Sword of Coming

Twenty days later, Chen Ping'an and his party passed by a mountain as steep as a woman's eyebrows. After entering the boundary, just a stick of incense along the mountain path, they encountered two groups of men and women, one group of more than ten people. There is a sense of wealth and nobility, and most of them are from the government. Several retinues and guards, all wearing standard long swords, are present for both men and women, old and young. There is another group of people who are full of martial arts. There are six people in total, four men about fifty years old. They breathe calmly and walk silently. They must be the first-class martial arts in the martial arts world of Qingluan Kingdom. The leader is an Eagle Hook. The old man with a sharp nose and sharp eyes was accompanied by a round-faced girl. Although her appearance was not outstanding, she had a pair of smart eyes that were full of hope.

Both groups of people were heading up the mountain. When Chen Pingan met a group of officials earlier, he took the initiative to ask about the scenery and customs of this place. After the other party introduced him, Chen Pingan learned that there is a Jingui Temple on the top of Qingyao Mountain. There are immortals cultivating in the Taoist temple, but they often close the door to thank guests all year round. Last winter, the Taoist temple asked the woodcutter to tell them that they were going to accept nine disciples. As long as they are under the age of sixteen, they will not ask about their origins, but will only look at opportunities. So in the near future, there are No less than three hundred people, each with their own young girls or young boys and girls at home, poured into Qingyao Mountain in an endless stream.

Chen Pingan was thinking about the Zhenwu swords and daggers that were still in the Governor's Mansion, so he was reluctant to join in the fun. Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia had traveled across mountains and rivers in the past two years, especially the water and land dojo of Qingluan Kingdom and Luo Tianda of Qingshan Kingdom. After the wedding, the group was not very interested in opening a mountain to accept disciples. As for whether the Taoist priests at Jingui Temple were real gods or fake masters, the group was even less interested.

In the ordinary country of Aquarius Continent, the existence of the Golden Pill Earth Immortal is already unattainable. After all, there are such hidden dragons and crouching tigers like the Great Li Dynasty, which are rare in the whole world.

With the iron cavalry of the Song Dynasty in Da Li not far to the north of Guanhu Academy, apart from the orthodox name given by the Academy, in fact Da Li is equivalent to covering half of the country. Da Li is regarded as the tenth largest dynasty in the world. The calls are getting louder and louder.

When she met the second group of people, the surprise in the eyes of the round-faced girl never stopped. A young man in white robe carrying a bamboo box on his back and a vermilion wine flask on his waist was riding on the back of an ox. A charcoal little girl, with bamboo knives and swords hanging intertwined around her waist, a stunning woman with a long sword on her back... There are also young Taoist priests and bearded swordsmen, what a strange traveling team. Could this be the Yamazawa Yexiu that grandpa once talked about?

Fortunately, although the old man in black didn't look easy at first glance, he was still willing to tell some old rules as a veteran, and he quickly stopped the girl from looking at her unscrupulously. Not only that, he also nodded to Chen Pingan, probably on behalf of the younger generation. Apologize.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and smiled in return.

Walking around the world, there are many chance encounters like this, but two groups of people who were supposed to be strangers were reunited by a sudden rainstorm.

The rare violent wind and rain made the mountain paths extremely muddy and difficult to navigate. The spring cold was already freezing to the bones, and the mountain wind roared by. The rain was also extremely cold. Pei Qian was directly hit by the soybean-sized rain, which made his face feel hot. He was sore, and soon his lips turned blue, and his whole body was trembling. This was after Pei Qian started practicing martial arts. If he had been practicing martial arts before, it would have been enough to make Pei Qian sick even after being exposed to the wind and rain for a while.

Chen Ping'an asked Zhu Lian to explore the road to see if there was any shelter from the rain nearby. The rickety old man was like an ape, moving around among the trees and cliffs. He came back soon and said that there was a large natural grotto not far ahead. A group of people had already settled there and lit a fire to keep warm. Chen Pingan carried Pei Qian on his back, put on a bamboo hat, and took out a raincoat to try to protect Pei Qian from the impact of the mountain wind and rain.

Zhang Shanfeng could hardly keep his eyes open as he walked beside Chen Pingan and reminded loudly: "There is something wrong with this heavy rain."

Chen Pingan nodded and took out a piece of yellow paper talisman made of relatively ordinary material. It was the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman with the lowest rank in the "Authentic Book of Alchemy". When encountering mountains and rivers, dilapidated temples or mass graves, Chen Pingan would use it as the talisman. This talisman opens a path to check the intensity of the evil spirit in the water and soil. Chen Pingan twists the talisman with two fingers and shakes it slightly. After the true energy is poured into it, it ignites instantly. Fortunately, the lamp burning talisman on his fingertips does not burn quickly. Compared with The time when he broke into Caiyi Guochenghuang Temple alone, it was much inferior. Chen Pingan was cautious and did not extinguish the light talisman. He held the talisman to clear the way to avoid traps ahead.

In the battle at Shan'ao, not only did he form a relationship with a golden elixir earthly immortal, he might even attract the covetous attention of that group of casual cultivators, so he shouldn't be careless.

Not only that, Chen Pingan also asked the yellow native cow if he knew that the big demon in this area is the king of the mountain. Although the yellow cow has not transformed into a human form, it can speak human words and shake its head, "In the five hundred years since I became enlightened, not to mention the recent past, After sleeping underground for two hundred years, I had never heard of the mountain spirits causing trouble in Qingluan Kingdom. However, three hundred years ago, in a Buddhist temple three hundred miles away, I saw a scene of a monk preaching the Dharma and osmanthus seeds falling like rain. The scene was very magical, and it was rumored at that time that the golden osmanthus trees that covered the temple came from the osmanthus trees in this Qingyao Mountain."

Xu Yuanxia stretched out her hand to support her bamboo hat and laughed loudly: "Zhang Shanfeng and I have been to that Buddhist temple a long time ago. It's so famous that we had to go. But apart from the inscriptions on the wall, we couldn't see anything else about the doorway and several famous Buddhist koans." The ruins have long been cordoned off, and pilgrims are not allowed to set foot in them. The two of us wandered around for a long time, but we saw a scene that I wrote in my travel notes. In the dusk, there were two young monks who were responsible for carrying the merit boxes. They probably felt that there were few pilgrims. , there were no outsiders, the two young novices stood on tiptoes, bent down and reached out to grab money randomly. After digging for a long time, the young novice who took out a piece of silver burst out laughing. The two of them carried the merit box on their shoulders and took out the silver. The young novice monk walked in front. Zhang Shanfeng and I looked at it and were very amused. It turned out that the merit box had to be moved to the back. There was a long flight of stairs to go. Naturally, the ones in front took advantage, while the ones behind had to bear the burden. .”

Chen Ping'an didn't know much about Buddhism. Buddhism was not popular in Aoping Continent, and it could even be said to be the least popular among the nine continents. So Chen Ping'an was in Ouhua Blessed Land and often went to the heart of the building adjacent to Zhuangyuan Lane. Xiangsi, who had just come into contact with some Buddhist teachings, asked doubtfully: "Didn't it say that monks don't touch money with their hands?"

Zhang Shanfeng smiled and said, "There are no rules in the world that are unbreakable."

Xu Yuanxia joked: "It's not a waste of time to visit those temples. This is very Zen-like."

Scalpers rarely speak out, and will only speak when others ask questions.

It became silent at this moment, but it clearly remembered that the ancient Buddhist temple was built at the foot of a mountain. At that time, it was already in the sea view area, and it was among the trees on the top of the mountain. It looked towards the temple because it did not dare to get too close. The incense in the world is not only afraid of disturbing the world, but also afraid of arousing the disgust of immortals. It can only see a young monk in a snow-white cassock in the distance. Under the eaves of a hanging iron horse, he stretched out his hand, and golden osmanthus fell like raindrops. The palm of his hand.

While Chen Ping'an, Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia were joking, they walked quickly and put half of the remaining lamp-raising charms into their sleeves. They had arrived at the cave that Zhu Lian had found. It was quite big, like an ancestral hall in a rural village, and it was big enough. Accommodates thirty or forty people.

Along the way, the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman burned slowly, and the further away from the mountaineering road, the slower the burning speed. This veritable rain was probably caused by Qi practitioners targeting Jin Guiguan's grand event of recruiting disciples.

The first people who arrived at the grotto were all women, seven or eight of them. The elder was a white-haired old woman, and the youngest was no more than a cardamom girl. Because of a heavy rain, the power fence originally used to cover up the appearance became cumbersome, and the bamboo hat and umbrella The coir raincoats were put together at their feet. They were warming themselves by the fire at the moment. They saw Chen Pingan and his group with cold eyes. Several of them moved their positions closer to the bonfire, obviously not wanting to have too much interaction with Chen Pingan and the others.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Zhu Lian, who had a "simple and honest" smile.

These women who came from the same school must have entered the grotto when it rained and collected dead branches early. Now the wind outside the grotto was strong enough to lift the house, and the rain was pouring. Chen Pingan and his group could only stare. Zhang Shanfeng used it as a way to practice their Qi. Although the realm of a scholar is not high, it is not difficult to make fire with some basic techniques. However, it is a taboo in practice to use magical powers at will when going out.

Chen Pingan helped Pei Qian set up the cowhide tent, then took out her clean clothes from the bamboo box and asked Sui Zuoyi to put them on Pei Qian.

When Pei Qian walked out of the tent alive and kicking, the gang of Jianghu people he met earlier also returned the same way, and came to the grotto to take shelter from the rain in a state of embarrassment.

The rain was so heavy that all the heroes bowed their heads.

When Chen Ping'an saw the old man with a hooked nose, he was the first to nod in greeting, and the latter also nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

Since Chen Ping'an was so polite, Zhu Lian and the other four changed their positions and silently made a clear space.

The round-faced girl, who looked like a drowned rat, had already been surrounded by the servants to block the view of outsiders. After all, the rain had soaked through her clothes, and the curves of the girl's figure were exposed.

After the gang members sat down, the round-faced girl began to look at the women again, her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Are you the aunts from Rouge House in Yunxiao Kingdom?"

Previously, the girl just looked at Chen Pingan for a few times, and the old man in black tried to dissuade him. But this time, the girl's words were so disrespectful and almost provocative. The old man still closed his eyes and calmed down, ignoring him.

Over there, a young woman with a sharp look on her face turned her head and said angrily: "Presumptuous!"

The round-faced girl was not afraid at all, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, why is this girl so presumptuous?"

These women were none other than Rouge Zhai from the top wealthy family in Yunxiao Kingdom. The youngest among them was a cardamom girl with a chin as sharp as a goose egg and a beautiful appearance. She widened her eyes and curiously looked at this brazen peer who dared to There are only a handful of people in the Yunxiao Kingdom who can provoke Yan Zhizhai like this, so should they be some sect from the Qingluan Kingdom or the Qingshan Kingdom?

The girl with a pointed chin subconsciously stretched out her thumb and rubbed the inscription on a delicate short knife at her waist. The scabbard was made of yellowed bamboo with a round and pleasant color, and the word "Qi'er" was engraved on the bamboo.

Her fellow senior sister, the young woman had a pair of mandarin duck knives on her waist. At this moment, she held the handle of the knife, her face as cold as ice, and said in a deep voice: "Then let's join hands and try the depth?"

Fighting is a relatively elegant way of sparring among people in the martial arts world. Compared with civil fighting, it is less likely to lead to bloodshed, because as long as the loser sees blood, he will still be victorious, and it is not a matter of glory.

The round-faced girl made a face at the woman, "She has learned martial arts for decades because of her age. What kind of heroine does she think she is when she bullies the younger generation?"

The young woman was very angry. She was not yet thirty, so what did it mean to learn martial arts for decades more?

The white-haired old woman looked graceful and said softly to the woman beside her: "What are you doing with a junior? If you don't know how to cultivate your qi, your martial arts achievements will not be high."

The young woman obviously respected the old woman very much, and immediately lowered her head and said: "Remember."

Not far away, a round-faced girl smiled coquettishly and said, "You are still such an old grandma who knows etiquette."

In fact, it’s still a “nice word” that doesn’t sit well with people.

Chen Ping was not involved, but he felt that this round-faced girl was really capable of stabbing others in the heart.

The old woman didn't care about the offense. She shifted her gaze and looked at the old man with a hooked nose, "But the old gang leader of Daze Gang Zhu?"

The old man in black opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I haven't left my house for nearly thirty years, and someone still knows my name?"

The old woman smiled slightly, "Even in thirty years' time, the world will still remember the reputation of Old Gang Leader Zhu."

After the old woman revealed her identity, the expressions of all the women in Yanzhizhai changed slightly.

Zhu Fengxian, the old devil of the Daze Gang, had a great reputation. Thirty years ago, he liked to ride in a bright red carriage and travel far and wide. He traveled through the martial arts forests of several countries and was stained with blood. Not a single righteous person died at the hands of this man. Hundreds are also eighty. Zhu Fengxian has eight more disciples under his command. They are known as the Eight Halls of Yama and are very prestigious in the Qingluan Kingdom. But thirty years ago, the Daze Gang suffered a heavy blow. Zhu Fengxian began to retreat. Half of the eight disciples died. Originally Most of the five to six thousand gang members, birds and beasts, have dispersed. In the past thirty years, the leader in the world who once commanded the heroes in Qingluan has fallen silent.

Just when Zhu Fengxian was about to continue to close his eyes and recuperate, the old woman who had always impressed people with a very graceful attitude suddenly said: "But today is different from the past. Compared with thirty years ago, the rivers and lakes are deeper. When you are not on your own territory, it is best to be more Toast with less pretense, kowtow more and talk less.”

The round-faced girl suddenly widened her eyes, feeling that she had heard the funniest joke in the world. She stared at the white-haired old woman, wanting to know if this old woman was crazy.

Zhu Fengxian said calmly: "If I remember correctly, your Rouge Zhai has been nothing more than a second-rate sect in the Yunxiao Kingdom for more than two hundred years since its founder founded it, and it has been very useless. Why, in the past thirty years, you guys have been Is there anyone above us?"

Chen Ping'an is a bit confused. How can he encounter such inexplicable grievances and grievances just by hiding from the rain? Pei Qian had previously complained about why after leaving Fengwei Ferry and walking such a long way, he only bumped into a guy like a yellow native cow, and then never met any ghosts again.

Pei Qian listened carefully at that moment. This is Jianghuli. I will go on my own in the future, and now I have to watch more and learn more.

Zhu Lian nodded secretly, and the words of the surnamed Zhu were very convincing.

The old woman sneered and said: "If there is no accident, the old gang leader Zhu wants to send this little girl to Jingui Temple to practice the immortal magic. Then does the old gang leader Zhu know that the master of Jingui Temple is an old friend of our Rouge House?" Knowledge? Among the nine disciples, our Yanzhizhai has already decided on one person. This was the old god who took the initiative to speak, so this mountain climbing is just a formality. In this way, the sharp-tongued man next to the old gang leader Zhu If this little girl really has some aptitude for cultivating Taoism, and the old man likes her, she might have the opportunity to call our Qingcheng senior sister."

The oval-faced girl in Yanzhizhai blushed a little and was embarrassed.

The round-faced girl looked at her and said with a smile: "You call it morning, I call it night."

Zhu Fengxian smiled slightly, "The master of Jingui Temple is a rare true immortal. He has opened his door to accept disciples this time, so I am willing to come back to the world. It's just that there is more than one immortal mansion in Jingui Temple in Qingluan Kingdom. I can kill you all first." Now, take your granddaughter to visit the immortals elsewhere, or leave here directly, and let my disciples from the Daze Gang secretly protect the girl you escorted up the mountain, so that she can practice Taoism with peace of mind."

The old woman looked grim and sneered: "It's easy to put it lightly when visiting immortals elsewhere! Why does Jin Guiguan, the old immortal, have to limit the age? You, Zhu Fengxian, don't know that? If you delay it for another two or three years, you, my granddaughter, will still be a shitty immortal, even if Because of the kindness of the Daze Gang, she was allowed to enter the Xian family's mansion, and she can only be regarded as a maidservant serving others. The Xian family's cultivation is the most ruthless, do you want me to teach you the principle of Zhu Fengxian?"

Zhu Fengxian's face was gloomy.

Even the round-faced girl who looked "coquettish" turned pale.

She is not a pure martial artist, but a three-level Qi practitioner.

Although the old woman had poor eyesight and could not see this, the girl herself knew very well that the younger she was on the road to cultivation, if she delayed two or three years, she might have to spend tens of thousands of dollars to become a Qi practitioner in the middle and fifth realms. It takes years to make up for it.

According to the words of her grandfather Zhu Fengxian and the military advisor of the Daze Gang, she is a good Taoist who comes once in a century. Unfortunately, the Daze Gang only has one fairy secret book in their arsenal that helps them reach the fifth level of the middle school. Her appearance is quite good, but how to become a Taoist? This Taoist book comes from a certain immortal family in the history of Qingluan Kingdom that has lost its incense, but it is not recorded. It should be just the cultivation method of the inner disciples, and it can only be passed down directly. , can you practice the secret skills of this mountain and the inheritance of the ancestor hall.

Pei Qian squatted next to Chen Pingan and listened with great interest. She felt that this kind of verbal battle was the most interesting. It was more exciting than when she was a child and watched women scratching each other on the streets of Nanyuan Capital City.

Chen Ping'an was a little worried. Both parties were not very efficient. He was afraid that they would fight if they disagreed. The grotto was such a small area and there was no place to hide. The sword had no eyes. Do you think he should be reminded now to let the Daze gang fight? Can the two groups from Yanzhizhai go out and fight?

Chen Ping'an sighed, stood up, walked straight between the two groups, walked to the door of the grotto, twisted out the half-letter charm hidden in his sleeve with his fingers, and burned it again, a small golden flame, Even in such a heavy wind and rain, it was still like the grass in the warm spring breeze, swaying leisurely. Then Chen Pingan turned around and smiled: "This rain is weird, this extraordinary evil atmosphere." It has been raining continuously since it started to rain. It is most likely the work of the Qi practitioners hiding in the dark. Depending on the situation, the gods of Jingui Temple have not taken action for the time being, so you are going to Jingui Temple this time. You must be careful on the road, and you might as well put aside the grudges in the world for the time being. After all, it is the path of spiritual practice that the two girls are so close to each other, which is more important. This climb is almost considered to be on the path of spiritual practice."

Chen Ping'an glanced at each of the two girls and said slowly: "Why should the path of cultivation become narrower and narrower? If we don't like each other, the road is so wide, just go our separate ways."

Zhu Fengxian smiled and nodded, "What this young master said is true. I hope that if you have the opportunity to come to our Daze Gang as a guest in the future, Mr. Zhu will definitely set up a big table for a feast."

Although they were polite words, these kind words spoken by the old devil Zhu Fengxian himself were worth a lot of real money, at least in the world of Qingluan Kingdom.

The white-haired old woman glanced at the yellow paper talisman in Chen Ping'an's hand, and said with a smile: "Our Qingcheng family will definitely remember the young master's kind words."

The oval-faced girl smiled brightly at Chen Pingan.

The Yang Qi Lantern Talisman on Chen Pingan's fingertips has burned out, and the golden flames have been extinguished. Chen Pingan rubbed his fingertips and laughed, "Someone once said that if you walk in the world, you can't punch high. If you become a god, , Don’t use it if you are skilled in it.”

The round-faced girl smiled and asked: "May I ask, sir, which master said this?"

Chen Pingan replied: "A friend."

The round-faced girl who called herself "Wentnight" raised her thumb and said, "I'm convinced!"

The oval-faced girl named "Qingchen" was a little curious about the young man's identity.

Zhu Fengxian and the old woman from Yanzhizhai looked at each other, they were both old men and women, and everything was unspoken. This small holiday between the two parties is not worth mentioning compared to the cultivation of their respective juniors. Even if they have grudges, before successfully entering Jingui Temple on the mountain, the two parties really need to make sure that there is no conflict between the well and the river. Even if there is danger on the road, maybe Daze will Bang and Yanzhi also need to cooperate sincerely and help each other in the same boat.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked outside.

The heavy rain is still astonishing.

I don’t know what time of year it is now in Lotus Flower Blessed Land?

I don’t know who the ten people in the world are now. However, the national master Zhong Qiu, the leader of the Hushan School Yu Zhenyi, and the bird's eye view peak Lu Fang must be among them.

I wonder if the house in that alley has brand-new door gods and Spring Festival couplets posted on it?

Chen Pingan sighed softly.

After picking up the bamboo box, Chen Ping'an was only carrying the half-immortal weapon, "Sword Immortal", that the Fu family of Old Longcheng borrowed from Fan Junmao to compensate him.

Chen Pingan raised his head and looked at the height of the dark rain curtain.

I was ignorant back then, and I remember that there was a guy wearing a bamboo hat and leading a donkey, "bragging" that his swordsmanship could not be penetrated by splashing water in heavy rain.

Now even he, Chen Pingan, can do it.

I just don’t know when I will become a true swordsman?

With this "Sword Fairy" behind him, Chen Pingan had difficulty even unsheathing the sword for the time being. When he thought of this, he took off the sword gourd and took a big sip of wine.

I just forgot that the wine in the jug was not osmanthus wine or Shuijing Xianren wine, but a medicinal wine made by Fan Junmao. Chen Ping'an suddenly shuddered, his face turned red, and he coughed, so he had to put the back of his hand against his mouth. , turned around, slightly apologetic, and walked towards Pei Qian angrily.

For a moment, all the fairy charm was gone.

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Baishui Temple is located in the south of the central part of Qingluan Kingdom. There is a spring in the temple lying on the ground, like rolling pearls, and it is the first to make tea. So much so that literati from Yunxiao and Qingshan often come here to drink tea from the spring. It is reasonable that the temple is so popular that it is jointly known as the Beishan Temple in the capital. However, compared with the activeness of the Beishan Temple monks in the government and the public, the Baishui Temple monks do not seem to like to appear in public, and they have not appeared in the past hundred years. A Zen master who can be called a dazzling Zen master is inevitably suspected of resting on his laurels.

Therefore, in this extremely grand debate about Buddhism and Taoism, Beishan Temple was the most popular. On the other hand, at Baishui Temple, which has a history of thousands of years, there is still not a single monk who has threatened to attend the grand meeting to determine the order of the three religions.

Spring rains have been continuous recently, and many temples in Qingluan Kingdom stand in the misty rain. Today at dusk, a young monk wearing snow-white cassocks walked slowly in Baishui Temple.

Baishui Temple has been closed for nearly a month, causing suffering to those sincere and good men and women.

The young monk had a cold face. The old monk and the young novice greeted him along the way. The young monk in his eye-catching cassock ignored him and everyone was used to it.

The young monk came to the railing of a small pond with green water. This inconspicuous pond has the reputation of Longtan because it is rumored that an old turtle lives in the small but bottomless pond. It was built by Baishui Temple. In the early days of the monks' release, every time the monks of Baishui Temple reached a wonderful point in their sermons, the old turtle would come out of the water and appear in the world. This matter is recorded in detail in the official history of Qingluan Kingdom, and no one doubts it.

The young monk continued to walk casually, walking in the long corridor behind the main hall, climbing up step by step. There were strings of exquisite bells hanging under the eaves. When the young monk climbed up the steps, there was a bell named "Iron Horse under the Eaves". "The charms of the wind were bred and resided in the bell. At this time, they flew out of the bell one after another, with a pair of transparent wings, and began to shake the wind chime. The young monk didn't seem to like the peaceful atmosphere of the ancient temple, which was noisy and quiet, and he frowned.

Those small and exquisite spirits immediately hid back in the bell.

The young monk turned his head and looked down at a small square behind the Main Hall, which was the place where "the eminent monk preached the sermon and the goddess scattered the flowers" in the history of Baishui Temple. I remember that a lot of golden osmanthus fell that day. The monks who preached the Dharma and the monks who listened to the Dharma were all sitting there. In the pile of osmanthus, the monk who was preaching was not used to the fragrance and sneezed several times. The listener felt attentive and understood, and thought up many ideas, and then wrote them all on the stone tablet of Baishui Temple.

After walking up the stairs and climbing to the top, we bypassed the Sutra Collection Building and walked to the abbot's room. There was a half-person-high yellow mud wall enclosing a small world. There was a well with a stone table and stone benches beside it.

The young monk pushed open the small bamboo fence door and walked to the well. The mouth of the small well had been blocked for many years.

In the early years, a famous Buddhist public case occurred here. It is said that even the Middle Earth Divine Continent heard about it. This is the reason why Baishui Temple has not had any eminent monks in the past hundred years, but it still remains standing. Regarding this public case, Baihe Temple has been quarreling for hundreds of years. The major temples in Qingluan Kingdom have quarreled. Buddhism and Taoism have quarreled. Scholars who have studied Buddhism and Taoism in the past have also quarreled over this matter. There is a lot of quarrels. Just the comments on the walls of various temples. There are as many as forty eminent monks and literary figures from various places who have opinions on this public case.

The rich collection of scriptures in Baishui Temple and the elegance and completeness of the unique and rare books are unparalleled in Qingluan Kingdom. However, this young monk standing in a daze by the well hated that place the most and never set foot in it.

The word "lijing" means "devil theory".

The Buddha just has dung on his head.

He sat on the wellhead, which was blocked and looked like a round stool. He had a question that he had not been able to figure out over the years.

I remember that the Buddhist scriptures say that a demon appeared and threatened an Arhat who became a Buddha in later generations. The Arhat was so frightened that he went to the Buddha. Then the Buddha granted him a righteous Dharma, and the demon was eliminated.

When the young monk first read this, he didn't think deeply about it. He just woke up with a fright and fell into endless pain.

He had an obsession in his heart.

"Why am I, a young monk in a small temple, so confident that I will not lose my composure when I meet a demon, but a great Arhat who is destined to become a Buddha and a disciple of the Buddha, feel fear and panic? What does this have to do with ordinary people who have never studied Buddhism? Difference? Where is the root of wisdom? Where is the Dharma learned? Where is the Dharma taught by the Buddha? How high and far can such an Arhat become a Buddha and spread the Dharma?"

The young monk was puzzled and sat alone at the mouth of the well, with tears streaming down his face.

This young monk, who had a sudden enlightenment in his youth, vaguely remembered that it was here that he beheaded a cat, cut it in two, and threw it into a well.

The young monk has been taciturn for so many years, but he worked hard at Baishui Temple. As a result, his hands and feet are calloused. Every winter, frostbite cracks and his hands are covered with blood.

He slapped the sealed wellhead again and again, and his palms became bloody and bloody, and he didn't know it.

The young monk spoke hoarsely and choked with sobs. He still slapped the wellhead with his palms, "It's wrong, wrong, you are wrong again. Buddhism is in it... I was wrong too. Zen cannot be spoken. Opening the mouth is wrong, but not speaking is also wrong. Wrong? We are all wrong, how can we be good..."