Sword comes

Two days later, Chen Pingan and his group passed a high mountain as steep as a woman's eyebrows. After entering the boundary, they met two groups of men and women, one group of more than a dozen people, in just a short time on the mountain trail. They are rich and noble, and most of them are from the government. Several retinues and guards all wear standard long knives, men, women, old and young.The other group of people are full of Jiang Hu Qi, a total of six people, four men about 50 years old, breathing steadily, walking silently, must be the first-class martial arts in Qingluan Kingdom Jianghu, the leader is a hooked nose The old man, with sharp eyes, was accompanied by a round-faced young girl. Although she was not very beautiful, she had a pair of delicate eyes, which were shining brightly.

Both groups of people went up the mountain. When Chen Pingan met those officials, he took the initiative to ask about the local scenery and customs. After some introductions, Chen Pingan knew that there was a golden osmanthus temple on the top of Qingyao Mountain. There are gods practicing in the Taoist temple, but they often close their doors to thank visitors all year round. Last winter, the Taoist temple asked the woodcutter to pass the word and planned to recruit nine disciples. 16 people, each with young girls or immature boys and girls at home, poured into Qingyao Mountain in an endless stream.

Chen Pingan was thinking about the real martial arts swords and short knives that were still in the Governor's Mansion, so he was not willing to join in the fun. Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia had traveled through mountains and rivers in the past two years, especially after seeing the water and land dojo in Qingluan Kingdom and Luo Tianda in Qingshan Kingdom. After offering sacrifices, they were not very interested in opening the door on a mountain to accept disciples. As for whether the Taoist priests at Jingui Temple were real gods or fake masters, the group was even less interested.

In Aquarius Continent, within an ordinary country, Jindan Earth Immortals are already unattainable existences. After all, the existence of hidden dragons and crouching tigers like the Great Li Dynasty is rare in the whole Haoran world.

With Dali Song's iron cavalry stepping on the north of Guanhu Academy, apart from the orthodox name given by the academy, in fact Dali is equivalent to covering half of a state, and Dali is regarded as the tenth largest dynasty in the world The voices became more and more intense.

When meeting the second group of people, the round-faced girl's eyes never ceased to look surprised. A young man in white robes was carrying a bamboo box and a vermilion wine jug on his waist, riding on the back of a yellow ox. The little Heitan girl, with bamboo knives and bamboo swords interlaced hanging from her waist, the stunning woman with a long sword on her back, young Taoist priests and bearded swordsmen, is really a strange traveling team.Could this be the Yamazawa Nooshu that grandpa once said?

Fortunately, although the old man in black is not easy to see at first glance, but as an old Jianghu, he is still willing to say some old rules, and quickly stopped the girl from looking at her unscrupulously. Not only that, but also nodded to Chen Pingan, probably on behalf of the younger generation Apologize.

Chen Pingan cupped his fists and smiled in return.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, we often meet by chance like this, but two groups of people who should have been strangers at this time were reunited by a sudden rainstorm.

The rare squalls and showers made the mountain paths extremely muddy and difficult to walk. The spring cold was already freezing to the bone, and the mountain wind howled. It hurts, and soon his lips are livid, and his whole body is trembling. This is still Pei Qian's physique after practicing martial arts. If it was before practicing martial arts, it is estimated that just the wind and rain of this moment is enough to make Pei Qian unable to get sick.

Chen Ping asked Zhu Lian to explore the road to see if there was any shelter from the rain nearby. The rickety old man was like an ape, tossing and turning among the trees and cliffs, and came back soon. He said that there was a large natural grotto not far away. At that moment, a group of people had settled there and lit a fire to keep warm.Chen Pingan carried Pei Qian on his back, propped up the tung-leaf umbrella brought out from the Ouhua blessing area, and took out a coir raincoat, trying to protect Pei Qian from the impact of mountains, winds and waters.

Zhang Shanfeng could hardly keep his eyes open, walked beside Chen Pingan, and reminded loudly: "There is something wrong with this heavy rain."

Chen Pingan nodded, and took out a relatively ordinary yellow paper talisman, which is the lowest-ranked yang energy lighting talisman in the authentic Danshu. Chen Pingan will use this talisman whenever he encounters mountains and rivers, dilapidated temples or mass burial mounds. To open the way, check the intensity of the evil spirit in one side of the water and soil. Chen Ping twisted the talisman with two fingers, and shook it lightly. After the true energy was poured into it, it was instantly ignited. The time when he broke into the Caiyi Country's Town God's Temple was much less impressive. Chen Pingan was careful not to turn off the lantern amulet, and used the amulet to clear the way to avoid traps ahead.

In the battle of the mountain col, not to mention the formation of a bridge with a Jindan land immortal, it might even attract the coveted eyes of those casual cultivators, so don't be careless.

Not only that, Chen Pingan also asked the yellow earth ox if he knew that there is a big monster in this area who is the king of the mountain. Hibernating underground, I have never heard of mountain spirits making trouble in Qingluan Kingdom before, but 500 years ago, in a Buddhist temple 200 miles away, I saw a scene where monks talked about Buddhism and osmanthus seeds fell like rain. It was amazing, it was rumored at the time that the golden osmanthus seeds that fell all over the temple came from the osmanthus trees of this Qingyao Mountain."

Xu Yuanxia stretched out her hand to support the bamboo hat, and laughed loudly: "Zhang Shanfeng and I have been to that Buddhist temple a long time ago. It is so famous that we had to go, but except for the inscriptions on the wall, I didn't know anything about it. There are several famous Buddhist temples. The ruins have already been locked up, and pilgrims are not allowed to set foot in. We both wandered around for a long time, but we saw a scene, which I wrote in the travel notes. In the twilight, there were two little monks who were responsible for carrying the merit box, probably because they felt that pilgrims were sparse. , there were no outsiders, and the two young monks stood on tiptoe, bent down and reached out to grab the money randomly. After digging for a long time, the little monk who took out a silver first laughed, and the two carried the merit box on their shoulders, and took out the silver. The little novice monk walked in front, and Zhang Shanfeng and I looked at it, and it was really funny. It turned out that the merit box had to be moved to the back, and there was a long flight of steps to walk. Naturally, the ones in the front took advantage, and the ones in the back suffered. .”

Chen Pingan didn't know much about Buddhism, Aquarius Continent's Buddhism was not popular, and it could even be said to be the one with the least incense in the nine continents, so that Chen Pingan was in Ouhua Blessed Land instead, and often went to the heart Xiangsi, just came into contact with some Buddhist teachings, and asked in doubt: "Didn't it be said that monks don't touch money with their hands?"

Zhang Shanfeng smiled, "There is no such thing as an unchangeable rule in the world."

Xu Yuanxia jokingly said: "Those temples are not worth visiting, this is very ingenious."

Scalpers seldom make a sound, unless they are asked by someone else.

It fell silent at this moment, but it clearly remembered that the ancient Buddhist temple was built at the foot of a mountain. At that time, it was in the shade of the mountain, looking at the temple, because it didn't dare to get too close The incense in the world is not only afraid of disturbing the world, but also afraid of arousing the disgust of the gods. It can only see a young monk in a snow-white cassock from a distance. the palm of his hand.

Chen Pingan, Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia were chatting and laughing, and they walked quickly. They put away the remaining half of the lantern talisman and put it into their sleeves. They had already arrived at the cave that Zhu Lian found. It was quite big, like an ancestral hall in a rural village. Accommodates three to 40 people.

Along the way, the yang qi lighting talisman burned slowly, and the farther away from the mountain climbing road, the slower the burning speed. This veritable rain was probably caused by Qi practitioners targeting Jingui Temple's grand event of recruiting disciples.

The people who came to the grotto first were all women, seven or eight of them, the elder was a white-haired old woman, and the youngest was no more than a cardamom girl. Because of the heavy rain, the fence that was originally used to hide her appearance became cumbersome. The coir raincoats were put together at their feet. They were warming up at the fire at the moment. When they saw Chen Pingan and his party, their eyes were cold.

Chen Pingan couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Zhu Lian, who smiled "honestly".

These women from the same sect should have entered the grotto where it was raining, and collected the dead branches early. Now the wind outside the grotto is strong enough to knock down the house, and the heavy rain is torrential. Chen Pingan and his party can only stare blankly. Scholars, although the realm is not high, it is not difficult to start a fire with some introductory techniques, but it is a taboo to practice supernatural powers at will when you are away from home.

Chen Pingan helped Pei Qian set up the cowhide tent, then took out her clean clothes from the bamboo box, and asked Sui Youyou to change Pei Qian's clothes.

When Pei Qian walked out of the tent alive and kicking, the gangsters he had met before also returned the same way, and came to the grotto to shelter from the rain in a panic.

This rain was so heavy that the heroes of the rivers and lakes would bow their heads.

When Chen Ping saw the hooked-nosed old man, he nodded his head first, and the latter also nodded, as a greeting.

Since Chen Ping'an was so polite, Zhu Lian and the others changed positions and silently vacated an open space.

The round-faced girl who looked like a drowned rat had long been surrounded by subordinates to block the sight of outsiders. After all, the rain soaked through the clothes, and the girl's figure was exposed.

After the group of Jianghu people sat down, the round-faced girl began to look at those women again, her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Could you be the mother-in-law and aunt of the Yanzhizhai in Yunxiao Kingdom?"

Previously, the girl just looked at Chen Pingan a few times, and the old man in black tried to dissuade him, but this time the girl's words were so disrespectful, almost provocative, and the old man still closed his eyes and meditated, turning a deaf ear to him.

Over there, a young woman with sharp eyebrows and eyes turned her head and said angrily: "Presumptuous"

The round-faced girl was not afraid at all, and asked back with a smile: "Please tell me, why is this girl so presumptuous?"

These women are from Yanzhizhai, the top wealthy family in Yunxiao Kingdom. Among them, the youngest cardamom girl has a chin as sharp as a goose egg and has a beautiful appearance. There are only a handful of guys in Yunxiao Kingdom who provoke Yanzhizhai so much, so they should be Qingluan Kingdom or a certain sect from Qingshan Kingdom

This girl with a pointed chin subconsciously stretched out her thumb, rubbing the inscription on a delicate short knife at her waist. The yellowed bamboo sheath was round and pleasant in color, and the word "Zi'er" was engraved on the bamboo.

Her senior sister from the same school, the young woman had a pair of mandarin knives on her waist, holding the handle of the knife at this time, her face was as cold as ice, and she said in a deep voice: "Then hold hands and try the depth."

Hand-holding is a relatively elegant way of fighting in the martial arts. It is more literary and less likely to see blood, because as long as the loser sees blood, the victory will be invincible, and it is not a matter of pride.

The round-faced girl made a face at the woman, "Being old and having learned martial arts for decades, what kind of heroine is she who bullies the younger generation?"

The young woman was very angry, she is not yet thirty, what does it mean to have learned martial arts for decades

The white-haired old woman had a graceful demeanor, and whispered to the woman beside her: "What are you doing with a junior to raise your energy? If you can't get enough energy, your martial arts achievements can't be much higher."

The young woman obviously respected the old woman very much, she immediately lowered her head and said, "Remember."

Not far away, the round-faced girl smiled coquettishly, "It's still such an old lady who understands etiquette."

In fact, it is still a "good word" that is not pleasant to listen to.

Chen Ping put aside his personal affairs, but felt that this round-faced girl's ability to poke a knife in someone's heart was really not insignificant.

The old woman didn't care about the offense, she shifted her gaze, and looked at the old man with the hooked nose, "But the boss of Daze Gang Zhu"

The old man in black opened his eyes and said with a smile, "I haven't gone out for nearly 30 years, yet someone still knows my name."

The old woman smiled slightly, "Even after another 30 years, Jianghu will still remember the prestige of old gang leader Zhu."

After the old woman revealed her identity, the expressions of all the girls in Yanzhizhai changed slightly.

Zhu Fengxian, the old demon leader of the Daze gang, has a very vicious reputation. Thirty years ago, he liked to ride a bright red carriage, traveled far and wide, galloped through martial arts in several countries, and was stained with countless blood. There are not a hundred righteous people who died under the hands of this person. There are also eighty, and there are eight disciples under Zhu Fengxian's command, known as the Eight Palaces of Yama, who are all powerful in the Qingluan Kingdom. Only 30 years ago, the Daze Gang suffered heavy losses, and Zhu Fengxian began to retreat. Half of the eight disciples died. Thousands of people, most of the birds and beasts have dispersed. In the past 30 years, the leader of the rivers and lakes who once commanded the heroes in Qingluan's country has been silent.

Just when Zhu Fengxian was about to continue closing his eyes to raise his spirits, the old woman who always gave the impression of being extremely graceful suddenly said: "However, today is different. Compared with 30 years ago, the rivers and lakes are deeper. When you are not in your own territory, it is best to toast more." Less ostentation, more kowtow and less talking."

The round-faced girl's eyes widened suddenly, she just felt that she had heard the funniest joke in the world, and stared at the white-haired old woman, wanting to know if the old lady was crazy.

Zhu Fengxian said indifferently: "If I remember correctly, you Yanzhizhai has been only a second-rate sect in the Yunxiao Kingdom for more than 200 years since your founder founded it. Someone's there"

Chen Ping's head is a bit big, how can he encounter such inexplicable rivers and lakes grievances just because of the rain , and then you will never encounter spirits and ghosts again.

At that moment, Pei Qian listened carefully.This is the rivers and lakes.In the future, I have to leave myself, and now I have to watch and learn more.

Zhu Lian nodded secretly, and the words of the surname Zhu were quite chewy.

The old woman sneered and said: "If there is no accident, old gang leader Zhu wants to send this little girl to Jingui temple to practice the magic of the fairy family, then old boss Zhu knows that the boss of Jingui temple is the same as our Yanzhizhai. Among the nine disciples we know, Yanzhizhai has already decided on one person. It was the old god who took the initiative to speak, so this mountain climbing is just a formality. My little girl, if she really has some aptitude for cultivating Taoism, and the old man likes her, she might have a chance to call our family, Qingcheng, Senior Sister."

The oval-faced girl from Yanzhizhai blushed a little.

The round-faced girl looked at her and said with a smile, "You call it morning, and I call it evening."

Zhu Fengxian smiled slightly, "The master of Jingui Temple is a rare true god. He opened the door to accept disciples this time, so I am willing to come out of the rivers and lakes again. It's just that there is more than one fairy mansion in Qingluan Kingdom. I can kill you all first." Now, I will take my granddaughter to other places to visit immortals, or leave this place directly, and let my Daze disciples secretly protect the girl you escorted up the mountain, so as to teach her to practice Taoism with peace of mind."

The old woman's face was ugly, and she sneered and said: "Going to visit the immortal elsewhere, to put it lightly, why does the old immortal Jin Guiguan have to limit the age? Zhu Fengxian will not know why you will delay it for two or three years. Your granddaughter is still a fart immortal, even if it is hindered Zebang's kindness allowed her to enter the Xian family's mansion, so she can only be a maid who serves others. The Xian family is the most ruthless in cultivating Taoism, do you want me to teach you Zhu Fengxian's truth?"

Zhu Fengxian's face was gloomy.

Even the round-faced girl who seemed to be "delicate and naive" turned dark.

She is not a pure martial artist, but a Qi practitioner of the three realms.

Although the old woman's eyesight is clumsy and she can't see this, the girl knows well that on the road of cultivation, the younger she is, the longer she is two or three years, it may take dozens of years to become a Qi trainer in the middle five realms. It takes years to make up for it.

According to grandpa Zhu Fengxian and the military advisor of the Daze Gang, she is a once-in-a-hundred-year-old talent for cultivating the Tao. Unfortunately, the Daze Gang's arsenal only has one cheat book to help the immortal family enter the middle five realms. An earth immortal who eats the clouds and drinks the dew, and is able to ride the wind for thousands of miles. The book of Taoism comes from a certain immortal family in the history of Qingluan Kingdom, but it is not recorded. Only then can you practice the secret art of this mountain and inherit it from the Patriarch Hall.

Pei Qian squatted beside Chen Ping'an, listening to it with relish, and felt that this kind of verbal confrontation was the most interesting, and it was more exciting than watching women scratching each other on the streets of Nanyuan Kingdom's capital when she was a child.

Chen Pingan was a little worried. Neither of the two sides was fuel-efficient. He was afraid that they would fight if they disagreed. The two gangs of Yanzhizhai can't fight when they go out

Chen Pingan sighed, stood up, walked straight between the two groups of people, walked to the door of the grotto, twisted out the half lantern talisman hidden in his sleeve with his fingers, and ignited again, a small golden flame, Even in such a heavy wind and rain, it is still like grass in the warm spring breeze, swaying leisurely, then Chen Pingan turned his head and said with a smile: "This rain is strange, this unusual evil spirit , From the beginning of the rain until now, it has been continuous, and it is very likely that it was done by the Qi practitioners hiding in the dark. Depending on the situation, the gods of Jingui Temple have not made a move yet, so you are going to Jingui Temple this time. You must be careful on the road, you might as well put aside the grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes for the time being, after all, it is the road of cultivation that the two girls are close at hand, and more importantly, this mountain climbing is almost regarded as walking on the road of cultivation."

Chen Ping glanced at each of the two girls, and said slowly: "The path of cultivation under your feet should get narrower and narrower. If you don't like each other, the avenue is so wide, so you can go your own way."

Zhu Fengxian nodded with a smile, "What this young master said is very true. I hope to have the opportunity to come to our Daze Gang as a guest in the future. Zhu will definitely set up a big table to welcome the wind."

Although they are some kind words, but these kind words uttered by the old devil Zhu Fengxian himself are worth a lot of real money, at least in the Jianghu of Qingluan Kingdom.

The white-haired old woman glanced at the yellow paper talisman in Chen Ping'an's hand, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency's kind words, our family Qingcheng will definitely remember them in our hearts."

The oval-faced girl smiled at Chen Ping'an.

The yang qi lighting talisman on Chen Ping's fingertips has been completely burned out, and the golden flames have been extinguished. Chen Ping rubbed his fingertips and laughed, "Someone said that when you walk in the rivers and lakes, you can't beat your fists. Be a fairy , the tricks are useless."

The round-faced girl smiled and asked, "Dare to ask, sir, which expert said it?"

Chen Pingan replied: "A friend."

The round-faced girl who called herself "Night" stretched out her thumbs and said, "Convinced."

The oval-faced girl named "Qingchen" was a little curious about the young man's identity.

Zhu Fengxian and the old woman from Yanzhizhai looked at each other, they were both old Jianghu, and everything was kept silent.This small feud between the two parties is nothing compared to the practice of their juniors. Even if they harbor grievances, before climbing the mountain and successfully entering the Jingui Temple, the two sides really need to keep the well water from the river water. Even if there is danger on the road, maybe Daze Bang and Yanzhizhai also need to cooperate sincerely and help each other.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked outside.

The heavy rain is still staggering.

I don't know what season it is in the Blessed Land of Ouhua

I don't know of the ten people in the world over there today, who are not the national teacher Zhongqiu, the head of the Hushan School Yu Zhenyi, and Bird's Eye Peak Lufang must be among them.

I don't know if the house in that alley has brand-new door gods and Spring Festival couplets posted

Chen Ping sighed softly.

After picking up the bamboo box, Chen Ping'an was only carrying the half-immortal weapon, the "Sword Immortal", that the Fu family of the old Dragon City borrowed from Fan Junmao and compensated him.

Chen Ping raised his head and looked at the height of the dark rain.

I was ignorant and ignorant back then, and I remember that there was a guy wearing a bamboo hat and leading a donkey, "bragging" that his swordsmanship could not enter in heavy rain with splashing water.

Now even he, Chen Pingan, can do it.

I just don't know when I can become a real sword fairy

With the "Sword Immortal" behind him, it was difficult for Chen Pingan to draw the sword out of its sheath for the time being. Thinking of this, he took off the Yangjian Gourd and drank a big mouthful of wine.

I just forgot that the wine in the jug was not sweet-scented osmanthus brewing or Shuijingxianren brewing, but medicinal wine made by Fan Junmao. Chen Ping'an suddenly became terrified, his face flushed, and he coughed endlessly, so he had to cover his mouth with the back of his hand , turned around, slightly apologetic, and resentfully walked towards Pei Qian.

For a while, there was no fairy demeanor.

Baishui Temple is located in the south of the central part of Qingluan Kingdom. There are springs in the temple, rolling like pearls, making tea first, so that scholars from Yunxiao and Qingshan often come here to drink tea from the spring. It is reasonable that the incense of the temple is at its peak, so it is also known as the Beishan Temple in the capital, but compared with the activeness of the eminent monks of Beishan Temple in the court and the public, the monks of Baishui Temple do not seem to like to show their faces, and in the past hundred years, no one has appeared. It can be called a dazzling Zen master, and it is inevitable that he will be suspected of relying on his laurels.

Therefore, Beishan Temple was the most popular in this extremely grand debate between Buddhism and Taoism. On the other hand, Baishui Temple, which has a thousand years of history, has not yet had a single monk who threatened to attend the event that determined the order of the three religions.

Recently, the spring rains have been continuous, and the temples of Qingluan Kingdom stand in the misty rain. Today at dusk, a young monk in a snow-white cassock walked slowly in Baishui Temple.

The gate of Baishui Temple has been closed for more than a month, and those sincere good men and women have suffered.

The young monk's face was cold, and the old monk and the young novice greeted him along the way, and the young monks in eye-catching cassocks all ignored him, and everyone took it for granted.

The young monk came to the railing of a small pond with quiet green water. This inconspicuous pond has the reputation of Longtan, because it is rumored that an old turtle lives in the small but bottomless pond, which was built by Baishui Temple. When the monks released life at the beginning, whenever the monks of Baishui Temple preached the scriptures to the most wonderful point, the old turtle would come out of the water. Regarding this matter, there are detailed records in the official history of Qingluan Kingdom, and no one doubts it.

The young monks continued to walk casually, walking in the promenade on the side of the main hall, climbing up step by step. A string of exquisite bells hung under the eaves. The essence of ", bred and lived in the bell, at this time they flew out of the bell one after another, with a pair of transparent wings, and began to shake the wind chime.The young monk didn't seem to like the peaceful atmosphere of the ding-dong sound and the quietness of the ancient temple, and frowned.

Those small and exquisite spirits immediately hid in the bell.

The young monk turned his head and looked down at a small square behind the Daxiong Hall, which was the site of "eminent monks preaching, and celestial maidens scattered flowers" in the history of Baishui Temple. He remembered that a lot of golden osmanthus seeds fell that day. In the pile of osmanthus, the monk who preached the Dharma was not very used to the fragrance, and even sneezed several times.The listener thought about it, thought it understood, and thought out a lot of ideas, and then wrote them all on the stone tablet of Baishui Temple.

After walking the stairs and climbing to the top, I bypassed the Sutra Library and walked to the side of the abbot's room. There is a half-person-high yellow mud wall surrounding a small world. There is a well with stone tables and benches beside the well.

The young monk pushed open the small gate made of bamboo and wood, and walked to the well. The mouth of the small well had been blocked for many years.

In the early years, there was a famous Buddhist koan here, which is said to have been heard of even in Shenzhou, China. This is the reason why Baishui Temple has not produced eminent monks for nearly a hundred years, but it still stands tall.Regarding this public case, Baihe Temple has been arguing for hundreds of years, the major temples of Qingluan Kingdom have quarreled, Buddhism and Taoism have quarreled, and literati who have studied Buddhism in the past have also quarreled over it. There are as many as forty high-virtuous monks and literary masters from all over the world for their opinions on this case.

The abundance of scriptures in Baishui Temple, the essence and completeness of rare and rare books, are the highest in Qingluan Kingdom, but this young monk standing by the well in a daze hates that place the most, and has never set foot in it once.

The word from the scriptures is the devil's theory.

The Buddha's head is just wearing dung.

He sat on the blocked wellhead, which looked like a round stool. He had a problem that he couldn't figure out all these years.

I remember that the Buddhist scriptures said that for an arhat who became a Buddha later, the demon appeared and threatened him. The arhat was terrified, so he went to the Buddha, and the Buddha gave a righteous law, and the demon was eliminated.

When the young monk read this for the first time, he didn't think deeply about it, but one day he woke up with a start and fell into endless pain.

He has an obsession in his heart.

"Why is it that I, a monk in a small temple, am confident that I will not lose my composure when I meet a demon? The great arhat who is destined to become a Buddha, but a disciple of the Buddha, will feel fear and panic. How is this different from ordinary masters who have never studied Buddhism? Where is the root of wisdom, where is the Dharma learned by the Buddha, and where is the Dharma taught by the Buddha? How high and far can the Buddha Dharma be taught by such an arhat?"

The young monk was puzzled and sat alone at the mouth of the well, tears streaming down his face.

This young monk, who suddenly became enlightened when he was young, vaguely remembers his former self. It was here that he beheaded a cat, broke it in two, and threw it into the well.

The young monk has been reticent for so many years, but he worked hard in Baishui Temple, so his hands and feet were calloused, and his hands and feet were covered with blood.

He slapped the sealed well mouth time and time again, his palms gradually became bloody and bloody, and he didn't even know it.

The young monk spoke hoarsely, weeping uncontrollably, and still slapped the mouth of the well with his palm, "Wrong, wrong, you are wrong again, the Dharma is in it, and I was wrong too. Zen cannot be said, and it is wrong to speak, but it is also wrong for us not to speak." It's all wrong, how can I be good"