The Tianwang Temple is at the foot of Nanhua Mountain. Zhu Tong approached along the hillside without going around in circles, and found a deserted place to climb over the wall from the side.

Zhu Yun was in the main hall instructing Cheng Feng to practice Peng Ma Gong and hit him with a wooden stick.

When Chengfeng saw Zhu Tong walking in, he immediately found a reason to be lazy, jumped up and put on his clothes: "Uncle Master is here? Master talked about you yesterday."

"What are you talking about me? Children don't work hard now, they will have to endure hardship when they grow up." Zhu Tong took out a silver needle and pointed it at the Shenzhu point of Chengfeng's Du channel. Chengfeng's hands trembled and his face turned red instantly.

Zhu Yun swung the wooden stick and hit Chengfeng's back from bottom to top; Chengfeng was so blessed that he gritted his teeth and endured the blow.

After the three needles were inserted, Zhu Tong clapped his hands and said, "Get up."

"You haven't thanked my uncle for your advice?" Zhu Yun just hit the last blow, Chengfeng turned over and got up, his energy was as high as a new person.

Just now, the two of them worked together to help Cheng Feng open his Du Vein, which would be of great help to his future cultivation. Cheng Feng also knew this, and surrounded Zhu Tong with flattery as if he had smeared sugar on his lips.

"Junior brother is very capable again." Zhu Yun sent Cheng Feng out to open the temple door, and then asked Zhu Tong; the Du Meridian is different from other meridians, and opening the Meridian depends on hard work, and more importantly, fate.

Zhu Tong woke up in the morning and felt numbness and itching in Yintang. As soon as he entered the main hall, he noticed that the qi in Chengfeng's body was clogged around the Shenzhu point. He took advantage of the situation and guided it with needles, which allowed him to clear the entire Du meridian in one fell swoop.

However, what was strange to Zhu Yun was that Zhu Tong had just come in and noticed the situation in Cheng Feng's body before he came into contact with him. This was something even their master was not capable of.

Zhu Tong thought about it and patted the Yintang point on his forehead: "So I am really capable of this. Butterfly God, Butterfly God, is a good thing." After saying that, he took out the bamboo tube and ate two butterfly pupae.

"Senior brother, I am now a Gu God, so I am naturally more capable."

Zhu Yun didn't believe Zhu Tong's nonsense, thinking he was joking; the Gu God's upper body was all a woman's business, and as a disciple of Zhu's sect, he understood this basic truth.

Cheng Feng opened the temple door and ran back screaming: "Master and uncle, a group of real monks have arrived."

Behind him were a group of real monks. The First-grade Golden Buddha came to the door, and there were seven others in plain clothes. The leader was the second-in-command of the Fourth-grade Honghuo: Big Fire Wheel.

The clever Cheng Feng saw that the person was evil and went to call the brothers in the temple.

The owner of Xiaoyun Village stopped him: "Chengfeng, go and ask the brothers to study scriptures in the back. If anything happens outside, they can't come out."

"Go ahead, Cheng Feng. Remember to learn your skills from now on. We have many people, many people, and great kung fu. You can't help in this situation."

Cheng Feng's eyes were red, but he still obediently called the fake monk from Tianwang Temple to the back hall.

Zhu Tongcai doesn't believe that the monks of the Golden Buddha dare to kill in broad daylight. Phoenix City is no longer a barbaric place. Although the first-grade Golden Buddha is powerful, it does not dare to openly violate the dignity of society.

However, now it is obviously a religious dispute in the eyes of secular people, and it is their brothers who have to rely on them to get through; now Zhu Tong cannot do something like calling the police, and neither Zhu Yun can do it.

"Amitabha, the evil spirits in the world today have people's interests, because too many fools do not know the true meaning of life and are lost in the whirlpool of desire. Although Buddhist disciples should keep themselves clean, they should also sweep away the dust in front of their doors and prevent evil villains from using the name of Buddhism.

Endangering the world. Maintaining the dignity of Buddhism should be the duty of our Golden Buddha monks. The two benefactors, the Seventh Rank Zhu Sect, are supposed to help the world and save people, but why do they put on their cassocks and pretend to be monks, endangering the reputation of our Buddhism. The Tianwang Temple in the world

The Taoist temple will not allow you to act recklessly here."

The one who spoke was Monk Wuxu. He was in the middle of the monks and was obviously the highest-status monk. Behind Wuxu, one was the strong monk, and the other was a middle-aged monk with a dirty look.

Zhu Tong counted the 18 young and strong monks around him, all of them were full of energy and restrained, and their eyes were focused on his brothers. They were all masters. Zhu Tong and Zhu Yun exchanged glances, and they both understood this.

They are all powerful monks. If they start a fight, they may not be able to knock down even half of the other party. They themselves will be knocked down first.

As smart as Zhu Tong, he could see more: the monk was definitely the one who struck first. After they lost the ability to resist, the monks were almost likely to leave. The big fire wheel standing by might be the killer.

"Anyone can hang a sheep's head, you don't care what kind of meat I sell?" Xiaoyun Village owner spoke first, but it was the one standing behind Monk Wuxu who was right; "Monk Zhengxing, when I came to take over Tianwang Temple years ago

, what did you say? Do you dare to tell the truth about why you were kicked out of Phoenix City?"

"I was deceived and framed by your design." Monk Zhengxing has a big backer, so his waist is naturally much straighter; "Last year we ------ no, it was a few poor monks at the Tianwang Temple --

----.”

Monk Zhengxing kept talking and began to tell his grievances and Zhu Yun's shamelessness in an impassioned manner.

Zhu Tong heard that although the other party was fictitious, he could also imagine that his senior brother was not using all fair and aboveboard tactics; he knew that such an argument was meaningless at all, and the other party made it clear that he was not here to reason, so he stepped forward

Interrupt the Zhengxing monk's words in one step.

"Although the Tianwang Temple bears the name of the temple, how can there be any Buddhist flavor inside? There is not even half a Buddha statue in it. Master Wuxu, you have made such a big move to fight for this dojo for Buddhist disciples, knowing that what is enshrined here is

Who?"

"Huh?" Master Wuxu turned to look at Monk Zhengxing, "Zhengxing, which Bodhisattva is enshrined in the hall?"

"This---Master Wuxu, this------." Monk Zhengxing tried hard for a long time, but he couldn't tell the reason.

Zhu Tong pointed to the main hall: "Inside, there are three murderer kings enshrined. According to legend, the three descendants of the Yang family generals killed nine thousand Miao people with thirty-six people. They are the highest gods of the Phoenix.

What does the Buddha have to do? There is no difference between a true monk and a false monk in front of them. Master Wuxu, do you want to save them?"

Compared with the power of words, Zhu Tong was not the only one present among the people present. After saying this, the monks looked confused, but Master Wuxu remained expressionless, seeming to be listening and thinking. Zhu Tong spoke again.

One finger on both sides:

"Yes, there are no Bodhisattvas in the main hall. There are two side halls in the Tianwang Temple, and there are immortals in them. Monk, the immortals there are further away from Buddhism. According to custom, Buddhism treats women as beasts. Here are

The Seven Fairies and Dong Yong are serious heavenly couples; the other one is Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. It seems that Buddhist monks don’t care about the fate of this person’s love affair with ghosts. Speaking of which, they can still have some relationship with Taoism. Monk

We entered the wrong temple. The gods in Tianwang Temple are not close to your Golden Buddha sect. In fact, Tianwang Temple is not a Buddha or a Taoist. Anyone can come, even monks cannot come. Master Wuxu, my senior brother should see the Taoist temple here.

I'm doing you a favor; this is an important place for cultural relic protection, and I don't believe that even if you get the Tianwang Temple, do you still dare to overthrow the statues of the Three Kings and build a golden body for your Buddha?"

After Zhu Tong finished speaking, Wuxu seemed to have figured it out. He clasped his hands and said, "The lone wolf with a thousand faces is very eloquent. Wuxu has learned from this."

"You're welcome, I'm just talking about things, and I'm very reasonable." Zhu Tong waved his hand, feeling more wary in his heart, and clasped the silver needle between his fingers.

Since Wuxu calls him the lone wolf with a thousand faces, it is clear that he is not prepared to reason.

Zhu Yun, the owner of Xiaoyun Village, also understood. He took a step back and stuffed two pills into Zhu Tong's palm. Zhu Tong took the opportunity to press the pills into his nostrils. He knew that his senior brother was going to use hallucinogens when he did it. The two pills were

antidote.

"Amitabha, we were wrong about the Tianwang Temple. The poor monk was reckless." Wuxu first admitted his mistake, then turned around and said, "This is the Eighteenth Arhat Monk of Luohan Academy. This time I am looking for the owner of Xiaoyun Village, mainly because I want to invite the owner.

As a matter of convenience, let's give up the incense in nine Taoist temples including Shaanxi Tianwang Temple, Bodhi Temple, Lingnan Songyun Temple, Baifo Temple, Hangzhou Yunzhong Temple, Suzhou Xiaguang Temple, Huangshan Shifo Temple, and Hainan Haiwang Temple. We will

I will give you 10 million as compensation; those Buddhist holy places will be taken back to Buddhism sooner or later. You have occupied a total of sixteen temples, but only nine have been taken back this time; the owner of Xiaoyun Village is a sensible person and will not act against heaven."

Ten million to buy nine monasteries, this business is doable in Zhu Tong's opinion. At the same time, he also worried about another concern: the golden Buddha is so rich, and he can sell it for tens of millions, so how much money do they have?

What? Where did it all come from?

But Zhu Yun blocked Wuxu back as soon as he opened his mouth: "Master Wuxu, when we started running these temples more than ten years ago, not only were there no people from your Golden Buddha, there were not even any monks. At that time, these nine monasteries

They are all dilapidated. It is only through our little rest and perseverance that we are now prosperous. Now that you see the incense burning, you think that it is a Buddhist holy land and you need to take it back and run it yourself. Is there any truth in the world? Don't

Even if it's 10 million, I won't sell it even if it's 50 million."

As soon as Zhu Yun finished speaking, two old Taoist priests walked out of the backyard. One was fat and the other was thin. They had a noble appearance. They first practiced Taoist etiquette and met Monk Wuxu before speaking:

"It turns out that the head master of Luohan Academy has arrived. Don't be surprised. We are the guests of Xiaoyun Villa, and we are just watching. Senior Brother Wuxu, it seems that you have gone too far. We are all from the Jianghu family. What disputes can we have?

We were discussing at a banquet in the Jianghu, and suddenly came to our door in such a scene without even saying hello. It is not in line with the compassion and generosity of Buddhists, and it is also detrimental to the harmony of the Jianghu. Even our Taoist sect is afraid of the majesty of the First-grade Golden Buddha."

No wonder the senior brother was so confident. It turned out that there were Taoist masters here. Zhu Tong recognized the two old Taoists who got on the train with the Bamboo Taoist priest. He looked around, but did not see the shadow of the Bamboo Taoist priest.

Wuxu was stunned. He knew two old Taoists. The thin one was a Mu Taoist, and the fat one was a Tu Taoist. They were among the five elders of the second-grade Taoist sect. Wuxu originally thought that the Taoist sect, like him, wanted to find Xiao.

The trouble for Master Yun is that Zhu Yun not only manages sixteen temples, but also has many Taoist temples.

In any case, there was nothing he could do today. Wuxu was a little discouraged. After returning the gift, he said to the owner of Xiaoyun Village: "It turns out that there is a Taoist master who is backing you. Master, the reason for this incident is to cause a banquet at the Jianghu Reception.

It is unreasonable to occupy my temple, but then, there will not be such good conditions."

The monks turned to leave, and an old man walked in from outside the mountain gate. He held a long pipe and laughed: "Don't say that Buddhism is boundless. Why can't the lotus cross the ghost country? Who owns whom? Let the monks explain it clearly before leaving."

Behind the old man was Zhu Yun's disciple Cheng Hu, who respectfully replied to Zhu Yun: "Master, the old man said he wanted to come and have a look, so why don't I inform you first."

Zhu Tong's eyes lit up. This old man was the same old man who had taught him the word "ling" a few days ago.

After looking around, the old man slowly lit Wuxu with his cigarette pole and said to the monk beside him: "The land of western Hunan has always been rampant with ghosts and gods. Taoism only accounts for one point of Feng Shui here, and Buddhism cannot even occupy one point. A first-grade golden Buddha

I don’t care if you find other troubles. If a Zen master has the guts to bring someone to bully me today, please stay here, great monk."

"How dare you." The red-faced monk next to Wuxu stepped forward. The old man used the stick of his pipe to make a half-dozen talisman. The red-faced monk was sweating from the face and clutching his chest.

"Are you a master? I think you are about to die. You must know that your glowing face is not a good sign for martial arts practitioners. It can only be said that the qi and blood are stagnant, and it is easy for the qi and blood to rush to the brain and be fatal.

, even the boundless Dharma cannot protect your life. You, a monk, will die without any illness within ten years. Monk, don’t use your rosy face to deceive laymen and misunderstand that you are a ‘virtuous person’. In fact, you are a real master of Qi.

, it’s not like you have a glowing face. Chinese people have yellow skin, so their faces should be glowing yellow, but if it’s not yellow due to liver congestion and jaundice, you have to distinguish it clearly. It’s your fate to meet me. Go back and retreat for three years.

As long as your life is not in danger."

After saying that, the talisman was completed, the red-faced monk was sweating profusely, and reluctantly sat on the ground in meditation, the color of his face turning from red to white.

Zhu Tong hurriedly walked over and bowed, but the old man raised his face: "You kid, you made me wait for you all night, but only waited for a young boy to come. Are you more arrogant than the emperor?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are rude." Zhu Tong bowed and admitted his mistake. It turned out that the old man deliberately enlightened him, but he did not understand the mystery. It was his senior brother who had the insight and sent Cheng Hu there.

The old man ignored Zhu Tong, pointed at Zhu Yun and said: "You still have some sense. The disciples you taught are polite and responsible, but they are a little timid and not knowledgeable enough. Bring me a pen and paper, and I will write you a word.

Let this stupid monk know who occupies whose territory."

Without waiting for instructions, Cheng Hu ran to the backyard, and within a moment he and Cheng Feng brought a table over, with the Four Treasures of the Study placed on it. Cheng Feng smiled and touched the ink with his hand, and asked curiously: "Grandpa, do you want to draw ghosts?"

"

"I want to write." The old man shook his head, handed the pipe to Cheng Hu, picked up a brush and filled it with ink, and started writing on the white paper in the middle of the table. As he wrote, he said, "You all know this word, right? Yes,

It’s the word Zen. Writing this word makes me sweat all over.”
To be continued...