The monk Kutuo clasped his hands together: "What the donor said is right. I really have no practical use in practicing meditation. It is just to blur one's desires, to cure one's body and mind to remove troubles and dust, and to cultivate one's wisdom and to understand every thought."

Shen Lang asked seriously: "Dare you ask me, what is wisdom?"

The monk Kutuo said calmly: "The wisdom root is a kind of Buddha nature born from birth. I am stupid in my qualifications and can only obtain wisdom root through the acquired practice of bitter Zen. The Zen path is transmitted through the heart, and cannot be said, without words, and aims to get rid of illusory appearances and achieve formlessness. This is exactly the way I pursue throughout my life."

Shen Lang clasped his hands together and bowed: "Listen to the master's words, I suddenly realized. It seems that everyone's mind has a different way of saying it, and I am stupid."

The monk Kutuo said with kindness: "Don't be too rude to himself. How about the donor's heart? "

Shen Lang said loudly: "Cultivating truth is the Tao. Those who go are cultivating, and those who are still live are the truth. The Tao in the hearts of the younger generation is to abandon distracting thoughts in the secular world, birth, old age, sickness and death, and even all negative emotions for themselves, as well as things that will hurt themselves. And leave all things and even strength to show their true self that transcends oneself, whether it is good or evil."

As soon as these words came out, a strange color suddenly appeared in Kutuo's turbid old eyes, and he praised: "Good, good, good, good, good, good, those who leave, those who survive are true! If it were not for the person with a heart of Tao, he would not have such a profound enlightenment. Although the donor does not have wisdom, he has a heart of Tao. I am deeply impressed!"

The monks around the square were in an uproar. Many monks came to Sanbao Temple to listen to Zen for several months. This was the first time that Saint Lord Kutuo praised someone like this.

Who is this kid?

Shen Xiu seemed to appreciate Shen Lang's answer, and put his hands together: "Amitabha."

The monk Kutuo said in a deep voice: "Dear donors, today's Zen lecture has ended. I will not publicly talk about Zen in the near future, so you don't have to come to Sanbao Temple again.

There was a commotion in the whole audience.

The Holy Lord Kutuo has been talking about Zen for several months, why did he suddenly stop talking about it?

But the monks dared not to follow the words of the monk Kutuo and began to end.

The monk Kutuo said to Shen Lang: "If it is convenient, please stay this donor and follow me to Hanju for a discussion."

"Wow!"

As soon as these words were said, the audience caused an uproar. All the monks' eyes gathered on Shen Lang, and all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred were envious.

I have long heard that Kutuo monk wants to select people with destiny through Zen teaching. Could it be that this kid is the one who is destined to be selected?

Just saying a few words, you become a destined person. This is too fake!

Shen Lang was stunned. He didn't think that a few words could make the Saint Lord Kutuo appreciate this. He didn't know what medicine the other party sold in the gourd?

He couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it. Shen Lang could see that this Saint Lord Kutuo was definitely not a treacherous person. He clasped his fists in a deep voice and said, "Master Cheng Meng respects me, and I'm disturbing me."

"Good, good, good."

The monk Kutuo nodded with kindness, and led Shen Lang to the sky and flew towards the west of Sanbao Temple.

Shenxiu and Kutuo Monk followed closely behind.

After a while, several people floated and landed on a forest and a wethouse on the back mountain of Sanbao Temple.

The thatched hut is made of woven straw branches and piled up. It is extremely simple and can be described as shabby.

"Don't make a joke about the cold residence." Ku Tuo Monk bent down and bowed.

"Master is indifferent." Shen Lang also respectfully clasped his fists.

"please."

The monk Kutuo asked Shen Lang to enter the thatched hut first, and then instructed the two disciples behind him: "Yuncle, stay outside the door. Shenxiu, come in."

"Yes, Master." Shen Xiu responded and followed Shen Lang and Ku Tuo Monk into the thatched hut.

The layout of the thatched cottage is extremely simple, with only a straw mat in the center, and there are not even tables and chairs.

The two sat on the straw mat, and Shen Xiu waited behind Kutuo Monk.

Kutuo Monk raised his old eyes slightly and smiled lightly, "Is the donor's name Shen Lang?"

Shen Lang felt shocked and his face was full of shock. He believed that he had not exposed his identity and had never seen the Kutu monk before. It was incredible that this Kutu monk could recognize him.

"What?"

Shenxiu was shocked.

"The master's eyes are as sharp as a torch."

Shen Lang knew that he could not hide it anymore, so he removed the magical power of the Demon Butterfly Transformation and returned to his original appearance.

"Brother Shen Lang, it's you!"

Shen Xiu took a step forward with a very excited expression. At first, he thought that what his master was talking about was a person with the same sex and name as Shen Lang, but he didn't expect that he was really his eldest brother.

"Brother Shen Xiuyi, long time no see."

Shen Lang was quite embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "It's not that the eldest brother doesn't recognize you, but the eldest brother is a little bit indescribable. He had to hide his eyes and hear me just now. I hope your brother won't take it to heart."

Shenxiu clasped her hands together and said, "Shenxiu knows, brother doesn't need to feel guilty."

Shen Lang nodded and couldn't help but ask at Kutuo Monk: "Dare you ask why the master knows my name?"

"When Daoling from Cunshan came to Sanbao Temple in person, he told me that Mr. Shen would come to my Sanbao Temple one day. Now it seems that Daoling's true words are not bad at all." Kutuo monk said with a faint smile.

"What, Zhang Daoling has been to Sanbao Temple!"

Shen Lang was startled and asked quickly: "Can Senior Kutuo tell me when Zhang Daoling came?"

The monk Kutuo said in a deep voice: "It was probably more than 20 years ago. Daoling Zhenren not only came to me, but also went to Tianxue Palace, Chifeng Pagoda, Tianxu Temple, and even went to Buzhou Mountain Dragon Tomb."

Shen Lang's face froze and continued to ask, "Can Senior Ku Tuo tell me why Zhang Daoling went to so many places and what he intended?"

The monk Kutuo said with kindness: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. The real person of Daoling came to my Sanbao Temple just to convey a message. He said that five thousand years later, the ancient spiritual world will encounter a great disaster. Let us prepare in advance to welcome the disaster."

"In addition, Master Daoling mentioned you. He said that Mr. Shen had a fate with me, Sanbao Temple, and he would come to Sanbao Temple in the future to make a good relationship."

"this……"

Shen Lang was sweating on his forehead. He didn't expect that Zhang Daoling would calculate in advance that he would come to Sanbao Temple? This was really chilling!

But after thinking about it, Zhang Daoling should have known the disadvantages of his blood spirit immortal body. Perhaps it is not difficult to expect that he would come back to Sanbao Temple one day to seek Buddhist mental methods and relieve physical hidden dangers.

Kutuo monk said seriously: "I have practiced the 'Buddhist Dharma Eye', and I can see the breath released by the blood spirit immortal body of Master Shen, so I can recognize Master Shen. The blood vessels in Master Shen's body are very disordered, but I want to come to my Sanbao Temple to seek a way to relieve it?"
Chapter completed!