When they learned that Zhang Xianren from Wudang Mountain had arrived in Yunzhou City, the people in the city were very excited. Although they did not dare to rush directly to the gate of the Hou Mansion, the long street leading to the gate of the Hou Mansion was already crowded with people.

It was full of people, and everyone hoped to catch a glimpse of the immortal Zhang when he left the palace.

Mu Qingen was happy to see this, and even set up a stage in front of the Hou Mansion, inviting people to come and watch.

As a result, Mu Qingen's favorite song "General's Order" was sung on the stage early in the morning.

"Withered leaves are falling, sorrow is difficult to spread, how can the sorrow of cold be compared with the thin brocade quilt? The flowers are not broken, people are leaving, the frost on the temples is not confused, the years are wasted, don't, don't, don't.

In the middle of the night, the flags are in chaos. How many people are still on the battlefield? Looking forward to the beauty, leaning on the railing, holding swords horizontally, the troops stand forward, fight! Fight! Fight! "

…

After learning that the Qi sea problem could be completely cured, Mu Qiuhuang felt no more gloom in her heart. Although she didn't sleep for a few hours last night, her energy level was surprisingly good.

"Sir? What does that Immortal Zhang look like? Is he really a white-bearded Immortal like in the legend?" Xia He twisted a hot towel and gently wiped Mu Qiuhuang's cheek.

Hearing this, Mu Qiuhuang stretched out her finger and gently scratched Xia He's beautiful nose, and said with a smile: "White beard is white beard, but is he an immortal? It's hard to say."

Xia He looked at Mu Qiuhuang and said in confusion: "The people are gathered outside the Hou Mansion waiting to see Zhang Xianren! Even the Marquis set up a theater troupe because of Zhang Xianren's arrival. If he

If he is not an immortal, how come so many people come to see him?"

Hearing Xia He's question, Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but think of the scene where Zhang Fuling asked for the Spring Palace Picture in earnest last night, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Sir, why are you laughing?" Xia He asked doubtfully.

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Xia He and said in her heart: "It's for your own good that I don't tell you. Have you ever seen a serious person who asks for the Spring Palace Picture be called an old god?"

Seeing that Xia He still looked confused, Mu Qiuhuang shook his head, forced the scene last night out of his mind, patted Xia He on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "You will know if he is an old god when you meet him.

Young Master, I really don’t know how to explain it to you.”

"By the way, which room was the young monk placed in by Chuntao?" Mu Qiuhuang asked.

"It's in Courtyard B in the southeast corner."

Mu Qiuhuang stood up and said, "Okay, I'm going to find the young monk. You can go down and have a rest too!"

"Sir, why do you want to see the young monk when you can't see the old god?"

Mu Qiuhuang smiled strangely and said: "I'm afraid that the old immortal read at night by candlelight last night and hasn't gotten up yet..."

When Mu Qiuhuang came to Courtyard B in the southeast corner, he found that Monk Wuxin was doing morning lessons in the courtyard.

Mu Qiuhuang thought: "I really should bring Xia He with me and let him see what a master should look like."

When Mu Qiuhuang saw this, he didn't bother him. He leaned on the porch and looked at Wu Xin quietly, thinking about how to arrange him next.

The reason why I made a bet with Monk Wuxin before was because I found out that he was a disciple of Buddha and wanted to find out whether the Nirvana Sutra really existed. But now, I have learned that the Nirvana Sutra has been lost long ago, and there is no need to solve my Qihai problem.

The Nirvana Sutra can also solve the problem... In this case, keeping Wu Xin by my side is of no use anymore. Besides, I will soon go to Wudang with Zhang Fuling, and it doesn't look like taking the monk to the Taoist Holy Land. But it doesn't look like that?

If the bet with Monk Wuxin was canceled like this, Mu Qiuhuang would feel a little unwilling.

"Amitabha, good morning, donor." Monk Wuxin finished his morning service and walked towards Mu Qiuhuang.

"Good morning, little monk!" Mu Qiuhuang responded casually.

"The donor came to see the monk early in the morning. What's the matter?" Wu Xin asked.

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wuxin and suddenly asked: "Little monk, are you willing to stay with me and be a book boy for ten years?"

"Donor, don't worry, this young monk will admit defeat and keep his promise." Wu Xin looked sincere.

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wu Xin and said, "I heard that you have a lot of relics in Futu Temple. Why don't you bring a few relics in exchange for ten years of freedom for you?"

Wuxin refused when he heard the words, and said with a look of shame on his face: "Amitabha, it's a sin. The relic is the crystallization of the precepts, concentration, and wisdom of Buddhist monks of all ages. It is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. The young monk made a bet with the donor and broke the precept of lying. How can he dare to blaspheme for the sake of freedom?

The most precious treasure of Buddhism...

Mu Qiuhuang saw the sacred look on Wu Xin's face when he mentioned the relics, and knew that these monks valued the relics more than their own lives, so she couldn't help but pretended to be disgusted and said: "It seems that I have made a loss-making deal? I'll accept you.

After becoming a book boy, I still have to support you for ten years. No matter how you calculate it, it seems that I am at a disadvantage?"

"If the donor feels that he is in debt, why not help the young monk to save the world? In this way, the donor's kindness will be promoted." Wu Xin said seriously.

Mu Qiuhuang became interested after hearing this, and sat directly on the threshold, patted the threshold, and asked Wu Xin: "What kind of universal method? Let's talk about it."

"The donor helps the young monk to promote Buddhism to save all sentient beings. If everyone in the world has faith, they can save themselves..." Wu Xin talked eloquently.

Mu Qiuhuang smacked her mouth when she heard this. She was obviously not interested in the young monk Wu Xin's proposal, but she still said to Wu Xin: "Young monk, you are trying to save all sentient beings. After all, don't you want to spread Buddhist teachings in Beiyu? It's just you.

I’m afraid this idea will come to nothing.”

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wu Xin and smiled evilly: "Little monk, I seriously doubt that you have been brainwashed by the great monks and old monks in Futu Temple?"

"Amitabha, what does the donor mean by this?" Wu Xin asked in confusion.

Mu Qiuhuang thought for a while and said to Wu Xin: "That's okay, since you are still my book boy, I will have a few chats with you."

"Please speak frankly, the donor. I am all ears, young monk." Wu Xin asked for advice seriously.

After hearing this, Mu Qiuhuang sat down at the threshold, leaned her back against the door frame, and then said leisurely: "It has been almost six hundred years since the founding of Dayou. In the past six hundred years, both the court and the court have been

Taoism is respected, so Taoism has always been outstanding.

Later, halfway through, you Buddhists got involved.

There are indeed many amazing and talented people in your Buddhism. They can take advantage of the competition between Longhu and Wudang to slowly develop. This can be regarded as your Buddhism's ability... You think I can't guess your Buddhism?

What's on your mind? It's just that the world is about to be in chaos, and Buddhism wants the latecomers to take over and directly overshadow Taoism. The so-called universal salvation of all sentient beings is nothing more than a false propaganda slogan shouted by you monks! But even I can guess your Buddhism

Can’t others guess my thoughts? Six

A hundred years ago, Master Boya of Longhu Mountain once said to Taizu Dayou, "Five six generations and the country will be established." Later, Emperor Taizu took advantage of the ignorant mentality of the people and spread this comment to everyone... Later Taizu

The emperor conquered the world, and the Longhu Mountain rose accordingly. All the powerful masters were awarded the title of national master, and only then did they suppress Wudang for hundreds of years.

Nowadays, although Longhu Mountain is prosperous and declining, its talents have withered in the past hundred years, and there is no one who can take action. However, Wudang Mountain has produced a once-in-a-century Zhang Fuling. Not only Zhang Fuling has become a god in the hearts of the people, but also his disciples

Taoist Qingmu is one of the top ten masters in the world. It is inevitable that Wudang Mountain will overwhelm Longhu Mountain. But in the end, they are all from the Taoist lineage. Only you, the Buddhist sect, are outsiders... Longhu Mountain can tolerate being defeated by Wudang.

Just because the mountain is overpowering you, doesn't it mean that people can tolerate your Buddhist sect? Even if Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain are fighting again, they are still fighting among themselves. Once the two mountains unite to deal with your Buddhist sect, do you think your Buddhist sect can still survive?

How long will it survive?"

"Amitabha, the donor is wrong. Our Buddhist sect has never been competitive. We only wish to save all sentient beings and make everyone in the world become a Buddha." Wu Xin said piously.

"Little monk, you keep talking about saving all sentient beings, but do all sentient beings need you to save them?" Mu Qiuhuang asked in return.

Monk Wu Xin remained silent after hearing this.

Mu Qiuhuang saw that Wu Xin fell into silence and stopped arguing with him. He stood up and patted the non-existent floating soil on his body and said, "Little monk, let's go. I will take you to meet Zhang Xianren, the ancestor of the Taoist sect."

Mu Qiuhuang and Wu Xin had just walked to Qujiang Pond, but were shocked by the scene in front of them. They saw Zhang Fuling strolling on the lake. Note that it was not like Lingbo Feidu, but really walking casually on the lake.

It feels like stepping on ice. In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that his feet are not actually in real contact with the lake surface, but there is a layer of virtual gas between the contact points between the feet and the lake surface. That is to say

He was floating on the water... This was even more difficult than the legendary Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed. After all, crossing the river with a reed borrowed the power of the reed, but Zhang Fuling did not use any medium. He only relied on his own cultivation.

It is said that it is a fairy trick.

Mu Qiuhuang was completely impressed at this time. Although he had spent a lot of time with Gu Chenyuan before, he had never seen Gu Chenyuan display such methods... At this time, the image of Zhang Fuling in his mind suddenly became taller. Immortal

You have to have your own characteristics, right? Being fond of reading banned books and Chun-Gong doesn't damage the image of a fairy, but it shows that the wise are approachable, doesn't it?

"Look, this is what the immortals do. Young monk, can you do this?" Mu Qiuhuang asked.

"The young monk can't do it." Wuxin said honestly. In fact, Wuxin was also very shocked at this time. As far as he knew, no one in Buddhism had such a method.

In fact, they didn't know that Zhang Fuling had already known about their arrival when he and Wu Xin were still a hundred steps away. The reason why he showed his hand was deliberately done. Showing his hand looked cool, but in fact it was a loss.

It took him two years to cultivate.

As for why Zhang Fuling spent two years cultivating himself to show off his skills? The reason is probably only known to him.

"Old god, are you practicing?" Mu Qiuhuang shouted loudly.

When Zhang Fuling heard the voice, he stopped showing off and walked ashore lightly.

"How's it going, kid? Is this a skill that the old Taoist can handle?" Zhang Fuling asked sarcastically.
Chapter completed!