Baoye Temple is located at the top of Baoye Peak.

The strange peaks and rocks of Baoye Peak are all covered with ice and snow, and under the sunlight, they shine with silver light.

The yellow tiles and red walls of Baoye Temple are filled with the vicissitudes of time, every brick and stone.

Fakong shook his head.

The Vajra Temple needs to be repainted every year to keep the temple as clean as new. You should take care of the temple just like you take care of the dust in your own soul.

The practice of the Vajra Temple is to wipe it frequently to keep it clean, tidy and new.

But this Baoye Temple is obviously taking a different approach.

The paint on the temple is peeling off and it is dilapidated.

The ground outside the temple is not bad, it is paved with red mud and there is no ice or snow.

He came to the open door of the temple and coughed lightly.

A young monk walked out of the temple and titheed: "Amitabha, poor monk Shanfeng, I don't know what senior brother is..."

"Amitabha, the poor monk Fakong of Vajra Temple, came here to pay homage to Master Wuchen, the abbot of your temple." Fakong returned the favor.

The young monk was skinny, with a layer of dirt covering his handsome face, as if he hadn't taken a shower in several years.

You can tell at a glance that this young monk is a master. With such cultivation, even if he rolls naked on the snow a few times, he will not be so dirty.

"King Kong Temple...Fakong..." Young monk Shanfeng murmured, and then looked at Fakong curiously: "Fakong--?!"

Fa Kong smiles.

This monk Shanfeng obviously recognized himself and knew his reputation.

"Wait a moment." Shanfeng said hurriedly, turned around and rushed into the temple.

Fa Kong waits quietly.

After a while, Shan Feng came back like a gust of wind, and He Shi said: "Senior Brother Fakong, please follow me."

Fa Konghe Shi, follow him as he goes inside.

As soon as you step into the gate of Baoye Temple, you will see a grand Mahavira Hall, full of incense and filled with Buddha statues.

Fa Kong’s inner eye has long been opened, and he can see clearly inside and outside.

This Baoye Temple does not belong to Shangjiu Temple, nor does it belong to Zhongjiu Temple, and its martial arts cultivation is not considered top-notch.

It's just that their minds are strange, they practice asceticism, and their lifespans are exceptionally long.

If you can practice diligently, your life span can reach 200 years.

This is an incredible achievement.

From what I can see, there are more than 300 disciples in Baoye Temple, which is far behind those in Vajra Temple.

The level of cultivation is not ordinary, and most of them are at the level of masters. It is obvious that Baoye Temple's spiritual practice progresses very quickly.

However, after reaching the Grand Master level, it is almost impossible to break through the first level.

In the entire temple, there are only three first-rank officials, and the remaining first-rank officials are not in the temple.

What surprised Fakong was that these monks from Baoye Temple often had a faint brilliance on the back of their heads, and they all had sexual light.

Except for the three first-grade ones, all other sexual qualities are not perfect.

But it is already rare to condense the sexual light.

As long as you find the path of cultivation and keep going up, it will be easy to achieve perfection.

The most difficult step is to condense the light. They have already done it, and the rest is much easier, but they are stuck.

Fakong shook his head secretly, feeling it was a pity.

Compared with the Vajra Temple, the disciples of Baoye Temple are indeed far better at cultivating their mind and nature, but unfortunately there are still some problems with the inheritance.

He followed the good wind and came to a small courtyard.

There are three monks in the small courtyard, one middle-aged monk and two old monks, both of whom are at the first level.

And they were all as dry as pine branches, with not much flesh on them.

"Fakong has met Abbot Wuchen." Fakong saluted the middle-aged monk, and then saluted the two old monks.

The three of them returned the favor.

Wuchen had kind-faced features and kind eyes. He was small and skinny. He was wearing a cassock like a child wearing an adult's clothes. He smiled and said, "How come Fa Kong has time to come to our temple? He is really a rare visitor."

Fakong is now a world-famous divine monk, and he is also a disciple of Vajra Temple, while Baoye Temple is just an ordinary temple that does not enter the upper or middle ninth grade. I really didn’t expect that Fakong would come here.

Fakong smiled and said: "Although the juniors are famous, they all benefit from Buddhist mantras and magical powers. The accumulation of Buddhist dharma is still not enough, so this time I want to visit our 108 temples in Daxue Mountain to learn the Buddhist dharma from each temple one by one, and strive to improve

Buddhism.”

"Amitabha, you are so good." Wuchen said slowly: "Fakong, you are worthy of having great wisdom. For us Daxueshan disciples, Buddhism is the foundation, and the rest are all small paths. Although the martial arts and mental methods of our temple are ordinary

, but the mysteries of Buddhism are not inferior to those of other temples."

Fakong nodded: "All the disciples of my Guangui Temple are condensed with the light of nature, only short of perfection. They are really respectable and admirable."

"Fakong, can you see the light of sex?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded: "The two seniors in the tower garden in the northwest corner are already close to consummation, and they are just one step away."

"Uncles Kong Ming and Kong Hui." Wuchen looked at the two old men.

They nodded slightly and then shook their heads.

Fakong said: "It's a pity that the lifespan of the two seniors is about to end, just this month. If we can go further, we can extend our lives. If not..."

"Amitabha." Wuchen declared the Buddha's name: "Life and death are just coming and going. Our fate with this whirlpool world will be over. It is also a blessing to be freed from our worries."

"Great compassion is also great kindness." Fakong nodded.

Wuchen understood in his heart that the two master uncles could not break through to the first level. The closer their longevity was, the more they could not escape.

The more you are unable to achieve liberation, the less likely you are to step into the first level.

The two master uncles are destined to have no chance of reaching the first level in this life, and they can only hope to continue practicing in the next life.

Fakong said: "I may be able to lend a helping hand to the two seniors."

"Um--?"

"But you two seniors need to trust me. If you have doubts, there is nothing you can do." Fa Kong said with a smile.

Wuchen called the young novice monk outside to come in and asked his two uncles to come over.

After a while, two haggard old monks walked in slowly. They were in good spirits and did not look like they were about to live long.

Wuchen repeated what Fa Kong said and looked at the two of them: "Two master uncles, since Fa Kong is here, it is your opportunity. Believe him or not, just follow the wishes of the two master uncles."

The two of them looked at Fakong.

Fakong was wearing a purple gold cassock, and he stood calmly and calmly, as if he were a distant mountain peak.

The two old monks paid tithes to Dharma Kong: "Please——!"

Fakong smiled and suddenly a stick appeared in his hand.

This wooden stick was about the thickness of a baby's arm and one meter long. It hit the two old monks head-on, and they shouted: "Duh!"

This loud shout was like thunder, making everyone dizzy.

One stick hit the Baihui point of an old monk, and the other stick hit the Baihui point of another old monk.

When the stick fell, they closed their eyes and remained motionless as if they had fainted.

When Wu Chen and the other two old monks came to their senses, Kong Ming and Kong Hui had already passed out and were motionless.

"Uncle Master!" Wuchen said solemnly.

The big stick in Fakong's hand has disappeared, he shook his head and said: "Abbott, wait a moment, let's see if they can understand."

Wuchen looked at Fakong and shook his head helplessly: "Fakong, your method is really..."

Fakong smiled and said, "It seems that the abbot doesn't believe me."

"...That's all." Wuchen could only shut up.

It's too late to say anything now, but I hope Fukong won't kill him, but this method is too bizarre.

But Fakong got it from a public case he heard in his previous life, which gave him a wake-up call.

Draw inspiration from this and make improvements.

Integrate the Pure Heart Mantra and change it to enhance the effect of enlightenment.

As soon as they stopped shouting, their minds suddenly became empty.

With another stroke of the stick, the Purifying Mantra hit their heads, followed by a vague sense of transcendence to help them.

The two old monks stared at Kong Ming and Kong Hui closely, feeling something strange.

After more than a dozen breaths, Kong Ming and Su Hui began to faintly emit strange auras, while Fa Kong saw the sex light behind their heads gradually light up, gradually become fuller, and then began to become complete, as bright as the bright moon.
To be continued...