In the early morning, heavy fog appeared on the river and drizzled.

The green mountains on both sides welcomed each other. An old Zen master walked to the river with a straw hat and a straw raincoat, carrying a pair of buckets. Two buckets fell into the water. A hundred kilograms of water seemed nothing in the hands of the gray-bearded old Zen master, and still slept like flying.

"There is a free field in front of the mountain, and I cross my hands and ask the Zu Weng"

The old Zen master carried water up the mountain and felt at ease. His two carousels were shaking, but they didn't leak water. He sang all the way, and he was full of energy.

"I bought it myself several times, so I can help you to bring the pine and bamboos to your heart's breeze."

The old Zen master sang the poem "The Enlightenment of the Fifth Ancestor" and echoed in the mountains. The rivers were surging endlessly, but they could not hide his voice. The forest seemed to be much quieter.

Just as he passed by a pavilion, the old Zen master saw a man in white-haired but very young-faced sitting upright in the pavilion. The drizzle was drizzling, and some water droplets fell from the corners of the eaves. The white-haired young man closed his eyes.

The old Zen master was a little surprised. There were few people on both sides of the river on weekdays. He walked over slowly, put the bucket firmly, walked into the pavilion, folded his hands together, and sang Buddhist rituals, saying, "Are the young man here to shelter from the rain?"

The young man in white slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, it seemed as if the thick fog suddenly dispersed, and it was as if the moon suddenly came out of the water.

The old Zen master was shocked and sighed that there were such extraordinary figures in the world.

The young man in white smiled and said, "Is the old Zen master so early?"

The old Zen master smiled and said, "As the saying goes, the morning is to cherish it. If a young man is sheltering from the rain, he might as well go to me to have a vegetarian meal. Perhaps the rain will stop, so it is better to bring an umbrella to prevent the rain from rising at noon."

The young man in white stood up and said, "How far is it to Gui Temple?"

"It's not far, you can climb this mountain, and it's only three or five miles away." said the old Zen master.

"The old Zen master is really so happy. He just wants to go up and down the mountain and travel ten miles. Isn't he suffering from this age?"

The young man in white stood up and followed the old Zen master to the mountain.

"Hahahaha," the old Zen master smiled heartily, picked up the bucket and walked quickly, and said: "Ten every morning is the time when the vitality of heaven and earth is the most intense. Exercise and exercise are beneficial to practice!"

The young man in white followed the old Zen master's pace, and the two of them rushed in the mountains. Whether it was a rocky road or a cliff, they could walk as fast as they could breathe and calm down.

"The old Zen master's cultivation has really reached its peak. I wonder how many years the Zen master has practiced?" The young man in white asked next to the old Zen master.

"Hahaha, time is not forgiving people," the old Zen master smiled heartily and said, "It has been two hundred years in the blink of an eye. What about you, a young man, I see that you breathe in an orderly manner and have a good time between the lines, and you must be not an ordinary person!"

The young man in white smiled and said, "I am ashamed. I can only count for twenty years. Why not as good as the old Zen master, you can steal the sky and change the sun and mix the fish eyes with the pearls!"

"Ah?" The old Zen master was suddenly shocked, and the bucket on his shoulder shook, and the two buckets of water leaked a lot. He looked at the young man in white in horror and hurriedly said, "Young man, what are you talking about?"

"snort!"

The young man in white snorted coldly and pushed his palm towards the old Zen master. Suddenly, the breath of heaven and earth was disturbed, and it kept falling like falling sand. The drizzle suddenly stopped, and the jade-like palm broke through the rain curtain.

The old Zen master was shocked and waved his two buckets.

"Bang"

The wooden barrel was broken and the water droplets danced.

The old Zen master quickly retreated and stepped on a huge rock before he could barely stabilize his figure.

The young man in white was bent down, pinched a magic trick, and said coldly: "The bold monster dares to hide in the world, so arrogant!"

This mountain is very high. Although there are ancient trees, it is very sparse. The young man in white is particularly eye-catching. He pinched a sword technique with his hands, and the divine flames were pounding, blurry and invisible. However, the breath emitted made all the birds and beasts in the mountain range suffocate.

The head of white hair was extremely strange, and the flashing light was like white snow. A virtual sword appeared in front of him, and it seemed as if it had entered the solemn autumn air. The air became cold, and the solidified drizzle in front of him suddenly condensed into thin snow and fell down.

The old Zen master was located below, looking up at the sword, and was so scared that he sweated on his head, and hurriedly said, "Master, I worshipped at the foot of the Xuanxin Holy Monk of the Jokhang Temple. I was guided by the Buddha for a hundred years and realized the great way. Although I am not a human being, I have never committed a murder. Please check it out!"

"Hmph," the young man in white said coldly: "The demon is a demon. Since ancient times, humans and demons do not stand together. Monsters feed on people and demons as enemies. This is the great way. I want to see how many pounds you have and how many pounds you dare to cause trouble in the world!"

The virtual sword suddenly became bright and rushed away like a wave. The sky was filled with a sword. The water mist of the long river seemed to be penetrated by sword energy.

Under the dark clouds, a sword as white as light broke through the heaven and earth, carrying the supreme pressure, as if it came from the nine heavens.

The old Zen master seemed to be frightened and actually stared at the sword in a daze, showing no sign of resistance.

"Amitabha!"

As the sword was about to pierce the old Zen master's throat, a Buddha's name sounded, and a young monk blocked the old Zen master, folded his hands together, and his Buddha's light was surging, just like a golden Buddha coming to the world. Around him, the golden glow shone gently, and he pushed a palm, blocking the majestic sword.

"Amitabha, Master, please listen to the little monk's words!"

Mu Feiqing looked at the little monk in white with a little surprise.

Although the sword he just did was just a casual sword, it was the sword that was invincible in the world, and it could be said that it was a short distance from the enemy.

However, just that sword was taken down by this little monk with only the innate realm so lightly, without a trace.

This little monk is not simple.

Seeing that Mu Feiqing did not follow, the little monk in white bowed and said, "The little monk Wuchen came from the Jokhang Temple. The old Zen Master Kumu also came from the Jokhang Temple. He once had a dead tree under Master Xuanxin's seat. He had been ordered to become a human being after a hundred years of enlightenment when Master Xuanxin became a Buddha. He has never hurt anyone for a hundred years and should not be punished!"

Mu Feiqing slowly walked down the mountain and said, "The demon is a demon. It should not appear in the human world. How can there be a demon that does not harm people? If a demon does not eat humans, why do he become a demon?"

Monk Wuchen said, "Your Majesty Mingjian. Although Zen Master Kumu has entered the realm of heavenly demons, what he practices is orthodox Buddhist magic techniques, not demon clan martial arts. Moreover, although he has a high level of cultivation, he will not attack any method. Otherwise, why can't even avoid a sword at the hands of the Lord and can only lead the neck to be killed?"

"If the emperor doesn't believe it, you might as well check it out. He has no part of the cause and effect of the world, nor any part of the demonic energy. Zen Master Kumu sincerely goes to the Buddha and has not committed murder. What he practices is also a universal method of saving. Speaking of which, it is still a blessing in the world, and it benefits one's place!"

"Also, Zen Master Kumu hides beside Longhu Mountain. If he is really a monster who should be killed, the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain has already taken action. How could he allow Zen Master Kumu to stay here?"
Chapter completed!