To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

Almost a stick of incense later.

A simple courtyard appeared in front of the two people as the light of the relics surged.

The door of the courtyard has been decayed by time. Looking from the outside, you can directly see the inside of the courtyard.

There are only simple stone tables and benches on display, and there is no luxury like those at the helm of the Cangwu Sect and the Tianqi Dynasty.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the residence of the once glorious Zen Master Jishi of Kuruo Temple.

But Kong Ji's memory was absolutely unmistakable. He could see clearly in the dreamland of Jade Perfection that this was indeed the place where Zen Master Jishi sat in meditation.

He moved two paces faster and walked in front of Cong Yun, entering the courtyard first.

It had been half a day since they entered the Kuruo Temple.

It seemed that apart from the black mist, there was no other particularly fatal danger, which confirmed Kong Xi's speculation that the culprit had probably escaped from this place through the identity of the old prince.

That's why he is so bold.

Bang! The wooden door in the house turned into sawdust and scattered on the floor when Kong Ji's palm touched it lightly.

Kong Ji and Cong Yun were not polite and filed into the house.

There was no bed in the house, only a stone seat, which was dented by people sitting cross-legged for many years.

I think it was left behind because Zen Master Jishi often meditated on that stone seat.

There are bookshelves on the four walls of the house, which contain Buddhist scriptures carved on bamboo slips.

Most of it was rotten.

Kong Xian walked to one of the bookshelves and tentatively picked up one of the volumes.

As soon as the palm of his hand touched the bamboo slip, it turned into powder in Kong Ji's hand.

Seeing this scene, Cong Yun was heartbroken and quickly stopped him: "Donor Kong, please don't touch them again. These are precious Buddhist classics. The young monks are all going to take them back to Yunmo."

These bamboo slips were worthless to Kong Ji, but they were regarded as treasures to Congyun.

"Got it!" Kong Zhi relaxed his shoulders indifferently and glanced around the bookshelves with his empty vision. After confirming that there was nothing he was looking for, he moved his eyes to the sunken bookcase where Zen Master Jishi sat. Stone seat.

In the illusion of Jiwan, Zen Master Jishi sat there and responded to his question.

"Maybe we can find something." Kong Ji rolled his eyes and started walking towards the stone seat.

As for Cong Yun, he used magic spells one after another to consolidate the bamboo slips that were on the verge of collapse and carefully put them into storage bags.

Kong Zhi glanced at the monk and didn't pay too much attention. Instead, he leaned over the stone seat and lightly touched the stone seat itself with his fingers.

The surface of the stone base is rough, giving it the impression of an ordinary stone.

Without waiting for him to take his arm back.

"Om Mani Padme Moo"

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly echoed in Kong Chi's ears.

That kind of Sanskrit sound was different from the malicious Buddhist sound that Kong Xian heard on the stone steps outside the main hall of Kuruo Temple.

As soon as the sound resounded, Kong Ji's mind cleared up, and his consciousness was like a clear spring blowing by, giving him a sense of clarity.

Even Kong Ji's five senses were much sharper at this moment.

"It can consolidate the consciousness and soul, a good thing!" Kong Ji's eyes immediately brightened.

If he had had this stone platform to help him before being dragged into the illusion, he wouldn't have been able to get there at all.

"Even an ordinary stone will turn into a spiritual object after Zen Master Jishi was planted as a holy monk and sat in meditation for hundreds of years and was influenced by the sound of Buddha every day."

Just when Kong Xian was about to take this first treasure he got from Kuruo Temple into his pocket.

Cong Yun didn't know when he had walked to the stone platform. A pair of bright eyes looked at Kong Zhi, causing him to subconsciously stop his movement of lifting the stone platform.

"What are you doing!" Kong Jiang glanced at the fair-weather monk angrily.

"This stone already has Buddha nature. I wonder if Donor Kong can part with me." Congyun said the Buddha's name and asked Kong Xian with a sincere expression.

Kong Ji narrowed his eyes, he was obviously unwilling.

However, when he thought about the chance target of his trip, the Xuanwu Furnace, after hesitating for a moment, he still nodded and motioned for Cong Yun to take it away.

However, he was not the one to suffer, so he added: "You, the monk, can't steal the next spiritual object from me."

"Donor Kong, don't worry, as long as it's not from Buddhism, I don't want anything." Cong Yun really fell into the trap, and after replying to Kong Ji seriously, he quickly took the stone seat away.

Originally it was just a simple distribution of spiritual objects.

Neither Kong Ji nor Cong Yun paid much attention.

When Cong Yun put away the stone seat, the two of them were about to get up and leave this position.

The light from the relic Cong Yun held in his hand suddenly shone on the floor under the stone seat.

The words appeared faintly on the originally ordinary floor.

But after Cong Yun stood up, the handwriting quickly disappeared as the brilliance of the relic faded.

That clue is fleeting and ordinary people may not notice it.

Not wanting Kong Ji to keep his virtual vision open, he immediately caught the anomaly and blurted out one word to stop Cong Yun from leaving: "Slow!"

Cong Yun suddenly froze and gave Kong Zhi a questioning look.

The latter did not respond, squatted down again, waved to Cong Yun, and motioned for him to lean down as well.

Congyun was very cooperative.

As he lowered his body, the light of the relic in his hand hit the floor again. The light reflected the clouds, and five iron-painted silver hooks, each with vigorous handwriting, appeared in their sight.

'There is no way forward'

These five simple words are affected by the emotions of the writer. Even after a long time, Kong Jiang can still taste the confusion and sadness of the writer from the lines.

"The relics can break through illusions, and indeed we can see many hidden clues." Kong Jin couldn't help but sigh.

"There is no way forward. What do you mean by these five words?" Cong Yun silently recited the five words and cast a questioning look at Kong Jiang.

I understand the literal meaning, but when it appears here, I don’t understand the position where Zen Master Jishi sits in meditation.

Apart from Zen Master Jishi, he couldn't think of anyone else who could leave a mark here.

"Look at the emotion in this word. I'm afraid that Zen Master Jishi has encountered some unsolvable confusion." Kong Zhi was thinking in his eyes and expressed his speculation: "Such an accomplished monk will also have confusion. when?"

Congyun smiled meaningfully and said this: "The more enlightened a monk you are, the more confusion you have that ordinary people can't understand."

Kong Ji glanced at Cong Yun's baby face in surprise. After a moment of silence, he nodded in agreement: "Yes!"

"But this handwriting was obviously hidden deliberately. If it weren't for the relic, we probably wouldn't have discovered it."

"Why did the instigator behind it hide these writings?"

"Could it be related to the truth about Kuruo Temple?"

Kong Ji had a quick mind, and his words were unintentional, but they reminded Cong Yun.

His expression immediately became solemn, and he looked at the five handwritings and fell into deep thought.

"You said..." Cong Yun actually didn't call Kong Ji his donor, and directly used the word 'you' instead.

"Did Zen Master Jishi notice anything before the incident happened?"

"These five words were written by him before the incident."

"It's quite possible!" Kong Xian looked deeply at the monk and said, "It is said that Zen Master Jishi has glimpsed the highest realm. His soul is probably connected with heaven and earth. He should be able to understand the things around him. Light fire."

"Since he was aware of it, why didn't he ask for help from the royal family? Didn't he ask for help from my little Leiyin Temple?" Cong Yun felt confused about this.

"The emperor of the Tianqi royal family at that time and Zen Master Jishi were good friends, and they could not stand aside."

"Perhaps he thought there was little hope of seeking help."

"After all, he has written that there is no way out. It must be an unsolvable situation."

Kong Xian pointed to the writing on the ground and speculated: "I don't think I have to drag other people down, so I just have to carry it alone."

The death of the old prince proved Kong Ji's conclusion in disguise.

It was obvious that the old prince was just an outsider, and he died here just because he came to the Kuruo Temple.

Faced with Kong Zhen's speculation, Cong Yun was also speechless.

However, one after another clues surfaced, making even Kong Ji feel a deep pressure.

The old prince, Zen Master Jishi, and the two masters all confessed to the incident.

The cause and effect involved in the truth about Kuruo Temple may be beyond their ability to bear.

"Monk, let's end this trip here." After a long silence, Kong Ji raised his head and looked at Cong Yun, and said with a serious expression: "Don't drag the little Leiyin Temple into it."

If Kuruo Temple can be wiped out by the culprit silently, then Xiaoleiyin Temple may not be able to withstand the cause and effect.

Kong Xian’s words came from his heart.

Likewise, he didn't want to get involved.

Kong Jiang had already prepared a lot of rhetoric to persuade Cong Yun.

Who would have thought that after hearing what he said, Cong Yun actually agreed without even thinking about it, and replied happily: "You are right!"

This all made Kong Ji stunned and he looked at Cong Yun a few more times.

The latter blinked at Kong Ji and showed an innocent expression: "Donor Kong, look at what I am doing!"

"It's nothing, I just think you are just listening to advice. My senior brother Shangguan is half as tactful as you, and he won't give me headaches everywhere." Kong Jiang sighed with emotion.

Since Cong Yun has already answered, I listened to Kong Xian's suggestion.

Then there is no need for the two of them to investigate further.

But now that he has come to Kuruo Temple, Kong Ji must take the opportunity of this trip before leaving.

With the protection of Master Puhui's relics, Kong Ji can also save a lot of trouble.

He immediately told Congyun what he thought, and the young monk agreed very happily: "I know that Donor Kong must have a reason for coming to Kuruo Temple. Just tell me where you want to go, and the monk will accompany you." "

"Go to the alchemy room!" A smile flashed across Kong Ji's face.

The opportunity to go to Kuruo Temple this time came from the Xuanwu Furnace, so this opportunity must go to the alchemy room.

Fortunately, Congyun was quite familiar with Kuruo Temple, and Kong Ji also roughly knew the location of the alchemy room because of the illusion of Ji Yuan.

After Congyun took away all the Buddhist classics on the bookshelf, the two of them hurriedly left the courtyard of Zen Master Jishi.

The moment the two of them left the courtyard of Zen Master Jishi.

call! A breeze suddenly flowed into the room from outside the door, blowing past the five handwritings illuminated by the relics under the stone seat.

The five words carved on the floor were covered up again.

It's like it never appeared.

Kong Ji and Cong Yun didn't know this anymore. They had already gone to the alchemy room of Kuruo Temple based on their respective memories. (End of chapter)