Lanke Mountain is tall and majestic. Looking at it from afar, it is like the ridge of the sky.

But it is not just a mountain, but a mountain range, which stretches for countless temples.

The ancestral land of Zen Buddhism is Dachan Temple, but for thousands of years, it has the most incense, the most believers, the most temples, and the most monks is Lanke Temple.

At this moment, just before dawn, the night was dark, there was no moon, there were only stars, and the huge Lanke Mountains were like a giant beast with countless tentacles, mysterious and dangerous.

At the top of the mountain, there is an ancient temple, a big Buddha, and an old Bodhi tree.

In addition, there is an old monk and a little monk.

The old monk was wearing a gray robe and looked sad. The young monk was wearing a moon-white monk's robe. In the night wind, both of them were looking at the mountains.

"Thirty years ago, Xu Wenji wrote a letter to govern the country in all directions. The court was shocked. The peerless general, Zhang Xuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Palace, led his troops to come.

The great Zen Master Guangjue was defeated and almost transformed. He had to hand over the demon-subduing pestle and hand over all the fields, gold and silver, and tenant farmers..."

Looking down at the temples that were disrepaired or collapsed in the mountains, the old monk's face became more and more sad:

"In a flash, thirty years have passed, six or seven out of ten temples in Lanke Mountain are abandoned, and it is still decreasing year by year..."

Speaking of this, Hui'an sighed:

"You have been watching for a long time, but are there many temples in Lan Ke Mountain?"

"I haven't counted my disciples."

Su Ming clasped his hands together and answered calmly:

"But it should be no less than 1,300 rooms..."

Hui'an looked sideways:

"Then are you?"

"Look at people."

"Look at people?"

Hui'an was stunned and then looked down at the mountain.

In the night, there are countless black dots in the mountains and forests, heading towards the temples all over the mountains. As these black dots move, candles lit up in the temples.

"How beautiful are they just some pilgrims?"

Hui'an was a little surprised.

The pilgrimage is actually the believers at the foot of the mountain. Every day before dawn, they will travel back and forth to many temples in the mountains, carrying incense and candles and ingredients to replace the monks with candles, burning incense, carrying water, cooking, cleaning, and washing clothes...

But this has been a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years. It is like this every day, regardless of rain or shine, so that he did not expect that the "Buddhist son" he accepted was looking at these.

"There is no nearby mountains, no one below a thousand feet. An ordinary believer who has no martial arts skills and has to carry heavy responsibilities. He will be able to travel back and forth with quick legs and feet and recognize the way, probably one day and night..."

Su Ming said softly.

"I didn't pay attention to this."

Hui'an shook her head slightly, but said in a deep voice:

"Su Ming, you are now my Buddhist son of Lanke Temple. Reciting scriptures, rituals and Zen, preaching scriptures and martial arts is the right reason. I don't need to pay attention to some small matters."

As he said that, perhaps because he was afraid that he would think a lot, he added:

"These pilgrims are all my Buddhist believers. This is what they want and their livelihood. Don't think about it..."

"What the master said, I understand that these pilgrims make a living by this. If they lose this life, perhaps the whole family will lose their livelihood, just..."

Su Ming sighed:

"But I really can't figure out why the monks in the temple are full of energy and strong in body, but they have to do the small things such as lighting candles, burning incense, carrying water, cooking, cleaning, and washing clothes."

He left for six years from Qingzhou to Lanke Temple. In the past six years, he had seen officials illegally, met the strong Liang Jiedao, and saw someone selling himself to bury his father, and exposing his corpse in the wilderness.

This is a miserable world that he had never heard of or seen before leaving the city of Montenegro.

The more he left, the more confused he felt.

He originally thought that when he came to this Buddhist holy land, Lanke Temple would be able to solve his doubts, but what he saw and heard was completely different from what he thought.

The mountains of Lanke are tall and majestic. Among them, there are thousands of temples and magnificent temples, thousands of Buddha statues, or white stone carvings or clay sculptures, which are spectacular...

Tens of thousands of monks live on high mountains, chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, practicing Zen and martial arts, with great momentum, just like a holy land.

But in the mountains, at the foot of the mountain, there are hundreds of thousands or millions of people who work day and night, supplying them with flesh and blood, and have been named believers for generations, but actually serfs.

There were also great monks who enjoyed themselves freely, worshipped Buddha during the day and gave them to their children at night.

Under solemnity, there is actually dirt and filth...

"you……"

Hui'an heard the meaning of his words and wanted to scold him angrily, but when he thought about his current identity, his anger disappeared again and sighed:

"Practicing Zen and worshiping Buddha is a big deal. If you stick to small things and chores, your mind will inevitably be covered with dust. Moreover, believers are willing to get close to the Buddha land, so how can we stop you?"

"Amitabha."

Put your hands together and recite the Buddha's name. Su Ming did not comment.

"The Great Zen Master Guangjue ordered you to devote your efforts to the Buddhist son. Now, the Buddha will be imminent. Don't talk nonsense and make people taboo."

Maybe I felt that what I said was a bit heavy, Hui'an added:

"If you think this is inappropriate, after the Buddha's meeting, you can discuss it privately with the great Zen master. At this moment, be careful to keep your original heart and never be impulsive."

"Original heart..."

Su Ming murmured, ashamed surged on his face:

"You are right, disciples should keep their true hearts..."

"Um?!"

Hui Anben nodded and suddenly realized something was wrong:

"What are you going to do?!"

"Master, do you know that Galan is the Buddhist Dharma protector, but do you know what Galan protects?"

A faint golden light flowed out of Su Ming's body, soft but strong, pushing the old monk Hui'an out ten feet away. In the strong wind, the monk's clothes were rushing.

"Suming, don't make yourself wrong!"

Hui'an's expression changed rapidly.

He raised his energy and impacted him, but he could not help but sternly scold him.

"Galan is the god who protects Buddhism, and a selfless Bodhisattva..."

In the golden light that was tide like a tide, a trace of treasure on Su Ming's face was dispelled by glaring. He looked at the black mountain nest and the temple among the candlelight:

"Ask me, what should I do if there are evil demons that defile my Buddha land, destroy my Buddhist teachings, misinterpret the scriptures, steal the temples, and deceive believers..."

"Su Ming doesn't want it..."

Hui'an's eyes were so bloody that his voice became hoarse.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this disciple who had followed him for more than ten years had long become an existence that he could not even understand.

He felt very regretful, but he could not stop it at all, but could only watch the golden light rushing like a waterfall, turning into thunder and shouting, tearing the night out, echoing among the mountains:

"Subduing the Demon!"

"Subduing the Demon!"

"Subduing the Demon!"

...

...

Huh ~

When he opened his eyes, he was still in a seclusion wooden house. When he closed his eyes, the first thing that emerged was the vast sea of ​​stars. In the dark, he could sense the star that corresponded to him.

Just wait for yourself to wipe it carefully and polish it slowly to ignite it.

"Fate Map!"

After more than a year of searching, today, Yang Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but think of his old man.

The old man's extraordinary fortune made him puzzled.

He had six purple lives and did not have such amazing luck...

The thoughts moved and he began to think about the old man.

The old man was content with the status quo and was not very diligent in practicing martial arts, let alone the mysterious and mysterious immortal path. What he has done over the years seems to be creating a human...

etc!

"The old man's Taoist fruit is Yu Yin! Creating a man seems to fit his magical powers, and..."

Yang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Fire Dragon, Sun Essence Iron, Three Killing Sanren, and even the initial broken sword, this seems to be the old man's shadow?!"

This thought flashed through him, making him feel excited. He didn't know what he thought of, but he took out the picture of the Qingshui Cold Pond from the mustard seed space with his backhand.

His message was not responded, as if the end of the scroll was the Taiyi Sect really cut off its inheritance.

"Is it really cut off?"

A faint regret flashed in his heart, and Yang Yu's eyes swept away and he had found what he wanted.

From Xu Shengyang, Xu Ping's life to the last Gan Shanyue, their messages were mostly about being unspeakable emotional venting when they were out, but naturally some experience of practicing was indispensable.

What he found at this time was the conversation between Xu Shengyang and Lu Sheng.

[That monkey is so fierce. I still remember when I first met, I was just a ignorant and fierce little monkey. Unexpectedly, in just a short time, I had grown to such a level...]

[He acts violently and exaggeratedly, but this is precisely because he has no distractions in his mind, which is consistent with his own rank and proof of his supernatural powers. Those who practice the Tao at all times will naturally achieve the fruit of the Tao.

This is the essence of immortality, you don’t know it]

[After that being said, I am still envious. Like a monkey, the Three Altars of Sea Club, it is extremely dangerous along the way. You can speak and act in a short way. A year of practice may be better than you and me for a hundred years]

[Perform the way and get the result. Their original intention is like this, so they will never be detrimental to it. You and I have thousands of worries. Even if you force yourself to disguise and interpret, it is not the right way in the end]

【Can act for one day, but not every day…】

...

When he first saw this passage, Yang Yu couldn't understand it, but after getting the little experience left by many magical masters in the Life Map, he figured out some of the taste.

"The mind has no distractions, and it is in line with its own rank... to practice the way, to achieve the fruit... to interpret, to disguise..."

"Fit, fit..."

Chewing on the conversation between the two and comparing with the old man, Yang Yu came to an amazing conclusion.

"Words and deeds are in line with their own ranks, and supernatural powers are the true meaning of immortal cultivation?!"

Yu Yang didn't know whether this conclusion was correct, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. He just changed his mind, but couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Kuixing is the god who captures ghosts and subdues demons, but in the world, where are there ghosts and demons?

The only one he captured after Duan Qilong and others died was the soul, and the only one he had ever contacted with was related to the demon seemed to be Qi Gang...

"I have the skill of slaying dragons, but there are no dragons in the world?"

The excitement faded away, and Yang Yu put away the picture of the clear water and cold pond.

His mind was a little distracted. While taking out the black iron broad beans and swallowing them, he took out the black stones in the mustard space to absorb them and practice the Yuan Magnetic True Body Art.
Chapter completed!