Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

"Not only have I come out of seclusion, but you, Master Juezhao, have also come out of seclusion." Hai Kong said.

"What, the master is out of seclusion too?" Pingbo was surprised.

Juezhao is the old abbot of Zizhu Zen Monastery. He is highly respected and has a very high status in Buddhism. He has been in seclusion for many years.

Pingbo had been with Hai Kong at Zhaobao Temple in Yongcheng since he was a child. He had only returned to Putuo in the past two years and had never seen Juezhao. He was inevitably a little excited at the thought of meeting this legendary master soon.

Haikong's face looked a little heavy, and he sighed and said: "Dragon travels on the bottom of the sea, the tides create wonders, and the peaceful years have passed. Pingbo, what I regret most as a teacher is that I couldn't marry you a wife."

"Ah?" Pingbo said in surprise, "Master, are you testing me again? Didn't I pass the test three years ago?"

Hai Kong looked at Ping Bo and laughed.

Then he looked at Sister Mei, clasped his hands and said, "Female donor, we meet again."

"Yes, Master, we meet again. This world is so small!" Sister Mei said with emotion.

"It's not that the world is small, it's that the benefactor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha." Haikong said, "Five years ago in Zhaobaoshan, I said that Mr. Li has a predestined relationship with the Buddha."

"Do you recognize him?" Sister Mei was surprised.

"More than three years ago in Jinling, I had the opportunity to fight side by side with Mr. Li and his wife. At that time, Mr. Li showed his power and opened the eyes of the poor monk. The poor monk also owed his life to him." Haikong said calmly. said.

Ding Xiang and Sister Mei had both heard Li Muchen mention the matter about Xuanwu Lake, but they didn't know the details. They didn't expect that the monk was there at the time.

Sister Mei smiled and said: "It seems that this fate is really quite big."

Lilac was worried about White Snake and Little Turtle, so she asked: "Master, do you know Huihang?"

Haikong's smile faded: "What do you want from him?"

Ding Xiang glanced at Sister Mei and wondered whether she should tell the truth. After all, Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei were monsters, and the story of White Snake and Fa Hai was still circulated among the people.

At this time, Wuhua said: "This elder, this is how it is. The young monk is from Tianzhu Temple in Qiantang. Yesterday, a monk came to our temple to register. He called himself the master of Zizhu Zen Temple in Putuo, and his dharma name was Huihang. The young monk undoubtedly has it, so he The Buddha received him with courtesy, but today, he injured the monks of the temple, destroyed the relic pagoda, and took away the relics of the ancestor enshrined in the pagoda. In addition, there was a white snake and a small turtle that the ancestor had enlightened. "

When Wuhua said this, he turned the demonic attributes of the turtle and snake into the Buddhist connection enlightened by the eminent monk. He neither lied nor violated the rules.

Haikong was surprised and asked: "Is this the Master Zhiren who used his body to suppress the dragon's lair in Qiantang Lake three years ago, resolving the danger of eight million people in Qiantang, and then passed away in the form of a rainbow?"

"It's the master." Wuhua nodded.

Haikong suddenly bowed and saluted Wuhua: "Amitabha, a great teacher and great virtue, has been spread throughout Buddhism for a long time. Please accept Haikong's worship!"

Ping Guang and Ping Bo next to him were so frightened that they also bowed down.

Wuhua quickly stood up and stopped him: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Zizhuyuan is the holy land of Buddhism. The elder is a senior monk of Zizhuyuan. Wuhua is a junior, how dare you accept such a gift."

However, Haikong insisted on worshiping: "Master Zhiren's merits are enough to surpass Arhat and approach Bodhisattva. And I have also heard that his practice began 1,700 years ago, and he is many generations older than me." , you are his apprentice, and naturally you are also my master."

Saying that, he bowed down.

No matter how hard Wu Hua stopped him, he could only let him go and endure this obeisance.

Ping Guang and Ping Bo from behind also finished their worship, not only were they not annoyed, but they felt a little more in awe.

"Master Haikong, Huihang's matter..." Wuhua asked.

"Alas, it's a long story." Haikong sighed, "This Huihang did become a monk in Zizhu Temple. His real name is Juehang. He is a monk of the Jue generation. He and my master Juezhao are brothers. After all, , I should call him uncle."

"where is he?"

"He is not here. More than 20 years ago, he changed his name to Huihang and left Putuo. I didn't expect that he would call himself a monk at Zizhu Temple."

"Why did he change his name, why did he leave Putuo, and where did he go after leaving?" Ding Xiang asked a series of questions.

"I can't explain some things clearly. Everyone, please come with me. I will take you to see my master."

After saying this, Haikong led the way and led everyone out, through the vast purple bamboo forest, to a quiet independent hut.

"Please wait a moment, I will go in and explain the situation."

Hai Kong bowed slightly and entered the room. After a while, he came out and said, "Master, please come in."

Everyone entered the house.

Inside is a room only one foot square. There is a mat in the center of the room. Sitting on the mat is a skinny old man, wearing magnolia and sea blue. The hair on the top of his head is already very long. It is obvious that he has not had a haircut for a long time and is hanging loose. Gray and sparse.

Everyone was slightly stunned, because the image of the old man was far from the eminent monk they imagined. Apart from being very clean, he looked more like a beggar who hadn't had enough to eat for a long time.

"Ping Bo, Ping Guang, why don't you meet the master yet!" Hai Kong's voice became majestic.

"Greetings to the master!" Ping Bo and Ping Guang clasped their hands together and knelt down to pay homage.

Master Juezhao gently raised his skinny palm and said with a kind face: "Okay, okay, no need to be polite, you are all good children."

Then there was a soft but powerful force holding them up, preventing them from kneeling.

Juezhao's words are not like those of an eminent Buddhist monk. At least the people here have never heard any old monk call his disciple a good boy.

"Wu Hua of Tianzhu Temple, let's pay homage to Master Juezhao." Wu Hua also came over to pay homage.

"Oh, you are Zhiren's disciple!" Juezhao chuckled, "I met your master twice, once at Lingyin Temple, when I went to visit Master Muyu, and he was also there. Once when he came to Putuo , we sat in the purple bamboo forest and talked about the Tao. His cultivation was beyond my reach. Now, he has achieved enlightenment and passed away in the form of a rainbow. I am still sitting here, feeling ashamed of Amitabha."

Wuhua didn't know how to respond and could only stand quietly.

Then, Ding Xiang, Sister Mei and Xu Xiaobei all came to see the ceremony.

Juezhao nodded in response, and then said: "I already know your purpose of coming. Huihang is indeed my junior brother, whose real name is Juehang. He has been extremely smart since he was a child, and was trained by his master as his successor. However, he is too smart. !”

Having said this, Juezhao sighed softly.

"He had doubts about the origin of the Dharma Realm. He said that Guanyin Taoist Temple was originally in the South China Sea, and Putuo Mountain was in the East China Sea. This Putuo was not the real Putuo. This idea became an obsession in him and became an obstacle to his practice. He repeatedly He left Putuo and went to Tianzhu, Niboluo and other places to find the Putuo of the South China Sea in his mind. He had many contacts with the Boluo Sect, Hinayana Tantric Sect, Jainism, Dashi Sect, Ao Sect, etc. there, and he also went astray in his practice. .”

"More than twenty years ago, my master passed away and was passed down to me. Juehang left angrily and changed his name to Huihang. He claimed to be a contemporary of the Sixth Patriarch, walked with Cihang, and vowed to find the real Putuo. Since then, I have Never seen him."