest looked at the windless door that opened by itself, was slightly stunned, and then walked in, and the monk behind him also came in time and followed closely.

The first thing the useless Taoist priest saw was Zhou Liyuan standing at the door and the little beggar who rubbed his eyes and looked at everything around him in a bit of confusion, and then turned his head and saw an old monk looking at him with a smile, but the young man opposite took the initiative to get out of the way where he was sitting, and walked to the back hall and took a futon out.

The useless Taoist priest politely bowed to the old monk, and muttered: "Wudang is useless, come to meet the abbot master." ”

Wang Yi didn't hold back, and the tea in his mouth gushed out. Looking up at this strange-named guy, carrying a wooden sword on his back, he looked like a Taoist priest.

"Oh, I said Dead Daoist, why did you come to the temple, don't you want to become a monk. A monk holding a wine jug walked into the temple, raised the wine jug in his hand, and took a sip very happily.

"Do you want to spread kindness and take you under the door?"

The useless Taoist priest is not angry, along the way, the monk Zhishen has said more ugly words than this, and now the useless Taoist priest is immune to this sentence.

The abbot recited a Buddha name, "The poor monk is the abbot of this meditation temple." ”

The useless Taoist priest hurriedly saluted here, "The family master Wudang Qingling Taoist wants the apprentice to take the teacher to say hello." ”

The abbot nodded, pointed to the futon opposite, and said, "It's useless, please sit." ”

It's useless and polite, report the door number by yourself, since the other party recognizes it, then there is no need to be polite, my master explained many times before leaving, and the old monk dislikes people with a lot of etiquette the most.

Monk Zhishen took the initiative to walk into the meditation temple, and fell on another futon as if he was drunk but not drunk, as if this posture was uncomfortable, and he turned over and fell asleep.

The abbot was not angry, "It is a blessing for the poor monks to come to this meditation temple today to witness the fall of the poor monks. ”

Wang Yi frowned and didn't speak, and the useless Taoist priest on the side was a little anxious and said, "Master, you." ”

The abbot stretched out a hand, interrupted the useless Taoist priest's words, and said quickly: "The matter of Qingling, the poor monk already knows. ”

"The poor monk's law is called the ring spirit, which is the successor of the small Buddha temple, and he was ordered by the master to go down the mountain, pass through here, and borrow it for one night. ”

"It just so happened that when King Xin returned to heaven and died, the poor monk had an elixir on his body, and he gave it to King Xin because he couldn't bear the pain of King Xinbi's illness. ”

After the king of letters obeyed, he gradually improved, left the poor monks, and built the Jingxin Temple. But there was a battle report from the front, Taizong had reached the city gate, and King Xin had to surrender. ”

"But the king was defeated, although he surrendered to Taizong, how could Taizong rest assured of a vassal king of the previous dynasty. King Xin knew what Taizong was thinking, so one night, he found a poor monk to come and explain what happened. ”

The abbot looked calm, turned his head, glanced at the main hall behind him, and continued: "King Xin told the poor monk that he secretly hid the next batch of treasures and left them to his descendants, but he was worried that the treasures would pose a threat to his descendants, so he had to entrust the treasure to the poor monk, and inform the poor monk of the location and mechanism of the treasure. With that, he committed suicide. ”

Wang Yi frowned and asked, "But the book says that King Xin died of a violent illness back then. ”

The abbot smiled and said: "The king is the benefactor, the king is defeated, and the history books are all written by the victors, so it is natural to omit the remarks that are unfavorable to them." ”

"After the death of King Xin, the descendants were slaughtered by a group of black-clothed people in a dark night, and the poor monks were not cultivated enough, so they had to hide in the dark to save the only living mouth of King Xin's mansion at that time. ”

Wang Yi didn't think that King Xin still had descendants alive, if this was the case, according to the treasure left by King Xin, he would naturally be able to live a prosperous life, but he had never heard of such a family near Dajiang Town.

"I don't know where the queen of Nasin is. ”

Wang Yi didn't have time to ask, but the useless Taoist priest on the side took the lead in asking.

The abbot's gaze slowly passed over Wang Yi, the useless Taoist priest, and finally fell on the little beggar in Zhou Liyuan's hand.

Wang Yi was a little incredulous, this little beggar who lived by begging on weekdays turned out to be the descendant of King Naxin.