Under the afterglow of the sunset, the clear dividing line between Jiuli Mingzhou and Liusha Manzhou creates a sharp contrast between the two sides.

The old monk still looked at them with a kind face, looking at the two of them with confusion, and said, "It seems that you still need time to sort out. I know you still have many doubts to ask. When the right time is right, someone will tell you."

Wu Zhuo wanted to ask a few more questions, but the old monk seemed to have seen through him and said this. Wu Zhuo was not able to continue asking questions, saying, "I wonder which treasure temple the master is practicing in? What's the name?"

"Yongjing Temple, Xuyun." The old monk said very simply.

Xuyun? I have never heard of Yongjing Temple with the Xu generation. Is there some older generations in Yongjing Temple that I don’t know about?

The old monk didn't care whether it was true or not, and continued: "Today's encounter is a coincidence. If you can see each other again in the future, you will be no longer confused and say goodbye."

After saying that, without waiting for the two of them to react, they turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky of the quicksand man state.

Wu Zhuo looked at the direction of the old monk leaving, recalled what he had just said, and said, "It seems that I need to go to Yongjing Temple."

Fu Ying looked at the man beside him, but he felt that he had too many secrets that he didn't even know, and was waiting for him to discover.

"I'll go with you."

Wutuo's vision was short, and he looked at Fu Ying beside him. Fu Ying also happened to look at him. His crystal eyes were like a pool of sparkling lake water, moving hearts.

"Have you... been thinking about it?" Wu Zhuo asked with a dry mouth and a little congested.

Fu Ying showed a hearty smile, pulled Wuzhuo's arm, and said as she walked: "Of course, let's go quickly, I didn't see the sun going to set."

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After a day and night of sword control, Wuzhuo and Fuying arrived at Yongjing Temple.

Outside the gate of Yongjing Temple, two child monks stood, sweeping the fallen leaves everywhere.

The incense in Yongjing Temple is very popular, and people come here to burn incense and worship Buddha.

The little monk who was walking towards the sweeping floor was about to speak one of the chubby little monks who politely performed the tribute of the 100th ritual, and asked in a tender voice: "Two donors, what's the matter?"

Wu Zhuo replied with a greeting and said, "I want to see Master Abbot."

"Do you want to see the abbot?" the chubby little monk asked with a serious face.

"I would like to ask the little master to inform you that Wu Zhuo, a disciple of Xiaya Yun Sect."

"Is the donor a disciple of the Yayun Sect?" Another young monk also came over and asked.

"Yes." Wu Zhuo replied.

"You follow me." After the chubby little monk handed the broom to another little monk, he turned around and walked towards the temple.

Wuzhu and Fuying followed the little monk through three halls with numerous pilgrims, walked through a quiet path, and came to a quiet wooden pavilion.

The little monk first signaled the two of them to wait again, then walked to the door of the pavilion and said, "Abbot, a disciple of the Yayun Sect is asking for a visit."

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and it turned out to be Master Zong Yuan. After seeing Wu Zhuo and Fu Ying, he said, "It turned out to be the Five Donors and Fu Donors, come in quickly."

After thinking about it, Wu Zhu still couldn't help asking: "Master Zongyuan..."

Master Zongyuan turned around and raised his left hand without turning his head. Wu Zhuo swallowed halfway through his words. Master Zongyuan said, "The two donors' brothers are all fine, and they have no worries about their lives. The Voodoo Alliance abandoned the sect and fled, and only caught a few remnants who fought hard. He has taken back to the Yayun Sect for interrogation. If you have returned to your respective sects, you will understand clearly. Come in first."

In the Zen room, a stream of sandalwood came to the nose, making the five turbidities feel refreshed. The room was not very large. It was facing a short couch, with a person sitting cross-legged on it, plucking a string of rosary in his hand, closing his eyes and reciting the scriptures. On the wall behind him, a big Buddha character demonstrated the majesty of Buddhism.

Zong Yuan led the two of them in, closed the door and said to the man sitting cross-legged: "Senior Brother Abbot."

The two respectfully saluted to the person sitting cross-legged and said, "Greetings to Master Abbot."

The person sitting cross-legged is Zong Su, the abbot of Yongjing Temple. He slowly opened his eyes and finally fell on Wuzhu. His eyes seemed to be looking at an old friend who had not met for a long time, and said, "The two donors donors don't have to be too polite, please sit down."

After Wu Zhuo and Fu Ying sat cross-legged on the mat on the side of the bed, Abbot Zong Su asked, "What are the two donors coming to Yongjing Temple?"

The five turbidities told the story of Abbot Zong Su and Master Zong Yuan in an unmovable way, which was sucked in by the singularity and rescued by Xu Yun.

"Xuyun?"

Abbot Zong Su and Master Zong Yuan looked at each other and continued to ask, "What does he look like?"

Wu Zhuo recalled: "He has ten ring scars on his head, a distinct scar on his left eye, and he holds a golden Zen stick in his hand."

Abbot Zong Su was unbelievable, and his fingers that were pulling the Buddhist beads in his hand stopped. His voice was very faint, as if he was talking to himself: "Master is still alive?"

Master Zongyuan also seemed extremely excited and asked, "Can you see clearly? Is he telling you that his Dharma name is Xuyun?"

Wu Zhuo nodded without hesitation, thinking that Xu Yun was indeed a monk from Yongjing Temple, and said, "Fu Ying and I are present. This matter is absolutely true. I wonder if this Master Xu Yun is?"

"Xuyun is our master and the previous abbot of Yongjing Temple." Master Zongyuan answered the Wuzhu question.

The two were dumbfounded after hearing this. It turned out that the old monk who was facing them was the famous Abbot of Yongjing Temple. What's even more sad is that they didn't know it at all.

"It is reasonable for the two donors to know that Master is also true. After all, Master has been resigned as the abbot for a long time." Master Zongyuan said.

The Five Turbidities are actually about the origin of Xuyun? Who is he not concerned about at all. What he cares more about is the things that Xuyun is vague and has not explained clearly, and said, "I have something to ask clearly when I come here this time. I hope the two masters can untie the heart knots of Wuyun."

"Since it's a knot in my heart, let's answer it, Zong Yuan." After Master Zong Su said that, he closed his eyes and continued to pluck the Buddhist beads in his hand and recite the sutras.

Zong Yuan stood up and bowed to Zong Su, then said to Wu Zhu Fu Ying and the others: "Since it is a knot in your heart, the five donors will follow me alone, and help the donors to go to the side room to rest for a while."

"Okay." Fu Ying also knew that some things were unnecessary for him, so she walked out of the Zen room first, turned around and said to Wuzhu: "I hope it can solve all your doubts."

Wu Zhuo looked at Fu Ying's back as he was leaving, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. Master Zongyuan took the door and said, "Five donors, follow me."

Although Wu Zhu knew nothing about what to do next, he did not tell the knot he wanted to untie. Instead, what made Wu Zhu feel strange was that the monk in front of him seemed to know his knot he had.

Walking through the high stone steps, bypassing a magnificent hall, there is a low stone mountain in a place with grass and trees. Master Zongyuan used his hand to push away the dense grass and trees and walked behind the stone mountain.
Chapter completed!