"Five spiders haunting the soul palm, isn't that ...... Sizzle......" Duan Yan gasped, almost about to turn around the front of the car and slip back to Fenghuo Forging, "Brother Yan, aren't you joking?" ”

"That's obvious. Yan Li said as he stroked his non-existent beard.

Speaking of this, Duan Yan didn't have the heart to joke anymore, and said, "Brother Yan, your father and I understand your heart." That assassin is also a master of the blood exchange period, and my father can't match it, if you really come to assassinate me, ......"

"It's a little thing, there's no need to worry about it. Yan Li said nonchalantly, "The young master is still at ease to visit the Zhuzen Temple." The ancestor of the Han family is in a hurry, maybe when we come back, he has already passed on the old king. ”

"Hey......" Duan Yan really didn't know what to say.

Yan Li no longer answered, and sang the drama leisurely: "Hold your head high and raise your righteousness, just like the waves of the Jianchuan River hitting the embankment." The husband should be chivalrous, not avoiding relatives and not afraid of the enemy. Why bother to be sharp when casting a sword, the chivalrous bone pill is in the heart of heaven and earth. How can the clown who jumps the beam mention it, and when he comes out of his sword, he will sweep away the yin......"

Duan Yan was speechless, he could only say in his heart: My Young Master Yan, that assassin is in the blood exchange period, the blood exchange period! Could it be that if you report your Young Master Yan's name, there will be a thunderbolt in the sky to kill him?

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Zhuzen Temple is located in the southeast of Jianchuan Castle Bell and Drum Peak.

The bell and drum peak is not high, about 100 miles up and down, full of pine and cypress, under the cover of the mist and rain, it shows the feeling of dust.

The carriage of Yan Li and others, stepping on the autumn rain, came to the mountain gate of the Bell and Drum Peak Zhuzen Temple. There are only stone steps on the mountain road ahead, and cars and horses cannot pass. Fortunately, there were already known monks waiting to help everyone take care of the carriages and horses.

In fact, if it weren't for Yan Li's possession of the "Discernment Post", the trip to the Zhuzen Temple could only reach the mountain gate, but the rugged mountain road ahead was not accessible to everyone.

Everyone walked with umbrellas, climbed thousands of stone steps, turned a few foothills, looked at the green pine and white stones, heard the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and all had a sense of clarity of soul and no dust.

At the end of the mountain road, a section of the blue-gray courtyard wall is exposed, hidden under the pine branches and drizzle, simple and peaceful.

Walking around the corner, you can see the real temple gate of Zhuzen Temple.

This ancient temple, built by bluestone, is sandwiched between the gray mountain rock and the mountain pine and cypress, and there is no ordinary Buddhist temple at all, the golden brilliance, majestic and solemn, only in the simple and clumsy in the endless Zen flavor.

Entering the temple gate, the field of vision is open in an instant, the mountains and green pines are in full view, it really seems that the mountains and rivers are exhausted and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Yan Li raised an umbrella and walked in slowly, and said with a poem:

"The sky is pine, and it is in the smoke and rain. The wind and clouds cast the Buddha's seal, and the heart Zen made the drum bell. ”

"Lord Yan is really enlightened and proficient in Buddhism. Following the voice, a middle-aged monk wearing a green cloth monk's robe walked out, in his fifties, with a clear face and a gray beard, coming slowly and plainly, and he couldn't see that he was born with martial arts.

Only the drizzle in the sky did not fall into the body three inches, and through the entire temple front yard, it was dry.

Undoubtedly, this is the innate Gang Qi to protect the body, and the supreme cultivation of martial arts.

"Old man Guangjue, welcome late, please donor Haihan. "The old monk said. He is the first Zen master Guangjue of the Panruo Hall of the Casting Zen Temple.

Yan Li returned the salute with his palms together, and replied in his mouth: "No, it's too late for this wind and rain." ”

"Donor, please. Guangjue personally led the way, and asked as he walked, "The donor is smart, and the old man has only seen it in his life." I don't know where the wind and rain are, but I can be late for the donor's footsteps. ”

"The wind in the sky, the rain on the earth, and the waves on earth...... Ha. Yan Li chuckled, "It's not that the wind and rain are hindering my steps, but that the younger generation is lazy, so it's late." ”

"Amitabha, the wind and rain of heaven and earth, the ups and downs of the world, have all entered the eyes of the donor, don't the donor understand?"

"If I am enlightened, I have already become a Buddha in this body, so why bother to quarrel with the master. ”

While talking, the group came to the meditation room. Zen Master Guangjue pushed the door in, and Yan Li each found a futon on the couch, sat opposite each other, waved his hand to light the small red clay stove, and slowly boiled a pot of fragrant tea.

Duan Yan and Guiyun also came in and looked around.

I saw that the furnishings of the meditation room were extremely simple, except for an old wooden bed with a low table and futon on it, there were only two wooden chairs, standing by the wall of the door. There is not even a shrine for Buddha statues in the room, only a string of rosaries, which is placed on a low table.

The only decoration in the meditation room is an inscription on the wall, on which a poem of seven words is written:

"Thousands of hammers forge the heart Zen, and the wisdom sword cuts right and wrong. This body is pure and unsullied, and the drum is beaten and the bell rings at dusk. ”

Duan Yan didn't dare to open his mouth to disturb, nor did he dare to leave on his own, so he had to sit on the wooden chair at the door with Guiyun and watch the old and young on the futon talk about Zen.

After the room was full of tea, Guangjue Fang continued the previous topic and asked: "If you are a smart donor, how can you not cut off the red dust?

Yan Li asked rhetorically: "One heart to the Buddha, one knife to lose hair, one pillar of fragrance, one monk's clothes, how easy it is to cut the red dust." However, the Heart Sutra has clouds, there is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death. Can the Zen master wisdom sword cut off all the ignorance, can it also cut off the ignorance? Can it cut off the lifespan phase, can it also cut the lifeless phase?"

Guangjue was silent, his whole body was motionless like a sculpture, and he muttered for a long time before he said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is taught." ”

This answer surprised Duan Yan, who was sitting at the door-the two of them were talking about Zen, and he couldn't understand a word, but in the end, Guangjue sighed that he understood:

"Is there any mistake? The monk in front of me is the first seat of the first Pranya Hall in Zhuzen Temple! Just now, he called himself 'Lao Gao', and he became a 'poor monk' in a few words, and he was a generation shorter. I said, Young Master Yan, you are so strong against the sky!"

"The donor is only able to give poems, and the clouds 'cast the Buddha's seal, and the heart Zen makes the drum bell'. Thinking about the meaning of the previous sentence, it is difficult to understand Buddhism if there is no change, the vicissitudes of life. But I don't know what the meaning of the latter sentence is? Ordinary monks beat drums and bells to find a Zen opportunity and prove the Buddha's principles, but they use bells and drums to prove their mind to Zen, so why does the donor turn it upside down?"

In the first few simple debates, Zen Master Guangjue has regarded Yan Li as an equal Buddhist friend, and no longer has the mentality of learning and instructing, but sincerely discusses.

Of course, he didn't know that the person sitting in front of him was not a smart young man, but a master who had practiced for a hundred years and had attained the immortality of the primordial gods.

"On the master's wall, there is also the phrase 'the morning drum rings the bell at dusk'. However, most of the temples have morning bells and evening drums, so why did the master go the other way?"

Guangjue poured fragrant tea for the two of them, and replied: "The morning is empty, the twilight is empty, the bell is empty, and the drum is empty." The morning bell and dusk drum are empty, and the morning drum and dusk bell are also empty. The monk hit the bell, but it was just an ordinary degree, and there was no difference. Is this also the meaning of the benefactor's words?"

"Not at all. ”

"Oh? Guangjue said with great interest.

"Before the Casting Temple, what was the name of this mountain?"

"Barren mountains and mountains have never been famous. ”

"So, with Zen mind, there are bells and drums. ”

When the monk Guangjue heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he heard the wonderful truth, and he solemnly said: "Amitabha, the donor awakens, it is like an initiation." ”

"Don't dare to be. Yan Li smiled, "Actually, there is another reason why this sentence is so. ”

"Huh?"

"Rhyme. The limerick poem that came by the way, the plain is already messed up, and there is no rhyme, won't it make people laugh to death. Yan Li shook her head and laughed at herself. If you want to talk about poetry, even if you are a master of the Yuan God, you can't compare to the romance of the Tang Dynasty.

"Hahaha. Guangjue laughed heartily, "I see, I see, the poor monk is persistent." ”

Duan Yan at the door, seeing Guangjue's cultivation as a high-level, moody and invisible, actually laughed, even if he couldn't understand a word, he also knew that the two talked very happily, and Yan Li's friendship with Zhuchan Temple was concluded. As long as there is the support of the Zhuzen Temple, the Wang family or something is really a clown who jumps off the beam, and it is not worth mentioning.

However, these Zen machines, he really didn't understand, and he sat at the door like a stake, which was too uncomfortable.

"Hey......" he poked Guiyun beside him with his finger.

Guiyun's eyes stared at the two of them without blinking, and listened very seriously.

"Can you understand?" Duan Yan asked quietly. If Guiyun can understand it, he can't understand it as a "quenching master", and he will be embarrassed.

Guiyun didn't even look at him, but shook his head very understandingly.

Seeing this, Duan Yan felt a sense of bosom friend, and instigated: "Since you can't understand it, let's not listen to it." ”

Guiyun shook his head again.

"We sneak out and they won't mind. Duan Yan suggested again.

Guiyun shook his head for the third time, and finally spit out a few words from between his teeth: "It's rare to hear, don't bother me." ”

Duan Yan's face suddenly turned red and he was devastated. Just as he was covering his face and about to slip away by himself, he finally heard a sentence that he could understand from the mouths of the old and young people who were on Zen.

I only heard Yan Li ask: "The younger generation came here, I don't know if there is a fate, I can see the way of casting Zen in your temple?"

"Of course, I was about to ask the donor for advice. Guangjue nodded without hesitation.

Born in Jianchuan City, born in a blacksmith shop, Duan Yanbei couldn't understand it, but this sentence was familiar.

Isn't the way of casting Zen the sword casting technique of the Zen Temple?

The most mysterious sword-casting technique of the three major sword sects can actually be witnessed with your own eyes?

The heavens have eyes!

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It's another year of Qixi Festival, and Jianchuan City, which has been bathed in drizzle for a day and night, has ushered in a bit of noise. The girls held beautiful paper umbrellas, and ran to the banks of the Jianchuan River with embroidery, colored threads, and silver shuttles, while the strong young men happily rowed canoes in the center of the river, wrestling with each other, trying to attract the attention of the girls.

Different from the general hustle and bustle in Jianchuan City, many people have special thoughts in this day.

Yan Li has been entering the Zhuzen Temple for a long time and has not yet heard any news. The killer of the Wang family, Chang Xuan, had already braved the autumn rain and had been in ambush outside Zhonggu Peak for a night, and he still had to continue to wait. The masters of the Wang family have also been following Chang Xuan's back all night, even if they are impatient, they can only endure it.

In the city, the wind and fire forging people led by Duan Heihu were looking forward to it and fidgeting. Wang Chuan, the ancestor of the Wang family, sat on his Taishi chair with an old face, exuding endless coldness. And Han Tieyi, who has always had a fiery temper, didn't make any more sounds, as if he acquiesced to the Wang family's plan to delay the army.

At this time, Immortal Dust Crane Shadow Yu Qingyue left Jianchuan City without anyone noticing, all the way to the west.

He did not wear the signature white crane, only wore an extremely ordinary blue-gray Confucian robe, holding an earthy yellow oil-paper umbrella in his hand, covering his white hair, and walked step by step to the place in his memory.

He walked through mass graves, over small hills, into a dense wood, and finally stopped in front of a field of ruins.

The ruins in front of me have long been submerged by barren grass, and only a few sections of mossy ruins remain, revealing a little trace when the wind blows the grass low. The once gravel path has long been buried by dust and mud, and even the unique [***] smell of ruins has dissipated with the passage of time.

Yu Qingyue looked at the ruins, and his old eyes showed endless remembrance. After a while, he tried to calm down, took a new step, and walked into this wild grass.