The Dharma Realm monk took the white cliff around the main hall and walked towards the back of the temple.

The two met a lot of monks along the way, and Bai Ya had already seen a lot of knowledge in following the Blood Knife Man and the old beggar these days. He saw that these monks' steps were vain and heavy, and he immediately knew in his heart, but he was afraid that these monks were ordinary monks, not martial artists.

Fa Jing led him through two temple courtyards and stopped at the door of a quiet room.

"Uncle Shi, see the Law Realm!" the Law Realm monk bowed down at the door of the quiet room and shouted softly.

"Come in!" After a while, an old voice came from the quiet room.

"The little donor will wait for a while, and wait for the poor monk to pass through the master and uncle first!" The law realm confessed to Bai Ya, took off his shoes and pushed the door in, and then turned back to close the door.

After a while, the Law Realm came out again, stretched out his hand towards Bai Ya, and said, "Little donor, Uncle Shi is invited!"

Bai Ya hesitated for a moment, and then took off his shoes and entered the law realm like he did just now, but the law realm stayed outside the door and did not follow up.

After he entered, he saw that the walls of this quiet room were empty, only the back wall was pasted with a big word "Zen", a small table was placed in the middle, several futons, and behind the small table sat a snow-white old monk with long hair.

The old monk's face was like a dead tree, his eyes were closed, he was holding a string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand, and his whole body exuded a dead and twilight atmosphere, which made Bai Ya really taken aback, and faintly felt that this old monk was afraid that he would not have much time to live.

"Little donor, please take a seat!" the old monk heard the movement, but only pointed to the futon in front of him, still with his eyes closed.

"Zen Master is Yuanming?" Bai Ya sat down and asked tentatively.

"Old man Yuanwu is the host of this Yunlong Temple, and Yuan Ming is the senior brother of the old man!" the old monk smiled slightly and replied.

"Your senior brother, could it be that Zen Master Yuanming has passed away?" Bai Ya was shocked, this monk has grown old like this, isn't his senior brother even older, could it be that he has died of old age?

However, he looked back and calmed down a little, this temple is called Yunlong Temple, even if it has something to do with King Kong Temple, this Yuanming is not necessarily the other Yuanming.

"The little donor is too worried, the old man's senior brother is still alive, and he has not passed away!" Zen Master Yuanwu seemed to know what Bai Ya was thinking, and said with a smile, "If the Huikong in the mouth of the little donor is returning from the Western Regions Tantra, then there is nothing wrong, it should be the disciple of Senior Brother Yuanming!"

"Zen Master, I don't know what this Yunlong Temple has to do with King Kong Temple?" Bai Ya frowned, not wanting to be sloppy with the old monk anymore, so he asked directly.

"Yunlong Temple is King Kong Temple, but King Kong Temple is not Yunlong Temple!" the old monk smiled and typed a Zen sentence.

However, Bai Ya understood, blinked and asked, "That means that Yunlong Temple is only a part of King Kong Temple!"

"Xiao Shi is very wise, Yunlong Temple only has people who worship Buddha, and they don't practice martial arts, but most of the monks don't know that there is a King Kong Temple!"

"Finally found it, Zen Master, maybe let the kid see Yuanming Zen Master at first!" Bai Ya couldn't hold back his excitement and suddenly stood up from the futon.

"Don't worry, little donor, just now the old man has asked the Dharma Realm to invite the warrior monks of the Vajra Temple, and someone will take you to the Vajra Temple later. The old monk stretched out his hand and pressed it kindly, "There is still some time, I don't know if the little donor may say something about Huikong's nephew!"

Bai Ya had no choice but to sit down again and tell the story of what happened to Monk Huikong in Shiyangji. It's just that he also kept an eye on it and didn't say anything about the "Lengyan Sutra".

Huikong told him a thousand times at that time, so that he must give the "Lengyan Sutra" to Yuanming, and he would not mention the "Lengyan Sutra" until he saw Yuanming.

"Amitabha, good, good!" Yuanwu heard that Huikong had been killed, and immediately recited a Buddha name, but there was no sadness on his face.

When he heard that Bai Ya had killed Bai Hu and Tao Yan for this reason, and burned down the Gu Lin Inn, his face finally moved slightly, opened his eyes that had been closed, and glanced at Bai Ya.

Met the eyes of Zen Master Yuanwu, Bai Ya suddenly knew why he had his eyes closed just now. It turned out that the old monk's eyes were covered with a layer of white, and he couldn't see at all.

It's just that Bai Ya is still very uncomfortable to see by those white eyes, and those eyes seem to have a magic that completely sees through people, making him feel like he is naked under the scorching sun.

“...... Bai Zhong and others heard that the first night is impermanent, the troubles are bottomless, the sea of life and death is boundless, the boat of hardship has not yet been established, the clouds are happy to sleep, the courage can be diligent, and the heart is always in the ...... of Zen" Zen Master Yuanwu slowly closed his eyes again and whispered over and over again.

Bai Ya listened to the old monk's soft chanting, and was extremely irritable at first, only to feel a fly buzzing in his ears. But soon found that the surroundings were quiet, and only the voice of the old monk was like a bell.

Slowly, a sense of sleepiness welled up in his heart, and he suddenly couldn't support it anymore, his eyelids slowly closed, and he actually sat on the futon and fell asleep, making a slight snoring sound.

It's just that the Buddha verses of the Yuanwu Zen Master are still heard very clearly, and every word is like a golden slogan flowing from the bottom of my heart. What he didn't know was that the relics phantom in his body was slowly rotating at this time, and circles of milky white light swept through his body, making his body and mind feel a soft warmth.

"Little donor, little donor......" Bai Ya didn't know how long it took, and when he came to his senses again, the Yuanwu Zen Master was gone, and there was a Dharma Realm monk standing beside him, gently waking him up.

"What time is it?" said White Cliff, startled, and jumped up from the futon.

"It's midnight!"

Bai Ya pushed the door and looked out, and sure enough, he found that the stars were twinkling, and the night was deep, so he slept for most of the day.

"What about Zen Master Yuanwu?" Bai Ya was stunned for a moment and then turned around and asked.

"Uncle Shi...... Uncle Shi has already gone back to his room to rest!" The Law Realm monk turned his face, a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, but he was not noticed by Bai Ya.

After settling his mind, Fa Jing continued, "Don't worry, the little donor, the poor monk has informed you of your news, and someone will come to take you there tomorrow, now go to the wing room with the poor monk to rest." ”

"That's good!" Bai Ya breathed a sigh of relief and took the lead in walking out of the room, only after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered Tu Sanlang, turned around and asked, "My companion ......"

"Don't worry, the little donor, tomorrow the poor monk will arrange someone to take him out of the mountain!"

Bai Ya had no doubts, and followed the Law Realm to a side room. Vegetarian food had been prepared in this room, but the first hot meal in a few days did not make Bai Ya eat very pleasantly, and he was still puzzled by the inexplicable sound sleep he had before.

After using vegetarian food, Bai Ya carefully felt the changes in his body, only to feel that he was full of energy, and his whole body seemed to be much more relaxed, and his physical condition was surprisingly good, which made him feel surprised. I knew that it should be the old monk who had done something to him, but it didn't seem to be harming him.

Although it was late at night, Bai Ya couldn't sleep, took off his coat, and went out in the yard to start practicing the Five Broken Tiger Claw Gong.

After beating the moves, and then practicing the finger pile skills, he was shocked in his heart. Originally, he could only hold on to two pillars of incense, but now it has lasted for more than half an hour, and it has not even reached the limit.

The devastating strength of the Tiger Claw Gong, he has already practiced, and the strength of the penetrating force is originally far away, and it is estimated that it will take at least several years of hard practice, because the basis of the penetrating strength is to stand upside down with the fingers for an hour. But with the current progress, I am afraid that the target will be reached soon.

"Could it have something to do with that old monk?"

Bai Ya vaguely felt that this had something to do with him sleeping in the quiet room for some reason, but he couldn't imagine how the Yuanwu Zen Master, who seemed to be dying of breath, used what method to cause changes in his body.

"Bai Zhong and others heard that the first night is impermanent, the troubles are bottomless, and the sea ......of life and death is boundless," Bai Ya recited softly, he still remembered the few words of the Buddha in the mouth of the old monk, but he didn't feel it when he read it.

"No matter, it's a good thing anyway!" Bai Ya sighed, and suddenly an inspiration moved in his heart, remembering the Vajra mudra that Huikong had taught him.

This Buddhist mudra, he used to practice only one lying pile, and the other pile skills couldn't last much time. It's not that he can't do it, but his body doesn't allow it, and in the end it ends up being paralyzed.

"Since it's in such a good state now......"

Bai Ya thought of doing it, and immediately put out several other pile skills in the courtyard. After taking turns to practice for a while, he jumped up excitedly.

"It's done, several important acupoints recorded by the pile gong have a sense of heat swelling, and after opening this head, you can progress step by step in the future. Bai Ya was full of joy, and almost raised his head and laughed three times.

However, after thinking about it, Bai Ya still didn't dare to slack off, and continued to put on a big mudra pile. He doesn't know how long this physical state can last, so he naturally can practice for as long as he can, so that his body can firmly remember this feeling.

......

When the dawn came, when the Law Realm came to meet, he found that Bai Ya was holding his head with his right hand, holding his left knee with his left hand, standing on one foot, and his body was at an angle of 60 degrees to the ground.

Although the young man only had a single coat on his body, his face was full of red light in the cold wind of the early morning, and there was a trace of heat on his body, which looked extremely weird.

"Little donor, little donor......" Seeing this, the Fa Realm couldn't help but be surprised, and tried to call softly.

"Don't call him!" However, he only called out twice, and was stopped by a middle-aged warrior monk beside him wearing a sleeveless short suit with leggings wrapped around his feet.

The middle-aged warrior monk looked at Bai Ya and narrowed his eyes, and stood quietly with the Law Realm on the side, hugging his chest and nodding slightly.

However, Bai Ya didn't let the two of them wait long, he still realized that there was someone in front of him in his sleep, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining like lightning, and a trace of essence was fleeting.

"Little donor, you're awake!" Seeing him wake up, Fa Jing clasped his palms together and stepped forward and said, "You need to use some early fasting......

"It's okay, this is ......" Bai Ya's gaze fell on the middle-aged warrior monk next to him, and asked tentatively.

"This is the senior brother of Kongo Temple, he just came over!"

"The poor monk is difficult, my teacher Yuanming sent the poor monk to invite the little benefactor. The middle-aged warrior monk replied with a smile.