When Wu Shuang drew out his sword and cut off the golden shadow of the mountain-protecting formation, the Zen chanting in Buqiu Temple stopped abruptly.

The abbot of Buqiu Temple, who was sitting cross-legged in the Buddhist hall, raised his head and frowned, looking outside the Buqiu Temple. He said that there was an evil wind rolling in and the snow was boundless. So he got up and left the futon for the time being, and walked slowly to the front of the mountain gate.

Three leaders accompanied him.

"Buqiu Temple has not been knocked open by outsiders for countless years. It seems that Zen Master Fu Kong is very angry. No wonder. There are gentlemen in the world who do not take away people's favored words. This is their bell tower.

The Seven Mysteries of Buddhism that have been passed down in the temple for generations must be begged for. Most people are not very happy to replace it. What’s more, I heard that the first tower of Zhongtai Temple passed away not long ago. It makes no sense for others to take something that they have guarded for almost a lifetime.

It’s just like this, but now that people are here, they have to go out and pick them up.”

Wu Ding, who was the leader of the four directions, frowned slightly when he heard this. He bowed to the master and raised one palm and asked, "Master has never told me and others why he would do such a thing. One of the seven wonders of Buddhism is the bell.

Tai Temple has been guarding the temple for many years, so if I offer this to Buqiu Temple, it will have little effect. Why do I have to come to the door again and again to ask for it, and even make both temples unhappy?"

The abbot of Buqiu Temple just smiled indifferently, walked to the door of the temple, and pointed to a towering ancient tree outside. A bird's nest could be vaguely seen among the bare branches. He saw that it was covered with heavy snow, but unfortunately there were no returning birds and no movement.

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"Master is saying that there are no eggs left behind when the nest is overturned?"

The abbot shook his head and sighed, "If the nest is strong and warm, there will be no birds willing to move elsewhere and leave their hometown. If they have considerable ability, they can remain as stable as a mountain." Then he pointed out a finger,

He let the broken nest fall on his hand, took out the cloth handkerchief and wrapped it tightly, then let go and let the nest fall on the branch again, "Chaos is gradually rising in the world, and Zhongtai Temple has actually removed the Zen Master Fu Kong.

Besides, I don’t have the ability to protect myself. The clams among the Seven Wonders of Buddhism are like eggs in the nest. If I don’t have the ability to protect them, they will fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives sooner or later. I did this not because I don’t want to seek the temple, but because I want to protect myself.

In order to find a suitable place for the Buddhist treasure and protect the Zhongtai ancient temple, it would not be a big deal if we did not ask the Zen master for permission to move the temple to this place."

"But it seems that the people accompanying him have a grudge and are not very friendly."

It was rare for the abbot to wear his cassock and go out today. After saying this, he took a step forward and asked only a few people to wait here. However, before leaving, he still glanced at Zhe Shi who was still sitting cross-legged on the steps, his eyebrows slightly lowered.

Don’t ask for the roar of the cave outside the temple.

The Buddha's golden shadow suddenly dissipated after one arm was cut off by Wu Shuang. It was probably the power of incense and incense accumulated over countless years that caused this mountain-protecting formation to have spiritual wisdom and sit here, but it happened that

What he met was Wu Shuang, who had never been in awe. Seeing this phantom, he wanted to put away his flying sword. He couldn't help but draw his sword and cut it. Wu Shuang actually cut off one of his arms. Golden light splashed everywhere, and then he quickly retreated.

Only the swordsman in green was left holding the blue frost in his hands, his eyebrows were calm, as if he had not used any magical power at all, and he stood firmly on the spot.

The intention to recite sutras had already been shaken by the sword just now, and I couldn't help but look shocked. I didn't care about reciting sutras immediately, and I couldn't reason with this very arrogant swordsman. I just silently recalled in my heart that this sword was struck last time.

When I thought about it, I was even more shocked. On the other hand, Zen Master Fu Kong, who was still sitting cross-legged in the same place, continued to chant sutras, as if he never felt that Wu Shuang's actions were inappropriate.

It was so unreasonable, and he might have been used to it for a long time, so he didn't even raise his eyes and allowed the noise and vibration around the cave to sound, but the sound of chanting remained as steady as before.

"The sword energy of the donor is really amazing. Looking at the five realms, there is probably no one who can compare with it. But after all, it is a place of purity. Cutting with a sword is not pure." An old monk suddenly appeared in the cave.

, raised his palms and bowed slightly towards Wu Shuang.

"As expected of a man from the pure land of Buddhism, who is eloquent. If this phalanx has never accepted my sword, how can it use weapons recklessly? When taking advantage, be compassionate, but when someone takes advantage, you should say that kindness is more valuable, benefits and principles

, you have to leave something for me, right?"

Zen Master Fukong didn't say anything for a long time. After seeing the old monk in front of him, he stood up and looked at Wu Shuang, slightly reproachful. So the latter just kept silent, picked up Qing Shuang and looked at the two of them calmly.

Wu Shuang has never had much prejudice against Buddhism and Taoism in the world. After all, it is often heard that in the years of great disasters, Taoists who were already poor went down to the mountains to cook porridge to help the people, and there were Buddhists with great intentions who took care of countless abandoned children with the help of broken temples.

, I have also heard that in the season when the world is in flames of war, there are people who practice hard and are willing to share the sufferings of the world for others, one by one, which sounds like a sigh, but in fact, I want to take advantage of this.

, but still had to forcefully pull out some reasons without any intention of looking at him seriously, so when the old monk wearing the abbot's cassock appeared, Wu Shuang showed no respect at all.

Zen Master Fu Kong knew Wu Shuang's temperament, so these disrespectful words were the same as the action of cutting off the shadow of the large formation. Zen Master Fu Kong did not pay much attention to it. He only exchanged a few words with the abbot of Fuqiu Temple in front of him and said a few polite words to him.

When talking about scenes in Buddhism, the abbot of the temple must come to the temple to observe it. Even if he has not explicitly said whether he is willing to bring the Buddhist Qi Miao and the monks from the Zhongtai Temple, he must have seen it before he can talk about it.

However, Juenian always followed Zen Master Bu Kong. He only greeted the abbot of his own family and never spoke. He was always half a step behind Zen Master Bu Kong and followed suit. Instead, he followed Zen Master Bu Kong with as much respect as if he were following the abbot of his own temple.

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People in the world have mixed opinions about Buddhism. There are always those who highly praise it or those who are dismissive. However, most people think that the most brilliant thing about Buddhism is that it can turn away the storm and teach people the peace and meaning of life again in a few words.

The sect is quite capable, even with Wu Shuang's temper. Even though the abbot of Buqiu Temple has spoken several times, it is difficult to say too much. Zen Master Buqiu Buqiu never gave any more advice from the beginning to the end, and simply left Qingshuang standing there.

Right in the middle of the cave was the futon. He leisurely stepped forward with the three people in front of him. He clearly saw the cave wall in front of him. After taking a step, the figures of the few people disappeared.

When I took another step and looked up, I was already in the Buqiu Temple Mountain. The flying snow suddenly disappeared, the sky was bright, and the sunset greeted me from the sky.

The stone steps outside Buqiu Temple are very long. Zen Master Bu Kong and the abbot of Buqiu Temple walked side by side and kept talking, but Wu Shuang didn't care. He just put his hands on the back of his head and took a leisurely step, looking at the mountain scenery.

Listening to the silence of the empty valley, only the north wind is mixed with the sound of Zen singing, so the mountains appear to be even more secluded. It is a rare and good place. Not to mention practicing here, even if it is to open the door and establish a sect, it is also a

It's a good place to go, not to mention the Buddhist practice of the people in the temple, but the person who built the temple has an excellent vision, which made Wu Shuang feel a little admirable.

The four heads stood waiting on the steps in front of the temple. Only one person in the world was still enlightened and was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"It's no wonder that many talented people have come out of the treasured land of Qingxiu." Of course Zen Master Fukong saw Zheshi sitting cross-legged here, and he couldn't help but smile a little. Without any scruples, he stretched out his hand and took the bamboo hat from Zheshi's head.

Next, he shook off the snow and carefully put it back in its place. "It is a blessing for Buddhism in the world that talented and eminent monks from generation to generation have come out of Buqiu Temple. There have been many young monks who have not seen enlightenment in Zhongtai Temple. Although there are some

Even if you violate the precepts, you will still inevitably have some envious thoughts for a while, so please don’t take it personally.”

"We all belong to the Buddhist sect. If someone in the same temple has enlightenment, it means that all Buddhists in the world have mastered the Dharma. We can be one step closer to the Buddha's throne. We are all happy." The abbot of Buqiu Temple also said with a smile, "Not to mention that he has been practicing for many years.

, my master didn’t necessarily give much guidance. Instead, I went to Zhongtai Temple and realized the Tao on my own after returning to the mountain. Speaking of it, Brother Fu Kong’s Buddhism is more profound. Although I don’t necessarily talk about Buddhism and Buddhism, I can

It has been imprinted in one's own words and deeds, and it is still higher than that of younger generations like me who are not yet able to use it freely.",

Wu Shuang was no longer too lazy to listen to the two people's flattery, and ignored the people around him who still hadn't left. He took advantage of the evening light to enter the temple alone, strolled for a few steps, and walked straight into the main hall.

The main hall is still surrounded by monks, sitting around the golden body and chanting sutras.

Even though he had little respect for Buddhism, Wu Shuang still felt that the sound of chanting sutras was enough to bring peace of mind, so he stepped into the temple with gentle steps.

The warm orange color of the winter sun at dusk shines loosely into the main hall, creating countless passages. A swordsman in green clothes without a sword is walking amidst the sounds of monks and monks chanting sutras. There are gratuitous golden patterns all around, clearly supporting the steps of the swordsman.

, but still moved towards the swordsman.

"It seems that Zen Master Fu Kong has brought Buddha treasures with him here. In my opinion, he might as well stay here and wait until he returns in the spring of next year before leaving."

The abbot of Fuqiu Temple, who was supposed to have walked into the main hall, suddenly turned around and smiled at Zen Master Fukong.

At the same time, Wu Shuang, who was in the main hall, raised his palm and looked at it, stopped, looked at the golden pattern spreading towards the center of his palm, and said to himself.

"There is a saying that life is thinner than paper, but I feel that my luck is not bad, so it is most reliable to cause trouble for thousands of years."

The green frost that should have been hovering safely in the cave outside Buqiu Temple suddenly rose, and the majestic sword energy surged out together with the purple energy, and then came back again. The tip of the sword was firmly chiseled into the mountain guarding formation.

Even though the phantom of the flowing golden light reappeared, he punched the Wuji flying sword with all his strength several times, causing the surrounding mountains to shake. However, it still did not stop the unimpeded flying sword, penetrating through the entire city.

In the temple formation, the golden light collapsed thousands of miles in an instant, and finally stopped firmly behind the swordsman in blue.

The belated whistling sound did not resound through the mountains until a few breaths later. The strong wind hit, Buddhist scriptures flew around, and the golden patterns of the temple were shaken away.

Hundreds of miles away from Buqiu Temple, there was a Taoist with disheveled hair, carrying a branch inlaid with jade, but the branch looked dead and no longer as green as before. At this moment, he raised his head and looked beyond the sky, muttering something like someone

If you listen carefully, you will find that what the Taoist said is a very incomprehensible statement.

This is the flying sword in the world, it can come out at the first thought, and it can reach high mountains and high rivers, and it cannot be stopped.
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