The strongest collapse system

Chapter 349
Hearing that an eminent monk has done such a great thing, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help being awed, and his face became serious: "There is such a great senior, what is his Dharma name?"

Faxiang glanced at him, then glanced at Wang Fan out of the corner of his eye, was unexpectedly silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "That master uncle is named Puzhi."

Zhang Xiaofan's body stiffened for a moment, his face changed, expressions of gratitude and resentment alternated constantly, extremely complicated.

But Wang Fan's expression did not change at all.

Seeing the different expressions of the two, Minister Fa frowned slightly, then let go, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, Uncle Puzhi and the abbot are still waiting for us!"

Zhang Xiaofan followed Faxiang's footsteps stupidly, but the originally fairly easy steps became much heavier now.

But Wang Fan on the side is still strolling in the courtyard.

The opening of Tianyin Temple's mountain gate was not for their own sake, because they did not need incense money to maintain their daily expenses. After opening the mountain gate, it really helped many people.

The people in the surrounding hundreds of miles have benefited a lot.

But Wang Fan couldn't feel admiration in his heart.

It is true that it is beneficial for the common people to worship the Buddha and practice their own minds, but more common people encounter difficulties in their lives and come to Tianyin Temple for help.

Relying on the eminent monks of Tianyin Temple whenever there is difficulty will increase people's inertia.

The balance in the middle is very difficult to grasp.

But helping the people is better than not helping, and Wang Fan doesn't think there is anything wrong with them taking some incense money.

But there is no such thing as admiration.

After passing the Daxiong Palace, there is a series of temples and palaces, which are tall, majestic and magnificent.

But Faxiang did not stay in these gorgeous and exquisite buildings, but walked along the stone steps towards the back of Mount Sumeru.

After passing these buildings, the three walked on a small mountain road.

"Aren't Master Puhong and Master Puzhi in the temple?" Zhang Xiaofan frowned slightly and asked with some confusion.

He secretly clenched the fire stick in his hand.

Unaware of the dharma similarity, he smiled lightly and said: "Yes, although today's Yin Temple is open to the world, it is an act of immeasurable merit, but monks need to be clean after all, so several masters and uncles moved out and lived in the small temple on the top of the mountain. Inside. That small temple, we also call it Little Tianyin Temple."

Zhang Xiaofan was silent again.

After walking for another half an hour, a small temple appeared in front.

From the outside, the Little Tianyin Temple is indeed a small character. It can only enter and exit the courtyard three times. It is far from the magnificent Tianyin Temple on the middle of the mountain, but it is far away from the secular world. Bamboo is densely formed into a forest, and the mountain wind blows, loosens the bamboo and shakes, the indescribable tranquility and elegance, compared with the hustle and bustle at the foot of the mountain, it is another taste.

Wang Fan was slightly taken aback, showing a thoughtful look.

Perhaps some of the monks in Tianyin Temple are black sheep, but the four ordinary monks do have their merits.

At least they don't sell fairy ashes like monks in other temples.

The three walked into the small temple, turned two turns to the right, and walked into the back hall, where there were three pure meditation rooms.Faxiang walked up to the door of the meditation room in the middle, and said loudly: "Master, Master Uncle, the two benefactors have come."

"Two benefactors, please come in." An old but kind voice sounded from the meditation room.

Faxiang stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated for a moment.

He looked at Wang Fan, and was about to say something, but saw Wang Fan stepping into the meditation room without hesitation, as if he didn't consider the danger in the middle.

Seeing Wang Fan enter, Zhang Xiaofan sighed silently, and then followed him in.

Walking into the meditation room, Zhang Xiaofan glanced around.

The Zen room is unpretentious, but today the world's most righteous leader, Abbot Pu Hong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple, is sitting cross-legged on the Zen bed, holding a string of beads in his hand, looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

But next to Master Pu Hong was a haggard old monk, his whole body was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, like an old man in his dying years, who would stop breathing in the next moment.

This person is the original monk Puzhi!
Zhang Xiaofan felt a little heat in his eye sockets.

His throat rolled, but he suddenly slipped and choked.

"Why are you like this?" Wang Fan frowned.

As soon as Wang Fan entered the meditation room, he found that Puzhi's state was extremely abnormal.

In 15 years, it should not be possible for an eminent monk who is concentrating on Dafan Prajna to age like this.

Wang Fan sensed it carefully and immediately discovered the truth.

At this moment, Puzhi's body doesn't even have any real energy.

And the ferocious aura that had been faintly entrenched in his body was completely gone.

"I used to rely on the little benefactor's heart formula to suppress the inner demons, but later the anger became more and more intense, and finally I couldn't suppress it. I can only ask a few senior brothers to take action together to dissolve the evil energy in the body." Pu Zhi's old face showed With a smile, wrinkles piled up.

Obviously, Puzhi paid a huge price.

How could it be so easy to dispel the hostility, the hostility has been rooted in Puzhi's body, almost connected with his true energy, flesh and mind, and it is difficult to get rid of it.

Now that these evil spirits are eliminated, the Dafan Prajna cultivation base of Puzhi is also in vain.

Puzhi's current state is understandable after losing his life-cultivating true essence.

"Is that so..." Wang Fan nodded, noncommittal, and said instead, "I'm here today for the wordless jade wall."

Zhang Xiaofan was startled suddenly.

Yubi without words!

Zhang Xiaofan is no longer the ignorant farm boy back then, with his current knowledge, he naturally knows what the wordless jade wall represents.

It is almost equivalent to the meaning of Zhuxian Sword to Qingyunmen.

Now Wang Fan is actually directly proclaiming that he is coming from the wordless jade wall, which is almost equivalent to declaring war.

Cold sweat oozes from Zhang Xiaofan's hands.

But to his surprise, after hearing Wang Fan's words, Pu Hong and Pu Zhi didn't look angry at all, but fell silent.

As if it had been expected.

After being silent for a moment, Puhong joined his hands together and said, "Since it is the evil cause planted by our Tianyin Temple, then our temple should bear it."

Zhang Xiaofan was shocked, startled.

The meaning of these words is full of compromise.

"In that case, it's not too late, let's go now." Wang Fan said lightly.

Monk Puhong nodded slightly and did not raise any objections.

……

After walking the mountain road for half an hour, you can see emerald peaks and ridges, and the mountain wind blows slowly. Along the way, there may be strange rocks and sudden appearances, or there may be cliffs and waterfalls falling from the sky, roaring like a jade belt.

Unconsciously open-minded.

"It's just ahead." said Fa Xiang, who led the way.

Zhang Xiaofan looked forward, but he saw that there was still a winding mountain road ahead, with dense forests on one side and weeds and thorns growing on the other side, there was a cliff three feet away, and there was no so-called jade wall of seven feet.

Suddenly, cold sweat dripped down his body, and he almost suspected that he had entered a trap.

(End of this chapter)