There is a temple with a prosperous incense on Jingu Mountain, but that happened hundreds of years ago. The Jinding Temple with a prosperous incense has turned into a ruined wall. The traces of the burning fire in the past have long been covered by moss vegetation.

Looking around, if you had not lived for hundreds of years and were familiar with every grass and tree in Jinding Temple, it would be difficult to find the ruins of Jinding Temple.

A skinny monk has been sitting cross-legged in the ruins of Jinding Temple for nearly half a year.

The skinny monk had stiff skin, and did not look like a living person. He shone with gold all over his body, like a golden Buddha statue. He didn't look like a real person. He looked like a clay sculpture of a temple that looked more like a human.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

He had no way back since the first part was wrong.

The only thing he could do was kill Master Furong.

However, ghosts and gods cannot kill ghosts and gods. Even though he tried his best, made great efforts, and had to attack him in a hurry, in the end, he could only trap the two incarnations of the Furong Lord through the special domain formed by the eighteen ring marks at the cost of the two incarnations.

Kill a thousand enemies, and lose one thousand of yourself.

Both were defeated. His last incarnation, the Confucian incarnation of Furong Lord, were still sound.

The three incarnations of ghosts and gods in the clan are one and are connected by themselves. Therefore, what he did is actually not very effective. The two incarnations of Lord Furong will not die in that special domain and will appear again after hundreds or thousands of years.

The only effect is probably to make him feel much more comfortable.

This breath has been insuffering for hundreds of years.

Slowly stretched out his hand, he took out the wooden fish he had treasured for many years and tapped it gently. This was a wooden fish from hundreds of years ago. It was made of good materials and carefully maintained, and it has survived to this day. However, this wooden fish has also reached the verge of decay, so he must knock it very lightly.

As the sound of wooden fish spread, he slowly closed his eyes and then recited the scriptures.

He has not recited scriptures for too many years, and even though he has never forgotten it, he still doesn't know how to recite it at this time. The first time he recited the scriptures, and the second time he still did. It was not until the third time he recited the scriptures, but it gradually became smoother. The fourth time and fifth time, this scripture was finally finished quickly and quickly.

If he had recited scriptures like this back then, he would not only be scolded by his master, but also go hungry. If he left the temple, he would be very likely to starve to death.

No one would give a monk who could not recite scriptures for food.

But now, no one will scold him, and no one dares to scold him.

As for hunger...

He hadn't eaten for a long time, but he didn't feel hungry.

He has been standing at the top of the pyramid of this world for too long, and he feels like a stone without emotions.

Slowly knocking on the wooden fish, the skinny monk recited the scriptures, over and over again, from the rise of the sun to the setting of the west mountain, and then to the rise of the next day, and the sun set of the west mountain. In this way, until the sun rises on the fourth day, a person appeared on the mountain, who looked like a young man. Judging from the dress of the boy, he seemed to be a young man who ran away from home.

The young man was wearing brocade, but because he ran in the woods, he was not only dirty, but also broken into many places. When he saw the skinny monk, he ran over out of curiosity and shouted, "Hey, monk, what are you doing here?"

After stopping chanting the scriptures, the skinny monk looked at the young master and suddenly spoke out: "I have a story. Do you want to hear it? After listening to it, I have a big meal."

Because he ran away from home overnight, the young master was already hungry. When he heard the skinny monk say this, the young master nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay, monk, please finish your talk quickly. I am already hungry. If I eat happily, I will reward you with a large sum of silver later and give it to you for the temple."

The skinny monk seemed to have not heard the young master's words and said to himself: "How many kinds do you think are there in this monk?"

This was asked by this young master, but the thin monk did not expect the young master to answer. After the question was finished, he began to answer: "There are five kinds of monks. The first is to clear the five consciousnesses that hinder the understanding of the mind and nature of the five consciousnesses that hinder the understanding of the mind and nature, and not be polluted by the six dusts of voice, color, fragrance, taste, touch, and Dharma. Such monks are called monks, and only such monks are worthy of calling monks."

"This second type is that even though you practice meditation and preach Buddhism, such monks cannot achieve the purity of the six senses, so they are just like this, and they are not called monks."

"The third type is those monks who travel around the world. What I think every day is what I eat today, where I live to beg for alms, and where I live. After a long time, I am clever, but I can't tell the truth. Such monks are a collision."

"The fourth type refers to those who ring bells and drums, recite scriptures and mantras, and do Buddhist rituals in the temple, but do not understand Buddhism. Such monks are called "Singing with others."

"This last type is a monk who is like a dog and pursues beautiful women like a fly. He Zui."

After hearing what the Skinny Monk said, his eyes lit up. This was something he had never heard before. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Monk, you said it well, my teacher, if you have the monk, you will not worry about not understanding the teachings of those Taoists. Monk, do you understand the Four Books and Five Classics? Why don't you come to my home to teach me to study? I will definitely not treat you badly."

The Skinny Monk ignored the young master, and he continued, "Once upon a time, there was a monk named Jin Monk. The father of Monk Jin was a scoundrel. For a few big money, he sold Monk Jin to an old monk in the temple. Monk Jin was naughty since he was a child and refused to recite scriptures and meditate, and worked for the temple like a long-time worker. After that, the old monk died. The old monk saved some silver during his lifetime. Monk Jin stole the silver, then escaped from the temple and started a small business."

"Monkey Jin is good at engaging in battles and speculation. He quickly made great profits. Monk Jin became rich and bought a large number of land and houses in one place."

"Monkey Jin doesn't eat alone when he has money, and treats other monks kindly. Anyone who is willing to surrender to him and worships his disciples will be included in the disciples. Therefore, there are hundreds of monks who rely on Monk Jin for their meals."

"There are a lot of fertile land around Monk Jin's land and houses, which were bought by Monk Jin. There are many houses nearby, some for monks who defect to Monk Jin, and some for tenants who farm for Monk Jin. Monk Jin has an extremely pompous appearance and has many servants who have raised under him. Whenever he shouts, dozens of people below agree loudly like thunder."
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