The journey to Liangchan Temple passed extremely slowly, in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes.
It was even more uncomfortable when Wen Hua was chirping, especially when he came running over and kept calling me Senior Sister, Xuanyuan Qingfeng really resisted the desire to do something.
Fortunately, Wen Hua has a sharp eye and doesn't dare to smile too much when looking at her face, haha.
What's more, you can see that Wen Hua often cuts the river with a broken wooden sword when he encounters it. When he encounters a high mountain, he cuts the mountain with a wooden sword. He clears roads across mountains and builds bridges when encountering water.
Can only be amused by street tricks.
Chen Jun was sitting in the carriage, listening to Wen Hua's babbling while practicing swordplay, holding a scroll of Taoism in his hand and looking at it in trance.
One Qi transforms three pure things!
This was the first time for him to read this supreme secret technique of Taoism.
It was not suitable for him in Beimang before, but now he has the time. After reading the half-secret technique, Chen Jun felt like he was gasping for air.
One Qi Transformation into Three Pure Ones, as the name suggests, is the process of refining three incarnations based on the original Qi, but the inner world is far from that simple.
This secret technique seemed to Chen Jun to be obscure and difficult to understand, and he didn't know how Yuan Qingshan made it.
But no matter what, this secret technique has great potential and is a big gain.
The carriage stopped and went, and it finally took more than three months to arrive at Langya County. In fact, most of it was spent on Wen Hua's sword practice.
Liangchan Temple is located next to Langya County. Countless eminent monks have emerged from this mountain temple. The most famous one recently, whose common name is Yang Taisui, is the emperor's teacher of the two dynasties today.
There are more than 3,000 recorded eminent monks from various dynasties and dynasties who passed away in the temple, and more than 200 of them were granted the title of national master. Starting from Hinayana Zen to Samatha and Insight Zen, to the Northern Wei Dynasty, thirty-six physical Bodhisattvas were present at the same time.
A translation field was opened on the mountain, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere. Eight hundred years ago, the founder of Zen Buddhism, Yiye, came across the sea and taught the Mahayana wall view, eventually becoming the ancestral palace of Buddhism.
In the past hundreds of years, Buddhism and Taoism have been fighting, and every ten years they have debated with Taoism. The Buddhist monks in this temple go to Longhu Mountain to discuss Taoism. But unlike the strict hierarchy of the Taoist ancestral court, there are not many rules here.
Pay attention, anyone can go up the mountain, and you can go anywhere on the mountain.
This is the unique Liangzen Temple.
Practicing Zen for oneself and Zen for others, Zen for oneself and Zen for others.
"Master, Master, it's not good~"
"Master, Master, it's not good~"
A young monk quickly shuttled through the pagoda forest at the back of the temple. This is the burial place for eminent monks from the two Zen temples. There are more than a thousand tombs and pagodas of different sizes, each with carved inscriptions. At a glance, it looks like a lush forest.
Soon the little monk wearing a light red cassock stopped because he saw a cute girl, "Stupid Nanbei, is there a monster chasing you?"
"No." He asked the monks from the north and south to stop suddenly and touch their shiny heads.
"No, you ran that fast?"
"Yes, I don't have to run away, but the old host said that there is a sword god and his disciples at the bottom of the mountain who want to demolish our two Zen temples, so he asked me to hire a master."
"Stupid Nanbei, go quickly, why are you stopping here?"
The girl took the little monk's hand and ran away. Saya ran very fast. Surprisingly, the little monk's face turned red and he liked this feeling.
The young monk met his master, and the girl met her father.
The monk in white was very tall and handsome, but his face was as ugly as a bitter gourd, as if the private money he had hidden yesterday had been discovered.
It is rare for a monk to have private money, but there is only one monk in the world who dares to marry a wife.
"Master, Master, it's not good."
"Why did I say such stupid things?" The girl slapped her mouth, "Ah, daddy, daddy is bad."
"What's wrong?" The monk in white yawned.
"Stupid Nanbei, tell me, you know it clearly."
The stupid monk was speechless. Touching the girl's soft and fragrant hand felt very comfortable, but suddenly there was a loud bang on the forehead, and the little monk said: "Master, why are you knocking me on the head?"
The monk in white asked: "Are the girls' hands soft, and are they fragrant?"
The young monk answered truthfully, "The thing is so soft to the touch and has a bit of fragrance. It smells good."
"Ah, Master, why are you still knocking me?"
"If you don't let me go yet, you're still knocking. What did you want to tell me before?"
"oh."
Only then did the young monk react, "Master, the old master said that there is a sword god at the bottom of the mountain and his disciples who want to demolish our two Zen temples. He asked you to come over."
"Master, the God of Swords. I heard that he can kill people with one sword from a thousand miles away. He seems to be very powerful. Can you beat him?"
The monk in white knocked down the chestnut again and sighed: "How did I know this?"
"Master!"
"I've already let go of my things, why are you still knocking my chestnut?" The little monk said angrily, "If you keep knocking me, I won't go with you, and I'll let you fight with that sword god alone."
"What can you do with your small body?"
The young monk said angrily: "I'm not even Master, but you refuse to teach me advanced martial arts. What can I do? After reading the boxing manuals on the three walls of the Thousand Buddha Hall for so many years, I really can't see how powerful they are."
The master had no sense of responsibility and said perfunctorily: "That's why they say you are a fool."
The little monk finally followed the master, and there was something behind him.
In the Thousand Buddha Hall of Liangchan Temple, the walls are painted with the Vajra Arhat Boxing Technique, which is lifelike. The ground is uneven, with a total of one hundred and eight small footprints. It is rumored in the world that this is the most powerful magical power of subduing demons in Liangchan Temple. , if anyone can face the wall and watch the boxing, and make one hundred and eight steps correctly, he can be firmly among the top three in martial arts in the world.
The two Zen temples in this hall carve Buddhas here every year, and so far there have been more than a thousand Buddha statues. The monk in white is not only the monument keeper of this generation, but also the statue monk of Thousand Buddha Hall.
At the moment, Chen Jun and the monk in white were sitting across from each other and talking, with two people standing behind them.
"I came all the way here, Li Beitan, but you didn't ask your wife to cook some food for me to try. That's not sincere."
The monk in white clothes drank some cold water, wiped his mouth and said: "I cook for my wife in the temple. I don't even have a good taste, so don't even think about it."
"Just drink boiled water?" Chen Jun raised the cracked white porcelain cup, "In Beimang, the empress made a meal for me with her own hands."
The monk in white said calmly: "It's good to have water to drink. You originally asked for 40% in Beimang, but finally asked for 30%. Everyone in the world thinks that your next target is to deal with the Liyang Dynasty, but few people know that you are here." Here, after all, how much do you want from Liangzen Temple?"
"Not much, the same number as Wudang, 20%!"
The monk in white curled his lips: "It's not bad."
"I have always been fair and honest, I am honest and trustworthy."
"What I'm saying is finish your drink quickly and finish work early."
Chen Jun put down the cup: "You are in such a hurry to fight, but I don't want to do it if you want. The Beimang side was injured a little. Although they are about the same, fighting is very troublesome. I am a sword god and you are a Buddha head. Can you think of it? It's a bit interesting, but the fighting is very vulgar, and it's innovative, you know?"
"That's good. I'll save myself the trouble of having to deal with the host."
The monk in white asked: "How do you want to innovate?"
"Isn't it popular in Liangchan Temple and Taoism to debate Taoism?"
"You are a very powerful disciple. I heard that Lord Subhadra, the last disciple of the Buddha, came to this world. I happened to have a disciple who was very talkative. Give him an education and let him know that the sky is high and the earth is high.
"
"Okay!" said the monk in white.
"Then it's settled."
Chen Jun suddenly turned around, leaving Wen Hua confused.
He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, show your usual demeanor. It's time to show off to your master."