The First Cause of All Realms

Lanke Mountain is tall and majestic, looking at it from a distance, like a ridge of the sky.

But it is not just a mountain, but a mountain range that stretches for innumerable distances, including countless temples.

The ancestral land of Zen is Dachan Temple, but for thousands of years, Lanke Temple has the most incense, the largest number of believers, the largest number of temples, and the largest number of monks.

At this moment, just before dawn, the night is dark, there is no moon, and there are only stars. The huge Lanke Mountains is like a giant beast with countless tentacles, mysterious and dangerous.

To the top of the mountain, there is an ancient temple, a big Buddha, and an old Bodhi tree.

Besides, there is an old monk and a young monk.

The old monk was wearing a gray robe with a sad face, and the younger monk was wearing a moon-white robe. In the night wind, both of them were looking at the mountains.

"Thirty years ago, Xu Wenji wrote a book to rule the country in ten directions, and the court was shaken.

The great Zen master Guangjue was defeated, and he almost died, so he had to hand over the demon pestle and all the fields, gold and silver, and tenant farmers..."

Overlooking the disrepaired or collapsed temples in the mountains, the old monk's face became more and more sad:

"In the past thirty years, six or seven of the temples in Lanke Mountain have been abandoned, and they are still decreasing year by year..."

Speaking of this, Hui An let out a long sigh:

"You've looked at it for a long time, can you count how many temples there are in the rotten Keshan?"

"The disciples are not counted."

Su Ming put his hands together and answered calmly:

"But it should be no less than 1,300 rooms..."

Hui An looked sideways:

"Then where are you?"

"Look at people."

"Look at people?"

Hui An was startled, then looked down the mountain.

In the darkness of the night, there are countless black spots in the mountains and forests, heading towards the temples all over the mountains and plains. With the movement of these black spots, the temples will light up with candles.

"Just some pilgrims, what's so good about them?"

Hui An was a little surprised.

Incense burners are actually believers at the foot of the mountain. Before dawn every day, they will travel to and from many temples in the mountains, bringing incense candles and ingredients to replace many monks lighting candles, burning incense, carrying water, cooking, cleaning, laundry...

But this has been a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years. It is like this every day, rain or shine, so that he did not expect that the 'Buddha' he accepted was watching these.

"Where the Lanke Temple is located, there are mountains nearby, and there is no one lower than a thousand feet. An ordinary public person who has no martial arts and has to carry a heavy burden has to go back and forth. Those who have quick legs and know the way will probably have to spend a day and a night..."

Su Ming said softly.

"I didn't notice that."

Hui An shook her head slightly, but said solemnly:

"Su Ming, you are now a Buddhist son of my Lanke Temple. It is the right thing to recite the scriptures, worship the Zen, and teach the scriptures and practice martial arts. You don't need to pay attention to some trivial matters."

As he spoke, Xu was afraid that he would think about it, and added:

"These pilgrims are all good believers in my Buddhism. This is what they want and where their livelihood is. You must not think wildly..."

"Master said, the disciple understands that these incense burners make a living from this. If they don't have this livelihood, maybe their family will lose their livelihood. It's just..."

Su Ming sighed:

"It's just that the disciples really don't understand. The monks in the temple are full of energy and strong in body, but why even the little things like lighting candles, burning incense, fetching water, cooking, cleaning, and laundry are done by others."

From Qingzhou to Lanke Temple, he walked for six years. In the past six years, he has seen officials illegal, met Qiangliang Jiedao, and seen someone sell his body to bury his father and expose his body to the wilderness.

This was a tragic world he had never heard of or seen before he left the city of Montenegro.

The further he walked, the more confused he became.

He originally thought that when he came to this Buddhist holy place, Lanke Temple would get rid of his doubts, but what he saw and heard was completely different from what he thought.

Lanke Mountain is high, majestic and beautiful, among which there are thousands of temples, magnificent and magnificent, with thousands of Buddha statues, or white stone carvings, or gilded clay sculptures, which are spectacular...

Tens of thousands of monks, living on high mountains, recite sutras and worship Buddha, participate in Chan and practice martial arts, and the momentum is huge, just like the scene of a holy place.

But in the mountains and at the foot of the mountains, there are hundreds of thousands of people, millions of people, working day and night, providing supplies with flesh and blood, from generation to generation, called believers, and they are really serfs.

There are also great monks who enjoy themselves freely, worship Buddha during the day and teach sutras, and consecrate their children at night.

Under the solemnity, in fact, it hides dirt and filth...

"you…"

Hui An heard the meaning of his words, and wanted to be angry, but thinking about his current status, the anger disappeared again, and sighed:

"Visiting Zen and worshipping the Buddha is a major event. If you stick to trivial matters, you will inevitably get dusty. Moreover, believers are willing to get close to the Buddha land. How can I stop them?"

"Amitabha."

He folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, Su Ming was noncommittal.

"Master Guangjue asked you to be a son of Buddha and put all your heart and soul into it. Now that the Buddha's meeting is imminent, you must not talk nonsense and make people taboo."

Xu Shi felt that what he said was a bit heavy, and Hui An added:

"If you feel that this is inappropriate, after the Buddhist meeting, you can discuss it privately with the great Zen master. At this moment, keep your original heart and don't be impulsive."

"My heart..."

Su Ming muttered, with shame on his face:

"You are right, disciple, you should keep your heart..."

"Um?!"

Hui An was nodding, and suddenly realized that something was wrong:

"You, what are you going to do?!"

"Master, you know that Jialan is a Buddhist Dharma protector, but do you know what kind of law Jialan protects?"

A faint golden light overflowed from Su Ming's body, soft but strong, and pushed the old monk Hui An out ten feet away.

"Su Ming, don't make a mistake!"

Hui An's expression changed suddenly.

He raised his qi and attacked, but how could he dislodge the 'Great Diamond Power' in front of him, so he could only scold him sharply.

"Jalan, the **** who protects the Dharma, is the unselfish Bodhisattva..."

In the golden light like a tide, the solemn look on Su Ming's face was dispelled by his anger. He looked at the dark cave and the temple in the candlelight:

"Ask my Buddha, what should I do now that there are evil demons polluting my Buddha land, destroying my Dharma, distorting scriptures, stealing temples, and deceiving believers..."

"Su Ming don't..."

Hui An's eyes were split, and his voice became hoarse.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that this ignorant disciple who had followed him for more than ten years had already become an existence beyond his grasp.

He regretted a lot in his heart, but he couldn't stop it at all, but he could only watch the golden light rush back like a waterfall, turning into thunder and roaring, tearing the night, echoing in the mountains:

"Subduing the devil!"

"Subduing the devil!"

"Subduing the devil!"

…

…

hoo~

When he opened his eyes, he was still in a closed wooden house. When he closed his eyes, the first thing that appeared was the boundless sea of ​​stars. In the dark, he could perceive the star corresponding to him.

Just wait for yourself to wipe it carefully, polish it slowly, and then it can be ignited.

"Fate map!"

After more than a year of searching, and today finally found it, Yang Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help thinking of his old man.

The old man's extraordinary luck made him puzzled.

He himself has six purple lives, and he doesn't have such amazing luck...

Thoughts turned, he began to think about the old man.

The old man is content with the status quo, and he is not very diligent in practicing martial arts, let alone the mysterious and mysterious fairy way. What he has done over the years, the things related to his rank, seem to be creating people...

and many more!

"The dao fruit of the old man is Yu Yin! Creating a man seems to be in line with his magical powers, and..."

Yang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Fire Dragon, Sun Fine Iron, Three Kills Loose Humans, and even the original Broken Knife, this seems to be the shadow of the old man?!"

This thought flashed by, and he couldn't help being stunned. He didn't know what to think. With his backhand, he took out the blue water and cold pool map from the mustard seed space.

There was no response to his message, as if at the other end of the picture scroll, Taiyi sect really cut off the inheritance.

"Is it really cut off?"

A faint regret flashed in his heart, Yang Yu's eyes swept away, and he had already found what he wanted.

From Xu Shengyang, Xu Pingsheng to the last Gan Shanyue, most of their messages were expressing their unspeakable emotions when they went out, but among them, they naturally had some experience in practice.

What he found at this time was the conversation between Xu Shengyang and Lu Sheng.

[That monkey is really ferocious. I still remember when I first met it, it was just a ignorant and ferocious little hozen. Who would have expected it to have grown to such a degree in a short period of time...]

[He acts violently and flamboyantly, but this is precisely the proof that he has no distracting thoughts and fits his own rank and supernatural powers. Those who practice the Dao from time to time will naturally gain the fruits of the Dao.

This is the essence of immortality, you are not ignorant]

[Even so, I still feel envious. Like monkeys, the three altars of the sea, along the way, it is extremely dangerous, but words and deeds are short-cut, and a year of practice may be better than you and me for a hundred years]

[Follow the way, get the fruit, their original intention is like this, so there is no disadvantage. You and I have tens of thousands of worries in my heart, even if I force myself to disguise and perform, it will not be the right way after all]

[I can act for a day, but I can't act every day...]

…

When he first saw this passage, Yang Prison was at a loss for understanding, but after getting a little bit of experience left by the many supernatural powers in the life map, he figured out a little taste.

"Without distracting thoughts, in line with one's own rank...doing the way, gaining fruit...interpreting, disguising..."

"Fit, fit..."

After chewing on the conversation between the two and comparing with the old man, Yang Yu came to an astonishing conclusion.

"Words and deeds are in line with one's own rank, supernatural power, is the true meaning of immortal cultivation?!"

Yang Yu didn't know if this conclusion was correct, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, but after a second thought, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Kuixing is the **** who catches ghosts and subdues demons, but in this world, how can there be ghosts and demons?

After the death of Duan Qilong and others, it was the soul that he took away, and the only thing he had contact with, the devil-related one, seemed to be Qi Gang...

"I have dragon slaying skills, but there are no dragons in the world?"

The excitement faded, and Yang Yu put away the picture of the clear water and cold pool.

His mind was a little distracted, and while he took out the black iron broad beans to swallow, he took out the profound stones in the mustard seed space to absorb them, and practiced the Yuan Magnetic True Body Art.

For the next few days, Yang Prison did not go out again, and practiced meditation. Soon, the day came to fight with Qi Daoguang.

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The power outage for two hours in the early morning killed me. Fortunately, I got rid of a chapter. Next, I have to speed up the progress!

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