The door of the main hall slammed shut behind Lin Chuyi and Mo Jiujiu.
The appearance outside the palace has quietly undergone huge changes.
Mo Jiujiu subconsciously touched the jade wine gourd on his waist and glanced behind him. Behind him was no longer the magnificent grand palace before, but an ordinary hall with no plaque on it.
Except that the main hall is large enough, there is nothing too outstanding about it.
The scenery outside the temple has completely changed. There are no people coming and going, no incense, but a quiet place. Looking up, this scattered Buddhist temple seems to be located in the deep mountains and old forests, surrounded by towering trees.
However, the trees around this temple seem a bit too tall.
Right now they were standing in a wooden corridor. There were trees high and low on both sides of the corridor, including vigorous green pines, straight-growing cypresses, and trees with lush foliage.
There were even some flowers and plants planted very casually beside the corridor. In the bluestone courtyard in front of the main hall, Mo Jiujiu's sharp eyes could even see the moss growing wantonly beside the steps of the courtyard.
How should I put it? This Buddhist place of Bodhisattva seems very ordinary, but it also has a natural and casual feel.
Shi Kong led the two of them through the corridor and towards the courtyard.
In the rather large bluestone courtyard, many monks were sitting in front of the plants, carefully caring for them, watering them, or carefully weeding them, and some even just stared at the plants without moving.
When Shi Kong walked past with Lin Chuyi and Mo Jiujiu, none of the monks stood up or spoke. They just clasped their hands together and nodded slightly.
Facing this group of monks with high and low cultivation levels, Shi Kong smiled and returned the greetings one by one. Even Lin Chuyi and Mo Jiujiu subconsciously smiled on their faces.
The older monks just smiled at Lin Chu and the other two, but the younger monks couldn't help but glance at them curiously.
It wasn't until they passed through the bluestone courtyard and came to another corridor that Lin Chuyi and the two of them took back the smiles on their faces. Mo Jiujiu also quietly moved the corners of his mouth. He felt like he was almost frozen in laughter.
"The place just now is the courtyard for the disciples of our sect," Shi Kong's soft voice slowly sounded, and he introduced the courtyard to the two of them very dutifully, "All the disciples of my Bodhi Sect, all the disciples of the Bodhi Sect are here. You need to choose a seed and nurture it to grow. During the process, you must not use your cultivation skills, and you must not cheat others."
"What if I can't make a living?" Mo Jiujiu asked curiously. This was the first time he heard that the first thing to do when joining a sect was to plant flowers.
"Life and death, prosperity and decay, are all predestined." Shikong smiled slightly and said a Zen saying, then paused and continued, "There are all kinds of predestined dharma in the world. One is not predestined, and there are two."
“What if I can’t survive forever?”
"The world of mortals is like the sea, and it is difficult for the common people to cross. If not even a single plant or tree can be crossed, how can we cross the common people? Our Buddha is compassionate, and this is the way to refine one's mind and cross oneself."
"Is it okay to plant it?"
"Cause and effect are predestined. Now that we have planted them, we will naturally have to wait for them to wither before reincarnation and cause and effect can occur."
In other words, if this plant doesn’t survive, it doesn’t matter. Just keep planting it. When will it survive? Do you have to wait until it survives and naturally withers away before it’s finished?
As soon as these words came out, even Lin Chuyi, who was quite calm, suffocated slightly, let alone Mo Jiujiu. He looked meaningfully at the smiling Shi Kong. This monk looked gentle and ordinary. He's ordinary, and his words sound pretty nice, but he's a bit cruel.
Lin Chuyi suddenly thought of something, frowned and asked, "I just saw that someone seems to have planted a Chinese chrysanthemum tree in the courtyard?"
It was a tall Chinese chrysanthemum tree with lush branches and leaves. The whole tree exuded a sense of vitality and vitality, which was enough to show that the person who planted this tree was very careful.
However, this chun tree is a famous longevity tree in the world of cultivation!
In ancient times, there were people with big trees who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn.
Shi Kong's smile became gentler and he said calmly, "I planted that chun tree."
Lin Chuyi and Mo Jiujiu took a deep breath and involuntarily glanced at the monk in white again, with a rare look of admiration in their eyes.
This master is really ruthless!
On one side, Shi Kong, Lin Chuyi and Mo Jiujiu took a serious tour of the Bodhi Sect, which was not a big one. On the other side, in the main hall with the door closed, a monk and two monks sat quietly facing each other.
"Since I was born, this is the first time I have seen a real monk from the East China Sea." The old monk from Buddha had a very kind attitude.
"This is also the first time for us to see a real enlightened monk in Buddhism." Huo Chanzi was very good at conversational conversation and answered with a smile.
Xiao Guan, who was on the side, raised his eyebrows and stroked his beautiful beard, "Your Majesty, it seems that you are not surprised by our arrival?"
The words were questions, but the tone was very certain.
The old monk of Buddha smiled meaningfully, "My Buddha is compassionate, but also has the wrath of King Kong. The Buddha saves all living beings, and also subjugates and eliminates demons. In this Western Continent, although our Buddhist sect only has three domains, it can reach hundreds of demonic cities."
Buddhism has been taking root in the Western Continent for as long as the Demon Clan, so it is naturally impossible not to notice the slightest movement of the Demon Clan.
"There were rumors in the Eastern Continent that Wu Xie San people are both good and evil because they carry the blood of the demon race." Xiao Guan seemed to have noticed something, with a very subtle look on his face, "We thought this was nonsense. Let’s talk, I wonder if your venerable sir might be able to clear up our doubts.”
Wuxie Sanren has a mixed reputation in the Eastern Continent. He acts freely and casually. Sometimes he can save people when he is in a good mood, and sometimes he can kill people when he is in a bad mood.
But he never participated in any battles in the Eastern Continent. Although it caused a lot of controversy, it did not attract everyone to attack.
When Jianzhai said that there were traces of Wuxie Sanren in the discovery of the demon conspiracy, the monks in the Eastern Continent were a little confused. With Wuxie Sanren's behavior, the most likely thing is that he would take it seriously if he knew about it. Tsukuru didn't see it. If he gets interested one day, he might reveal something, or he might turn around and help the demons.
After all, with Wuxie Sanren's temperament, the demon invasion is a rare event in a century, and with his character that is both good and evil, he might really want to watch the fun and add fuel to the fire.
In the end, the other party actually chose to remind Donglu. Although it was a good thing, he could not stand up to his character, which made the monks both surprised and confused.
Xiao Guan was born in Qianji Pavilion and was quite proficient in the art of heaven and destiny. When he met the old monk of Pagoda, the spirit of the spiritual platform appeared in his heart, so he asked this question.
The smile on the face of the old Buddhist monk did not change. He looked at a straight honeysuckle outside the main hall window, with soft Buddha light in his eyes, "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."
These words seemed to say something, but they also seemed to say nothing at all.
Xiao Guan pondered for a while, seemed to understand something, and nodded.
Huo Chanzi on the side frowned and looked at the old monk of Buddha with great hatred, and then at Xiao Guan, with a hint of enlightenment in his eyes, he just said, why is the speaking style of King Buddha Ming so familiar? It turns out that he has the same virtue as those nagging people in Qianji Pavilion!
He likes to speak in a specious way, in a foggy way.
If you ask too many questions, it’s just one sentence.
The secret must not be revealed!
