The old monk shook his head and sighed: "Idiot, it seems that your chanting is useless. After a while, go for a walk in the secular world. See the world and broaden your mind."
"Go down the mountain?!" Fa Jing raised his head and said in surprise: "Abbot, can I go down the mountain?"
Disciples of Landa Temple are not allowed to go down the mountain at will unless their martial arts practice reaches a certain level or their Buddhist practice is profound enough to prevent them from being contaminated by the mundane world.
If you don't meet these two requirements, how can you go down the mountain? You must know that the rules of Landa Temple are strict and no one can be violated.
The old monk smiled and said: "You can't go down the mountain by yourself, but it doesn't matter if you go with Kong. The law is not fixed and needs to be flexible. Whether you are a human being or practicing martial arts, you need to have this spirit of flexibility. You can't understand this.
How to practice martial arts?"
Kai is, abbot." Heshi, who is pure in law and sincerely convinced.
While the old monk was talking, he slowly opened the envelope in his hand, took out the plain paper and took a look. His expression suddenly became condensed, and his frosty brows slowly rose, as if there was a strong wind blowing against his head.
His skinny hands changed rapidly, and Fa Jing was stunned to see that his skinny hands seemed to be inflated. In the blink of an eye, they became round and crystal clear, as if they were carved from white jade, with a warm luster.
He held the plain paper in his hands and trembled slightly, his frosty eyebrows slowly fluttering, getting more and more fierce, and his clear eyes became clearer and clearer, as if the sun was shining on the two pools of autumn water.
As his hands changed, his face also changed. The wrinkles like dead trees disappeared little by little. It was as if time was reversed. His old face slowly turned into a middle-aged man, and then completely into a young man.
It's a different person.
Fa Jing swallowed his saliva and was dumbfounded. Although he knew that the abbot's martial arts was extremely profound and no one knew how deep it was, he still felt so shocked when he saw all this that was beyond ordinary people's imagination.
After a while, the old monk turned into a young man, about twenty years old, full of flesh and blood, full of energy, and radiant. You would never believe that he was an old man.
Fa Jing was stunned and felt that the abbot in front of him was not much older than Senior Brother Kong.
"Abbot..." He couldn't help but call softly in a weak voice that sounded like a shēn moan. He was extremely unconfident, fearing that he had made a mistake and called the wrong person.
The old monk suddenly trembled, his body moved, and a blood arrow shot towards Fa Jing. He quickly stepped back to avoid it, and the blood arrow sprayed onto the wall behind him, forming a cloud of blood.
"Abbott!" Fa Jing shouted in surprise.
The old monk slowly raised his eyes, and the flesh and blood on his face quickly faded and shrank, returning to his original old state. Everything just now seemed to be an illusion.
"Alas..." The old monk shook his head and sighed, slowly putting the plain paper on the couch, shaking his head and saying, "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."
"Abbot, are you okay?" Fa Jing asked with concern.
The old monk shook his head and smiled: "A little injury, nothing serious."
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"Abbot, what's going on?" Fa Jing asked curiously, and then asked: "What kind of mental method does the abbot practice, so that he can rejuvenate his youth!"
It was really amazing that there was such skill in the world that could rejuvenate one's youth. He was so curious that he couldn't help but ask.
The old monk shook his head and said: "The sky is going to change..." Fajing, go and call the nine elders and Kong Kong."
"Yes, Abbot." Fa Jing responded respectfully, and then said: "Abbot, what kind of mental method are you practicing? Can I practice it?"
"The Great Nirvana Sutra." The old monk said slowly.
Fa Jing immediately shut up and murmured: "So this is the Maha Nirvana Sutra. No wonder, it is indeed amazing!"
This Great Nirvana Sutra is a secret teaching in the temple and the most advanced secret. However, the cultivation requirements are extremely strict. It is not based on the foundation of martial arts, but on the cultivation of Buddhism.
If your Buddhist practice has not reached a certain level and your faith is not firm enough, you will not be able to complete the Mahanirvana Sutra, and your efforts will be in vain.
He had never heard of anyone practicing the Mahanirvana Sutra in the temple. He did not expect that the abbot actually practiced it and had such advanced cultivation. It was really an eye-opener.
"Fajing, go quickly!" the old monk said warmly.
"Yes, yes, abbot." Fajing responded hurriedly, and Heshi bowed and exited the Zen room.
In just a few minutes of tea, nine old monks and a young monk walked slowly to the small courtyard and entered the Zen room. Their steps were light and silent, and their movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, indescribably graceful.
The old monk seemed unaware of the arrival of the crowd. He closed his eyes slightly, slowly moved his beads, and murmured inaudibly to himself.
The nine old monks have different looks, some are as skinny as bamboo poles, some are as round as Maitreya, some are as cold as rocks, some are as gentle as spring breeze, and have different temperaments.
But the same thing is that their cultivation is extremely advanced, every move is as calm as water, and there is a unique charm in their actions.
The young monk has handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, especially the eyebrows that go into his temples, like two swords thrust upward, adding a bit of radiance to his jade-like face. He is exactly what Li Muchan had seen Kong Kong.
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Li Konghe Tithe: "Master, what's the matter?"
The old monk slowly opened his eyes, his clear eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on Kong's face, and sighed: "Kong, early this morning, the Mei Donor of the Canghai Sword Sect sent a letter."
"Mei Ruolan?" He raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "She came to deliver the letter in person. She must have something important to do, right?"
Mei Ruolan's name is now resounding throughout the world. When she first practiced dual cultivation with Li Muchan, her cultivation level far surpassed that of the others. Although she did not reach Wen Yin Yue's realm, she was not far behind. This is something Kong Shen understands.
, they had fought against each other twice. Mei Ruolan was not only good at martial arts and beautiful, but also shrewd and capable in her actions. She looked like a Wen Yin Yue. She had handled several major events in this period, and she had done them all very well and gained a good reputation.
Rilong, she personally delivered the letter. It was obviously a matter of great importance and was by no means an easy matter.
The old monk shook his head: "It's not a big deal, it's just a letter of apology."
"Who?!" Liao Kong asked with a frown.
The old monk said slowly: "Li Zhanran."
"Is it him?!" Kong Jianmei Yixuan said in a deep voice, "He has left seclusion?"
The old monk sighed softly, shook his head and said: "I really didn't expect that he has reached such a state!"...If you are empty, you are not as good as him."
Liao Kong nodded calmly and said, "Master, I am indeed not as good as him."
"Okay, if you can say that, I feel relieved. Let's take a look. This is his relative." The old monk slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the plain paper on the couch and handed it over.
After taking it, Liao Kong glanced around, wanting to see what he had written, so he asked his master to call him and the nine elders to come over and watch it together.
"Bang!" He suddenly bent over and took a steady stance with his legs, his feet collapsed three inches into the ground.
His gray monk robes bulged out as if they were inflated, and his eyes were shining brightly, lighting up the Zen room, making people afraid to look directly at him.
After a moment of stalemate, Lukong spat out a blood arrow and shot it at the old monk directly in front. He flicked his sleeves lightly, the window opened, and the blood arrow was rolled out.
Luo Kong's face turned gray in an instant, as if he had been injured after a big battle. His fingers were trembling slightly, and he couldn't hold the plain paper, so he wanted to drop it.
The old monk took the plain note and sighed: "Isn't it awesome?"
"That's amazing!" Liao Kong gasped and nodded, with a helpless smile: "I am getting further and further away from him."
The old monk said warmly: "It's clear that the Canghai Sword Sect is showing signs of renaissance. We must avoid its edge."
Liao Kong frowned and raised his eyebrows, lowered them again, and nodded slowly: "I don't know when I will be able to catch up. Master, this disciple is incompetent!"
The old monk waved his hand and said with a smile: "Lokong, you are already the most outstanding disciple among all the generations. It's a pity that I met him at the wrong time."
"Brother, what's going on?" asked an old monk who was as skinny as a bamboo pole.
The old monk handed over the plain paper and sighed: "Junior Brother Xingming, this is a letter sent by Canghai Li Zhanran. Please take a good look at it."
"It's just a letter!" The old monk Xingming smiled and shook his head: "You can say that the Canghai Sword Sect is on the verge of revitalization with just one letter, senior brother, it's too exaggerated!"
As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head to look at the plain paper. Then he swung violently, retreated violently, hit the wall behind him, broke the wall with a bang, and disappeared into the Zen room.
The other old monks did not move, but just watched with smiles. When they saw Kong's condition, they knew something was wrong, and it was normal for such a situation to occur.
After a while, the old monk Xingming came in through the broken hole. His face seemed to be coated with a layer of gold powder, and he looked a little angry. He said angrily: "What a Li Zhanran!"
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"Junior Brother Xingming, it's time to change your temper." The old monk shook his head and smiled: "Why can't you get rid of your reckless habits?"
A chubby old monk chuckled and said: "Brother, the so-called Buddha Dharma is boundless, but it is also endless. He can't get rid of this habit!"
The old monk shook his head and said: "Junior brother Xingkong, you might as well take a look. This Li Zhanran and Don Li are really a genius. He can contain a trace of sword energy in words. His cultivation is really amazing. I can't do it."
"Okay, let me take a look!" The chubby old monk said with an empty smile, took the clear plain paper, lowered his head and glanced at it, his face suddenly changed, and he slapped out a fierce palm.
The old monk waved his sleeves and welcomed the "bang". A muffled thunder boomed in everyone's ears. Fajing swayed a few times, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his eyesight turned black for a while, and he was about to faint.
Liao Kong stood next to him, put his palms on his vest, and through an internal force, he quickly turned around and regained his clarity. Finally, it stopped in his stomach, resolving the waves of vomiting.
The old monk Xingkong slowly raised his head and took a long breath: "What a powerful sword energy!"
The other seven old monks looked at it separately, and they all had their own differences, but their faces were not very good-looking. The atmosphere in the room became heavy and they remained silent.
The old monk slowly said: "As the saying goes, talented people emerge from generation to generation. In the past thirty years, Nangong Donor has dominated the world. It seems that in the next thirty years, Li Zhanran will catch up."
"Brother Abbot, maybe both of us will suffer a lose-lose situation!" the old monk Xingming snorted.
The abbot shook his head and sighed: "Both of them are extremely smart. Donor Nangong has no intention of competing for fame and fortune and will not fight head-on with Donor Li."
"Alas," we are really unlucky. We made a mistake. We thought we were going to be number one in the world, but we never thought that Li Zhanran would appear again!" Xingming, an old monk, said angrily.
The old monk, the abbot, smiled and said: "God's will is unavoidable. It seems that the opportunity has not come yet, so there is no need to worry..."... If it's empty, you can go down the mountain in the next few days, take Fajing to Canghai Mountain, and meet this donor Li for a while!
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"Yes, Master!" Liao Kong nodded slowly.
Fa Jing said hurriedly: "Thank you, Abbot!"
The old monk smiled and shook his head and said: "Fajing, when this donor Li met Lokong, he was just a mediocre player, but now he has become one of the best in the world. He has his own merits. Go and experience him."
His style may be helpful to you.”
Fa Jing He Shi Dao: "Disciple understands."
The old monk turned to Kong: "Kong, this time go to the Canghai Sword Sect and tell them clearly about the misunderstanding at the beginning. Turn the hostility into friendship. As monks, we will get rid of greed, anger and ignorance, and there will be no more disputes."
Liao Kong nodded slowly, Heshi bowed lightly, and left without saying anything more.
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In the early morning, Li Muchan was sleeping in with Mei Ruolan in his arms. Under the brocade quilt, holding Mei Ruolan's soft and plump body like mutton-fat white jade was truly a supreme enjoyment, and Li Muchan enjoyed it endlessly.
Mei Ruolan was sleeping more deeply, her hair was spread like a waterfall, her cheeks were slightly red, and her jiāo was as bright as a begonia.
Suddenly, footsteps came from the edge of the small courtyard, and Xiao Yuan's crisp voice rang out: "Sister Xiaolu, Sister Xiaolu!"
Mei Ruolan woke up, pushed Li Muchan, and said in a loud voice: "Xiaoyuan?"
Xiao Yuanjiao hummed: "Sister Xiaolu, Monk Liao Kong from Landuo Temple is here. The master is calling Zhan Ran to come over!"
"Let's go now!" Mei Ruolan said hurriedly.
She stood up and put on a moon-white silk pajamas, then pushed Li Muchan up, went out and brought water in, asking him to wash up quickly so that he could go to see the guests.
Liao Kong of Landa Temple is not an ordinary figure. He is the direct disciple of Landa Temple in the martial arts world. He is a representative figure of the secular world. He represents Landa Temple and cannot be ignored.
Li Muchan's hands were not honest and he went to rub her suxiong. He smiled lazily and said, "Don't worry, let him wait for a while. It will be a disturbing dream in the morning!"
Mei Ruolan rolled her eyes at him: "Monk Kong is not that courageous. If you are negligent, you might fall out, so you'd better hurry up!"
Li Muchan chuckled and said, "He wants to fall out, so he'd love to see if he has the guts!"
Mei Ruolan patted the back of his hand and said angrily: "Okay, don't cause trouble for us, hurry up!"
Li Muchan became lazy, and after washing, he went to the Tai Chi Hall. Wen Yinyue and Master Zhuzhao were both there. He was wearing a gray monk's robe. He was handsome and handsome. If he hadn't been a monk, he would have smitten countless women.
He stood upright, with a straight waist and a tall and handsome figure, just like a jade tree standing in the wind, with an impressive bearing and a radiant look.
As soon as Li Muchan entered the door, Master Zhuzhao said angrily: "Look at you, the sun is so high, and you still want to sleep, how can you look good at all!"
She was wearing a jade monk's robe, her face was like white jade, and she said angrily: "Come here and see Master Kong!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's so empty, how can we never meet again in life!"
In front of Master Zhuzhao, he did not have the demeanor of a master of the first generation. He was quite lazy and said with a smile: "You are still so handsome. It is a pity that such a good person has become a monk!"
Li Kongheshi smiled: "Brother Li, are you okay?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I'm very bad. I was in seclusion well, but when I was about to enter a good state, it was interrupted. It ruined my cultivation. You Landuo Temple is too bullying!"
Liao Kong smiled: "Brother Li's great progress in martial arts, I'm glad to congratulate him!"
Li Muchan waved his hand, turned to Fa Jing, and said with a smile: "This young master looks at me. He must be able to walk down the mountain at such a young age."
"Donor Li, thank you for the award." Fa Jing smiled naively.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "But my cultivation is still a little bit behind. Practice hard and strive to defeat Kong. Don't let him be so arrogant and arrogant!"
Fa Jing scratched his head at a loss, not knowing how to answer. He never expected that Li Muchan would look like this, completely different from what he had thought before.
According to his guess, at such an age and with such a level of cultivation, he is naturally like Senior Brother Liao Kong, with an awe-inspiring demeanor and a commanding presence that makes it impossible for anyone to feel offended.
Now that I saw him, it was completely different. Not only did he not have dignity, but he had a playful smile on his face, without any momentum or dignity at all.
He stood with Senior Brother Lukong and was immediately compared to him. His appearance was ordinary and he had no aura at all. In addition, he had a lazy look on his face, making it difficult to respect him.
Liao Kong shook his head and smiled: "Brother Li, why do you need to be sarcastic? The young monk is here to resolve the conflict."
Li Muchan snorted: "Apologise?"
Liao Kong nodded slowly and said with a smile: "Yes, if there was any offense before, I hope you will forgive me."
Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Master Liaokong is serious. It's just a little dispute of temper. It's not a big deal. There's no need to take it so seriously."
Li Muchan shook his head and said, "Excuse me, if you ask me, you Landuo Temple disciples should change your bad attitude. You should have the aura of being the best in the world, as if everyone has to listen to you."
Liao Kong smiled slightly and said, "Brother Li misunderstood."
Li Muchan snorted and darkened his face: "If this happens again next time, I won't give you face. I will go to Landuo Temple in person to ask for an explanation."
Liao Kong shook his head: "Junior brother Liao Ming misunderstood the disciples of your sect this time, so that's why he behaved like this. Junior brother Liao Ming is so angry that he really shouldn't."
Li Muchan's cold face thawed again and he smiled: "Kong, have you noticed that there is something wrong with your Landaduo's martial arts?"
"What's the problem?" Liao Kong was startled.
Li Muchan said with a smile: "Nine out of ten of your disciples are timid and irritable. It's no accident. It's because their mentality is too paranoid... Hey, it's because they are not good at practicing Buddhism, right?"
Liao Kong nodded slowly: "Brother Li is aware of everything. It's true. Disciples in the temple rarely go down the mountain to walk."
Fa Jing was eager to try, always wanting to find out Li Muchan's background, but when he saw that Senior Brother Kong didn't even mention that he had no intention of taking action, he was itchy.@.