"At the age of Zi Mi, he was the abbot of Jing Nian Academy and met Master Nianci." After Maitreya sat firmly, he first introduced himself to the old monk who was as haggard as he was.

"Where did Zimi come from?" Nianci raised his eyes slightly and asked Zen.

Shoufuyuan is a temple belonging to the Linji School of Zen. Nianci's questioning is also a common saying of Zen monks. After pondering slightly, Maitreya replied:

"Zi Mi comes from grudges."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the end of grudges and grudges." Maitreya naturally returned, which made the old monk Nianci unable to help but lower his eyes, and his shriveled jaw moved slightly, as if he nodded.

"What is Nianci doing here?" Maitreya saw Nianci nodding and turned his back to question.

"Sit on the dry Zen."

"Why sit in dry Zen?"

"For the best of our pursuit of Buddhism and enlightenment and transcendence." Nianci tilted his head and replied with weak energy.

"What can I understand?" Maitreya raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I realized that fame and fortune in the world are locked in people."

“Where is fame and fortune?”

"In my heart." Nianci raised his head slightly, his body as if he had recovered a little bit of vitality.

"Where is your heart?"

Nianci, who was originally going to recover from his anger, was in front of Maitreya? He suddenly hunched over again and fell into deep thought. Seeing this, Maitreya quickly closed his eyes slightly and said:

"All things are empty, but cause and effect are not empty."

"I have no intention." The anger returned to normal, and the dirt on the skin fell down. After falling all over the floor, Nianci turned into a middle-aged man with dark skin with a thin face and a pair of eyes that were very bright.

Yixin outside the door watched Nianci return to his human form, and couldn't help but show his joy, lowering his head and chanting Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, fame and fortune are just passing by, and in the end it will be a waste of time. So how can we lock people up?" Maitreya saw that Nianci had completely returned to normal, and his hands were combined with a small ritual.

"I've received the teachings." Nian Ci returned the favor.

"I dare not, Master Nianci has now completed the merits of Kerm. I don't know what the duel should be in the twelve days later?" Maitreya politely refused and asked about the duel situation in the twelve days.

"I'm afraid I can't continue to fight." Nian Ci closed her eyes slightly and shook her head.

"Why is this?" Maitreya was a little surprised.

Recovering from the state of dry Zen, Nianci thanked Maitreya for helping Zen. When talking about the duel in twelve days, he only said that he would fight. As for the reason, he shook his head and said nothing. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Yixin outside the door:

"Yixin, come in."

With Nianci's call, the monk Yixin outside the door walked in, like a junior child, walked into the dusty house, and knelt down to Nianci and said, "Great-Grandfather".

But Maitreya was no longer surprised by being next to him. Fusang Buddhism could not resist marriage, and the temple was a family heirloom, which was also an agreement.

"I have suddenly realized the silence. Now I ask you, do you want to follow me?" Nianci asked directly.

"Where are great-grandfather going?" Yi Xin was a little surprised. Will great-grandfather leave after he finished practicing meditation? Will he not carry forward this temple?

"Go to heaven."

"What should I do in the sky, Keshou Fuyuan?" asked without hesitation.

"Forget it, you can't leave either. It's a disaster, not a blessing, I force you to take you there. What else do you have to ask?" Seeing that Nianci was obsessed with common things and knew that he couldn't take him away today, he asked if there was anything to ask.

"Great-grandfather wants..." Yixin can get some premonition.

"I want to go to heaven to practice the Arhat path and go straight to Nirvana. Now that I am about to leave, do you have anything to ask me?" Nianci was full of energy and his divine appearance was calm.

Although Yixin had speculation, he couldn't help but be shocked after receiving the evidence of Nian Ci. Starting from his grandfather, three generations of them guarded this grandfather. Unexpectedly, the first thing that the other party had done after he finished his Karzen was to leave this world.

"Please teach me the sword technique of Amiliu." After thinking about many things, I finally kowtowed and asked.

"Sword technique? Come here." Nian Ci's eyebrows moved slightly, summoned Yixin to his face, stretched out his right hand, and tapped his forehead with his index finger. The middle-aged monk was stunned, until Nian Ci made a sound reminder:

"Let's go back when it's over!"

Yixin came to his senses and quickly stepped back when he heard this. Nianci had nothing to say. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the broken wooden house. His body ignited a transparent flame. His muscles and skin melted and contracted in the flames, and finally melted into a ball of bright light. The light suddenly soared into the sky and disappeared through the roof, leaving only a crystal clear relics in the dirt and dust.

So who am I, where am I, what did I do? Maitreya sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the relics left on the ground, and couldn't help but roll his eyes up, a little boring. The monk agreed to host the duel for someone! He left just now, oh, there was someone in the field.

By the way, my great-grandfather agreed to host the duel for the Wangufangmen? Yixin saw the relics and his eyes lit up slightly. He stepped forward and put them away, but then he remembered this and couldn't help but look at Maitreya next to him.

"After the matter, I will take my leave." Maitreya and Monk Yixin's eyes nodded at him, preparing to leave, but did not want to be kept.

"Please wait. Master Komi said before, you are here to see the duel, but the duel between Hachiyo and the inoginous monster Sesshomaru of the Wangufang clan?" After Yixin left Maitreya, he quickly asked for a question. He remembered that the abbot of the Jingminyuan Temple said that he was here to watch the duel, and he came before Izumofang.

"That's right, I'm a friend of Sesshomaru, so I'm here to watch the game." Maitreya nodded.

"...So that's it..." Yi Xin opened his mouth. After a while, he felt a little bored. The relics in his arms were not so comfortable. What should I do if I promised the Wan Gufangs?

"Master Yixin is worried about presiding the duel?" Maitreya could see the key point, Yixin is worried about the duel.

"That's right! I wonder if Master Zimi can see the teachings?" Yi Xin asked as he followed the words. This man was just doing Zen with his great-grandfather, so he should have a way to teach himself!

"Mr. Zu Nianci said that the duel cannot be fought, and I am afraid that it will not be fought. We should adapt to the situation. If we really want a duel, you might as well take the presidency." Maitreya suggested.

"But my mana is limited." Yixin hesitated a little.

"Although Master Yixin's magic power is limited, it should not be a problem to have the relics left by Lord Nianci."

"Well, it's true." Yixin heard Maitreya's words and couldn't help but nodded repeatedly. He felt that there was a three-point truth. Although his magic power was limited, it should not be a problem with the help of his great-grandfather's relics.

"Then that's it. Let's wait for the opportunity first. The companions who are here are still outside, so let's go back to live first." Maitreya smiled and said with a retreat.
Chapter completed!