Little Lingbao followed the old monk out of the Zen room. The old man and the young one walked along the mountain road of the temple, step by step towards the top of the mountain, until they reached a wind pavilion at the highest point.

The old monk pointed to the scenery at the bottom of the mountain: "What do you see?"

Xiao Lingbao shook his head: "Nothing."

The old monk looked like an ancient well: "Well, come with me."

He stepped out of the pavilion in one step and stepped into the void. Little Lingbao followed him obediently without any fear.

The two of them traveled thousands of miles in one step, and the white clouds and red dust flew by so quickly.

As they walked, the old monk asked again: "What did you see?"

Xiao Lingbao looked at his feet: "Nothing."

The old monk stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Xiao Lingbao's head: "When you see the moon, you need to remember that if a person understands his heart, there will be no inch of earth on the earth."

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Ling Quanteng and Jianzhi were standing on the corridor not far from the Zen room, relatively speechless.

Suddenly, I saw several monks and laypeople hurriedly coming in front of me.

"Meet the wise master!" the leading monk asked. "Just now, a senior brother said that he saw someone coming to greet him from the west. Master... then left!"

Jianzhi's expression changed.

He turned around and headed towards the Zen room.

Ling Qiteng was finally able to enter the room.

I saw Master Abbot sitting cross-legged on a collapsed bed, having already passed away!
Chapter completed!