Valkyrie

Chapter 351

The ancient temple located halfway up the mountain is not as profound as everyone imagined.

After 200 years, the red paint wall has faded and there are many cracks on it.The steps are even covered with moss, and it seems that no one has cleaned them for a long time.

Even the plaque of 'No Zen Temple' looks a bit worn out.

Ci Sheng and Ci Nan led the way, leading them up a hundred steps towards the gate of the temple.Halfway through, it stopped.

Lin Huang's footsteps paused, and he raised his head to look forward.

At the entrance of the temple, there was a monk in white, slowly cleaning the steps, his movements looked a little clumsy, but he was very serious about sweeping.

The appearance of the white-clothed monk was between the middle-aged and the elderly, his face was slightly wrinkled, but his handsomeness was not diminished in the slightest, his brows were gentle and soft, but they were not benevolent.

After a little doubt, Ci Nan and Ci Sheng recited Amitabha twice to the white-clothed monk, and then went straight to the mountain gate.

However, Lin Huang stopped in his tracks.

A pair of eyes fell on the monk in white, and he said with a smile: "I have just been in Wuchan Temple for a few days, and I still don't know how to say Amitabha!"

The white-clothed monk paused in his movements, and when he waved his snow-white monk's robe, he didn't have the slightest Buddha-nature, but instead revealed the strength of Confucianism.

"What's the name of this benefactor, poor monk Xuanmiao!"

The monk in white folded his palms together, his movements seemed a bit jerky.

"I don't know what is going on in the master's mind as the hands holding the pen turn the rosary beads?"

Lin Huang looked at the monk's hands in white and smiled calmly.

"Holding a pen with both hands, you should establish your life for the living and the people, and establish your heart for the world. To inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and to open peace for all generations! When you enter Buddhism, you should first cross yourself, then cross people, and then cross the world!"

The monk in white said with clear eyes.

"Since the master can say that, I have a request. I wonder if the master can lend a helping hand?"

Lin Huang smiled.

The white-clothed monk smiled calmly, and his smile was like a spring breeze, which made people very kind, "Please give me instructions, the poor monk will never refuse anything he can do!"

The smile on Lin Huang's face became brighter. After coughing twice, he continued:
"Master, I beg you to write an article calling for thieves for my thirteen kills!"

As soon as Lin Huang finished speaking, the white-clothed monk's complexion changed drastically. His previous indifference and confidence turned into panic. He dropped the broom in his hand and walked towards the mountain gate.

"The great scholar Cao Mingsheng!"

Outside Wuchan Temple, Lin Huang looked at the figure in white who was running away in a hurry, and suddenly scolded.

In front of the temple gate, the white-clothed monk paused, then turned around, brushed off the dust on his body, and pretended to be calm: "The benefactor is really persistent. In order to kill the poor monk, he chased him to this Wuchan Temple!"

Lin Huang climbed up the steps, Zhongzheng said peacefully: "The ends of the earth, you can't escape. If you are really worthy of the word "great Confucianism", who would dare to kill you?!"

"It's a pity that the poor monk has now entered the Wuchan Temple. Does the benefactor want to prescribe killing in Buddhism?"

The white-clothed monk smiled, but the guard on his face remained undiminished.

Although he is the great Confucian Cao Mingsheng, he is alone now.Although he once had the realm of Marquis Wu, the four people in front of him were not simple.

Moreover, just a few days ago when he cut off three thousand threads of affliction, all his realms were in vain.

"Master is so eloquent, please tell me why I can't kill again!"

Lin Huang asked with a smile.

The white-clothed monk's face froze, and then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Because the Buddhist school is the most important place, it is not stained with red dust, secular world, blood, and karma. If you want to kill me, you have to wait until the poor monk one day walks down this innocent place." Zen Mountain!"

"Oh……"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So, I can't kill Master anymore?"

"Can't kill!"

The white-clothed monk Cao Mingsheng held up the flowers and smiled, the corners of his mouth seemed a little smug.

"Then I don't know, is it possible to beat up the master in this temple?"

"What if the master breaks the precept?"

"The master accidentally rolled down the mountain, so what?"

Lin Huang asked three questions in a row, which made Cao Mingsheng's elegant face look very ugly, and he even looked at Lin Huang with some apprehension.

"Fatty..."

Lin Huang shouted with a smile.

Just as the words fell, Bai Xiaopang laughed, took out a chicken leg and stuffed it into Cao Mingsheng's mouth, then grabbed Cao Mingsheng and threw it into the void.

Lin Huang immediately flew up, beheaded and killed Cao Mingsheng.

Since you are in Buddhism, you are not allowed to kill.Then throw Cao Mingsheng out of the range of Wuchan Temple, can he be killed?

"Two uncles, save me!"

In the void, Cao Mingsheng, who was flying upside down, looked at Cisheng and Cinan who had entered the temple gate, and shouted.His eyes were full of horror. If he had known this earlier, no matter what he said, he would not go to Wuchan Temple, and he would not cut off three thousand threads of trouble.

In the end, the person who was killed by Renzi Thirteen found this place.

Inside the temple gate, Ci Sheng and Ci Nan paused in their footsteps, with expressions of struggle on their faces.Then Ci Sheng turned around, stepped out of the temple gate, and headed towards the forest.

Moaned.

Jun Qingcheng drew his long sword out of its sheath, blocking Cisheng's way.

"Amitabha……"

Ci Sheng looked at the red-clothed girl in front of him, with a look of unbearable expression on his face, but he closed his eyes after all, surrounded by Buddha light, bursting out an endless and vast aura, wanting to imprison Jun Qingcheng.

At this moment, a melodious bell rang suddenly in Wuchan Temple, causing everyone present to stop.

After the bell rang, everyone suddenly heard an old voice, which came from the depths of Wuchan Temple, and it resounded throughout the world:
"The poor monk has no Zen. It is a pleasure to meet the benefactor of Lin Huang. Please tell me like a temple!"

Hearing the old voice in the void, everyone present was taken aback.Unexpectedly, it was Ye Wuchan who spoke. Judging from what he meant, it seemed that he wanted to save Cao Mingsheng.

Cao Mingsheng, who was thrown down by Bai Xiaopang, showed joy on his face. Since Ye Wuchan spoke, his life was saved.

Outside the temple gate, Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, laughed and rushed towards the foot of the mountain:

"Lansheng Linhuang, I paid my respects to Senior Ye Wuchan. I came here today, and I forgot to be polite, and I felt very ashamed. I heard that Senior Ye was a celestial arrogance 200 years ago. Senior Zen!"

Lin Huang's voice was like rolling thunder, pouring into Wuchan Temple.But when his voice fell, the whole person rushed down Wuchan Mountain.Looking at Cao Mingsheng who was secretly delighted in front of him, he waved his hand and stabbed him.

A thud.

Cao Mingsheng's head rolled and fell outside the boundary marker of Wuchan Temple, and the blood spattered out stained the snow-white monk's robe red.

Then Lin Huang grabbed Cao Mingsheng's head and asked the old monk in Wuchan Temple:
"The younger student doesn't know how to address the senior. Should he be called Senior Ye Wuchan or Master Wuchan? If it is Master Wuchan, the younger generation will leave here. Don't let this bloody smell taint the peace and tranquility of Buddhism!"

There was a long silence in the void.

Both Cisheng and Cinan turned their heads and looked at the far-reaching place of Wuchan Temple.The forest at the foot of the mountain is not in a hurry, neither leaving nor stepping into Wuchan Temple.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that there was a dead voice from the back mountain of Wuchan Temple:
"My king, Ye Wuchan!"

(End of this chapter)