The clouds are rolling, the pines and cypresses are green!

On the tide-watching platform, the stone table is old, the fire is burning, and the fragrance of wine is lingering. If you want to watch the complete version for free, please search it on Baidu.

"here we go……"

With a thought, Su Haoyue's cold eyes opened and closed slightly and flickered.

Mr. Xun tested the temperature of the wine with his finger and said with a smile, "Sister, this Yunlong Mountain seems to be getting more and more lively."

The so-called Thirty-six Cave Heavens and Seventy-two Blessed Lands, the relationship between the ancestors is extremely close. Some of the Cave Heaven Blessed Lands come from the same origin, and they can be said to be connected with the same spirit.

Wang Zhi, the founder of Langke Mountain's blessed land, met an immortal in the mountain, and he met the Qingxia Jinghua Cave Heaven Patriarch. With the guidance of Qingxia Patriarch, Wang Zhi attained the immortal way.

It was just that Patriarch Wang Zhi wanted to pursue the path of immortality, so he left Qingxia Jinghua Cave and went straight to open up the blessed land of Lanke Mountain.

Although Patriarch Wang Zhi established a separate sect, the relationship between Lanke Mountain and Qingxia Jinghua Cave Heaven is still very close, and the two sects even call them brothers.

He leaned against the stone wall, raised his glass gently, and looked at the vast clouds, where there seemed to be cloud dragons tumbling, and said sadly, "It seems that the opportunity hidden in Yunlong Mountain has made many practitioners so angry that they even fought.

Even a Taoist cultivator can't control his temper."

It is ridiculous to say that for an opportunity that is not clear whether it is true or not, it is allowed to have high-ranking cultivators fight and intrigue for it, and there is no trace of the ease and ease of a cultivator.

He has spent decades of hard work and completely abandoned it, just for the sake of victory or defeat.

In the past few days, many practitioners had disputes overtly or covertly. It was just that the movement was not too big and it only alarmed everyone.

Su Haoyue frowned slightly, and her clear spring-like voice was as clear and clear as ever, saying, "This Yunlong Mountain is really mysterious. It's just that the earthly immortals don't come out. The ones with the highest cultivation level are only the top human immortals. The earthly immortals from the major caves and heavenly paradises don't come out.

This is somewhat interesting.”

Mr. Xun said quietly, "But in Yunlong Mountain, the attitude of Shifo Temple is very important!"

"It is really unjustifiable for such a large and ancient temple to not have an Arhat who has attained the fruit of Anagami."

According to the Buddhist practice, as soon as you enter meditation, you will achieve the Arhat Fruition.

That is, the first fruition is Sotapanna, the second fruition is Situagami, the third fruition is Anagami, and the fourth fruition is Arahant. This is called the Zen state of Four Fruition Arhat.

And once you have attained the status of Arahant, you will have the golden body of a great Arahant, who can be said to be the top figure in Buddhism. There is only a slight difference from the golden body of the supreme meditative and enlightened Mahayana Bodhisattva in Buddhism.

An Anagami Arhat can have the same karma as an immortal in the immortal realm.

Although there were many practitioners in Yunlong Mountain at this time, there were not even any earthly immortals, so how could they dare to prick someone so easily?

"So many practitioners are like a big alchemy furnace. If one of them catches fire, the furnace will collapse and the elixir will be destroyed."

Mr. Xun looked at a corner of the mountain with deep eyes and a deep and inexplicable smile.

"Gunpowder" has not yet been invented in this world, so Mr. Xun used the word "alchemy furnace" to refer to this boiling force in his words.

"The Stone Buddha Temple can be suppressed for a while, but it cannot be suppressed for a lifetime. Hundreds of practitioners are involved in it. Even the Merit Heaven, one of the twenty-four heavens of Buddhism, will not take it lightly. Does Senior Sister Haoyue think so?"

There are hundreds or even thousands of cultivators, all disciples of various sects in the world. There are many entangled relationships among them, and even several major caves have disciples among them.

The background of the Stone Buddha Temple is that although it is powerful, it is easy to deal with several Dao lines alone. But the dozens or hundreds of Dao lines, blessed places, caves, and the volume involved are not something that a Stone Buddha Temple can balance.

Su Haoyue thought about it and said, "But Shifo Temple is the landlord after all, how could he not know the key to Yunlong Mountain?"

Practitioners have exquisite and clear minds, so how can they not see clearly the key to gains and losses?

They are just seeking good fortune and avoiding harm, and do not want to face the wrath of a great Buddhist temple.

"There must be many practitioners who are interested in the secrets hidden in the Stone Buddha Temple!"

"Presumably, at this time, some people have already been unable to bear it and want to make a move..."

Mr. Xun's eyes were clear and clear, and his fingers were vaguely pointed on the hilt of the magic sword.

Su Haoyue smiled lightly and said, "I don't know what kind of character layout it is. This handwriting is extraordinary. I really want to see it."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling like they were not yet close friends, and not yet a confidant.

As long as they come from a well-known family and practice step by step, why bother chasing after one or two opportunities?

If they didn't feel that Yunlongshan's handiwork was really extraordinary, how could the two of them be willing to join the game.

If there is a surprise, they will not hesitate to take it; if there is no surprise, it can be regarded as gaining experience and knowledge.

…………

In the stone Buddhist temple, there are many ancient pagodas and relic pagodas, which are erected in the lower middle of the Buddhist temple. The seven treasures Zen light shines on it, and the seven treasures Bodhisattva shakes below. It is the pure and holy land of Buddhism.

Although this Yunlong Mountain is not a paradise for heaven and earth, it is still one of the most famous mountains and rivers in the world. Those who can build temples in such famous mountains as Shifo Temple are all people with extremely strong foundations.

The night was getting darker, and every monk had finished his evening classes and had rested in the monk's room to fall asleep. There were only a few martial monks, armed with monk clubs and iron rods, patrolling back and forth inside and outside the temple.

There are thousands of Buddhist halls in this temple, and there are only a few lights among them, but the entire temple is not completely asleep.

"Uncle,"

A thin yellow-robed monk with a solemn face bowed towards an old monk sitting cross-legged in the center of the Seven Treasures Pagoda Forest, his attitude was extremely respectful, as if he was worshiping a Buddha.

The old monk pinched his rosary, and his old and shriveled face seemed to be covered with a piece of withered bark from an old tree. His old and decaying body was always trembling, just like an ordinary old man, and could be blown down by a gust of wind.

However, this old monk's thin body seems to contain boundless power, and the divine light is restrained here. Every time he turns the rosary, he carries a firm belief that is extraordinary in the world.

"Xinming, your heart... is confused,"

The old monk spoke calmly, his tone neither fast nor slow, as if he was singing leisurely Zen. The Zen meaning of Buddhism contained in it suddenly cleared Monk Xinming's chaotic mind, and the inner demons and inner demons were all settled in his heart.

"Grand... uncle..."

As soon as Monk Xinming thought about it, the anger that had been burning in his chest suddenly broke into cold sweat, and it soaked through his monk's robes for a moment.

"Sober?"

The old monk chanted in a low voice and slowly fiddled with his rosary beads.

Monk Xinming clasped his palms together, bowed to the ground, and kowtowed, "Thank you so much, uncle, for giving me a heads-up. Otherwise, I will commit the sin of anger and do wrong things without even realizing it."

The most important thing in Buddhism is the cultivation of mind. One thought can be bad, and one heart can be wrong.

A Buddha's heart can be greedy, angry, foolish, and hateful, but it can never turn into an internal demon. Otherwise, the Buddhahood will not be preserved, and the life of practice will be ruined.

Xinming hesitated for a moment and said, "But Yunlong Mountain is the holy land of our Buddhist sect. How can we let them kill with blood and trample on our Buddhist temple?"

"You still haven't figured it out yet, that's why you have such obsession."

The old monk sighed lightly and said, "As a monk, the four elements are empty. When you look at the earth, fire and wind, they are all empty. Greed, anger, ignorance, and hatred are the four poisons that harm people. If you can't figure out the cause and effect, in this life... there is no hope of becoming an Arhat, so you can only live in the three...

The fruitful state has been wasted."

The skinny old monk's pupils were clear, reflecting Xinming's figure, and he said, "You have been reincarnated for ten lives. The so-called ten lives are full of gardens. If you still cannot achieve enlightenment in this life, you will never fully realize the fruit of Arahantship."

Opportunity."

"Uncle,"

Monk Xinming gritted his teeth and looked at this great Buddhist Arhat who was comparable to immortals and immortals, the real Dinghai Shenzhen in the Yunlong Mountain Stone Buddhist Temple, and was speechless for a moment.

I don’t know if the cultivators who were dancing happily on Yunlong Mountain knew that there was a great Buddhist Arhat residing in the Stone Buddha Temple, and I don’t know how many people there would dare to make a fuss about.

After all, although there are hundreds of immortals in this world, they are all the first-level ancestors of each sect and lineage, and are the real top figures in this world.

A deity, before the deity was born, is more important than Mount Tai.

The old monk stroked his robe and said dryly, "Go down."

"Uncle,"

Monk Xinming hesitated to speak, but he still leaned forward and slowly exited the Tallinn.

Although this monk Xinming is the abbot of the Shifo Temple and oversees thousands of monks in the temple, he will always be in awe in front of this old monk.

"Yunlong, Yunlong, why do you need to struggle for the last time?"

The old monk looked calmly at Xin Ming's retreating figure, suddenly fixed the rosary beads in his hand, and let out a long sigh.

"Old monk, I have been with you for three thousand six hundred years. I have been with you for three thousand six hundred years. Now I finally have an understanding of this matter. When the number of three thousand six hundred is perfect, even an immortal immortal should be transformed.

Become a pile of ashes and dust.”

"Why do you need any more useless work?"

The old monk Fa looked at a place in Yunlong Mountain, cold and forbidding, as if he was talking to himself or talking to some existence.

"Alas... people are really affectionate. After all, I am an 'old friend' who has been with me for thousands of years, but I feel a little reluctant to leave him for a while."

In the stupa forest, the old monk laughed at himself and murmured to himself.

"The poor monk will finally reach Nirvana and be liberated."

"After three thousand six hundred years of suffering, I am finally free."

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boom!

Long!

Long!

I don't know when, thunders intertwined over Yunlong Mountain, black clouds rolled in the clouds, streaks of lightning rolled, and dull thunder echoed around Yunlong Mountain.
To be continued...