super comprehension

When Ling Zifeng woke up, it was completely dark.

The door to the room was open. At first glance, he saw the dim landscape lights outside, decorating the small courtyard very poetically.

Looking around, Ling Zifeng found that he was already in an environment dominated by yellow.

It seems that this place should be a Zen room. The layout is extremely simple, with a desk and a wooden couch for sitting or lying on. The surrounding walls are covered with yellow silk cloth, which flutters in the slight wind.

A different kind of supernatural.

There was no one in the room, only a stick of incense that was almost burning to the end.

As soon as he saw the incense, Ling Zifeng knew that the faint Sanskrit fragrance he smelled when he was at the gate of Yanqing University was the source of this incense.

Of course, unlike the light fragrance that I smelled then, the room is now filled with a strong scent of Sanskrit fragrance.

Ling Zifeng knew the benefits of this kind of Sanskrit incense, so he took a big breath. This incense passed through his heart, lungs and four vessels, just like a uremic patient undergoing dialysis, letting him hang on a thread.

The vital symptoms slowly returned to normal.

"Is there anyone there?" When Ling Zifeng felt that he no longer had difficulty breathing, he called out the door.

However, there was no sound coming from outside the empty door, only the roar of the motors of the cars passing by outside the temple.

Ling Zifeng, who didn't hear any reply, felt puzzled and turned over to the ground.

He tried to circulate the true energy in his body, and found that he could gather and disperse it at will, and it seemed to be more comfortable than before.

"Where is this place? Who saved me?" Ling Zifeng knew that the injuries in his body had been completely healed, and it seemed that with the help of some external force, his true energy had been strengthened.

After Ling Zifeng searched around the temple, he found that there was no one there. When he returned to the room where he was lying just now, he discovered that on the quaint desk, there was a small note pressed with a paperweight, and someone was using a calligraphy pen on it.

I wrote a few lines of words.

Obviously, this little note should be written to myself.

Ling Zifeng took out the note and held it under the slightly dim light, only to see clearly the note written in small calligraphy: "I have an appointment to go west and will return later tomorrow. There is still food left in the small temple, please help yourself. If so,

If we are destined, please wait until I come back to talk to you."

The signature is: "Crazy Monk".

"Crazy monk?" Ling Zifeng was obviously confused by the appearance of such a character. At present, what he wanted to understand most was what kind of thing he had just encountered, and why he had no memory at all.

Since this crazy monk asked him to stay here, and he didn't have any good place to go, it would be better to obey his orders and stay here for the time being.

Ling Zifeng had just walked around the temple and knew that it was a small temple with front and back halls. It was a small temple with a very strange layout.

In the small half year of his life in the world, Ling Zifeng was most interested in temple culture. Therefore, he knew that in general, in small temples, the front hall did not enshrine gods, but was a place where incense was signed or the door attendants lived.

The temple is the place where gods are worshiped. There is also talk about temples worshiping gods. Generally, small temples worship small gods such as the God of Wealth and Land, and very few worship big gods such as Bodhisattva.

However, this small temple, in terms of area, only covers an area of ​​more than three acres at most. It is a small temple among small temples. However, the front hall of this small temple actually enshrines gods, and what is enshrined is not ordinary gods, but great gods.

Manjushri Bodhisattva.

The apse, which is generally used to worship gods, is an empty hall that seems to be used for gatherings and does not worship any gods.

The room where Ling Zifeng was lying when he woke up was a wing on the east side. Next to the room was the kitchen.

The pot and stove in the kitchen seemed to have been used just now. As soon as people walked in, there was a rush of heat. On a short dining table, there were actually two dishes: a bowl of braised pork and a bowl of fried zucchini.

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It may not be a strange thing that there are dishes. The crazy monk should have prepared them here before he left. He correctly responded to the note on the note, "There is still food left in the temple." However, these two dishes made Ling Zifeng uncomfortable.

Understood. It was obviously made by the person called "Crazy Monk", so why is there pork?

However, Ling Zifeng, who had eaten something in the morning, had not eaten yet, so he did not care about whether the monk was a vegetarian or not. After finding rice, he hurriedly filled his stomach.

After eating, he returned to the room and found that the incense stick had burned to the end. Ling Zifeng quickly found one from the side and added another one. This incense stick was made to be very long and extremely resistant to burning.

At this length, this stick of incense may burn for an entire day.

After lighting the incense, Ling Zifeng lay down on the wooden couch with his clothes on, closed his eyes and rested his mind. He had to seize the time to rest, look for clues, and try to practice some more at night.

In the confusion, Ling Zifeng suddenly heard the sound of pattering outside. He looked up and saw that it was already raining outside. The sound was the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. It seemed that it was raining heavily.

Ever since he was sensible, Ling Zifeng has liked rainy days. The moisture in the air brought by the rain makes all the pores in his body feel moist. He likes this feeling, as if he has returned to the belly of his mother who gave birth to him.

In the belly, the beauty of the birth of life is extended again.

In addition, there is another factor that makes Ling Zifeng like rainy days even more. Because as soon as he practices the Heart Buddha Zen Sutra, he will feel hot all over, almost to the point where his blood vessels are about to swell. And on rainy days, especially when the Qingpan is large

On rainy days, he would feel much less hot and uncomfortable when practicing.

Hearing that it was raining outside, Ling Zifeng quickly got up and walked outside. He knew that there was a strange semi-enclosed pavilion on the west side of the small temple. When he inspected the terrain at night, he took a fancy to this place. It was obviously a

A very good place to meditate and practice.

It rained heavily at this time, and the pavilion was surrounded by water vapor, which was exactly what Ling Zifeng wanted.

Just because he was considering that Tuoshen could not withstand the high temperature and pressure during his cultivation, Ling Zifeng hoped that such an environment could alleviate some of his pain and prevent him from causing trouble again. This time, Tuoshen played with fire on the high-speed train, and he still can't.

He was in the recovery period. Therefore, Ling Zifeng decided to practice some other martial arts techniques tonight to help Tuoshen recover.

At this point, Ling Zifeng carefully reflected on the past days, and suddenly found that his rebirth into a person whose soul had not left was perhaps an arrangement from God. Once it comes, let's make peace with it. Therefore, Ling Zifeng decided to do his best to fight with

Let's live in peace and harmony.

Ling Zifeng walked to the center of the pavilion and sat cross-legged on the marble floor.

However, as soon as he sat down and before he could fully concentrate, he heard a sound that was different from the sound of rain.

Ling Zifeng could tell that the sound came from the roof of the west wing. It seemed like the sound of someone walking on the tiles. From time to time, there was also a slight crisp sound made by the tiles bearing weight.

Although the sound was almost difficult to distinguish among the sound of rain, the "Wonderful Listening Technique" used by Ling Zifeng to concentrate before he practiced allowed him to distinguish two different sounds.

Soon, he heard two people talking quietly.

"Isn't this coming too early? The crazy monk might not even be asleep yet." A woman's voice said.

She deliberately lowered her voice, making the sound at the bottom of her throat sound a bit like a man's, but Ling Zifeng still knew that it was the voice of a woman over forty or fifty years old.

"Gui Mao, you don't know that the meat-and-wine monk must have been drunk and sleeping in bed by now." A man's voice came.

Similarly, Ling Zifeng also heard that this man was also in his fifties.

"You're so big, how do I know if he's sleeping or not?" The woman seemed a little anxious and started scolding the man.

The man laughed strangely twice and responded: "Others don't know who this crazy monk is, but you don't know either. As for the background of the crazy monk, how many people in the world can compete with you?"

For example, you have had sex with him, do you know how many hairs he has down there?"

"What's the matter, are you jealous? Let me tell you the truth, I really don't know the monk's background. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to climb the roof with you on this rainy day."

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From the exchanges between the two of them, Ling Zifeng knew that the female was Shen Wuniang and the male was Sun Gongbao.

It was obvious that these two people came for the crazy monk.

Originally, Ling Zifeng had no interest in these two people at all, and the grudge between them and the crazy monk seemed to have nothing to do with him. However, when Shen Wuniang mentioned the "fatwa", his heart skipped a beat.

The child hung up.

"Master clearly asked us to come to this world to find the remnants of the Heart Buddha lineage and the Heart Buddha boy, but you must settle the old grudges with this crazy and stupid monk first, and you are not afraid of missing the sect's fatwa.

’, I won’t be able to eat and walk around by then.”

Shen Wuniang seemed to have a strong opinion on Sun Gongbao's decision, so she repeatedly used her master's words to suppress him.

As soon as Shen Wuniang mentioned the Heart Buddha Child and the so-called "fatal order" to Sun Gongbao, Ling Zifeng's heart suddenly tightened.

"Master didn't ask us to find Taoist Priest Zixia, and let's talk about the fatwa. Now, we don't know where the ghost Taoist priest is hiding, so why are you anxious? And there is no need to worry about that little brat.

The heart-Buddha system has been destroyed. Even if the little kid doesn't die, he won't be able to achieve anything. Are you afraid that you'll see that old man later? Well, you won't be able to show it anymore. Don't forget, you are me now.

Sun Gongbao’s woman, don’t sleep in my bed thinking about other men.”

"Fuck your mother." Seeing that Sun Gongbao was determined to find the crazy monk first, Shen Wuniang had no choice but to follow him and jump down from the roof.