Monk Zhishan left Jiangcheng City. It was already evening. He saw that the sky was getting late and he would no longer be noticed by mortals. The magic weapon wooden fish in his hand turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky.
He has strong magic skills and is very fast with the help of magic weapons. He has returned to Guangyuan Temple at night.
During the reign of Wu Zetian in the Tang Dynasty, he believed deeply in Buddhism and carried out extensive construction work to build Buddhist temples. At that time, a large number of temples sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain. Local officials from various places tried to figure out their ideas and also funded the construction of temples. Guangyuan Temple was built by a minister named Mu Guangyuan at that time. It was built to please Wu Zetian. It has survived a thousand years of ups and downs and has remained standing. It is a popular place for local Buddhism and attracts endless tourists.
Unfortunately, in the world of spiritual practice, Guangyuan Temple is a little weaker. Most of the monks in the temple study Buddhism. There are not many people who are good at cultivation. They are even worse than second-rate sects like Qinglong Temple. Zhishan is one of them. A talented disciple.
Otherwise, why would he want to rescue Zhang Ze from Chen Zhe and board the Methodist ship?
"There is no such reason. There is no such reason." Monk Zhishan thought of Chen Zhe's actions and suddenly became angry. Although he was strong in fighting skills, his state of mind was poor. He had the three poisons of Buddhism: greed, anger and ignorance: "If it weren't for the nine-tailed fox My bloodline is by your side. I can’t take action. Otherwise, you dare to talk to me Zhishan like this. I won’t let you know how powerful I am.”
His face was red. He was angry.
I originally thought that by stopping Chen Zhe and rescuing Zhang Ze, I would be able to make the Methodist Church owe me a great favor. By then, my status in the spiritual world would be greatly improved. But I didn't expect to end up like this.
No one could be saved. Take Zhang Ze's body to see the Methodist leader. What else is there to do?
No matter what the final outcome is, Zhishan will not lose any benefits.
Although Guangyuan Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, it is much worse than places like Luoyang White Horse Temple, Hangzhou Lingyin Temple, and Songshan Shaolin Temple. The scale was not very large at that time. Although it was repaired a thousand years later, it was not expanded much. The abbot, Zen Master Guanghong, was obsessed with Buddhism but was not good at camping. The incense was never strong.
Walking to the door of the temple, Zhishan stopped again: "No. I can't go to see the abbot."
He knew that although Zen Master Guanghong, who was in charge, was not good at digging camps, he had a sharp eye. If he was not good enough, he would see the cause and effect of the matter. In the end, he would be at fault.
Zhang Ze's use of the Seven Yins Bone-eating Soul-Eating Flag is a taboo in the spiritual world. Although most people dare not care about him due to his status, if others knew about it, how could the Methodist Church keep raising the banner of justice?
To put it bluntly, Chen Zhe's approach is called upholding justice for heaven. His own approach is called aiding the tyrants.
It would be okay if Zhang Ze could be saved. But if not, he is a witness to the Methodist scandal. Although he will not really be silenced, he will definitely be disgusted by the Methodist church, not to mention asking for a big deal. It's a favor.
Only now did he regret a little bit why he went crazy thinking about impressing others when passing through Jiangcheng City. Why did he have to take care of this matter?
It is already evening. There are not many tourists. The temple is silent and the lights are dim.
But now that the matter was taken care of, he couldn't give up halfway. He decided to see the Methodist leader. At the very least, he had to let the Methodist leader know that there was such a person as him in the spiritual world.
As soon as he turned around, a dark figure emerged from under a locust tree at the entrance of the temple. With his cultivation level, he didn't notice it at all. Zhishan asked in surprise: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Senior Brother Zhishan." Under the tree was a fat monk with a slightly round face.
Zhishan breathed a sigh of relief. His right hand behind his back was still tightly clenched vigilantly: "It turns out to be Junior Brother Zhizheng. What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
Zhizheng saw that it was his senior brother. He smiled and said, "Master said that a capable person can realize the true meaning of Zen everywhere. I will try to see if I can do it on this locust tree."
Zhishan sighed.
If others say this, he will definitely not believe it: He is obviously following me, and he is talking about practicing Zen. Do you think I am a fool? Is there anyone who practices Zen on a tree? The Buddha is under the bodhi tree. You are on the old locust tree... don’t think so I didn't see you digging out the bird's nest.
But Zhizheng told Thaksin.
Because although Junior Brother Zhizheng is not as good as him in cultivation, he has a better understanding of Buddhism than him. He has done something similar to this kind of "meditating in a tree", which is not surprising to him.
Not to mention the tree. When he was ten years old, he was meditating in a well. If Zhishan hadn't happened to come by and rescue him, he would have become a water ghost at the bottom of the well.
If it were anyone else, Zhi Shan would still have doubts in his heart. But here Zhi Zheng is, but he has no doubts at all, because this Zhi Zheng is a bit silly.
Zhizheng looked at him with a smile: "Senior brother, why are you standing in a daze at the door and not going back?"
"I have something to do and I'm going out for a while. I won't go back." Zhishan thought for a while and then told Zhizheng: "Junior brother, don't tell anyone you have seen me. Especially don't tell Master."
Zhizheng nodded: "Don't worry, senior brother. I won't tell anyone."
Zhishan was really relieved about this junior brother. He threw out the magic weapon and it turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky. Zhizheng waved his hand: "Senior brother, don't forget to practice Zen when flying with the magic weapon."
Zhishan left. Zhizheng returned to the temple through a side door. As soon as he entered, a young monk found him: "Brother Zhizheng, why are you still wandering here? Master has looked for you three times. I thought you didn't know how to hide. Where is it?"
"Oh. Then I'll go see Master." Zhizheng nodded and hurried to Master Guanghong's abbot's room: "Master, are you looking for me?"
Abbot Guanghong is in his early sixties. He is energetic and has a red face. He does not look like a sixty-year-old man at all, but more like a middle-aged man about forty years old. The mage is sitting cross-legged on the small abbot. In the room: "Zhizheng. Where did you go just now?"
Zhizheng replied: "I am meditating on the locust tree."
Master Guanghong nodded. Zhishan was extremely skilled in cultivation, while Zhizheng had a simple heart. Of the two disciples, he still liked Zhizheng more, but on the contrary, he was not so close to Zhishan.
"Have you seen Zhishan in the past few days?" Master Guanghong sat there solemnly. At first glance, he could tell that he had the style of a master. Zhizheng admired in his heart: I don't know when I will be able to practice like Master.
He shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Zhishan didn't let me speak just now."
Master Guanghong smiled slightly: "Why didn't he let you say it?"
Zhizheng knew that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. He immediately covered his mouth and shook his head. He thought silently in his heart: "Amitabha, disaster comes from the mouth."
Master Guanghong knows the temper of his disciples. He has no small cleverness, but great wisdom. He also has a bullish temper that would rather die than look back. How many practitioners who seem to be amazingly talented and intelligent disappear like meteors in a flash. But how many people are dull but have dull qualifications? Those who persevere will eventually achieve the great truth.
"Master. Senior brother Zhishan is my brother. Please forgive me for not betraying him." Zhishan felt guilty and did not dare to look up at him.
Master Guanghong smiled slightly: "Zhizheng, you are wrong."
Zhizheng looked at his master in confusion: "Master, please give me some advice."
Master Guanghong put his palms together: "Zhizheng. Do you think the Buddha said something wrong?"
Zhizheng thought for a while and shook his head: "Master, Buddha is a man of great wisdom and concentration. It is not something that a Buddhist disciple like me can evaluate."
"Well. You are very humble."
Master Guanghong nodded: "Buddha once said: Brothers are meant to be betrayed."
Zhizheng was stunned: "Did Buddha say this, Master?"
Master Guanghong smiled and said, "Of course I did. Then Zhizheng, please tell me about Zhishan."
Zhizheng thought for a while and felt that the Buddha's words could not be violated, so he told the story of seeing Zhishan at the gate of the temple in detail. He was afraid that what he said was not detailed and specific enough and would delay his future cultivation.
After he finished speaking, Zen Master Guanghong fell into deep thought. He raised his head and asked Zhizheng again: "Is there anything unusual about your senior brother?"
"Senior brother has an angry look on his face." Zhizheng replied.
Master Guanghong was shocked. He knew that this young apprentice was not outstanding in appearance, but his mind was clear and clear. He had first-class talent and character in Buddhism. He had reached the so-called state of Yuantong Zhen. He was not outstanding, not sharp, and blended into heaven and earth. Few people can see through him. But he has a pair of discerning eyes that see through human nature.
He said that Ji Shan had a look of anger on his face, so he couldn't be mistaken.
"Zhizheng, your senior brother's temperament is far worse than yours. He has a strong personality and likes fame and wealth. He is not a Zen character who can turn around at will. I'm afraid he will do something that is not worthy of my Buddha. Go and see what he has done. What? Don’t let him find out." Master Guanghong finished speaking with a worried look on his face and waved his hand.
Zhizheng bowed and smiled naively: "Master, please rest assured. If I don't want to be discovered by senior brother, he won't be able to discover me."
Zhizheng said goodbye to Guanghong. He walked out of the abbot's room and felt the aura left by Zhishan. He followed him all the way up. The more he followed, the more strange he became: "Isn't it a Methodist place ahead? We have nothing to do with their Taoism. What are you going to do, senior brother? .Master really knows things well."
The more he thought about it, the more he admired him. Unfortunately, he didn't dare to go in when he got to the Methodist Mountain Gate. He had to hide outside the mountain gate and wait honestly.
At this time, Zhishan was sitting in the side hall of the Methodist Church with a look of injustice on his face. He handed over the Seven-Yin Bone-Eating Soul-Eating Flag and Zhang Ze's body to the Methodist people, but waited for two full seconds. Even now, no one with whom he can talk has come to greet him.
Zhishan knew that he was not doing anything to please him, nor was he lucky enough to do so. This was a waste of hard work but no benefit at all.
In the Methodist sect, a young Taoist priest with a beautiful face sat on a chair. His face changed from gloomy to bright. The Methodist disciple next to him had been standing nearby and did not dare to speak.
On the straw mat in front of him was Zhang Ze's withered and emaciated corpse. He had already become a mummy. If it weren't for his clothes, he wouldn't have known it was Zhang Ze.
The Seven Yin Bone-eating Soul-Eating Banner was placed on a table of Eight Immortals. Zhang Ze's Yin spirit was also summoned. His face was black and in great pain. It was ten times worse than Geng Yi who had been sealed by Jiangshan Bi for thousands of years.
"Father, I can't stand the yin energy of the Seven Yin Bone-eating Soul-eating Banners... You have to save me. You have to avenge me." Zhang Ze howled in pain.
"Shut up. It's not embarrassing enough. Heaven will reincarnate. This is your retribution. I can't save you."