The candle fire in Amojie's Zen room has been extinguished.

But he still sat cross-legged in the darkness, gently rubbing the bone flute on his knees with one hand, and chanting the "Saint Save Tatha Sutra" with a rumor.

In the quiet night, the sound of Sanskrit is buzzing, showing some different kinds of peace and peace.

I don’t know how long I had been waiting, but suddenly there were two light noises outside the Zen room.

When Amojie suddenly burst into his ears, he then jumped down from the Zen bed.

He had just waited for a quick step out, but he stood there thinking, pausing, waiting for the other party's next step.

But the movement outside was like a small stone like an ancient well, and it was completely gone after a "thump".

He couldn't help but feel hesitant, and then he put his monk's robe in his arms and walked slowly to the door.

With a creaking sound, the door of the double-collapse opened, and the moonlight outside the door flowed in obliquely. His huge shadow was like a pool of black water, slowly flowing over the clear light of the moonlight.

There were indeed three people outside the door, including a mysterious mask and a capable outfit. At first glance, they were specialists who were good at walking and lurking at night.

In the dark night, they stood brightly under the ancient tree in the Zen temple, as if they knew that he would inevitably appear.

As soon as Amojie stepped out, he found that the person he came was not the one he was waiting for, and suddenly stopped.

After a moment of silence, he held the surprise in his heart for a moment, and was still calm on his face. He walked steadily for two steps, and then stood peacefully under the eaves of the Zen room.

"Amitabha, looking at the moon so clear, but I don't know how the three donors walking at night would be outside the little monk's meditation room?" He calmly rejoices.

The three people under the tree did not respond.

Especially the man standing with his hands behind his back, his figure was slender and handsome, covered with black, and his eyes were like a pool that had been unwavering for years, staring at him directly, as if the coldness of the midnight moonlight was mixed with, making people unable to help but feel cold.

Seeing that the other party was not in a hurry to explain the purpose of the visit, Amojie naturally would not act rashly.

He just looked at each other calmly for a moment, then looked up at the moonlight in the sky as if calmly.

"The new moonlight in the night in three or five, and the hearts of old friends two thousand miles away!"

As if she was moved by the moonlight, Amojie suddenly recited two poems about Bai Letian.

But in fact, his body did not move outward, and his hands were placed behind him without moving, making a warning posture.

"It seems that the master is thinking of homesickness!" The man in mysterious clothes who had been staring at him suddenly spoke indifferently.

Amojie immediately thought quickly about the owner of the voice, but it was blank.

He doesn't know each other!

"Amitabha! All dharmas have no self, and all sentient beings are illusions that arise with the circumstances. A foreign land and hometown are just created by the mind! Just now, the little monk was only moved for a moment!" Amojie said gently.

A smile appeared on his face, as if he had no fear of the uninvited guest at midnight.

"It is said that the master has been in Lin'an Mansion for a long time, traveling thousands of miles apart, and is far away from his hometown. He is so pious to communicate Buddhism, and I really teach us ordinary people to admire it!" The man in Xuanyi was still slow.

Amojie was a little anxious and didn't understand why these three people came to Zhaoqing Temple! What if the person who was waiting for him came here at this time, wouldn't he be hit by him?

However, he could not show it, but he had a more calm and composed attitude.

"Amitabha!" He chanted the Buddha's name again.

"The dew is heavy in the middle of the night. If the donors still have to rush on their way, then I will forgive the monk for not staying for a long time!" After saying that, he bowed and looked like a monk who was in a straight and slanted state.

The man in Xuan was not moved, and seemed to be interested in continuing to talk.

"I also heard that the master is a great monk in the Western Regions. All the temples in Lin'an Prefecture admire the unique Buddhist songs played by the master, hoping to hear the wonderful sound of "Luojiaqu"!"

While he was talking, he walked forward casually for a few steps, but his eyes became clearer and colder.

"Yesterday, the Master of the Dharma was invited by Changming Temple to preach the Dharma. It turns out that he is a master of Buddhism!"

When Amojie heard this, his eyes shook and his hands behind him gradually tightened, but his face was still breeze and bright.

"The little monk was taught "The Song of Luojia" when he was a teenager. After nearly thirty years of hard practice, he can be considered to be one of the two of the boundless Buddhist teachings!"

"Fortunately, I have not been humiliated by the teachings of my family. It is even more honorable to be able to gain the green eyes of all the monks and elders in the Central Plains!"

A chuckle overflowed from the man in black, as if he moved forward one more step forward with a meaningful step.

Although he had just a short step and looked at his gait calmly, Amojie felt an aggressive thunderous force held by the other party.

He tried to calm down and his tone became stern: "What does the donor's smile mean?"

"The Dharma is vast, and I am just a canifer, but—"

The man in black clothes was still light in color, and his words were slow, but his hands suddenly moved invisibly.

Amojie suddenly felt a slight coldness on his neck, and his back suddenly tightened.

When he realized that he could no longer move half of his body, and even his joints seemed to be bitten by something, and his pain was inexplicably sore.

He was shocked immediately, but he did not panic, and he just lowered himself and said, "Who are you? What do you mean?"

"But he is just a mortal with the ambition to shake trees!"

The man in black clothes calmly answered his words.

"What does it mean?"

He calmly and casually brushed the dust that did not exist on Amojie's monk's robe, as light as picking flowers, but his eyes contained the bloodthirsty light that only tigers and beasts in the mountains and forests were found.

"I just want to use the master's pious Buddha heart to solve some confusion!"
Chapter completed!