Leaving Dafanyin Temple, on a small hill not far outside the city.

There is a dilapidated temple on the mountain, with the handwriting on it blurred, and the statue of Buddha in the temple also lost its arm. It seems that no one has visited this temple for a long time.

Wuxin pointed to the city not far from the mountain - Khotan Kingdom, and said to Zhen Mulin: "Brother Lin, I haven't lied to you. You can take the entire Khotan Kingdom into your eyes here. What's the scenery?"

Zhen Mulin gently tapped the ground and leaped into the air to the highest cliff. Wuxin followed him and jumped to him. Seeing this, Xiao Se below shook his head, suddenly jumped and jumped to the cliff. The same was true for Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo and others.

Zhen Mulin looked at Wuxin and others helplessly: "I said, this place is so big, why are they all coming up? Don't you feel crowded?"

Wuxin smiled and said, "Although it is indeed a bit crowded, staying next to Brother Lin always makes people feel very comfortable."

Lei Wujie nodded in line with the situation and said, "Yes, staying next to you, Brother Lin, I feel that it is always easy to let go of my heart. It is difficult to think about other trivial matters more. I just want to enjoy the present and enjoy the scenery in front of me."

Zhen Mulin smiled slightly. Wuxin and Lei Wujie said it was not an exaggeration. In fact, the effect of the "Men Cure of the Heart" that Zhen Mulin has thoroughly mastered. The "Men Cure of the Heart" that can completely master the degree of "Men Cure of the Heart" can not only keep itself quiet and clear at all times, but also have an unknowing impact on the people around him.

He sat on the ground without thinking, looked at the city of Khotan, not far from the mountain, and asked Zhen Mulin, "Brother Lin, what do you think of Khotan?"

"Poverty and boring, for me, a plain person," Zhen Mulin replied.

Wuxin said, "The old monk (Master Wangyou) also felt this way at the beginning."

"The old monk was born in this Kingdom of Khotan. He was proficient in Buddhist principles at the age of six. He was confused with the presidency of the Fa-false Master at the time when the Dafanyin Temple was presided over the Dharma: The country where I am is so poor, people have no smiles on their faces. Why is it so painful to seek the Tao? Do people come to this world to endure suffering?"

"The Master Xu Fei said that flowers bloom and are splendid, and flowers withering are always there. Life is everlasting and changing all the worlds. How can you not worry for a lifetime? Everything is happy? Life is impermanent and pain can only be happy. The two are symbiotic."

Zhen Mulin shook his head slightly and said, "I have never liked philosophy."

Wu Xin suddenly flattered him: "I think so, because what Brother Lin usually says is the biggest truth in this world."

Zhen Mulin glanced at Wuxin: "If you want to ask, just say whatever you want. I'm not so arrogant yet."

Wuxin took advantage of the situation and said, "The old monk didn't understand what Master Xuwang said at the beginning, so he left Yutian when he was six years old and sought the truth. He was still at the age of forty and preached at Hanshan Temple."

"But the confusion in his heart has never been resolved. If one person is killed, he can save millions of people, but this person is innocent. Will Brother Lin kill him?"

Zhen Mulin said without thinking, "I kill you if I want to kill you, but if I don't want to kill you, I won't kill you if I don't want to kill you. What does it have to do with others? What does it have to do with those tens of millions of people?"

"You are determined by yourself, you have your own heart, and move with your heart. How to do something depends on your inner thoughts. Even if killing one person can save tens of millions of people, but if I don't want to kill, tens of millions of people will die there, so what? What does that have to do with me if I die if I don't die?"

"I have always only controlled my own destiny, and I never care about things that have nothing to do with me."

Wuxin murmured, "You are based on yourself, you have the heart, move with your heart, be free and easy, and be free and free. Brother Lin is so enviable."

"No need to be envious." Zhen Mulin said casually: "I was the same when I was your age. People always need to be tempered and experienced before they can do this."

"What's more, it's not bad to have a ties? Sometimes, it's not impossible to give your own everything for others and for his own sake."

"However, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible for me. It is not that I am selfish, but that I have the ability to control all this."

"If you have the strength of me, you don't need to do this. Therefore, improving yourself is the most important thing you should do at any time."

Lei Wujie looked at Zhen Mulin with stars almost appearing. This is the peerless hero.

Lei Wujie stood up suddenly and was about to say something with great ambition. The next moment, he scratched his head in a naive manner. He looked at Xiao Se and Wuxin: "Do you know any heroic poems? If you don't recite a poem with great ambitions in this situation, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Wuxin stood up, suddenly shook his long sleeves, basking in the cold moonlight, smiling at the sky, and his long sleeves flew, and he actually started to dance in the wind.

"I want to ride the wind and head north, and the snow falls as big as a mat.

I wanted to take a boat to swim east, and the fairy Chuoyou stood in the wind.

I want to walk on the clouds for thousands of miles, but what can the dragon roar in the temple do to me?

The top of Kunlun is bathed in the sunlight, and the desperate situation in the sea is seen in the green mountains.

The swallows of the long wind and thousands of miles return, and they will never return without seeing the world!"

Wuxin put away his sleeves and looked down at the bottom. Xiao Se also looked up at him at this moment. At that moment, the two of them seemed to see themselves in each other's eyes!

Lei Wujie was immersed in Wuxin's poem at this time, spreading his long arms and closing his eyes and thinking about something in his mind.

Sikong Qianluo's eyes were always on Zhen Mulin who was leaning against the mountain with his back in a chic and relaxed manner, looking up at the bright moon.

Tang Lian kept echoing in her heart what Zhen Mulin said: The body is up to oneself, and one has the heart, and moves with one's heart.

The little white spirit in Zhen Mulin's arms leaped gently, and jumped onto his shoulders with graceful movements, rubbing Zhen Mulin's side face intimately.

A few moments.

Only Zhen Mulin and Sikong Qianluo were left on the edge of the cliff.

Below, Wuxin teaches Lei Wujie a set of boxing techniques called the Great Arhat Subduing Demon Vajra Invincible Power.

Zhen Mulin glanced at him and withdrew his gaze. He had never been interested in fist, foot, sword and sword skills, and he put his greatest advantage - the origin of time and space, so he practiced fist, foot, sword and sword, that would be stupid!

After teaching Lei Wujie's boxing technique, Wuxin came to Xiao Se again. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and purple light flashed in his eyes. He said to Xiao Se: "What I want to teach you is the inner demon inducement!"

Xiao Se looked at Zhen Mulin, and thought that Wuxin was defeated by Zhen Mulin that morning, just one look at him. He shook his head and said, "Don't learn."

Wuxin seemed to have not heard it, and began to talk about the key points of the inner demon in Xiaose's ear.

......

It was dawn.

At this time, hundreds of monks were standing densely at the foot of the mountain. They were sitting down together, and the sound of gongs and drums in their hands sounded, and at the same time they chanted the sutras. On the vast land, there was a bit of Buddhist meaning.

Even a lazy person like Xiao Se couldn't help but look serious: "The three hundred monks recited the sutras in the desert to save people, which is more Zen than the royal ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven."

Lei Wujie suddenly pointed to the distance, but saw a magnificent monk holding a knife standing behind the monk San Hundred Recitations.

The monk holding the sword (drunk monk - Biaokong Dao - Wang Rensun) looked ahead with a sharp look. There were seven horses there, and there were several monks sitting at the horse. They were the seven Buddhist sects of Jiulong Temple: Dajue, Dahuai, Dawei, Daguan, Damo, Dawang, Master Dapu, and Dapu were also running towards this side.

In the ruined temple on the mountain.

Wuxin had already placed the relics left by Master Wuyou after he sat down and transformed them in the Buddhist altar. Then he sat down, closed his eyes, and gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, and even followed the three hundred monks at the foot of the mountain to chant the scriptures together.

And with the chanting of the scriptures, the relics suddenly emitted a golden light, and a figure seemed to appear on the Buddha altar.

The figure on the Buddha altar became more and more solid as the chanting of the scriptures became, but it was an old monk wearing a gray robe, with white eyebrows and kind eyebrows.

The old monk walked down from the Buddha altar, looked at Wuxin, who was sitting upright on the ground, bent down and gently stroked his head: "Child..."

"Master!" Wu Xin always called Master Wangyou as "Old Monk", but finally shouted the word "Master" at this moment.

He knelt down on the ground, tears gushing out of his eyes.

"Don't cry, good boy." Wangyou smiled slightly, "What are you doing here? You should go home."

"Wuxin's home is Hanshan Temple." Wuxin said sobly.

"Silly child, Hanshan Temple is just a place where you live temporarily. Now that you have grown up, it's time to go back to your own home. Your home is in a free place, a place outside the world and a sky beyond the sky." Wangyou shook his head.

"Disciple only wants to go back to Hanshan Temple." Wu Xin was repeating this sentence like a stubborn child at this moment.

"What a stupid child, and only those people think that you will become the spark that subverts the world." Wangyou sighed, stood up and turned his back.

"Master! Please give me some advice on Wuxin's path." Wuxin finally raised his head and looked at Wangyou's back.

"Actually, I always feel that we are not masters and apprentices, we just walked a long way with each other. Now that my path has been completed, the rest of the path can only be carried on by yourself. You just need to remember one sentence and don't look back."

Wangyou did not look back at Wuxin, and walked forward step by step, and his figure dissipated little by little.

At this moment, a voice of an old monk that he could hear suddenly sounded in Zhen Mulin's ears: "Donor, if he appears soon..."

"Amitabha."

Zhen Mulin shook his head slightly. There were Venerable Flan and the Supervisor Qi Tianchen in front of him, and now there is Master Wangyou again. It is really not to be underestimated!

Seeing that Wuxin's face was gone, Zhen Mulin whispered: "The last journey is over, it's over soon."

Before he finished speaking, Zhen Mulin's figure had disappeared from the temple and appeared on the cliff last night.

Sikong Qianluo had already been waiting on the cliff. When she saw Zhen Mulin suddenly appear in front of her, she almost couldn't stand firm. If she hadn't held a silver spear, she would have fallen.

Zhen Mulin looked helpless, and Sikong Qianluo, who felt a little embarrassed, snorted.

Below, Lei Wujie walked out to the door with a smile.

Xiao Se hugged his arms in his sleeves, and followed lazily, Wuxin smiled and shook his head and walked at the end.

The three people finally walked out of the temple shoulder-to-shoulder. One was dressed in red and blood, the other was dressed in white and smiled with a smile on the corner of his mouth. The other was wearing a fur of a thousand gold and yawned after two steps, but one was the same. The pupils of the three people were lit with light that only young people had.

"It's them?" Xiao Se walked to the door and asked lazily.

"It's them." Wuxin smiled.

Outside the temple, seven monks wearing cassocks were sitting there, some smiling with kind eyes but not speaking, some were like angry arhats, and some were hanging their heads and closing their eyes as if they were sleeping.

The Arhat Formation of Original Phase!

Zhen Mulin withdrew his gaze and looked at Sikong Qianluo: "Don't you be with them?"

Sikong Qianluo shook his head and said, "Although I do want to be with them, the eldest brother said that our Xueyue City is not suitable for participation."

"By the way, I've been hearing you say you want to go to Xueyue City, why is it?"

Zhen Mulin smiled and said, "The scenery is great and suitable for a place to stay. I have been on the road for the past month. After sleeping for a while, it feels more like finding a good place to live."

"Is that all?" Sikong Qianluo didn't believe it: "I heard Lei Wujie, you have to see all the world and see all the immortals on earth. Could it be that you are coming to the fairy Luoxia in our Xueyue City?"

Zhen Mulin whispered: "Fairy Luoxia, the name sounds very nice, what about people?"

"Why do you want to tell you?" Sikong Qianluo turned his head.
To be continued...