Lanke Mountain is tall and majestic. Looking from a distance, it looks like the ridge of the sky.
But it is not just a mountain, but a series of mountains that stretch for an unknown amount of time, and there are countless temples in it.
The ancestral home of Zen Buddhism is Dayan Temple, but for thousands of years, it is Lanke Temple that has the most popular incense, the largest number of believers, the most temples, and the largest number of monks.
At this moment, just before dawn, the night is dark, moonless, and there are only a few stars. The huge Lanke Mountains are like a giant beast with countless tentacles, mysterious and dangerous.
At the top of the mountain, there is an ancient temple, a giant Buddha, and an old bodhi tree.
In addition, there is an old monk and a young monk.
The old monk wore a gray robe and looked sad, and the young monk wore a moon-white robe. In the night wind, both of them were looking at the mountains.
"Thirty years ago, Xu Wenji wrote a letter to govern the ten directions of the country, and the court was shocked. The peerless general, Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao in the West, came with his troops.
Zen Master Guangjue was defeated and almost died, so he had to hand over the magic pestle, as well as all the land, gold and silver, and tenant farmers..."
Looking down at the temples in the mountains that were in disrepair or collapsed, the old monk's face became increasingly sad:
"In the past thirty years, sixty-seven out of ten temples in Lanke Mountain have been abandoned, and they are still decreasing year by year..."
Speaking of this, Hui'an let out a long sigh:
"You have been looking at it for a long time, but can you count how many temples there are in Lanke Mountain?"
"The disciples did not count."
Su Ming clasped her hands together and answered calmly:
"But it should be no less than 1,300..."
Hui An looked sideways:
"Then you are here?"
"Look at people."
"Looking at people?"
Hui'an was startled and immediately looked down the mountain.
In the night, there are countless black spots in the mountains and forests, heading towards the temples all over the mountains and plains. As these black spots move around, candles light up in each temple.
"They're just incense burners, what's so interesting about them?"
Hui An was a little stunned.
Incense burners are actually believers at the foot of the mountain. Before dawn every day, they go to and from many temples in the mountain, bringing incense, candles, and food ingredients to replace many monks in lighting candles, burning incense, carrying water, cooking, cleaning, and washing...
But this has been a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years, and it has been like this every day, rain or shine, so much so that he did not expect that the 'Buddha's disciple' he had accepted was looking at this.
"Where Lanke Temple is located, the nearby mountains are not lower than a thousand feet. For an ordinary believer who has no martial arts and has to carry a heavy burden, it will probably take him a day and a night to go back and forth. If his legs and feet are quick and he knows the way..."
Suming said softly.
"I never noticed that."
Hui An shook his head slightly, but then said in a deep voice:
"Su Ming, you are now a disciple of Buddhism in my Lanke Temple. Reciting sutras, practicing Zen, teaching sutras and practicing martial arts are the right principles. Don't pay attention to some trivial matters."
As he said this, perhaps he was afraid that he would have random thoughts, so he added another sentence:
"These incense burners are all my faithful followers of Buddhism. This is their wish and their livelihood. Please don't think too much..."
"Master said that my disciples understand that these incense burners make a living by doing this. If this livelihood disappears, the whole family may lose their livelihood, but..."
Su Ming sighed:
"It's just that I really can't understand why the monks in the temple, who are full of energy and strong in body, have to ask others to do such small things as lighting candles, burning incense, carrying water, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry."
He walked from Qingzhou to Lanke Temple for six years. During these six years, he saw the lawlessness of officials, the robbery of the powerful beams, and the people who sold their bodies to bury their fathers and exposed their bodies in the wilderness.
This was a miserable world that he had never heard of or seen before leaving Black Mountain City.
The further he walked, the more confused he became.
He originally thought that when he came to this Buddhist holy land, Lanke Temple would get answers to his questions, but what he saw and heard was completely different from what he thought.
Lanke Mountain is high, majestic and beautiful, with thousands of magnificent temples and thousands of Buddha statues, some carved in white stone or gilded clay sculptures, which is spectacular...
Tens of thousands of monks live on high mountains, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, practicing Zen and practicing martial arts. They are so loud that they look like a holy land.
But in the mountains and at the foot of the mountains, there are hundreds of thousands or millions of people working day and night, supplying them with their flesh and blood, for generations, they are called believers, but they are actually serfs.
There are also great monks who enjoy themselves as much as they want, paying homage to the Buddha and preaching sutras during the day, and consecrating children at night.
Underneath the solemnity, there is actually dirt hiding...
"you……"
Hui'an heard the meaning of his words and wanted to scold him angrily, but thinking about his current status, her anger completely disappeared and she sighed:
"Participating in meditation and worshiping the Buddha is a big deal. If you stick to small things and chores, your mind will inevitably become dusty. Moreover, believers are willing to get close to the Buddha's land. How can we stop them?"
"Amitabha."
Put your hands together and recite the Buddha's name without hesitation.
"The great Zen Master Guangjue appointed you as a disciple of the Buddha and devoted all his efforts. Now that the Buddha's meeting is imminent, you must not talk nonsense and arouse people's taboo."
Maybe he thought it was a bit harsh, so Hui An added:
"If you feel that this matter is inappropriate, you can discuss it privately with the great Zen master after the Buddhist meeting. At this moment, be careful about your original intention and never be impulsive."
"My true heart..."
Su Ming murmured, feeling ashamed on his face:
"You are right, disciple, you should stick to your heart..."
"Um?!"
Hui An was nodding, but suddenly realized something was wrong:
"You, what are you going to do?!"
"Master, you know that Jialan is the Buddhist protector of Dharma, but do you know what Dharma Jialan protects?"
Faint golden light overflowed from Su Ming's body, soft but strong, and pushed the old monk Hui'an ten feet away. In the strong wind, the moon-white monk's clothes moved wildly.
"Su Ming, don't make a mistake!"
Hui An's expression suddenly changed.
He raised his energy and struck, but he couldn't push away the 'Great Vajra Power' in front of him, so he had to scold him sharply.
"Jialan is the god who protects Buddhism and the selfless Bodhisattva..."
In the flood of golden light, the trace of solemnity on Su Ming's face was dispelled by his angry eyes. He looked towards the dark cave and the temple in the candlelight:
"Ask me, Buddha, what should I do if there are evil spirits polluting my Buddha land, destroying my Dharma, misinterpreting scriptures, stealing temples, and deceiving believers..."
"Su Ming doesn't want..."
Hui'an's eyes were about to burst, and his voice became hoarse.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that this ignorant disciple who had followed him for more than ten years had already become an existence that he could not even grasp.
He felt great regret, but he couldn't stop it at all. He could only watch helplessly as the golden light rushed forward like a waterfall, turned into thunder and roared, tearing through the night and echoing in the mountains:
"Conquer the devil!"
"Conquer the devil!"
"Conquer the devil!"
…
…
Phew~
When he opened his eyes, he was still in a closed wooden house. When he closed his eyes, the first thing that emerged was still the boundless sea of stars. In the dark, he could sense the star corresponding to him.
Just wait for yourself to wipe it carefully and polish it slowly, and you can light it.
"Destiny map!"
After more than a year of searching, he finally found it today. Yang Yu couldn't help but feel relieved, but he couldn't help but think of his old man.
The old man's unusual luck puzzled him.
He himself has six purple lives, but he does not have such amazing luck...
As his thoughts turned, he began to think about the old man.
The old man is content with the status quo and is not very diligent in practicing martial arts, let alone the mysterious and mysterious immortal way. What he has done in recent years, related to his rank, seems to be creating humans...
etc!
"The old man's Dao Fruit is Yu Yin! Creating humans seems to be in line with his magical power, and..."
Yang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Fire Dragon, Sun Iron, Sansha Sanren, and even the original Broken Sword, these seem to be the legacy of the old man?!"
This thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but be excited. He didn't know what he thought of, so he turned back and took out the picture of the Blue Water and Cold Pond from the mustard seed space.
His message received no response, as if at the other end of the scroll, the Taiyi Sect had completely cut off its inheritance.
"Is it really cut off?"
A touch of regret flashed through his heart, Yang Yu glanced around and found what he wanted.
From Xu Shengyang, Xu Pingsheng to the last Gan Shanyue, their messages were mostly about venting their unspeakable emotions when they were out and about, but naturally there was also some spiritual practice experience in them.
What he found at this time was the conversation between Xu Shengyang and Lu Sheng.
[That monkey is so ferocious. I still remember that when I first saw it, it was just an ignorant and cruel little hozen. Who would have expected that it would have grown to such an extent in such a short period of time...]
[He acts violently and flamboyantly, but this is precisely the proof that he has no distracting thoughts, is in line with his own rank, and has magical powers. Those who practice the Tao at all times will naturally achieve results in a shortcut.
This is the essence of immortality, it’s not like you don’t know it]
[Having said that, I still feel envious. Like a monkey, the three altars and the sea meet along the way. It is extremely dangerous, but you can take a shortcut and practice it in one year, which may be better than what you and I have accomplished in a hundred years]
[If you follow the path, you will get the result. This is their original intention, so they will never go wrong. You and I have thousands of worries in our hearts. Even if we force ourselves to pretend and act, it is not the right path after all]
[I can act for one day, but I can’t act for every day...]
…
When he first saw this passage, Yang Yu couldn't understand it, but after getting some insights from the many magical masters in the destiny map, he figured it out a little bit.
"Be clear of distracting thoughts and be in line with your own rank... follow the path and get results... perform, pretend..."
"It fits, it fits..."
After chewing on the conversation between the two and comparing it with the old man, Yang Yu came to a surprising conclusion.
"Words and actions that match one's own rank and magical powers are the true meaning of immortal cultivation?!"
Yang Yu didn't know whether this conclusion was correct, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it was. He just changed his mind and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Kuixing is the god who catches ghosts and subjugates them. But in this world, where are there ghosts and demons?
What he captured after the death of Duan Qilong and others was the soul, and the only one he had come into contact with that was related to demons seemed to be Qi Gang...
"I have the skill to slay dragons, but there are no dragons in the world?"
The excitement faded, and Yang Yu put away the picture of the blue water and cold pool.
His mind was a little distracted, so he took out the black iron broad beans and swallowed them, while taking out the black stone in the mustard seed space to absorb it and practice the Yuan Magnetic True Body Technique.
In the next few days, Yang Yu did not go out and practiced quietly. Soon, the day came for the battle with Qidao Guang.
The power outage lasted for two hours in the early morning, which really screwed me up. Fortunately, I managed to finish a chapter. Next, I have to speed up the progress!