Jinling Jiming Temple is built on Jilong Mountain. Here, the mountains are surrounded by arches, and a single peak is like a chicken cage, so it is called Jilong Mountain. The mountains are covered with towering ancient trees, without seeing the sky, and they are wandering around the paths between the mountains, as if they are in the blue sea. They are known as the "No. 1 Famous Mountain in the North of the Yangtze River" and are also the "42nd Blessing Land".

There are many temples in Jilong Mountain, and all Buddhists and Taoisms are available. The most famous one is Jiming Temple, which is in line with the name of the mountain. Contemporary hosts are also known as the "lan" among the Eight Poles of Zhongtu, and the Master Wuyin of Dongtu Zen Buddhism.

The four continents of Central Earth: the East Shengshenzhou, the West Niuhezhou, the South Shanbuzhou, and the North Juluzhou. The other eight poles of the four continents are: Taihao Lingtian, Yumu Zhonglan.

The four continents refer to regions and the eight poles refer to people’s names, so there is also a saying in the Middle Earth that the four continents and the eight poles.

There are as many as five masters in the Eight Poles, and the remaining three belong to the other three continents. From this we can see that Dongsheng Shenzhou is full of talents and has a strong national strength, how can it be so powerful!

The host of Jiming Temple, Master Wuyin of Dongtu Zen Buddhism is one of the eight poles and the object of Wu Ming and the other visits.

"Sister Nanfeng, my master is called Qian Mu, so there is a word called Mu in the Eight Poles... Why is this Master Wu Yin called 'Lan'?"

"The original meaning of Lan refers to the fog in the mountains. Bai Letian has a poem saying: 'Before the night, the blue mist enters, the white dew balls in autumn first', which means this."

"Oh..." Wu Ming nodded and stopped talking.

Nan Fengning was even more worried. Although the boy pretended to be relaxed and joked with her, she knew that she was afraid that the boy had already reached the point where he had gone out of energy and had a long light and returned to his eyes!

The coachman shook a loud whistle, and the carriage stopped quickly.

"Celebrity, Jilong Mountain has arrived."

Nan Fengning's momentum was greatly boosted, and Wu Ming was flew out in his arms. But he saw a rumor of Bai Lian rushing towards the mountain gate, and only the empty carriage was left with the sound of "Thank you!"

"The donor, the abbot has been in seclusion for many days and will not see guests."

"Damn!" Wu Ming, who had blood dripping all the way from the corner of his mouth, couldn't help rolling his eyes in the female captain's arms, "I knew it would be like this."

"My little master, please take my jade pendant to ask for a visit. I said that Nan Feng Ning of Brahmatian cried blood and prayed! Please!"

As he said that, the female arrester actually knelt outside the Main Hall with Wu Ming in her arms.

"In this way, the little monk will try it..." The sign of Brahma is still very loud. The little monk pondered for a moment and agreed to give it a try.

Just as the female captain knelt down, Wu Ming's heart was shocked. He had always used his strong eyes to resist all troubles, and suddenly a touch of warmth rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Sister Nanfeng..." The boy bit his lips tightly and reached out to pluck the woman's scattered black hair, "You smell so fragrant..."

"Puchi!" Nan Fengning couldn't help laughing, "You little sloppy, you can't save your life, and you still have the intention to eat your sister's tofu."

"Hey..." Wu Ming's pupils were slowly magnifying inadvertently, "Just as I said to the old fire monster, don't you have to die if you don't eat tofu..."

The moment the boy's arm fell, Nan Fengning's heart seemed to fall into the abyss as well.

"Wu Ming!" The moment tears rolled down the curved eyelashes, I heard a loud Buddhist chant passing through the hall, shaking the sky:

"Namo Amitabha..."

Wu Ming's blood-dropping corners subconsciously bent slightly, "Damn, don't die this time..."

In an inner room in Jiming Temple, the old monk with white hair and beard had just finished taking Wu Ming's pulse.

"Master, how about it?" Nan Fengning hurriedly walked up to him without caring about etiquette.

"Life is hanging on the line." The old monk looked kind and said very straightforward.

"Is there any help?" Nanfeng Ning asked anxiously.

"Since I have come to my place, there is absolutely no reason to let him die." The old monk put his palms together and pronounced the Buddha's name.

"Master think twice!" Several Taoist monks with frosted hair and beards all knelt down.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist temple. You don't need to persuade me. If you miss the Buddhist teachings, it will be a cycle of cause and effect, and you will not blame others." Master Wuyin helped his hands with his hands, and several monks were slowly supported by his true energy.

"Master, those monks who came here are not kind, and what they ask for is great, so you must not take it lightly!" Several masters were still persuading.

After Master Mizuho and everyone finished speaking, he spoke quietly, "Can you know who is lying on this couch?"

"I don't know." The monks looked at each other and bowed.

"He is a spiritual boy from the Fantian Sect. He was hit by the Fire Cloud Palm, and his life was hanging on the line. How could he not save him?"

When I heard that it was the Fighting Heaven Sect, the bottom suddenly exploded.

"Master, it's okay for others to forget about it, but it's absolutely worth it to spend my true energy for a disciple of Fantian!"

"Master, the Fentian Sect has a lot of reputation. It is no choice to save them, just to cut their flesh and feed the eagles."

"Master, it would be fine if I was around me, but things were slow. The monks would come to the door to discuss the battle in three days. Why would they delay for a few days?"

"This is a great good word! The inheritance of the Fantianmen has never been cut off. I think everyone has a very strong life, so it is not impossible to delay for three or five days..."

Nan Fengning, who was standing beside her, was mixed with feelings. At this time, she wanted to say a few words for Wu Ming, but she had no idea. After all, this Buddhist teachings were related to the entire Zen and Tantric Buddhism, and she knew that it was also true.

"Stop!" The old monk couldn't stand it anymore.

After proclaiming the Buddha's name, Master Wuyin slowly recited the Buddhist scripture: "The Tathagata is not equal to all sentient beings, but his heart is biased towards those who are sinful, and his Buddha is kind to those who are careless."

The monks sang one after another: "The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, and enemies (enemies and relatives) are equal."

Master Fu Hidden laughed and said, "Good."

Seeing that several disciples still looked suspicious, the master said again: "After I am adding the last of the eight poles, can you tell me where are the other seven poles in these eight poles?"

All the monks looked glamorous, "The world is the eight extremes, and I am the East Land to occupy the five."

Master Wuyin smiled and then asked: "The Buddha said: Equality and wisdom. All my believers are equal. Why are the eight extremes in the world and the east land monopolize the five?"

"This..." The monks were speechless.

That's right. Since everyone in the world is equal and has no difference in mind and temperament, why are five of the eight masters from Dongtu?

The monks chanted Buddhist beads and all bowed their heads to meditate.

Nan Fengning, who was standing aside, had a sudden inspiration, "Master, is it because of the Fantianmen?"

"Amitabha, that's exactly what it is!"

The monks who were all thinking about Buddhist principles looked at each other in a row.

He is ruthless and wants money; he is full of slutty and cannot die well... The Fengtianmen has such power? If it weren't for the words from Master Wuyin, even Nan Fengning present would have been disdainful.

"A female donor, can you read the record of the Grand Historian?"

"Nanfeng has read it."

"Do you remember there is a biography of Mr. Wei?"

"What I mean is Xinling Jun stealing the talisman to save Zhao."

"How to bring troops?"

"... The young master then led the Jin Bi army and ordered the army to say, "The father and son are in the army, and the father returns; the brothers are in the army, and the brothers are in the army, and the brothers are in the army. The only son has no brothers, and return to raise them." He was able to select 80,000 soldiers and advance to attack the Qin army. The Qin army was disbanded, and then rescued Handan and stored Zhao."

Nan Fengning's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The old monk smiled and said, "How can you win?"

"Worry-free!" Nan Fengning replied loudly.

The old monk's tone changed: "How can Dongtu occupy the fifth place?"
Chapter completed!