The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and all sounds are silent.

A block east of Jianghai University seems deserted, and there are no pedestrians and vehicles coming and going under such night.

The light from the dim street lights on both sides of the street surface covered the floor, but it also reflected a person's figure on the road surface.

This is actually a monk, wearing a blue robe, with a treasure-like appearance, but his eyebrows are gray and white, and he is obviously over 60 years old.

The monk in green walked alone, his hands folded together, like an ascetic monk, with a solemn expression but also a kind of compassionate spirit, which was quite as powerful as a monk.

"Monkey Ku, since he is here, why do you have to leave?"

At this time, a slow sound came from behind the monk in green. Then, Old Man Ye, holding a dry tobacco pole in one hand, appeared beside the monk in green.

The monk in green immediately stopped and faced Old Man Ye, folded his hands together, bent down and said, "Come on the way, go, go, there is no cause and effect. Kuzhu has seen his uncle."

Old Man Ye quickly waved his hand and said, "No, I am about the same age as you. You bald donkey, you want to call me old, right? You all say that monks don't lie, why do I feel that you are a little bitchy?"

The monk in blue was unmoved. He folded his hands together and continued, "The uncle of the little master was the only disciple of the little master when he was alive. In terms of seniority, Kuzhu should call him "The uncle of the little master."

"Put your trick, I have nothing to do with you Kuchan Temple." Old Man Ye waved his hand and continued, "My master has no connection with Kuchan Temple since he left Kuchan Temple. Master has entered the world and returned to secular worldly affairs, and in his words, he is a new life."

"The little master is very wise, and he is very grateful for the bitter and sudden meditation. The bitter bamboo is longing for it." The monk in green said with a solemn expression.

Old man Ye sneered and said, "I said to Mr. Ku, what kind of Zen can you realize when you crouch in that temple all day long and accompany the green lamp? Back then, my master left Ku Chan Temple and came to the world. He saw the sufferings of the world, and realized that people in the world, regardless of height, low, poor, and rich, they all have their own sea of ​​suffering. Only then did he realize what 'trick Zen' is. The body was tempered in the world, and finally he was happy to end the suffering and cultivated into the Great Vajra realm. This time you came to me for the sake of this Great Vajra realm, right?"

The monk in green clad his hands together and said sincerely: "I hope my uncle will be successful."

Old Man Ye looked into the distance in the night and said slowly: "At that time, the master just took me in, and did not admit that I was his disciple, nor did he let me inherit his Zen mantle. He said that my six senses were not pure and were not suitable for me to suddenly meditate and realize the Buddha. Therefore, I just let me practice the method of tempering the Great Vajra body. As for the sudden enlightenment of the Great Vajra realm, I didn't know at all. Perhaps, with his passing, the secret of the Great Vajra realm also disappeared from the world. However, he pointed out a path."

"Please let me tell you clearly," the monk in green said quickly.

"He said, only by letting go of the Buddha in his heart can you see the true Buddha in his heart." Old man Ye spoke, staring at the monk in green with his turbid old eyes.

The monk in blue shook his face and seemed to have some insight in his eyes.

Letting go of the Buddha in your heart is simple to say, but how difficult it is to do?

The monk in blue has been pursuing Zen for many years, and many Buddhist scriptures have already formed corresponding Buddhist principles in his heart, which is equivalent to a Buddha who always sits in his heart.

If you let go of the Buddha in your heart, it is equivalent to giving up all your previous learning and enlightenment and starting from scratch. How great perseverance and concentration is needed to do so?

The monk in green sighed in his heart. Not everyone is as amazing as the little master. In fact, there is not necessarily a character like the little master in Kuchan Temple for a hundred years.

At this time, Old Man Ye suddenly glanced at the side and said, "I've come here, why don't you show up?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a graceful figure with a charming charm in the corner of the neighborhood. She was wearing purple clothes, outlining the still sexy curves. She was tied with a phoenix hairpin, and a jade face was extremely beautiful and cold, but the temples were already a little white.

Beauty grows faster, and youth passes faster.

This woman in purple and old man Ye and the monk in blue should be of the same age, but she still exudes a noble and beautiful temperament. It is conceivable how amazing she was when she was young.

The woman in purple walked slowly forward, and she had a momentum that could intimidate all living beings so that people could not help but worship him.

Seeing this woman in purple, the monk in blue moved his face slightly, his hands folded, and said, "It turns out that the phoenix lord is here in person."

The woman in purple also looked respectful and said, "I have met Master Kuzhu."

The monk in green continued, "My uncle, Kuzhu still has important things to do, so he won't stay for a long time, so he will leave."

As he said that, the monk in green took steps and in three or two steps, his figure had disappeared at the end of the street covered by the vast night.

"Huh? Before I knew it, I had no wine in this wine pot... No, I want to find a wine pot." Old man Ye said to himself, turning around and trying to slip away.

The woman in purple moved her figure, but she intercepted her in front of him like lightning, and said with some annoyance: "My surname is Ye, am I just disliked by you? I just wanted to leave without saying a word?"

Old Man Ye squinted his old eyes and looked at the purple-clothed woman in front of him. After a while, he pretended to be dazed and said, "Oh, it turns out to be Miss Ziyi. Speaking of which, you haven't seen each other for twenty or thirty years. You are still the same as before. Unlike me, you are now like an old man."

"So you want to run away when you see me? Do you think you are so old-fashioned now that you are so shameless? But I won't dislike you." The woman in purple said gritting her teeth.

Old Man Ye smiled bitterly and said, "You are the Holy Lord of the Purple Phoenix Holy Land now. What is my bad old man? I used to think I was not worthy of you, and now I am not worthy of you."

A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the woman in purple-clothed woman who is the Holy Lord of the Purple Phoenix Holy Land. She said, "Can you still not forget her?"

Old Man Ye fell silent in a rare manner, took two puffs of cigarettes, and then said, "She has always been in her heart, how could she say she forgot?"

"I understand. It is rumored that you appeared in Jianghai City in the ancient martial arts world, so I'm here to see..." The Purple-clothed Phoenix Master said.

"What's there to see here? I can't accept my old age. I'm no longer the handsome, unrestrained and unruly young man who was in the ancient martial arts world back then." Old Man Ye sighed and continued, "Now there is one front teeth missing. I don't dare to laugh when I see you, for fear of embarrassing people. So it's better to let me keep the impression of handsome, divine martial arts when I was young in your heart."

"Puchi--"

The phoenix master covered his mouth and smiled, glared at Old Man Ye, and said, "I am so old, I am still disrespectful and unruly. This time, with you appearing, many old guys in the ancient martial arts world have come out of seclusion, and many old guys have been holding their breath over the years."

Old Man Ye sneered and said, "I have never beaten them back then. If they come to the door with itchy skin, I don't mind beating them again."

"Your temper is still the same as before. Let me see what level of martial arts cultivation has reached in the past few decades." The Phoenix Lord spoke, and her thoughts moved. After capturing the fluctuations of Old Man Ye's own breath, her face suddenly changed, and she blurted out, "No, your martial arts realm..."
Chapter completed!