If you don’t listen to the old man, you will suffer a loss before you.

He still believed in the ancient sayings that the predecessors had practiced thousands of times, and the saints, the national teacher Liu Chong, who had no doubt about it.

After the ghost old woman beside her said, he immediately closed his eyes.

call……

As if he was unconscious, even though his eyes were closed, the phantom along the way still reflected in his pupils, and the whispers of evil ghosts and resentful souls were faintly whispering in the sound of the wind in his ears.

The whole process was not unexpected, but the "canoe" old man was shocked by the faint consciousness. He thought to himself that every time the old woman who was driving the boat fare, he was increasingly unable to see through his cultivation.

Just as he was thinking silently, the strange yellow fog receded and the hazy mountains were vaguely visible.

The old woman with skeleton skeleton appeared in the temple and said secretly:

"Ha, without the constraints of the power of the laws of the universe, I have earned a lot of money in business over the years. When the years of singing and dancing in the world come, I will be reincarnated and enjoy the blessings of the old man."

The sculls floated in the air, and the wooden boat turned around. She looked at her soul light with her soul light and saw her back, which was lifted up and landed in front of the temple's mountain gate and said:

"Sorry, although it is embarrassing to bully the young, he is still weak and can only pass you here. The next path depends on you."

When he rowed back the same way, he used the magical power of transmitting billions of miles of voices and persuaded him:

"A living boy who doesn't know the height of heaven and earth is fate. I'll advise you that there are nine levels of judgment on the road to heaven, one level is more terrifying than the other."

"A acquired body like you, the first level of heavenly thunder can destroy your body, body and soul, and soul will be scattered."

"If there is no diamond, don't take care of porcelain. A saint who comes out every thousand years? a fool who works hard for the fool."

It seemed as if he had escaped a billion miles in an instant and could no longer feel the vibration. The saint master opened his eyes and saw that the surrounding scenery had changed a lot.

The water of the Soul River, which was rich in yin energy, had long disappeared. He turned around and looked in the direction he came in fear. There was nothing, only a vast and empty space.

In a trance, the words of the ferry skeleton just now seemed to be echoing in nothingness.

He raised his sleeves tremblingly and wiped away the sweat from his face. He shook his whole body and released a powerful masculine blood and spoke rudely:

"Hmph, my ancient country of heaven and earth doesn't believe in any monsters and monsters. As long as they have enough strength, all monsters and monsters are just tricks to deceive the world."

The gate of Zhenchen Temple was not far away, only 200 meters away from him. He raised his head and looked up at the Buddhist temple group shining with Buddha light from a high place. A broken boat appeared in his palm and dissipated.

It was almost dusk and the sky was getting darker, and there were two roads in front of me. One was the dilapidated ancient road leading to the top of Hongzhong Mountain and the other was the Zhenchen Temple on the top of Tiandi Mountain.

After hesitating for a moment, he chose to walk towards the mountain gate of Zhenjun Temple. When he saw him coming from afar, the young sweeping monk took the initiative to come forward and clasped his hands together and bowed before asking:

"Amitabha!"

"Where do you come from? Do you want to stay or worship Buddha?"

He bowed and bowed to the place and bowed, the national master and saint walked to the monk who swept the floor and stood one meter away and said:

"Master, my disciple is a folk mortal from the ancient world of heaven and earth. I accidentally entered this place. It was already late at this time. I wonder if the temple can allow my disciples to stay overnight?"

What should we do? It will soon be dark. The master said that mortals cannot enter the temple of the town at night, but can only come to worship Buddha during the day!

It was the first time he encountered such a difficult-to-decide secular worldly affairs, and he felt particularly entangled for a moment.

The sun has set, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the gloomy evil aura like dark clouds is coming quickly, directly blocking the Buddha light emitted by the pagoda temple on Tiandi Mountain.

Seeing that the scenery around him became much hazy, the saint master looked embarrassed when he saw the sweeping monk. He didn't want to make people embarrassed, so he had to give up:

"Forget it, I have candlelight on my hands, so I'd better go down the mountain by myself!"

The bronze ancient lamp appeared, and there were six empty grooves on it, which were very eye-catching. He knew the incompleteness of this ancient lamp.

At the moment, he didn't have time to think about the incompleteness of the ancient lamp, but instead reached out and held it tightly in his hand, pretending to turn around and leave in the light.

Suddenly, as soon as he turned around, a grand Buddhist saying came, shaking the void.

"Stop, the respected master came and he was going to leave without saying goodbye. If it was spread in the future, wouldn't all the Buddhist children in my temples be wiped out?"

I saw that the Buddha's emptiness fell, and he sat cross-legged in the void, releasing the Buddha's light all over his body to dispel darkness.

Feeling the great Buddha's magic power coming from behind, the saint Liu Chong felt a little frightened.

"The great Buddha in the hidden Buddhist sect was able to use the world power here for his own use. It was indeed extremely terrifying. Not only him, but all the old monsters in the ship that crossed the world were terrifying without exception."

"And the strength of the half immortal whom I am kind, as long as he is willing, it is very likely that he can destroy those emerging countries in one's turn."

If he is a little afraid of the emptiness of the Buddha, then the emptiness of the Buddha will be even more heart-warming.

"A saint who appears once a thousand years among mortals is indeed great, and he has not yet become a god, right? But his wisdom is extraordinary." The Great Buddha Kong Yuan opened the eyes of the true Buddha and observed the body of the saint's national master. He admired him very much in his heart.

"puff!"

It was not a good thing to be looked at by his frightened existence for a long time. He suddenly realized that the saint's national master turned around while blowing out the bronze lamp in his hand:

"Haha, the Buddha was joking. You and I have worked together. I don't look at the monks and the Buddha's face. Besides, my disciples are just guides who are the weak people. They also have a very high-precision world-based measurement ruler in their hearts, and they will definitely not commit murderous crimes."

The battle between the two of them was so scared that the sweeper holding a broom was so scared that he was at a loss that he stood here and walked away.

"Wutong, it's too late, you go down and have a rest early!" The Great Buddha Kongyuan helped the sweeping monk and persuaded him to leave.

"Yes, uncle." Finally, with uncle's permission, the sweeping monk Wutong bowed and bowed in front of his chin with one hand.

"call……"

When he retreated into the mountain gate, there was no sign, the Buddha Kongyuan was focused on the man's every move on the ground, while the Buddha light outside his body dimmed.

Sit cross-legged, slowly rising to the air and stop facing each other with the Buddha's light, the saint and the national master cast spells invisibly creating tea sets, ice, tables, etc.

On the table, various tea sets automatically found their suitable position. In this situation, they were completely ready to invite Buddha to taste tea.

Bang!

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and a few rays of fire emerged from the mini stove under the purple clay teapot on the table.

Horrible...

The temperature rises, and the bottom of the pot is evenly heated, and then the sound of ice melting comes from the pot.

This is the first time in my life that the Great Buddha has seen such a wonderful thing as burning water that controls his own Taoist fire.

He was very curious about this and couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

"Miao, extremely wonderful, Master National Master, I wonder what you are trying so hard to do? Could it be that you want to boil some boiling water and I drink it?"

He admired sincerely, frowned and quickly stretched out. The Buddha then kindly reminded:

"No need to do this. My temple just cannot stay in mortals because I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand the erosion of resentment here. However, the national master is a saint who comes out once a thousand years. Since he is a saint, there will be no inappropriateness to enter my temple to temporarily live."

"Master National Master? Are you listening to me? Although there is no good wine, good meat, and beautiful women, the vegetarian boiled water in my temple is still not short of entertainment for you..."

Gudu, Gudu...

After the ice melted, the water in the pot boiled and finally there was no sound, just a steaming steam, forming a white mist.

In the night, ancient bronze lamps appeared on the wooden table again. In the flash of lights, pieces of crisp and tender fresh tea leaves floated and fell into boiling water.

The magical change was verified in an instant, and the chlorophyll in the young leaves dissolved in water at high temperatures of more than 100 degrees Celsius.

The saint master was very proud of the new method of making tea that he created. He explained to the Great Buddha Hunyuan with great sanity:

"Ha, the tea culture today has long been popular all over the world. Although you must have been involved in the tea ceremony of the Great Buddha, you have never drunk a pure natural new tea, right?"

"Besides, when I make tea, I often put fresh tea leaves in after the water boils. After the boiling water, the temperature of the water is always above one hundred degrees Celsius because the fire continues to heat it."

"Only by maintaining such a temperature can the chlorophyll in the chloroplasts in the tender tea leaves be maximized. At present, this method of cooking tea is enough to ensure that every piece of tea can be cooked for a long time without losing color."

"Of course, it is not lost, but also within a certain time limit."

Hurry...

First, he stood up and picked up the teapot and poured a shallow cup of tea into the cup opposite, and then poured the same amount of tea into his own cup. The sage master smiled and said:

"Please, good tea needs to be tasted slowly, but good people only have the first look."

"After drinking three or two cups of tea, the Buddha will know the purpose of his disciples."

With countless words, tea not only contains the supreme mystery, but also contains the rules of the great way of all things in the world.

As the saying goes, the best is like water, because water is the bridge connecting the world and all things.

In the heart of the saint, water is the extremely holy breast milk of all things, and it is also the active blood in the universe and the sea of ​​stars, with all-encompassing power.

He carefully cooked tea and subtly turned everything he wanted to say, even what he wanted to do in the short future, into rules and dissolved in a pot of tea.

When the tea enters the mouth, under the action of saliva in the mouth, bitterness changes to the fragrance and sweetness.

In an instant, the expression of the Buddha Kongyuan changed a few times, and he looked at him with a complicated expression:

"Master National Master, you are a strange man, worthy of being the name of a saint. I have known all your intentions."

The young national teacher who Zhucha shared with him seemed to be shrouded in mysterious power and could not see through it.

Throughout history, how many people can have the wisdom of being able to become a Buddha?

Since you know the purpose of your origin and cannot be dissuaded, why should you be sincere and be careful!

Then he stood up and returned, and the words of the Buddha's empty fate came erraticly:

"I will remember the kindness of making tea today by the National Master, but I can't help but be careful all the way."

After the Great Buddha Kongyuan left, the ancient road leading to Hongzhong Mountain bloomed with bronze holy light. The long ancient road of bronze holy light was like a giant dragon roaring to the sky, and its end was the top of Hongzhong Mountain.
To be continued...