Speaking of this, Master Huikong paused for a moment, suddenly frowned, obviously thinking of some scenes that made him uncomfortable, and said: But when our group arrived there, they only saw a mess on the ground, full of incomplete corpses and dead poisonous insects. They felt that they were too late to go, so they searched for traces of living people. Unexpectedly, they accidentally hit him and saw the masked old Taoist who was about to commit murder, and then they met you.

Lao Liu suddenly realized the mystery, and finally solved the doubts in his heart and said: So that's it. It seems that the relationship between Master Fan and Maoshan Xuanxu Zhenren should be quite good, otherwise Xuanxu Zhenren would not be willing to give such a precious talisman to others.

Master Huikong walked forward and said proudly: That's natural. My uncle, Master Lefan and the Xuanxu Zhenren in Maoshan are old friends. I heard from Master, they have known each other since they were young and have traveled together for a few years. In recent years, Xuanxu Zhenren has not been in seclusion. I haven't seen him for about ten years, and I don't know that everything is fine if others are safe.

Old Liu nodded, and couldn't help but think that Master Lefan is indeed an extremely high monk. In this world, people who can be related to Fu Sanjue are not simple, let alone Master Lefan stayed with him for several years when he was young.

After a while, Old Liu suddenly remembered the story of the Zen-minded monk again. This was also a big question. It lingered in his heart for a long time. At this time, he was bored when he was on the way, so he mentioned this matter to Master Huikong.

Master Huikong, I have another question, which is about the little monk Zen heart. I don’t know if I ask or not.

Master Huikong paused, turned his head and looked at Old Liu again, and suddenly smiled and said: I know you must ask this matter. Does the old donor think that the little monk Zenxin has a good cultivation level, and it seems that he should be above us uncles.

Old Liu was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: Master Huikong is right, I want to ask these questions.

Master Huikong turned around and climbed up the mountain with the Zen stick in his hand. He said without looking back: The little monk Zenxin was picked up by my uncle, Master Lefan, from outside. When he was picked up, he was still in his cradle and was still a baby. At that time, my uncle said that this little baby had wisdom and was reincarnated by the monk, so he took the Dharma name as Zen Heart, which means one-minded Zen practice. At that time, our brothers and brothers didn't think anything, and they thought it was the uncle who said it casually, but as the Zen Heart slowed down

Growing up in a temple showed a unique side. Such a small person could learn without a teacher and recite all the Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. This is nothing. After one year of practice of Zen, we can practice ten years of practice, so the cultivation of Zen is now above a hundred years, and we are definitely a monk above us. Even my uncle, Master Leran, respectfully saw Zen, and often discuss Buddhism with him.

Master Huikong's words really shocked everyone. Even Wu Feng, who was immersed in sadness, could not help but look up at Master Huikong, and immediately remembered the situation of the Zen-minded monk who was not surprised by the favor and disgrace, meditating cross-legged, and being shrouded in Buddha light behind him.
Chapter completed!