The old monster loves the poor monk

Walking on the path between the foothills, there are many people who come to climb mountains and travel on the way. The scenery here has changed a lot compared to 700 years ago, but the two faint scenery can still overlap in memory after 700 years. .

A tree that has changed, and a rock that has not changed.

It turned out that he had been here before, and Kong Ming stepped on the piled stone road, looking at the thick and thin green around him, and the birds were circling and singing among the branches.

Why did he come here 700 years ago?

At that time, what kind of identity did he come to be a righteous spirit?

Wearing a purple robe, he walked slowly on the mountain path, every step Kong Ming took followed the footsteps of the past.

Who was by his side at that time?

It is Li Wuhua, the head of Zhengling, Yang Shu's master, and Xuanqing Weihui's grand master. The two walked together on this winding mountain road. Li Wuhua treated him as a guest of honor and treated him with humility several times asked him about the revision of the law.

He answered them one by one, and said that he already knew what happened in this world.

He said: "This is not what you should know. If you know, you will make a mistake. I will tell you this. If you insist on knowing, I know everything. Master Li, please think about it."

He is always King Ming and never lies.

If Li Wuhua could hold back his doubts, he could really keep silent.

But Li Wuhua couldn't bear it, he naturally answered all Li Wuhua's questions.

In this world, in this world, what exactly happened, why the spiritual qi was exhausted, why it was impossible to cultivate the righteous way, and why a practitioner could not escape the suffering of samsara even though he pursued it.

Hearing all the answers, Li Wuhua fell down on the seat in shock, his eyes were like a torch: "Who are you?"

"Fudo Myoki."

"Fudo Ming Wang..." Li Wuhua repeated these four words: "Are you a Buddhist cultivator? Have you become a Daoist and become a Buddha? Then do you know how to save this world?"

"I know, but it's not something I can do on my own."

Li Wuhua suddenly stood up: "Sanren are also willing to contribute, please show me, King Ming."

"Wait for me to go and see the Linglong Pagoda of your spirit first."

"No, the Linglong Pagoda is a forbidden place for my righteous spirit. You must not enter the Linglong Pagoda if you have not reached the level mentioned by the predecessors. Why did King Ming go to the Linglong Pagoda?!"

"You'll know when I go to see it. Since you stop me during the day, I'll go and see it at night."

"Ming Wang...you." Li Wuhua was at a loss for words for a moment. This person's cultivation base is not low, and he might not be able to stop him if he is forced to stop him. What is locked.

At night, when the light of the stars and the moon were dimmed, the man in the purple robe entered the Linglong Pagoda silently. In the distance, there was a dark glimmer of light in the shallow pond of Hangu, and there were body-length stone carvings on the sleeves.

Ziseng stood side by side with the stone sculpture. The stone sculpture was an extremely handsome man. Ziseng turned to the stone sculpture and opened his lips: "Dijun, long time no see."

The eight-story tower has three statues of Tianchen Xuanjun, Lingqing Nvjun and Taixuan Emperor at the highest point.

The three stone statues stand on each side, surrounded by a stone formation, a complete stone slab embedded in the floor, engraved with countless formations, the formation left by the Shinto, in this way, these tens of thousands of years are not the same. It's not that no one has become immortal, Su Yun who cultivated this formation should already be in the immortal world.

Shinto didn't really seal the door. In order to prevent them from resurging, they left this formation. Once the monster changes again, the righteous spirit activates this formation to hear the news of the demon's rebirth. They can be shot again to suppress their appearance.

Zi Seng looked at the three stone statues and shook his head helplessly, why, why did he come to such a point, why did he have to die.

He threw himself into the demon way but waited for a cooperation.

Hexagrams have pros and cons, and people have yin and yang, which are neutral, jue, and combined.

Everything in the world has a unity, but the six realms have been going farther and farther since the day of birth, and they have become so divided that they cannot tolerate each other.

He wanted to make that ligature in the middle, but he never waited for that opportunity for tens of thousands of years.

Seeing Li Wuhua again the next day, he bid farewell and left. When he left, Li Wuhua asked him to solve another puzzle he had.

The so-called forbidden area, what exactly is forbidden.

The purple monk clasped his hands together: "The ones who are forbidden are monsters, who protect the world and imprison the world. It depends on what Master Li thinks." He turned and left, and a girl in a long gown hurried past him with her hands behind her back The two passed by, the girl paused, and turned to look at the purple robe, a very familiar person, she should have seen him before.

The girl thought for a while, but she still couldn't remember where she saw the purple robe, turned around and continued to walk quickly into the inner courtyard, and saluted Li Wuhua who was standing under the eaves: "Disciple Yang Shu has seen the master. "

Li Wuhua's gaze was still looking at the door, and he murmured softly: "It is to protect the world...and also to imprison the world..."

Kongming looked at the mountain road hidden among the lush branches and leaves in front of him. It turned out to be the Linglong Tower, but the formation in the Linglong Tower was clearly destroyed by Li Wuhua. It is unlikely to be able to solve this situation.

Later, Li Wuhua posted a list of essays and people all over the world looked for him, begging him to point out a way of longevity and long-term vision.

At that time, he was near the end of his life, and he still refused to admit his fate, thinking that the heaven owed him a fortune to become a fairy, and he said: "Ming Wang, I beg you to tell the truth and show me the way." "

Why did Zi Monk ever lie to him, so he had to tell him: "You are indeed very talented, and you are above ten thousand people in the world of practice, but you are only above ten thousand people. It's far from being able to become a fairy."

Li Wuhua looked at him in shock, and slapped the table with a ferocious expression: "Then tell me! What kind of person can become a fairy! I am already so extraordinary that I don't deserve to be a fairy. What kind of talent does it take to be a fairy?" Okay?! This life is not worthy! I will cultivate in the next life!"

Zi Monk looked him up and down carefully, and came to a rigorous conclusion: "I'm afraid you won't be able to do it in the next life. Your problem has never been in your body, but in your heart."

Li Wuhua suddenly calmed down, his eyes were a little hesitant, and his tone was still strong: "You mean my mood is not enough? God treats me like this, how can I be calm!"

Zi Seng didn't say much to him, got up and walked out: "The truth you want is the only thing I can tell you."

Li Wuhua shouted loudly behind him: "Aren't you a Buddha? Why don't you save me!"

Zi Monk stopped and turned to look at him: "I ask myself, can I teach you the Fa? My heart tells me that you can't stand my Fa."

On the second night when he went down the mountain, news came that Li Wuhua had passed away.

Kong Ming recalled this memory and suspected that Li Wuhua was mad at him.

He walked with ease, and in just one hour, he completed the journey that required hard work for three or four hours. Most of the tourists on the road were in the tourist area and the newly built Sanqing Temple at the entrance of the mountain. Tourists are not allowed to enter. The place is here, the holy land of cultivating immortals orthodox spiritual sect spread on the Internet.

When Kong Ming went online, he often saw netizens talking about Zhengling as a joke, and some talked about the inheritance of Zhengling, saying that Zhengling is like an old lady's foot wrap, which is worthless with historical value, and even more so. Some lamented that there is no real inheritance in this world, and the real inheritance has been broken. This mountain gate is just some old Taoist priests who grow vegetables and aborigines and fake Taoist priests who eat, drink, and hit the sky.

Kong Ming really wants to know what kind of people live in this mountain gate, whether it is Ashjian Xuejiu who thinks he is being guarded, or Kunpeng who finds himself imprisoned.

Stepping into the mountain gate, the Taoist priests guarding both sides of the road did not stop Kongming like other tourists, but asked, "Are you Kongming?"

Kong Ming nodded.

"Our distinguished guests from the Spirit Sect have told us that if you come, let us lead you to see her."

"Wu Duyin?"

"Yes, it's her, please follow me." One of the gate guards stood up and led him forward.

While guiding him, the Taoist asked insinuatingly: "Are you a good friend with our honored guest? She also has a good relationship with our young master. The young master suddenly brought her back and surprised us. We thought the young master was talking about something. In love."

"is a friend."

"She seems to have a lot of background, and even our head has given her special courtesy."

Seeing that Kong Ming ignored him, the Taoist felt a little embarrassed: "I grew up on this mountain, so I'm not very good at talking, please forgive me."

"There is nothing wrong with what you said, it's just that I don't know what to say to you."

The Taoist priest pursed his lips for a moment and stopped talking.

After entering the attic temple, the Taoist informed another person, turned around and said to him in a somewhat unfriendly tone: "Someone will take you to see her later, you wait here."

Kong Ming said goodbye to him: "Go slowly."

After waiting for a while, someone came up to him and asked him if he was Kongming. He answered yes, and the person led him to continue walking inside.

Walking around and walking through several corridors, I pushed open a carved wooden door that was repaired and repainted this year. The person in the door heard the sound of pushing the door, just put down the tea cup and raised his eyes.

Kong Ming looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the room, his long hair was tied into a bun, and he was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe. Looking at the jade pendant between his clothes, he should be the head of Zhengling.

Kong Ming looked at him: "Does the head have something to do with me?"

Zhongli Zangde immediately stood up and walked towards him with a smile, his eyes were friendly and appreciative: "You are Kongming? You have extraordinary eyesight, you really are a hero born out of a boy."

"What's the matter." It's already modern, but still nestles in the mountains all day wearing ancient clothes, with gemstones on the belt, and jade pendants, and boasting that the person who recognizes his identity has eyesight. This person probably enjoys this righteous spirit. The identity of the leader enjoys a little self-inflated.

Zhongli Zangde raised his hand: "No hurry, let's sit down and have a cup of tea first." Immediately, a little Taoist priest came in with a mahogany tray and offered two cups of tea.

Kong Ming sat down at the side: "I'm here to see Wu Duyin, you brought me here, you always have something to say, right? I'm in the mood to listen to you, not to drink tea with you."

Zhongli Zangde put down the teacup in his hand: "Sure enough, people speak quickly, but people who are not willing to spend even a cup of tea sometimes lose more time."

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