Dong

Dong...

The bell is thick and powerful, bright and long, echoing before the mountains for a long time. Soaked in this morning bell, pilgrims are in groups of worries, sad or smiling, coming and going on the bluestone slabs in the mountains. The nearby village gathers mountain people at the foot of the mountain, stopping to rest at the pavilion on the side of the mountain, setting up stalls, putting incense, candles, and paper money.

Monk Fajing took eight children through the bustling and noisy foothills, and the pilgrims passing by made a move one after another. Not only because of the identity of the monk, but also because of the body shape of Fajing, no one was willing to come to the face.

"Master, how did those Buddhas carve it?"

Walking through the iron chain of the mountain stream, the boy with two eyes pointed to the cliff under the temple opposite. There were countless holes on the cliff. In the cave, the stone statues of Buddha could be seen. Some were old and had blurred faces. They climbed onto moss, and some seemed to be newly carved, with clear facial features.

"Of course, you can be skilled and skilled down the cliff and carve it."

Walking past the iron chain bridge, the fat monk reached out and pressed the shaking iron chain, allowing the timid children in the middle to come quickly, and then continued to go to the temple ahead.

The clouds and smoke curled up in the Buddhist temple. When we stepped into the temple gate, the flames of the huge cauldron rose, and countless ashes floated around. The monk who knew that he saw the fat monk, came forward to see the salute.

"I have met Senior Brother Fajing."

"No, it's so polite. My master, can you come out of seclusion?"

"not yet."

After hearing this, Fajing nodded, took the eight children behind him around the cauldron, separated from the Maitreya Hall, which had more pilgrims, and turned to the inner courtyard of the temple.

"That was the place where the bell rang just now?"

Among the children, there was also a brave boy pointing at the bell tower and saying, "Fa Jing just smiled and refused to deny it. He walked into the back of the main hall, where monks lived on weekdays, and monks who came and went saluted him one by one.

Wait until the Dharma is clear and gather together to discuss in a low voice.

"That's Brother Fajing, who is practicing in Lisi? He has such a huge body, can he eat a lot, right?"

"I heard... it is not easy to chant the scriptures... but it has a lot of Buddha nature."

"...I would have been able to leave the temple to practice. Haha... Then you must have the cultivation level of your senior brother."

Fajing didn't care about the low-pitched discussion behind him. From time to time, he greeted several curious children beside him who were looking around. Just as he was about to go to the place where his master was in seclusion, a Buddha's name came from a meditation room next to him.

"All Buddhas are as alive as heaven and Guanyin..."

Like the spring breeze blowing, sweeping away the dust on the eight young men, Fajing bowed to the meditation room with his vertical seal.

"Fa Jing has seen Master Zhenkong."

Squeak...

The Zen Sect opened silently, and under the huge word "Buddha", a old monk with white beards and eyebrows sat cross-legged on the cushion, his ears trembled slightly, then he stood up, walked out on the monk's shoes, and bowed together.

"Fa Jing, where did you get the evil aura from?"

"Demonic energy?"

Fajing raised his head and was stunned for a moment, looked at his left and right shoulders and chest, and even though Fayan opened his eyes, he did not see any evil spirit.

I thought to myself that Master Master is profound in Buddhism. He said there is, then there must be.

Immediately, shake your big head.

"Dharma is pure and does not know."

The old monk reached out to touch the robe of the Dharma Jing monk, then took it back, said the Buddha's name, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while before speaking.

"You go."

"Yes, Master."

The fat monk took the children away, and the Zen temple became quiet. Soon, the old monk Zhenkong opened his eyes, and his eyes were no longer turbid. He turned around and walked into the Zen room, took the nine-ring tin staff in the corner, a monk's robe, walked out of the temple, walked through the iron chain of the mountain stream, passed through the bustling pilgrims, and walked to the foot of the mountain.

Bathing in the sunshine, the bells came from the mountain temple behind him.

"Zi Xing Taoist, long time no see."

He looked at the road far away and said softly.

...

"yawn"

In the compartment, the awake Toad Taoist pushed open the small door and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Who is scolding me behind my back..."

"Master, are you awake?"

The sun shone into a bamboo forest and fell on the back of the crawling donkey. Lu Liangsheng broke a dead branch and threw it into the fire, stirring the boiling rice porridge in the pot.

"The meal is almost done, but there are no frogs."

"snort."

When the frog was mentioned, the Toad Taoist turned his head with a snorted sound, but later he walked to the fire and sat down, spread out the map's small axis, and the round-headed frog webbed pointed it on it, gestured:

"Our master and disciple are now near Yingshi Mountain, and the Fire Prayer Sect is in the mountains. The Holy Fire Master mentioned by the dead ghost should be the one who steals the magic weapon and the classics."

Not far away, Hong Lian picked a few mushrooms and squatted aside with her knees in her arms, looking at the name of the mountain above.

"What about Master Toad? That person is called Holy Fire Mingzun. He seems to be very powerful. Can he beat him?"

snort!

The Toad Taoist slapped the map as if he was angry, walking away with the frog webbing, looking at the swaying bamboo leaves.

"But a shameless person, Ming Zun... I was so majestic back then. Several sects besieged me, and Liangsheng knew that, but he didn't even see me giving such a loud name when he started that scene! He stole my husband's things and even gave me such a name, and he was the one who was the mother!"

Puff...

The small pot was boiling and the rice porridge was boiling. Lu Liangsheng scooped a small bowl of porridge and blew the heat, and smiled and said, "Master, didn't you say there were dozens of sects last time?"

"Hmm?!" The toad turned his face.

Lu Liangsheng smiled and handed over the porridge bowl, then took another pair of small chopsticks.

"Okay, I remember it wrong. Come and have a meal with Master. This is the millet brought out from home. There are still some red beans left. I cooked them together. It is very fragrant."

The toad looked into the mouth of the bowl and smelled the fragrance. Then he took the bowl and sat down.

"Didn't the seasonings brought to the teacher?"

As he said that, he digged a bite and smacked his lips: "Put some more beans, it will be more fragrant than this. Forget it, I will cook it next time. I am an expert in food, you know."

Hong Lian rolled her eyes, scooped a bowl, and sucked it away gently.

Each person and a toad were squatting around the map with a bowl. After breakfast, the Toad Taoist used the magic search technique and found a place where more than a dozen cultivators gathered. It was at least fifty miles away from the bamboo forest here, but Lu Liangsheng could be sure that it was the residence of the Fire Prayer Sect.

"There is a cultivator in the Golden Pill Realm, but there is no higher level of cultivation?"

Taoist Toad was also confused, rubbed his chin and walked back and forth on the ground: "Maybe that Mingzun has left if he has something to do."

"But a cultivator in the Golden Pill Realm..."

Lu Liangsheng frowned, pondered for a while, looked at his master, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, why don't you put that monk."

"I can't beat it, but I can't beat it." The Toad Taoist hugged the double webbing and turned his face neatly, "I haven't recovered from my injuries. I can't use my magic power indiscriminately, otherwise I will never think of reshaping my human body in this life."

Lu Liangsheng stared at the map and frowned even more. It was not because of the master's words, but because of a possibility.

...I don't know if it can be used.

"Steer" discusses: attacking the enemy's concerns and attacking the enemy's defense.

"Master, the Japanese side's body was split and died, and even touched the ban. I'm afraid that the Holy Fire Master must be on guard..."

While talking, the mountain breeze blew across the bamboo forest and went to another foothill outside the mountain. The green fields were lush and covered by pine branches. There were stele steles with stone pillars and stone eaves. The steps paved with blue rock slabs were straight up, like a temple-like lacquered red gate, and there was no plaque with the name here.

Inside the white walls and green tiles, there are rockery and water pavilions and pavilions, and the lower pavilions are arranged in a staggered manner. In the middle of the three-story and four-corner loft, several people sit in order. On the first side, a figure with golden patterned Taoist robe and cloud patterned boots is holding a teacup and blowing off the tea tips.

"Mingzun sent a message that Fang Qingde and others who were stationed in Chang'an were killed. Let us be careful and take care of what this party is preparing to give to Wusezhuang."

There is a voice below that echoes:

"...Ming Zun is probably coming to Nanchen now, so we must be careful. Humph, even if that person comes here, it's okay. We already know the news and ambush him once, and caught him off guard."

"Good idea!"

....

Far away on the other side of the foothills, the bamboo forest sways gently in the wind.

"When Fang Qingde dies, the other party will definitely be prepared."

With the rustling sound of bamboo leaves, Lu Liangsheng picked up the map and bounced his fingertips on it, looking at the toad Taoist who came to see.

"Master... Then let's catch them off guard and take your stuff back while the chaos."

Hmm...

The Toad Taoist carries the frog webbing, thinks for a while, and focuses on it.

"Good idea!"

Humph yeah ~

The old donkey crawling on the bamboo leaves chewed the tender bamboo shoots and turned the donkey's head and screamed a few times, as if he thought this idea was good.
Chapter completed!