Two horses were exhausted in the middle, and Xuan Ye finally arrived at the foot of Chonglin Mountain.
Looking at the temple on the steep peak, the fatigue of traveling for days is gone.
I can finally let go of my inner demons.
He climbed the mountain along the ancient path and soon arrived at the entrance of the temple.
What is different from imagination is that this temple is built on the mountain, with layers upon layers, like a ladder of clouds and water, all the way to the golden top.
Looking at the golden tiles and red walls, there are countless incense houses and attics. There are three tripods of green stoves standing in the square, with incense and smoke, and clouds and mist.
There are so many worshipers in the temple, rubbing shoulders and heels, all showing piety and chanting the name of the Buddha in low voices.
The monks in the temple, wearing golden Buddhist robes with smiles on their faces, ushered the worshipers in as if they were guests.
This is really different from the Buddhist Qingxiu place in Xuan Ye's impression. It is extremely majestic and comparable to a palace.
The monks inside don't have the slightest attitude of eminent monks, just like ordinary people. The temple is not like a temple, and the monks are not like monks. Is this "Great Brahma Heart Sutra" really hidden here?
Now that he is here, he can only walk in with the crowd, receive the incense and move forward.
It took a full hour to reach the first hall.
There is a statue of the King of Heaven on it, which can ward off evil spirits and protect peace.
Xuan Ye bowed down and put in the incense money. He wanted to ask the monk about the "Great Brahma Heart Sutra", but he was pushed away by the crowd and walked to the second hall.
A full four hours passed before he arrived in front of the Tathagata Hall. There were far fewer pilgrims here, and he finally found an opportunity to speak to the elder who was chanting sutras at the door.
"Elder, may I ask if your temple has the Great Brahma Heart Sutra?"
The elder opened his eyes and looked at Xuan Ye, with a strange look in his eyes. After a while, he continued to close his eyes and chant sutras. "Donor, please burn incense."
Xuan Ye had just offered incense. Seeing the monk's expression, he must know something, so he continued to ask. "Elder, does your temple have the Great Brahma Heart Sutra? Can I borrow it?"
"Come on, fragrant!" The monk's voice became colder and he sounded a little impatient.
Xuan Ye had no choice but to turn around and go to burn incense. However, he found a young novice monk who had come out of the hall and waved to him.
He was so happy that he followed the young novice out of the back door and headed towards the Golden Summit. However, he turned around halfway and came to the back mountain.
Compared with the front door, the back mountain seems deserted and the houses are relatively ordinary, more similar to the Buddhist land in the impression.
The young novice led him to the front of the main hall, signaled to wait here, then turned and left.
Xuan Ye stood for a long time and saw no one there. Just as he was about to step into the hall, he felt a cold wind coming and hurriedly retreated.
He swung his palm into the air, then swung his palm again. The powerful energy was like a wild lion, landing on Xuan Ye's chest and sending him flying away.
An old monk, wearing a red robe and cassock, stood in front of the temple and asked in a cold voice: "Are you the one who wants to borrow the Brahma Heart Sutra?"
Xuan Ye got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and cursed secretly that this was not an eminent Buddhist monk, he would beat people as soon as they met.
But being beaten is a small thing, and the Brahma Heart Sutra is a big one.
He bowed and bowed. "I am in urgent need of saving my life from the Great Brahma Heart Sutra. Please show mercy to the elders and lend it to me for one night."
"How dare you, my secret treasure of Buddhism, be contaminated by a murderer like you!" After the old monk finished speaking, he took out the wooden fish from his waist and recited Buddhist scriptures.
These Buddhist sutras reached Xuan Ye's ears, causing his heart and veins to resonate, his internal organs burning like a raging fire, and even the energy in his body was deprived of him.
Faintly, it was as if Qi and blood were attacking the heaven, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
"Mei'er!" He shouted in a low voice, but was shocked when no one responded.
Ever since she entered the realm of Chonglin Mountain, Gu Meier seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and never made a sound again.
With no hope of help, Xuan Ye could only bite the tip of his tongue to expel the sound of Buddhist scriptures from his mind. As soon as he lifted his long pen, he was surrounded by a group of warrior monks who suddenly appeared.
All kinds of fists and kicks were thrown at him, and he was shaken from side to side like a puppet.
Before he had time to react, the monks beat him to pieces and threw him into the creek through the back door.
A cold moonlit night, a cold stream.
Xuan Ye slowly climbed to the shore, feeling severe pain in his body. He also received dozens of punches on his face, and the redness and swelling remained.
"These bald donkeys are so cruel!"
He cursed softly, got up quietly, and heard a Buddha's call coming from beside him. He was so frightened that he took out his spiritual pen, only to find that it was the old monk he met in Huijiang City.
"Amitabha, donor, long time no see."
Xuan Ye looked at the smiling old monk. His righteousness was nowhere to be found, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he had to endure it silently.
"Very good, you have learned to control your anger, very good!" The old monk laughed and walked away.
Xuan Ye really didn't understand why monks liked to play riddles. But he could feel that the old monk was helping him, so he hurried after him.
"Master, can you help me suppress my inner demons?"
The old monk turned back with a puzzled look on his face. "What is suppression? Demons arise from the heart and are called inner demons. If the benefactor wants to destroy the heart, it is best to escape into Buddhism!"
Xuan Ye didn't understand, so he could only follow the old monk closely to the side entrance of the temple.
The monk guarding the gate glanced at Xuan Ye and did not stop him. He just said in a low voice, "Uncle Master, you are bringing people back to the temple again. I'm afraid the abbot will be unhappy again."
"Hey, his bones are so strong, he can chop wood and carry water." The old monk winked at Xuan Ye and stepped into the door first.
Xuan Ye could only agree and followed him into the courtyard, but was stopped by the monk guarding the door.
"Donor, wait a minute. You are not a monk in this temple and can only live in the woodshed. Please come with me."
Xuan Ye saw that the old monk had long disappeared, so he could only go to the woodshed to stay.
After staying up all night, just after dawn the next day, someone asked him to get up and go to the backyard to chop wood.
For him in the transformation stage, it is not difficult. He can easily chop a pile of firewood into pieces with a wave of energy.
However, this move was laughed at and scolded by the old monk who appeared in the courtyard at some unknown time.
"With this ability, the donor can live anywhere, and does not have to settle in this small ruined temple. If you are really sincere, you should not rely on external help. Although practice is hard, it is also tiring!"
After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and left the backyard.
Xuan Ye wanted to chase them out, but looking at the firewood all over the courtyard, he picked up the ax and chopped it one by one.
He didn't understand why he did this at first. It's not difficult to chop wood. It's just that you can use Qi Jin to handle a bunch of wood at once, while using an ax can only chop wood one by one.
After chopping for a long time, Xuan Ye's heart began to become impetuous, and the force of the chopping became more and more fierce, until the wooden platform used as a cushion was split into pieces.
The huge noise attracted the monks in the temple. After seeing the wooden platform being smashed, they immediately chanted the name of the Buddha.
"Amitabha, Amitabha, this old tree root has been with the young monk for decades, but it still cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain. Donor, please let the poor monk bury it!"
Xuan Ye stood there in shame and suddenly woke up. When did his patience become so bad?
He looked at the ax in his hand, then at the firewood all over the yard, and continued to chop.
Time flew by and three days passed.
After a day's work, Xuan Ye just walked into the woodshed and saw the old monk lying in a pile of straw, sleeping soundly, and the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.
"Oh, you're back!" The old monk smiled and burped from the wine.
Xuan Ye quickly bowed and bowed. "Master, what about suppressing inner demons?"
"Hey, I just came here to see how you are doing? Are you used to eating?"
Xuan Ye was speechless. Thanks to three days of chopping firewood, his mood became much calmer. He nodded and said, "I'm used to it. Thank you for your concern, Master."
"That's good." The old monk stretched out and dropped an item from his waist. He scratched his itch and walked out the door. "I've had enough sleep. Let's get some wine and food."
Xuan Ye frowned, but hesitantly called out to the old monk. "Master, you have lost something!"
However, the old monk didn't even look back and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Xuan Ye could only pick up the item and found that it was an old piece of bamboo. After touching it carefully, it looked like it was made of jade. It felt cool and refreshing in the palm of his hand.
Injecting spiritual power, a stream of light rushed into my mind, filled with obscure words.
"The emptiness of all things, the cessation of birth and destruction, the cessation of illusion, the perfection of Nirvana...and then the cessation of death."
Although he did not understand the Buddhist teachings, he still learned how to chant sutras and chanted them until he fell asleep.
At this time, the totem on the arm glowed, and Gu Meier quietly appeared and caressed the young man's thin face.
She stretched out her hand to touch the bamboo, but was burned by the emitted light, which immediately turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Xuan Ye's body.
…
Half a month passed quietly.
Xuanye spent the day chopping wood and carrying water, and at night chanting sutras.
Although it seems to have no effect on the surface, the demon blood has not been rioting recently, and his temper has become more and more stable.
After a busy day, he sat on a pile of straw and continued to chant.
Unknowingly, my mind gradually became selfless, and the spiritual power in my body also circulated around the world.
…
At this time, inside the main hall of Bi Ling Sect.
Mo Rufeng, the leader of the Bi Ling Sect, sat at the head, with Dongfang Sheng, the leader of the Dayun Sect, and Shi Chong, the leader of the Hualing Sect, sitting on both sides. Below them were more than a dozen elders from the three sects.
The youngest leader of the three sects is Mo Rufeng, who is only in his early forties. He is unsmiling and not angry. Although he is young, he is the head of the three sects.
Dongfang Sheng is the oldest among the three, with white eyebrows and thin appearance. He is also a serious-minded person, like a sheathed Leng Feng.
Shi Chong has half a hair and looks peaceful, but in fact he is the most ruthless among the three and is known as the Smiling Tiger.
At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and all eyes were focused on the little girl kneeling in the center with her head bowed.
"Tell me, what happened that day?" Mo Rufeng said coldly.
Liu Ya'er shrank back and repeated what she had said countless times.
It was all what she saw while hiding in the dark, from Xuan Ye's killing of Fang Shiru to the massacre of three sects at the mouth of the valley.
By the time he finished speaking, most of his face had turned pale, and he was covering his head with a look of pain on his face.
After hearing this, the heads of the three sects all frowned, and the elders below also had bad expressions.
In fact, the three sects had already sent troops to investigate Gujing Mountain, and Liu Ya'er was also picked up by the Bi Ling sect.
The tragedy at the scene has been reported in detail. This time the three sects gathered together to discuss how to deal with the matter.
"Sect Leader Mo, in my opinion, that person has probably become a demon." Dongfang Sheng spoke first.
After hearing this, Shi Chong laughed strangely, "I'm afraid everyone here knows about this. Why does the Dongfang Sect Master need to say more? What we are discussing now is how to deal with him!"
"You two, it's better not to quarrel at this time." Mo Rufeng said with a cold face, he was worried about this matter, secretly cursing these two old immortals for having the intention to quarrel.
"I...I think I heard Master say that that person is very similar to the person who was issued a fatwa!" Liu Ya'er added.