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In an instant, Huide felt an invisible sword energy pointing directly at his heart, which was so sharp that it made people feel cold all over.

He clearly realized that if he answered yes, this person would really draw his sword.

The sacred Buddhist sect revered by believers all over the world draws the sword against the prison.

What kind of procedure is this? !

All kinds of incomprehension and anger welled up in his heart, and he immediately recited the scriptures silently to calm down.

In front of the main hall, the group of monks was completely silent.

Cheng Qianren remained calm and composed, as if he was not in a tight siege, and even frowned slightly, showing a bit of impatience because he didn't get an answer.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha's name broke the extremely tense and imminent atmosphere.

"Master Cheng, this sword is fierce, it is not appropriate to draw it out in front of the Buddha."

All the monks rushed out of the way and prostrated. At the end of the crowd, an old monk in red cassock stepped out of the temple gate and walked slowly.

Huide raised his eyebrows and put his hands together: "Master."

Cheng Qianren saw that everyone was acting like a fool, and guessed the identity of the person who came, he still smiled and said: "I didn't break through the formation, it was the master who led me up the mountain. If the Buddha really doesn't want to see me, I can't help it."

He said 'Yin', which means 'receive and lead', Hui De heard that it was they who released the news of Ning Fu's return to attract people to show up, and his face turned pale immediately.

The abbot came forward to greet him in person, and the Temple of Ci'en had already retreated to such an extent that he had given this person great face, yet he still spoke rudely!

Realizing neither anger nor anger, he raised his hand to signal everyone to stand up.

"Cheng benefactor has come from thousands of miles away, and our temple should take the wind and wash away the dust. Please also follow the poor monk into the temple to tell."

Cheng Qianren looked at this man, he was much older than Hui De, but younger just by looking at his face.

After Master Shiji became a saint, he lived in seclusion in the back mountain, and his disciple Wu Wu succeeded him as the abbot.Realizing and immersing in Mahayana for many years, no one knows how high his realm is, whether he has touched the threshold of a saint.

Cheng Qianren doesn't like chatting with people other than friends, it's not very interesting, and he can't stand the other party's insistence on chatting.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at the monks who were facing an enemy, and followed his enlightenment to the Mahavira Hall.

Green smoke floats in the hall, apricot-yellow prayer flags hang down, and the walls around the walls are brightly lit by candlelight. Cheng Qianren looked carefully, and found that there were countless small holes, embedded with golden Buddha statues and bright lamps. The endless roof.

Wu Wu's actions were silent, only his footsteps echoed in the hall, causing the candles on the four walls to flicker and the light and shadow to be confused.

There is a meditation room for guests at the back of the main hall, with simple furnishings, tea sets are prepared on the small table, and two cups of tea are filled with white mist.

Cheng Qianren heaved a sigh of relief, but luckily it wasn't a chessboard, otherwise, he would not be as capable as Lin Duzhi for a few hours.

The two sat opposite each other.

"A lot of preparations in the temple are just to invite the benefactor to see him. The Lantern Burning Ceremony is coming soon, and the heads of all factions are gathering to discuss alliances. It would be a pity if we can't see the benefactor Cheng. Since the benefactor is here, you might as well stay for two more days to meet with him We all seek the way to save the world, the way to end suffering."

Cheng Qianren said with a smile: "I am so virtuous and capable, it is worth the trouble of your temple."

Mahayana Buddhist cultivation is really different, it is much more comfortable than chatting with Huide.

But his palm did not leave the hilt, and he was still ready to draw his sword at any time.

Because the other party speaks nicely and asks him to come, but if the other party speaks badly, they tell him to come.

"Ask Master, what is the way to save the world and the way to end suffering?"

"Resisting the invasion of the demons is the responsibility of all human practitioners. In special times, only by uniting together can we end the troubled times as soon as possible and restore peace to all beings."

Cheng Qianren didn't speak, Master Wu sighed, "It's easy to say, but each faction has been doing their own way for a long time, and people's hearts are hard to get together..."

"Hey, this is the legendary god and ghost Biyi? Many blood feuds were forged because of it, and many people lost their lives because of it. The poor monk heard that in the battle against the sun building, the benefactor killed more than a hundred people with his sword. You have to bear such a burden at a young age. A lot, it's really heavy."

His words turned abruptly, but his tone was like a gentle elder, which was easy to relax.

Cheng Qianren weighed the old sword: "Three catties and six taels, not heavy."

The sword hummed in its sheath, like a wild beast roaring.

Realization startled.

He took a sip of tea to calm himself down, and then talked a lot.Finally said: "Is there anything unclear or objectionable about the benefactor?"

Cheng Qianren took a deep breath and asked, "Is this the way to save the world, the way to end suffering?"

The old monk smiled: "I have doubts, but it's okay to say it, let's discuss it in detail."

Cheng Qianren shook his head: "No. Let's meet again if we are destined."

Gu Xuejiang is very good at arguing and arguing about legal difficulties, while Lin Du is not good at talking, but he can speak for him with his pen.

Cheng Qianren felt that he was lacking in these aspects, and he knew nothing about logic and rhetoric, so he was far less talented than his friends.

So he would never try to argue with a Mahayana Buddha.

What you said is very reasonable.

I can't refute it, but I just don't want to hear it and disagree.

I said go and go.

Wu Wu watched him get up, his smile froze, he thought he had convinced this person:

"Wait a minute!"

Cheng Qianren pushed open the small door of the meditation room, the scene in the majestic hall was unexpected, he stopped for a moment.

After realizing it, Youyou said:

"A lot of people want to see you, don't you want to see them?"

***

In the early morning, Gu Xuejiang and Lin Du went for a walk on the mountain.

The mountains and forests are quiet, the snow has not disappeared, and the mist is erratic. The two walked to a cliff, and the vision suddenly opened up. Among the tumbling clouds, the huge Buddha's head appeared and disappeared.

Feeling something in Lin Du's heart, he kowtowed and chanted sutras.

Gu Xuejiang stepped back a few steps and stood not far away to watch him.

When Lin Duzhi got up after worshiping, he saw two young monks who were cleaning the back mountain rushing over, holding copper basins of warm water and soft towels and thin silks, asking him to wash his hands.

"Master Uncle Lin, good morning."

Lin Duzhi frowned slightly.

With his cultivation base, his body will not be stained with dust as soon as he moves his mind. How can there be so many formal rituals in this temple.

"Don't bother. Go ahead."

The two monks looked at his expression, bowed to leave, and passed Gu Xuejiang.

Gu Xuejiang came here with Lin Du this time, and it is inconvenient to participate in the Lantern Festival as a member of the military.He claimed to be Lin Duzhi's attendant.Usually no one cares about him.

The two continued to walk, walking through the forest of stone pagodas, the suspension bridge, and the plank road beside the rocks.

The monks in the temple are doing morning classes, and the sound of bells, chanting, and wooden fish can be heard endlessly.In this atmosphere, people will inevitably think about philosophical topics such as cause and effect, fate, etc., and then reflect on their life and regret the past.

The representatives of various sects who live in the back mountain of Ci'en Temple are affected by it. Regardless of whether they have faith or not, most of them will go in to worship when they pass by the Buddhist hall.

Gu Xuejiang sneered at this: "To defend against the demons together sounds nice, but in fact, no one wants to contribute too much. As long as the snow wolf riders don't hit the door, they must first compete at home."

Lin Duzhi had never seen him pay homage.

"Those people think that if they pray to Buddha, if their wish comes true, it's because of the Buddha's mercy, and they have to offer incense to fulfill their wish; if they can't fulfill their wish, it's because they are not sincere enough, so they can't blame the Buddha." Gu Xuejiang explained: "But I just grab what I want. , Never expect anyone to be merciful."

Lin Duzhi knew him well, so he didn't persuade him much.

Gu Xuejiang's mind is different from ordinary people's. He doesn't think that the killing karma is too heavy and he will not end well. He always believes that he is right, so he has a clear heart and no fear.

In his words, "If I don't believe in cause and effect, then cause and effect will not touch me."

The back mountain is vast, and it is easy to avoid other residents.

There is a problem that has troubled Gu Xuejiang ever since she entered the temple.

"Why do they call you Master Uncle?"

Lin Duzhi replied: "According to Buddhist seniority, my master is of the same generation as Master Shiji, and now the abbot of Ci'en Temple is a disciple of Master Shiji, who is of the same generation as me. Huide Supervisory Academy is a disciple of the abbot, so he calls me uncle. Most of the disciples have a lower seniority than the Supervisory Academy... so I have to call me Master Uncle."

"It's so good, is your master still accepting lay disciples? What do you think of me?"

Lin Duzhi shook his head: "Don't be kidding, you must not like it there."

"That depends on what Baohua Temple looks like. Is there a bigger golden Buddha than this one?"

The forest was deep and foggy, and the sound of chanting gradually became inaudible, except for the creaking of two people stepping on fallen leaves and snow.

"We don't have a golden Buddha, we don't have a golden-roofed hall, we're not in the mountains, and of course we don't have ladders, so it seems like we don't have anything there..."

Gu Xuejiang became interested: "Then what do you usually do?"

"I teach my juniors how to read and write, my master heals the villagers, my seniors plant the land for everyone in spring, and harvest fruit in autumn."

Gu Xuejiang felt incredible: "That's it?"

"That's it."

He sighed: "No noble posture, no hypocrisy and deceit, a paradise far away from troubles and no fights. It is indeed a good place."

Lin Duzhi was very happy to hear people praise his hometown: "The brothers don't talk much, but they are all very gentle and friendly people." He suddenly stopped and looked at the person in front of him.

"If you really feel good, would you like to go there with me?"

Gu Xuejiang was taken aback, and said with a smile: "You don't want to look at the stars anymore? There are many things on this continent that you haven't seen before."

The two were silent at each other, and a cry broke the silence, and the echo shook the mountains and forests, causing the birds to fly high:

"Cheng Qianren came to worship the mountain—"

***

Cheng Qianren was stunned when he opened the door.

I don't know when three or forty people gathered in the Daxiong Hall, including monks headed by Huide.There are also old Taoists with dust whisks in their hands, middle-aged people with swords on their waists, old women with upside-down willow eyebrows, and the costumes of various sects are different, so it is very lively.

At a glance, monks were also standing outside the hall, and it was dark.

In the cold winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the sky is getting dark. Only then did he realize that he had talked with the abbot for so long.

Cheng Qianren walked out of the meditation room, all eyes were on him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Heh, you can come and leave whenever you want, Dean Cheng is so majestic!"

The cry of 'Dean Cheng' was very strange.

The operating rules of Nanyuan Academy are very ridiculous in the eyes of many people.

To decide whether to be the lord of the mountain or the head of a faction, first look at the inheritance, and then look at the cultivation base. What's the matter with voting?

The odd numbers make them loathe and fear.

"Oh. This is..." Cheng Qianren remembered: "Elder Liu of the Shanhaizong. Nice to meet you."

He is no longer a frivolous boy.It won't be like facing Zhong Tianyu in Taiyechi, drawing his sword immediately if the two sentences don't agree.Under normal circumstances, he is willing to chat a few words calmly.

"You gathered here, you don't intend to kill me, do you?"

Invited by Ci'en Temple to participate in the Lantern Burning Ceremony, the heads and elders of the various sects were all dignified and majestic, but Cheng Qianren chuckled as if telling a joke.

The crowd looked mixed, and no one laughed.

Satoshi came out from behind him.

"Amitabha, where is the words of Master Cheng? All the factions present have had blood feuds with your master Ning Fu. He later left this sword to you. Because of it, you have feuds with others. It is a last resort. Our temple wishes Be a middleman to mediate and resolve one or two, this sword, our temple can keep it on its behalf, bathe it in Buddha's light, and drive away the evil spirit."

Cheng Qianren walked with his sword in his arms, and was watched warily by everyone.

"Then why don't I like it?"

Enlightenment said: "Master Cheng is not willing, and we have no intention of hurting your life. We just invite you to stay in the temple temporarily, listen to the scriptures and wash away the dust, and go kill your nature."

Everyone echoed, "Master is indeed merciful."

On the four walls of the main hall, candlelight from thousands of altars shone on their faces, making them look strange.

Everything can't be stated clearly, and the "righteousness" must be brought out to make sense.

Cheng Qianren felt tired for them.

"You're right, there's only one thing wrong."

Comprehended clasped palms together: "Please enlighten me."

Cheng Qianren: "Ning Fu is not yet my master, he is my employer. I used to take his wages, settle accounts, buy vegetables, clean tables for him..."

Everyone was startled, not understanding why he said this.Wu Wu secretly sighed that this person is still knowledgeable about current affairs, and now he has separated from Ning Fu, so it is logical to hand over Shengui Biyi.

Cheng Qianren changed the subject: "Now I take his sword, and I will bear the blood for him and end the grudge."

"Since Ning Fu returned it to me, whoever wants it, I'll ask him for it."

An old Taoist with a fly whisk shouted: "Okay! You really have a connection with him! Colluded with that treacherous master-killing traitor!"

The next moment, his shouting stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled his neck.

Because Cheng Qianren strode to the entrance of the hall and shouted to the dark night sky:

"Ning Fu, are you there?"

The cold clouds are vast, and the echoes are scattered.The group of monks in the square held long sticks, their expressions indifferent and alert.

Cheng Qianren: "If you come, come out and see me—"

"Cheng benefactor is playing tricks on me?!"

Before the anger was over, there was a reply from outside the hall.

"I'm coming!"

Of course it wasn't Ning Fu Huan who came.

It is a noble son with a purple crane cloak, and a scholar with a cold expression.

They walked unhurriedly, but in a blink of an eye they passed the crowd and stepped into the palace gate.The group of monks realized it later and turned pale with fright.

Cheng Qianren laughed loudly and stepped forward to embrace the two.

Gu Xuejiang: "I'm late, what did the master tell you? Learn to listen."

Cheng Qianren: "The hearts of the people are scattered, and it is not easy to lead the team. Look at your sword, the unowned treasure that everyone wants. It has caused a bloody storm in the practice world these years, and you have been hunted down. How about this, you donate it. To be the first prize of the alliance, to resist the battle of the demons, give it to whoever contributes more. It is the most fair to kill three birds with one stone, and we will always remember your good."

Gu Xuejiang: "Wow! What a sense of bullshit."

Cheng Qianren: "Shit!"

Holding shoulders and teasing and laughing.

Lin Duzhi looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly.

The three of them didn't need to say much, and the atmosphere was tacit.

For six years, they single-handedly fought their way out in their respective battlefields, and until today, they finally reunited.

Gu Xuejiang whispered: "Ning Fu is not here yet."

Hearing Cheng Qianren's drink, Gu Er guessed that all the masters in the temple must have gathered in the Daxiong Palace, and took the opportunity to go to the Hell of the Ten Directions with Lin Lu, and explored the Sutra Pavilion and other important places by the way.

"Okay." Cheng Qianren turned to the angry crowd: "Since I'm here tonight, if Ning Fu still has any grudges with you, just find me to end it."

"Presumptuous!" Abbot Wu Wu sternly shouted, "If you dare to draw your sword, you are making an enemy of our Ci'en Temple! If the poor monk starts to kill demons, he will definitely disturb the saints who live in seclusion in the back mountain. Unless it is a last resort, the poor monk does not want to force you You are on a dead end. Brother Lin, you just let them disrespect the Buddha? Could it be that Baohua Temple is colluding with crooked sects and evil ways?"

Lin Duzhi said calmly: "I haven't been ordained yet, and I can't be named. I can't be a master and a junior."

The enlightened master is the sage Master Shiji.

Cheng Qianren muttered: "There are so many people, and I still have the face to raise a saint to suppress me."

Three sharp wind-breaking sounds sounded from different directions.

"Clearly--"

The cold light flickered, like the stars shaking from the sky, the ghost Pi Yi finally got out of its sheath!

The long hanging prayer flags were smashed by the colliding sword energy and true essence, and they were scattered one after another.

The attacking magic weapon was instantly scrapped, turning into a pool of shimmering fragments on the ground.

The three elders of the small sect acted first, and the big men would not act so quickly because of their status.

Realizing the way of the heart, he still underestimated him.

Everyone was also shocked by the quick sword, each with their own thoughts, and the hall was silent for a while.

The sword energy overflowed, and the candles flickered on all four walls.

Cheng Qianren held a sword flower: "I advise you not to try to bully the few with more, because I also called a helper."

Lin Duzhi: "Are you serious?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here. Everyone is getting old and can't be impulsive like a student anymore, right?"

Gu Xuejiang took out three points of spring water: "Xu Ran is in Baixueguan, thousands of miles away; my Gu Banner iron cavalry must not be mobilized if there is no war, otherwise it will be used for private use. How can we have helpers?!"

There are a group of monks in the square in front, and elders in the back, who are discussing with each other as if no one else is around.

Everyone felt the humiliation of being teased, so they realized and shouted: "Let's go!"

A pillar of golden light from the top of the hall shot straight into the sky!

Cheng Qianren was still talking to Gu Er: "Yes, yes, he will definitely come—"