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"The planned ambush location is here."

"There are carriage tracks in the distance. As an internal agent, the coachman did not betray Da Pudu Tian..."

"The three brothers of the Ruan family are all dead. They died due to the forbidden spell. According to the intelligence, Qingzhuke, the green-shirted pharmacist of the Xu family, returned seriously injured."

On the other side, in the recently deserted forest, two burly figures were communicating in a low voice.

One of them was bald and hairless, with half of his fleshy face covered with navy blue birthmarks. A finger-long scar ran from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his mouth, like a demon, and looked extremely vicious.

He was squatting on the ground, looking at the dark red soil, stretching out his fingers to fiddle with it from time to time, and moving his nose slightly, as if he was smelling something.

"So the problem is, our brothers are all dead, and they seem to have died cleanly? The smell of blood is very pure, and there are also the smells of three strangers.

One is heavier, and the other two have lighter breaths. It was the former who took action, and I have already memorized the taste."

The green-faced man stood up intoxicatedly, his voice low.

His name is Eiqing, and he is the inheritor of the Universal Sect of the Evil Wolf Moon-Eating Skill. After practicing the Wolf Walk, his sense of smell has been strengthened like never before.

The other burly man has a much more normal appearance, with a Chinese-shaped face, a plump vestibule, and an honest and resolute look, which makes it hard for outsiders to dislike him.

"I hope our brothers can return to the embrace of the Great Purdue Heaven and stay away from all the sins in the world." The corners of his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression was calm, but it gave people a sense of compassion.

"Those who sabotage the Great Purdue Plan, whether they are evil villains with deliberate intentions or fools who are caused by fate, will be punished as they deserve. On the other hand, thinking about it, this is not a relief."

"Yes, yes, no matter who it is, everyone deserves to die!" Evil Qing smiled solemnly, showing his sharp canine-like teeth, "Everyone who stands in our way must die! Do you need me to kill him now? My Master Jizhen.

"

For this grand plan, they have been working hard for more than ten years. They see that the net is about to be closed. The real light is about to come. How can people destroy it so easily?

Ji Zhen shook his head.

"A Xu Ruyi cannot affect the overall situation. It is a tool to catalyze the evil of human nature. If it fails, it will fail. The real focus should be on Dalong Mountain next. Da Pudutian's eyes are watching there, and I see the flames burning.

.”

"promise!"

.........

Lin Mo tied the horse to a special horse stake in the open space at the mountain gate at the foot of the stone steps. There were special monks passing by nearby from time to time, so he didn't worry about being stolen.

Entering from the side entrance of the mountain gate, he walked along the stone steps step by step with brisk steps. Along the way, there was a young novice monk sweeping the leaves on the road with a broom taller than himself.

Walking to the door, there are three characters "Dazen Temple" engraved on the plaque of the main entrance. There are two majestic stone lions in front of the door. The temple is wide open, and you can see the Mahavira Palace from it.

In the center of the courtyard is a large black tripod with the word "Great Zen" engraved on it. To the north is a large incense burner for burning incense for Buddha. There are still a large number of burnt incense heads in the burner.

There are also a pair of flagpoles in front of the hall, with flags and buckets on the top, and a pair of carved dragon pillars, which are lifelike and even coated with gold powder. They are solemn and awe-inspiring, and at the same time, you can see the great Zen.

The temple is run very well.

Walking into the courtyard, Lin Mo first bought a stick of incense from a specialized monk. It was not cheap. He spent a couple of silver and respectfully placed it on the incense burner. After bowing, he expressed his intention to the monk and asked where Zen Master Qingye was.

After offering incense, Lin Mo clearly felt that the Buddha nature on the monk's face was more radiant. After learning that the Zen master was giving a lecture on Buddhism in the Dharma hall, he didn't know the way, so he asked a novice to lead the way.

The little novice monk had developed a Zen mind at a very young age and walked in front without saying a word. The two of them walked around the Mahavira Hall and walked in the jungle for a while before they saw the Dharma Hall.

As we got closer, a rich voice became clearer and clearer.

"If you have a single thought, you will experience all kinds of suffering in the world.

Just like a person in a forest of thorns, if he doesn't move, the pricks won't hurt him; if he can't stop his wandering mind, he will always have the joy of silence.

If you have a single thought, you will be stabbed by everything.

Therefore, the sutra says: With the intention, all is suffering, but without the intention, there is happiness. You should know that when the delusional mind does not arise, only then can the body be peaceful and happy."

Lin Mo stepped forward and saw that the main door of the Dharma Hall was wide open, and he could see the scene inside.

Sitting on the throne in the center is a monk with a kind face and compassionate eyes. He is wearing a gray robe and is inconspicuous among the monks, but he stands in the center of the hall, with a lotus flower on his tongue, and he can listen.

All the monks on the Dharma table were in a state of intoxication.

Lin Mo stood quietly by the door, found a position out of the way and listened with interest.

He was not alone either. There were several pilgrims before him who found cushions somewhere and sat there upright, listening attentively.

After about one stick of incense, the sermon was finished.

The monks bowed respectfully to Aoba and then filed out.

"The donor is polite. I heard Chi Hui say, the donor has something to do with me? I don't know what it is."

Zen Master Qingye was the last one to come out of the Dharma Hall. He saw Lin Mo at a glance, bowed and said slowly.

Lin Mo was frightened and took a step back. He really didn't expect that the monk in front of him, who was vaguely the number one master in Ningyang, would be so polite to him whom he had never met before, and he would directly state his intention without hiding anything.

"At the end of Xia Lin, I visited the master on the order of my father Lin Yuanshan."

As he spoke, he took out the jade rosary beads from his arms, placed them respectfully in his palm, and handed them to Qingye.

Qingye took the rosary, looked at it carefully, then carefully put it in his arms, nodded, and looked at Lin Mo with a softer look, "It turns out that we are old friends. Come with me."

After that, they continued walking to the back of the mountain. Together, they walked through the Zhao Hall, Lecture Hall, and Sutra Hall. All the monks they saw along the way saluted. They walked through the forest and finally came to a pagoda.

"Do you know what the reason is between your father Lin Yuanshan and me?"

While walking, Qingye said casually.

Lin Mo shook his head.

Lin Yuanshan didn't say anything when he left, he only said that he would know after he left.

Qingye glanced at Lin Mo with some surprise and smiled slightly,

"It seems he doesn't have the nerve to say it."

"Fourteen years ago, he heard somewhere that there was a general outline of the powerful Tianlong Dharma in the Grand Zen Temple, which could be used to cast off the mortal body, reunite the five internal organs, strengthen the six internal organs, and achieve the Golden Congolese status."

Hearing this, Lin Mo's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I originally thought that Lin Yuanshan and Qingye, not only Qin Xiao and Qing Ye, who were proud of each other in the world, should at least join hands in the world and forge a life-and-death friendship through life and death experiences.

As a descendant of Lin Yuanshan, he came here for a visit and got some benefits from being familiar with each other, but something seemed wrong about the direction of this matter.

Qingye seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and continued, "At that time, I remember that it was just the Bone Refining Realm. I don't know who gave him the courage to break into the Daizen Temple at night. Although the Daizen Temple was not as powerful as it is now, I

My master, Zen Master Xuanxin, is also a martial artist in the Destiny Realm.”

"Then he was caught by the commander?"

"No, he was caught by me. I was responsible for filling the water in the release pond, and I happened to see him coming over the wall, so I captured him." Qingye said seriously.

As he said that, Qingye pointed in one direction. Next to the pagoda, there was a life-release pond about six or seven feet long and wide. Although it was a bit far away, you could still see various fish fry swimming around in it.

"Then your father refused to accept it and felt that he was losing face. After all, he was captured in just two moves. I thought he was not a bad guy, so I let him go. Then he would go up the mountain to challenge me every month. After going back and forth, he became a

Friend, so you don’t have to worry.”

Aoba smiled.

After saying that, he walked up to the pagoda, bowed, and took out a relic letter from it.

"What's this?"

Lin Mo asked.

"The relic is a Dharmakaya relic. It is also something that your father has been dreaming about for more than ten years."

After saying that, he opened the relic letter, pinched out a lotus-shaped golden blood relic with two fingers, and pressed it against Lin Mo's forehead.

Lin Mo wanted to dodge, but when he thought that Qingye had no reason to harm him, he slowed down. The next moment, it was too late, and he only saw his fingers tapping on his forehead like a dragonfly touching water.

"The mortal bond here is over, you can go down the mountain."

Aoba had no expression on his face, standing with his hands behind his back, looking completely different from just now.

Lin Mo was full of questions and wanted to ask something, but his subconscious told himself that no matter what he asked at this time, he might not get any answer, so he could only nod and say seriously.

"Thank you Zen Master."

Turn around and go down the mountain.

…………

"Senior Brother, is it worth it to lend the last eight Heavenly Dragons to outsiders?"

In front of the pagoda, Qingye had been standing for a long time. An old monk, also dressed in gray, appeared out of nowhere, side by side with Qingye, and asked.

"I am born with wisdom and have the bones of the Buddha. If I had met him ten years earlier, I would have taken him into my family. I have the confidence to cultivate an Arhat in ten years who is free from right and wrong, greed, anger, stupidity and pride, and whose golden body is indestructible. Even

The venerable Bodhisattva who was waiting for full enlightenment and whose heart was connected to heaven and earth, unfortunately it was too late."

Qingye silently recited the Buddha's name to eliminate the regret in his heart.

"Junior brother, this time I leave the world, and the Dazen Temple will be entrusted to you."

"I will obey the order of the host and I will be with you."

The gray-robed monk nodded and said seriously.

Then he seemed a little embarrassed, and with some hope, he whispered, "Senior brother, I heard rumors from my junior brother in White Horse Temple that the realm outside the world contains the secret of truly realizing the Vajra, even Arhat, and Bodhisattva status. I don't know...

"

Qingye was startled, turned his head and took a serious look at the monk in gray, shook his head and moved forward alone.

"Junior brothers are in trouble, and they are all in a sea of ​​misery. How can we talk about this world..."