After this voice sounded, the old monk Pingdu just looked deeply at the Sword Sect leader and said nothing.
The leader of the Sword Sect said calmly: "Thank you, Master Abbot, for this."
The old monk Pingdu smiled bitterly, "Why is the sect master so humble now?"
The master of the Sword Sect did not speak, but walked towards the mountain road, and soon came to the entrance of Luming Temple. Looking at the three words "Luming Temple" crookedly on the ordinary wooden plaque, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect was silent for a long time.
"Senior is in a small temple behind the temple. The sect leader can leave on his own after seeing him to avoid another fight."
The old monk Pingdu smiled and said: "I am an old man, but I can no longer withstand the swords of the sect master."
The leader of the Sword Sect entered the temple silently and then disappeared.
The old monk Pingdu stood up, spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth with a smile, looked at Chen Chao on the mountain road, and waved.
Chen Chao was a little suspicious. After confirming that the abbot of Luming Temple was waving to him, he slowly walked forward along the mountain road.
"Did you see the fight we just had?" The old monk smiled and looked at Chen Chao, with a kind face. He didn't look like a big shot, but rather like an ordinary old man.
This is a very strange feeling.
After all, there are not many great figures like the old monk Pingdu in the entire spiritual world. Such figures, not to mention being like the Emperor of Liang, should not be like this.
"This junior is not a swordsman and doesn't understand Buddhism, so I can only scratch the surface." Although he didn't know why the old monk Pingdu said this, Chen Chao still responded to the Buddhist leader.
The old monk Pingdu smiled and said: "The ways of cultivation in the world are actually all
It’s almost the same, whether it’s the three religions, martial arts, or sword cultivation, actually speaking, it’s pretty much the same.”
Chen Chao shook his head, and then laughed, "Master, you can naturally see far if you stand high up. It's just that for juniors like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to see anything."
The old monk Pingdu smiled and said, "You don't have to be so tactful if you want to say that my back doesn't hurt when I stand and talk."
"Okay, come in with me. Someone has been waiting for you for a long time, but you haven't come yet."
The old monk Pingdu stood up slowly and pushed open the door that the Sword Sect master had opened before.
Chen Chao was a little confused, but he still followed the old monk and walked in.
The layout inside Luming Temple is almost the same as the layout outside. There is not much difference. It is full of historical flavor...that is, shabby...
"Everyone has a legend that Luming Temple is the oldest temple in the world, but in fact it is not a legend, it is true."
The old monk Pingdu smiled and said: "Maybe the strongest sect is not Luming Temple, and maybe the largest sect is not Luming Temple, but Luming Temple must be the oldest."
Chen Chao smiled and said: "It seems to be of no use."
The old monk Pingdu smiled and said: "You can't even stop the one with the sword anyway. There's no point in bragging so much, right?"
Chen Chao said nothing.
The old monk Pingdu led Chen Chao to the courtyard. There is also a pagoda here. It looks like it has been around for many years. Inside the pagoda, there are many dusty relics, which were left behind by eminent monks in the past dynasties after their death.
s things.
This kind of thing is very precious in the world. If it were an ordinary temple, I'm afraid it would be enshrined properly, but I didn't expect that in Luming Temple, it was just placed in the pagoda casually, so that the relics inside
The house is covered with dust at the moment, and I don’t know how much wind and sun it has suffered in daily life.
"Want it? You can take a few with you when you leave."
The old monk Pingdu glanced at Chen Chao and spoke casually, as if he was giving away some worthless cabbage on the roadside.
Chen Chao asked curiously: "These relics of eminent monks of all ages were given away just as the abbot said they would be given away?"
For some reason, Chen Chao always had the feeling that the abbot of Luming Temple in front of him seemed very similar to the abbot of Wu'en Temple before him.
Maybe it's not the character, but the spirit.
An indescribable spirit.
"The world thinks this relic is precious, but when I look at it, I see that this relic is nothing more than unburned bones."
The old monk Pingdu looked at Chen Chao with some strange emotions in his eyes.
Chen Chao also felt a little strange. After being silent for a moment, he changed the subject and asked, "Who did the Sword Sect Master go to see?"
"An old man in the temple has lived for many years, but I don't know how many years it is. I only know that when my master was a young novice, he was in that small temple."
The old monk Pingdu looked at Chen Chao and said, "You look at me and think I am very old, but in fact you only know that he is truly old when you see him."
Chen Chao was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in the Pingdu monk's words, and asked curiously: "Can this junior meet that senior monk?"
The old monk Pingdu said: "It's hard to say. Who this senior wants to see depends entirely on his will. No one can force you. So whether you can see him depends on whether he wants to see you."
Chen Chao's expression was very complicated.
The old monk Pingdu smiled and said: "Are you wondering why I am such a Buddhist?
Leader, will he be so polite to you and say so much to you?"
Chen Chao said: "There must be a reason for this."
"This is nonsense."
The old monk smiled and said: "Young people like you also like to talk nonsense?"
Chen Chao said: "I also wanted the master to tell me what I wanted to hear from the beginning, but the master didn't seem to want to say it."
The old monk Pingdu asked: "If you don't ask, how can I give you the answer you want?"
Chen Chao frowned and was about to speak, but inexplicably found that he didn't seem to know how to speak or where to ask.
"Let me first tell you why I am so polite to you. It's because of one person."
The old monk Pingdu said: "Your national master in black is my junior brother."
When saying this, the old monk Pingdu felt a little sentimental. His junior brother had indeed been gone for many, many years.
Chen Chao asked in confusion: "Even so, what does it have to do with this junior?"
The old monk Pingdu looked at him and said, "You are his chosen disciple."
Hearing this, Chen Chao was a little shocked and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The black-clothed national master came from Luming Temple. He is best at slaying dragons. His greatest achievement is to help the current Emperor of Daliang to oust the deposed emperor from the throne. Of course, Chen Chao has thousands of connections with the black-clothed national master.
Although there is no trace of the relationship, it is impossible that as the old monk Pingdu said now, Chen Chao was his chosen disciple.
The old monk Pingdu said: "Even I, my senior brother, don't know the skills of my junior brother. I only know that he went back to the temple once before his death, and then looked at the moon all night, and finally just before dawn.
, said something to me."
"What did you say?"
Chen Chaowen
Curious about the content.
The old monk Pingdu smiled and said, "I won't tell you."
…
…
The leader of the Sword Sect stepped behind Luming Temple and came to the small temple. He was silent for a long time and did not continue to walk forward.
That small temple is very small and ordinary. It looks like one of the most ordinary small temples in the world. But the problem is that everyone knows that this small temple is not ordinary. The old monk in that small temple is even more
not normal.
"The junior comes from the Sword Sect and wants to see the senior. Senior Wanwang can enlighten the junior with the Dharma."
For a figure like the leader of the Sword Sect, even when facing the master of Chixin Temple, he did not lower his posture very much, but in front of this old monk, his posture was very low.
"Sword energy is so strong. You have gone very far on this road. In my life, I have only seen three or two people with sword energy like you."
No one knows how many years the old monk in the temple lived, but it must be an extremely long story. In that long story, there were many people, and there were also many people. In fact, the evaluations of these three or two people
It's already extremely high.
The leader of the Sword Sect asked: "Senior, dare I ask who the other two are?"
"I can't remember exactly. I just remember that one of them came from the Sword Sect. The sword was very interesting, but it was only one finger wide, and the other one only had one leg."
The old monk's voice came out slowly from the temple, carrying endless vicissitudes of life.
The master of the Sword Sect remained silent. He knew the two people mentioned in the old monk's words. The senior from the Sword Sect was the master of the Sword Sect of a certain generation. His swordsmanship was extremely high and he was almost unrivaled in the world at that time.
, the other person only has one leg, but it is even more legendary. He started practicing with a mutilated body, and has experienced
After going through countless ups and downs, I stood at the top of the sword, several Jiazi.
Both of them are legendary figures in the swordsmanship, and one of them has a great influence on the master of the sword sect.
"Senior, have you ever fought against them?"
The leader of the Sword Sect spoke curiously, with some urgency and expectation in his voice.
"I am here. Many people want to see if they are the strongest in the world, so they come to me. Some people have good tempers and can just chat with them for a while, but some people have bad tempers and naturally they have to be beaten.
"
As he spoke, a flash of sword intent floated out from the small temple, and the face of the Sword Sect leader became a little strange.
"So it turns out that senior is also a great swordsman?"
From that flash of sword intent, the master of the Sword Sect could already tell that the old monk in the temple had a high level of swordsmanship, at least he had reached the end of Wangyou.
"Do you practice dual cultivation of Buddhist swords?!"
The leader of the Sword Sect was already a little shocked.
Has such a person ever existed in this world?
No.
Has there ever been such a figure in history?
It seems there isn't either.
"In my opinion, all stories have the same outcome, just like the ending of all people is death, so even if the practice is different, it is the same."
The old monk's voice was full of emotion.
"I want to ask my senior for advice."
After a moment of silence, the Sword Sect leader suddenly spoke, not to ask for advice, but to invite a fight.
How could someone like him be so humble all the time?
The old monk said: "I am old and don't want to fight. I can tell you any story you want to know."
The Sword Sect leader had a complicated expression and didn't know what to say.
"Senior, what do you want...?"
The Sword Sect leader asked.
At this moment, the small temple suddenly shook, and then
Then some smoke slowly came out.
This chapter has been completed!