The wind scatters, and the sun is slightly burning.

The fragrance of flowers in the air is gradually evaporated by the heat, and only occasionally passes through the shade of the trees, giving people a hint of coolness.

In Taiwei Palace, Wang Jin passed by the Xuanyuan Temple, passed by the courtyard where he lived, and came to an equally magnificent palace. The exquisitely carved wooden door was locked by a large copper lock, and the lock body was carved with lifelike lion patterns.

He took out a copper key from the hidden bag of the robe sleeve, stabbed it into the keyhole, and rotated it a few times. The lock opened in response to the sound and hung on the door knocker. "Squeak"! A pair of wooden doors were slowly pushed open.

What caught my eye were seven or eight neatly arranged ancient shelves, with copper-green tripods, gu, goblets, gui, tulips, cauldrons, cauldrons and other vessels, as well as bronze or fine iron swords, spears, spears, axes, adzes, shackles and other weapons. As for the oversized pottery figurines, stone sculptures, inscriptions and other objects, they were neatly placed on the open space. The entire palace was without a case, no screen, or couch, and was filled with antiques collected from years of collection.

Wang Jin was admiring a statue of Guanyin intoxicatedly, and a sinister voice sounded in the shadows: "The palace envoy, don't be safe! Hehe!"

Wang Jin frowned slightly, but he was not afraid: "Xian Huo was so happy that he came to his official 'Zhigu Pavilion' to appreciate the artifacts. I guess he has been doing well recently."

"Hehe! What came here before was only the incarnation of this immortal, and it already had the ability to reach the sky and the earth. Although I came uninvited today, it was the real body of this immortal. Shouldn't the palace envoy be happy?" The sinister voice continued to sound, echoing from all sides in the "Zhigu Pavilion".

"Since the immortal is willing to move to Taiwei Palace, why not show up? Isn't it the immortal doing this to hide his head and tail so much and pretend to be a ghost?" Wang Jin smiled indifferently, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

At this moment, the pottery figurine behind Wang Jin suddenly turned into a ball of black gas, bypassing Wang Jin's Xuanguan, and condensed into a big man with round face, golden eyes and muscles in front of him. Yang Chaoxi saw with his own eyes that a tiger demon that was transformed was taken away by Zhong Jiudao!

The black air of the Great Han Seal Hall of Golden Eyes was lingering in the golden eyes and gradually turned into a seal script word "官". His bloody mouth opened, revealing his white tiger teeth: "The palace envoy is wise and courageous, even this immortal is very impressed!

This time, I came here, one, I continued to help the palace envoy find the "Rushui Sword", and two, I found the person who took me into incarnation. This immortal is the most fair, just killing that person all over the door... If there is a woman who has not opened, naturally I cannot waste it, hehe!"

Wang Jin felt disgust in his heart, but he covered up his past well, and said calmly: "I naturally know that Huo Xianren's Taoist art is rare in the world. However, your incarnation harmed dozens of good women in the city on the grounds of practicing Taoism, causing trouble all over the city. To put it unpleasantly, it is also a sin that deserves! If Yuan Xiang had not calmed this for you, it would have been difficult to be good."

The golden-eyed man touched a Buddha's head casually and said unconsciously: "Hehe! My incarnation is already a major in the art of collecting and replenishing, and doing those things is expected. It's just a pity that he has a body of Yangyuan energy, and I don't know who took it away, so I'll marry someone for nothing."

Wang Jin had already had a scheming in his heart when he saw the tiger demon. At this moment, he was really worried about losing a incarnation, so he casually said: "I heard from Hong Zhiye that the one who participated in the rounding up your incarnation that night was the bad guard of Wuhoupu of Zeshanfang, as well as the Hongdao Temple Yuchi Yuan, Linji Temple Tong Chunxi and a group of old Taoists. I believe that the person who came to accept your incarnation should be included in it."

The golden-eyed man's eyes lit up and then he immediately flashed with fierce light: "Then I will ask slowly one by one. It is said that the Linji Temple is full of Kun Dao, and there are many women with buds that have not yet bloomed... Tsk! I asked from Linji Temple! Hehehehe!"

A playful arc raised from the corner of Wang Jin's mouth: "This matter is not urgent. First of all, I had a verbal agreement with Yuan Xiang. He helped me find the "Shui Sword". I won over officials for him and collected rare treasures. Therefore, it is important to find a sword.

Secondly, the Taoist sect does have some magic and magic weapons to restrain demon cultivators. Even if the immortals are not afraid, if they stab the hornet's nest and want to act freely, they will be unbearable. It is better to let go of their grudges and slowly take care of them."

The big man with golden eyes suppressed his anger and said, "There is no tiger in Luocheng, and the monkey is the king. Those who dare to destroy my clone must get rid of it and get it quickly! It happened that there was nowhere to go recently, so he stayed in the Taiwei Palace for a few days in the royal palace."

Wang Jin bowed and smiled and said, "Welcome! I happened to have brought a few newly dug antiques here. I heard from Yuan Xiang that Immortal Huo is good at identifying the authenticity of antiques. Today, it happened to be the same, so I borrowed the spiritual eyes of the immortals and gave the official a palm!"

The big man with golden eyes was complimented and said glaringly: "It's all a trivial matter, the palace is polite. Let's go and have a look!"

Wang Jin's smile became stronger and his sleeves were slightly raised: "Please--"

The Buddha's cave is solemn, and the water is quiet and cool.

There is Longmen Mountain in the south of Luoyang City, which is a place of praise for the beauty of mountains and rivers. According to legend, when Emperor Yu was in charge of the flood, he drilled the Longmen Mountain through it and passed through it, forming the appearance of "the two mountains look at each other and flowing in the Yi River".

Longmen East Mountain is rich in fragrant geese, so it is also called Xiangshan. The famous Xiangshan Temple is located on the hillside of Longmen East Mountain. In the early years, believers worshipped it every day, and the incense is endless. However, when the rebels in Jizhou fell into Luoyang City, many of the monks in Xiangshan Temple were damaged, and the monks in the temple died and fled.

Ten years have passed since the war, but the vitality of Xiangshan Temple has not yet recovered. People who sit and eat at the temple are suffering. Young monks often go to Luoyang City to beg for rice and grain together. They go back day and night, but they have only gained little and can be filled.

On this day, Zen Master Lingzhen finished his discussion from Taiwei Palace and returned with a cane. It was already afternoon. Although he was hungry in his abdomen, his joy on his face still had not faded.

Entering the temple gate, passing the bell and drum tower, the Heavenly King Hall, and climbing up the steps. Zen Master Lingzhen did not stop at all and went straight into the Main Hall. He saw an old monk over 60, sitting cross-legged on a cushion, facing the Buddha, singing scriptures.

"Amitabha! Senior Brother Lingche, fortunately, today I will not be humiliated! The palace envoy of Taiwei Palace, Master Yin Xiao, all agreed to what his junior brother said. The 'Shendu Martial Arts Conference' has been handed over to Xiangshan Temple to prepare for the construction and cost of the silver and money. Lord Xiao will send someone to deliver it soon." Zen Master Lingzhen clasped his hands together and bowed to Abbot Lingche.

Although Zen Master Lingzhen is nearly 60 years old, he has been practicing Zen and martial arts for many years and has been full of red light and has not shown any depressedness.

"Good, good! My Buddha is merciful and protects the ancient temple! When the name of the "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" is called, Xiangshan Temple will return to the peak of incense, and it will not be far away." Abbot Lingche's white eyebrows and white beards naturally lowered. At this time, he stood up and put his greetings together, and praised the lobbying ability of this junior brother of the prison.

"Senior Brother Lingche has always been in good terms with the palace envoy. If the junior brother can achieve this, it depends entirely on the face of the senior brother."

Although Zen Master Lingzhen was happy, he did not take credit. Instead, he told the abbot's senior brother that he had thought for a long time.

"But from today on, the disciples in the temple will have to be busy. Although there is a special allocation of money from the public, they can save a penny. The money saved by the civil servants and the money of the civilians can all be used to repair the damaged temples and monks..."

Abbot Lingche nodded repeatedly: "Since you have helped you to help you arrange the follow-up matters. The senior brother is already old, and he will continue to practice Zen. Many miscellaneous and mundane affairs have to bother Junior Brother Lingzhen."

Zen Master Lingzhen said the Buddha's name and thanked the abbot's senior brother. Then he remembered the scarlet treasure inlaid with silver and gold-embroidered brocade robes. He quickly untied the robes, folded them neatly, and presented them to Abbot Lingche: "Although the Buddha relies on gold clothes, the junior brother's Zen skills are still shallow, and the treasure robes are on his body, like a light on his back. Since the matter has been done, he will return them to Senior Brother Lingche."

Abbot Lingche took the brocade cassock and placed it aside. When he looked at his junior brother's yellow monk's robe, covered with patches of all sizes, he couldn't help but sigh: "Amitabha! Although Zen skills require hard practice, they also emphasize enlightenment. The junior brother is willing to be simple and eat and drink, and the senior brother admires it very much. However, if he sticks to the simple appearance, he will become heartbroken and is not conducive to his practice."

Zen Master Lingzhen's heart was slightly trembling, and then a slight twilight rose on the Lingtai platform and hurriedly thanked him: "Senior Brother Lingche's enlightenment will be like a enlightenment, clearing the clouds and seeing the sun. My junior brother received the teachings! In the future, he should be more diligent in order to achieve enlightenment."

Abbot Lingche smiled and said, "How can you get out of the world if you don't enter the world? How can you promote good if you don't know all evil? All things carry the yin and embrace the yang, and good and bad things will arise from each other. How can you transcend the heavens if you learn Buddhism and monks practice Zen? Therefore, taking sorrow and joy lightly, not being confined to cause and effect, practicing with all your heart, and not being attached to attaining the Tao, is the right path to bliss."

Zen Master Lingzhen also smiled and said, "What Brother Lingche said seems to be inspired. Recently, I have argued with the old Taoist Yuchi again. The name of 'Fake Taoist True Zen' is indeed not false!"

Abbot Lingche nodded slightly, his eyes clear and untainted: "Not bad! Fellow Taoist Yuchi came to discuss the debate, how could I be afraid of the formation? However, Fellow Taoist Yuchi is a wonderful person, with a square outside and a round inside. It is not in vain that book "Mahabharat Yoga" that I gave him during the "Dialogue of Buddhism and Taoism" in the White Horse Temple."

"What is the result of the senior brother and he argue with each other?" Zen Master Lingzhen said again.

"Of course, he was speechless and speechless, and the bets he brought were also left behind." Abbot Lingche turned his head slightly and looked at a corner of the Main Hall: the Arhat raised the bowl and the Arhat statue of the Arhat, and several large bags of grain were lying quietly there.

Zen Master Lingzhen said strangely: "If you don't have anything to do, you won't go to the Three Treasures Hall. This old Taoist Yuchi suddenly came to the door. I'm afraid it's not just here to donate rice and grain?"

Abbot Lingche smiled faintly and said, "He came for another matter. He wanted to ask me to persuade the palace envoy not to be obsessed with searching for the "Shui Sword". And he also told the truth about the secrets from eighteen years ago... I realized that there is no "Shui Sword" in the world. Whether it is the palace envoy or the rivers and lakes in the Tongyuan Canal, he was thinking about it and wanted to seize the magic sword, but in the end he could only get a waste of water."

Zen Master Lingzhen heard Abbot Lingche's retelling, and after a while, he murmured: "So that's it."
Chapter completed!