"Brother Zishui, although the little sister has not gained anything this time, she is very happy, how about I invite you to my triple heaven as a guest?" Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The heroic woman returned to her old smiling face, and tried her best to invite the few people in front of her.

"What? Sister, you're from the Triple Heavens! Why didn't you say it earlier? I, I, I, have wanted to visit me for a long time....Brother Zishui, let's go?"

As soon as Hong Mengqiu heard that this sister, who had the friendship of life and death with herself, was actually a person from the gate of the Three Heavens, and she could be the master, and she must be a person who could take charge of things.

He jumped up for joy at once, and had long forgotten how dangerous and unpredictable that half an hour had been.

Although Zishui is a newcomer to the cultivation realm, I don't know where the triple heaven and the quadruple heaven are, if everyone is safe and sound in normal times, maybe they will go with them.

But now that this compassionate master Wuchen is dying, how can he have a relaxed heart, so he unconsciously looks at the great monk Wuchen.

At this time, Master Wuchen happened to have something to say, and slowly said, "Purple water friend... The old man has a reluctance... I don't know if it's hard to be a friend... Fulfillment?!"

"Master, you say, Zishui will do your best!" Zishui said.

"Lao Qu is the abbot of Yunnan Iron Tower Temple... I know that time is running out right now, so I bother my friends to spend some spiritual power to give me a ride... Good... Call me...

Tell me what happened in this temple... I don't know if it's okay?" Although Master Wuchen said the matter of life and death so lightly, at this time, when he heard it in everyone's ears, an inexplicable sadness arose.

If this master hadn't taken the first step and saved him by risking his life, the lives of so many people in the follow-up would not have been easily escaped by relying on Zishui's means alone.

This matter can also be said to be an act of good deeds that exchange one life for many lives, even death can be said to be really, and the merit is complete, which is also a good thing that the Buddhist family wishes.

It's just that these characters just said they would leave, but they left this old monk alone, Hong Mengqiu thought of this, and Gu Ye said angrily.

"Brother Zishui, your mana is profound, you can send one to Master Wuchen for us, no matter how long our sisters are, they are waiting for you in Sanchong Mountain...

By that time we'll be in the good ... After saying this, the two women wanted to bow their heads and laugh inexplicably, but they knew that they could not hold back until they knew that it was inappropriate, it was really a pitiful daughter's family gesture.

"Alright then, let's separate the two places for the time being, you have to be more careful!" Zi Shui said this, his eyes were on everyone's body one by one.

Using the rather mysterious yin and yang mana, covering the two of them here, the Seven Bitter Long Sword moved in response to the thought, and gradually the figure of the distant flight disappeared in a place in the blue sky in the eyes of everyone.

...... A few days later, the Iron Tower Temple......

Zishui and Wuchen monks, when they arrived at the door here, it seemed that there was already news coming back, more than 100 monks in the temple, soapy yellow Buddha robes, each chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Standing in line beside the two roads, stretching dozens of zhang away, the sound of chanting the scriptures for a while is endless, and the mood is much clearer for a long time.

At this time, Master Wuchen, who had been languishing all the way, actually heard the sound of chanting, his eyes brightened, and he gradually put on the posture of sitting on the ground with his hands folded.

At this time, the four orange and yellow monks with one hand and a staff in one hand, the old monks in costumes, Zishui saw the faces at a glance, although they were all ordinary and unharmed from ordinary people.

But between the eyebrows, there is a sense of compassion and compassion that makes people sincerely believe that these people must also be masters of profound Buddhist practice.

During this time, the four of them walked in front of Zishui, bowed their heads together, and did not say anything, but crossed Zishui first and put the tin in the hands of the four people.

The appearance of the tic-tac-toe was placed on the spot, and the seriously injured Master Wuchen was placed in it, and he was carried into the main hall of the temple lightly.

The purple water felt at this time, the right thing entrusted by the people was finally completed, coupled with the ups and downs of the Buddhist scriptures here, which made people clear their hearts, so they let go of their mood and explored the entire ancient temple with a wide range.

The layout of this iron tower temple is placed in a square, surrounded by a courtyard, all around, the dim jujube red color, the vulgarity is unconventional, there are as many as four or five long rooms in total.

And the middle of the site, even with cyan adobe bricks paved, extremely simple but it seems, extremely clean and natural, even the main hall.

Are all flat bricks and tiles if not, under the eaves in the middle, there is a Buddhist true identification plaque, purple water is really not easy to distinguish, the temple of the worship hall, is one of them.

But looking beyond these and looking into the past, you can see a half-body, dark hexagonal tower, which has a thick and straight cornice.

The layers of tight pavilion windows are clear and orderly, the log at the top of the tower is full of reflection, it seems to have magnified how many times, and the monk who is not surprised by everything is meditated on the spot, and it is immovable to make people look forward and be in awe.

Zishui slowly thought that it seemed that this place was far away from the Central Plains, and the lack of materials could not be compared with the big temples in the Central Plains.

Although the Buddhist temple in the Central Plains is, the large-scale personnel are rich, the Buddha site is prosperous, there are many incense offerings, and the flow of people who have been good for many years is endless.

But compared to here, it seems that there is less of a Buddhist family's pleasant tranquility and detachment from nature.

"Senior Zishui, Abbot Wuchen and the four teaching masters are invited, please come with me...".

A middle-aged deacon monk, after saying his purple water very politely, stepped forward on one side of his body, slowly led the way, and in a moment he had led this person outside the main hall.

The purple water dissolved the Seven Bitter Sword Sac, placed it under the stone steps outside the house, and respectfully followed the gesture of this person into the main hall, and then slowly saw the appearance of this hall from dark to light.

In the middle of this hall, the incense case is swirling, and it is divided into three steps, there is a palm-sized copper candlestick, and there are dozens of lamps on each floor.

Those flames are all of general size, and they are very solemn and sensational with each other, and one layer higher in the back, there is a very simple and very incense copper furnace.

Then there are some Buddhist ornaments, Buddhist rice vessels, Buddhist tea soup utensils, etc., all neat and dust-free, and hung high on both sides.

A pair of chiseled yellow lanterns and Yingluo, lined with a solemn and tall Buddha enshrined, sitting cross-legged with the Dharma in hand, looking at it slightly, making people feel the insight into people's hearts.

Although the purple water didn't understand the rituals of the Buddhist family, and didn't even know what to do, he just slowly stepped forward to pay the Buddha salute, and followed the deacon monk into the side hall, the abbot's place of practice.

That Master Wuchen didn't know what means these four monks used to treat him, but when he looked at it, he didn't look like a dying person who was seriously sad.

At this time, he sat calmly on the apricot yellow futon on the ground.

The futon here is also very exquisite, all of which are painted with fine powder beads like five-colored rice grains, or round or square, like the graphic design of the house.

Twelve lampstands are placed in a circle, but most of them are uncombustible lamps, and only three or so candlesticks are lit and dim.

The crumbling each other, divided into the last part of this circle, Zishui seemed to understand what it was hiding at this time, and looked at the four people standing behind Wuchen.

"Zishui friends are kind-hearted, this is the first time to enter the treasure temple, this is to make the small temple glorious, it is time to treat each other with courtesy, beckon friends to rest slowly, and appreciate the true scriptures.

But the old man knows that there is not much time, and he still has something to say, but I am afraid that time will not wait, so if I am lazy, please forgive my friends in Zishui!".

The old monk Wuchen let out a soft breath and spoke softly, his fingers slowly pointed to the vacant futon opposite, and motioned for Zishui to sit down and said calmly.

"The master doesn't have to be so polite, being able to make friends with a master with a mind like you is the thing that my purple level has added glory to, since I have sent the master here, what else do you have to explain, master.

The younger generation will listen to it and do it!". After the purple water recovered, he sat respectfully on the futon, an inch away from Wuchen's position.

The old monk Wuchen had no doubt about Zishui's personality and what he said, "That's good! I have a friendship with Zishui's friends, but I don't know what kind of family and sect Zishui's friends come from, and who they inherit?

"The kid has been lonely and unrelated since he was a child, and he has always been celibate, and as for this body cultivation, it is all a chance, and he came by accident.

At all, it can't be compared with other monks who have attained the Great Success, let alone the orthodox inheritance of any sect or sect, and the wild passers in the cultivation make the master smile!" Zi Shui replied.

"Why should Zishui friends be humble, everything in my Buddhist family's view, there is cause and effect, and the things that my friends have encountered, although I think I have suffered all the twists and turns, but I am afraid that the ending will have a final conclusion!

When Zishui's friends didn't come in, I had already discussed with all the junior brothers, and after I passed away, this iron tower temple.

I intend to pass on the position of abbot to you, and you don't have to drift around nowhere.

Meditate and practice here, seeking a higher level of cultivation, I don't know what my friends think is good?"

Although Zishui knew that this great monk did not have a simple intention, and asked himself to send him back to the temple, he never thought of it in his heart.

This old monk actually turned into a monk and converted him to Buddhism, and although he had no feelings for this world and no worries about grievances, he felt that it was a little too abrupt after all.

There were many words for a while, and he asked as if he understood or not

"The master means to persuade me to become a monk in your temple?.... dare to ask the master that there must be people who practice Buddhism in this treasure temple, but why....is me?"

That Zishui didn't understand, could it be for the follow-up inheritance of this temple, so he hastily persuaded people to become monks, even if it was the pure and kind words of a person who was about to die.

There must also be a willingness, shaving the Dharma to do it, and the monk practice is like this, just do what you say.

"Don't doubt it, friend, I didn't do this out of my own selfishness, but because I saw in you the Buddha nature that is stronger than all the monks in my temple!"

"Buddha-nature?"

"Yes, Buddha-nature! To be able to bear and then act, to be able to resolve and then to reverse and change, to be able to think of oneself and even more to think of others, in fact, this is the original meaning of the Dharma.

And when the old man encounters something, he finds that you don't explain the people who understand you, and you don't need to explain the people who don't understand you, and this is the wisdom of Buddhism.

The wisdom root in your body is related to my Buddha, and this old man made an exception to introduce you under the Buddha wall.

Wait for the old man to tell you a paragraph, what others don't know about Buddhism, can you reply to me again?"

When this Wuchen great monk spoke, he didn't leave any gaps in Zishui's words, and he actually let this person think in his head, but he said another thing.