There is a temple in Shengjing, and there is a tower in the temple. The tower is called Tongtian, which rises from the flat ground and goes straight into the clouds.

After eating the bowl of noodles, Zhang Xiaodao went straight to the north of the city. When he saw the Tower of Heaven in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

The reason for the thriller is that the Tower of Tongtian is really high, so high that it cannot be seen in the spire of the tower, and only the tower body with its occasionally exposed figure in the clouds.

Could it be that the little monk was about to climb this tower? Zhang Xiaodao thought, urging the old Qingniu to hurry up.

Lao Qingniu slowed down a little reluctantly because the girl ate half a pound of beef alone just now and didn't even give it a chance.

But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. The old green bull itself is a cow, so he naturally does not eat beef. It couldn't help but laugh at what it just thought.

In the north of the city, the temple is surrounded by countless lands, and the walls outside the temple are mottled and faded, but no one has renovated them. There is a plaque in front of the temple, with the three-character "Futu Temple" written on it. The font is profound, but it is not without a sense of pride, and it shows its domineering spirit from horizontal and vertical lines.

Zhang Xiaodao stood under the plaque for a moment, looking outside the deserted foyer, thinking that it was fortunate that today was not the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, otherwise he would not even be able to step into the threshold.

When you walk into the Futu Temple, the ancient cypress is towering and very cool. The temples come into view. Most of the temples are not good-looking, and they are moderate and peaceful.

Occasionally, cicadas chirping in the temple accompanied by the melodious sound of the ancient bell, like a fairy music, which makes people calm, peaceful and comfortable when they hear it.

A middle-aged monk, who was over thirty years old, came over and said softly: "Donor, the temple is not open today, so please do not want to invite it."

Zhang Xiaodao clasped his hands together and said, "Master, I'm looking for someone."

"Who is the donor looking for?"

"The Dharma."

The monk raised his long eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Zhang Xiaodao?"

“It’s right down.”

"Please do this."

Zhang Xiaodao followed the monk's pace.

Along the way, Zhang Xiaodao had a deeper understanding of the Futu Temple, which is the world's number one temple. But except for the domineering and unrestrained tower, other buildings all look extremely ordinary.

Some monks sweep the floor, some monks cook, some monks practice martial arts, and naturally some monks recite scriptures.

These pictures are formed together. Just like an ordinary temple, Zhang Xiaodao followed the monks all the way to the Tower of Tongtian, and looked upwards and felt even more in awe.

Tongtian is an eight-ring tower with its eaves flying up like a swallow. The tower is simple but there are no mottled traces. This is enough to make Zhang Xiaodao dumbfounded.

Although the Tongtian Tower has been built for many years, there is no doubt that after these years of wind and frost, the wind and frost have left no trace on the tower.

At this time, under the Tower of Tongtian Tower, piles of green onions were placed, and after counting them, there were two or three hundred bundles. Zhang Xiaodao was stunned when he saw an old monk and a young monk.

The little monk is not tall and looks a little thin. Even after walking outside for two years, he seems to have not developed physically or mentally.

The old monk has a very burly figure and can hold two little monks with a wide shoulder width. Just standing makes people feel like a towering mountain.

"Zhang Xiaodao pays homage to the master." As he said that, he bowed and respectfully.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao was nervous. Although he only saw one back, he felt more oppressive than seeing the emperor. There was no other reason. This old monk was the most fierce man in the world. If he had judged purely by his martial power, he would probably have stood at the peak of this world thirty years ago.

The old monk turned around and Fayi said with a sad face: "Xiaodao, you are here, I thought I could not see you anymore."

Zhang Xiaodao was stunned. He looked at the piles of green onions around him and realized that today might be the time when the Dharma is climbing the Tower of Heaven, but he still focused more on the old monk.

The old monk was wearing an ordinary monk's robe, with square faces, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he was old, he was not angry and powerful. He looked at his figure as strong as a moving hill, and the Dharma standing beside him was like a seedling.

He was barefoot, his big feet were not covered with dust, as white as a lotus, which formed a strong contrast with his figure.

"Are you Zhang Xiaodao?" the monk asked softly, his voice was extremely thick, even if it was just a soft voice, it was like a bell ringing, which made Zhang Xiaodao feel like a roaring in his ears.

"It's a disciple." Zhang Xiaodao said with a respectful expression.

The most fierce man in the world smiled and asked, "Are you interested in climbing the tower with Dharma?"

"Uh?" Zhang Xiaodao was stunned. Although he didn't know what was going on in the Tower of Heaven, he had already heard that it would take one or two years to climb the tower. There were naturally great opportunities and great difficulties in the tower.

"Master, be careful, we are a companion." Fayi looked excited.

Zhang Xiaodao said bitterly: "But my disciple will go to the academy to report soon, I heard..."

Before Zhang Xiaodao finished speaking, the old monk waved his hand and said, "How could I stay with you for a long time? If you let you climb, you will climb."

There was no doubt in this tone. Zhang Xiaodao dared not refute, so he could only bow and say, "Then you are more respectful than obedient."

After saying that, the old monk caressed his long sleeves, and Zhang Xiaodao and Fayi felt an invisible force lifting the two of them up. In an instant, the eyes were pitch black. This method really looked like a god!

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The Tower of Tongtian has no doors or roads, but the pure Baling Tower is towering into the clouds.

Seeing that the two of them were immersed in the tower, the old monk Qing, who was responsible for taking Zhang Xiaodao to the bottom of the tower, couldn't help but look surprised and said, "Senior Brother, why is this?"

The most fierce man in the world and one of the six kings of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Monk Wuhai, did not answer, but coughed softly twice and sighed: "The future prosperous Tang Dynasty depends on these young people."

The old monk's face suddenly changed, and an unknown premonition appeared in his heart. He couldn't help but worry: "Senior Brother, your body."

"I'm afraid I can't suppress it anymore." Wu Hai's words seemed helpless, but in fact his tone was extremely peaceful, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"What is the idea in my senior brother's mind? If I don't know, how can I control the direction of the future Futu Temple?"

Wu Hai looked at the old monk and smiled slightly. A softness appeared on Fangzheng's serious face. He said, "Junior Brother Wuliang, everyone in the world knows the way of heaven is vague, but they don't know that the way of heaven is ruthless. I am willing to be a human being than to go to the other side, let alone when I go to the other side, I am afraid that I will become a ruthless and sexually stubborn stone. What's the point of being a stone?"

The monk with Wuliang's Dharma name said in shame: "Senior brother, why do you have to do this? We who practice Buddhism naturally enter the Western Paradise, so how can we become stubborn stones?"

"Western Pure Land?" Wu Hai laughed and said with a laugh: "I have killed countless times in my life, and even if I fall to the eighteen levels of hell, it is natural. Where did the Pure Land come from?"

"How can you talk about the prosperity of Buddhism in the prosperous Tang Dynasty without a senior brother? The Buddha was very careful and would inevitably lead his senior brother to the Pure Land."

Wu Hai laughed boldly and said, "Wuliang, killing means killing. Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, how can we be attracted by the Buddha?"

Wuliang felt awe-inspiring in his heart, but he had to say: "Senior Brother is talking very much."

Wu Hai stretched out a finger and pointed at the Tongtian Tower and said, "Thirty years ago, the prosperous Tang Dynasty was established. I set up this Tongtian Tower, which consumed nearly half of the national treasury resources. Why?"

"Senior brother wants to build a tower and reach the sky and guard the prosperous Tang Dynasty forever."

"Fart." Wu Hai said vulgarly.

Wuliang knew his senior brother's temperament and had no feeling about the word farting. He asked in surprise: "Why is that?"

"Half of the national treasury resources in the prosperous Tang Dynasty were poured into it, countless formation masters were spared no effort, and more than 30 swordsmen from the Great Wilderness were exhausted by me. More than a hundred books of the secret books of the Holy See were stolen from the Holy See? Countless sword masters in the prosperous Tang Dynasty were not allowed to save the sword intent for life. Even the gentleman vomited three liters of blood from the tower, and I fell into the realm for more than 30 years. Don't you understand?"

Wuliang has never heard of the true origin of the Tower of Heaven. Most people in the world think that barefoot monks set up this tower just to get themselves to the realm of heaven and man, but they can't help but underestimate the monk's courage.

"Everything is for the future of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"Those who climb to the top of this tower will become a pillar of the country in the future. After I die, I will pour this tower with all my cultivation. Reversing the time, the prosperous Tang Dynasty will surely stand in this world!"

After hearing the real reason, Wuliang was so shocked that he could not say a word.

At this time, Wu Hai was so proud that he seemed to have a great spirit out of his body in every move, which made people unable to help but admire him sincerely.

"If my senior brother does not go to the Western Paradise, he will always be in the prosperous Tang Dynasty!"

Wu Hai laughed wildly and said, "I know the background and resume of Zhang Xiaodao. I can be appreciated by the general and favored by Lao Huangtou. I have a very good personality."

The topic turned to Zhang Xiaodao's entry into the Tower of Tongtian, Wuliang didn't know how to say: "But, senior brother is complicated."

"Do you know about the twelve heads?"

"A little heard."

"It's what he did."

Wuliang widened his eyes and didn't know how to speak.

"I won't pay attention to the whole story of this matter, but since he entered the palace and escaped unscrupulously, it means that Yinlong trusted him."

"A family from a border army, with blood, temper, mind, and knowledgeable attitude. Why don't I help him if I am about to enter the academy and be trained by my husband?"

"It's just a senior brother, why do you assert that Zhang Xiaodao will join the teacher's disciple?"

Everyone knows that Hanlin Academy of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was founded by his husband. It has a history of thirty years so far and has contributed countless talents to the court and military department.

But what I most hoped to see in the prosperous Tang Dynasty was that the teacher would take more students, but in the past thirty years, only one person had caught the teacher's eye, that's all.

Therefore, nowadays, most people are not going to go for their teachers, but to the famous teachers in the academy.

The infinite questions are naturally reasonable and well-founded. Everyone knows that the army has only obtained the qualification to be exempted from the examination in the academy, but it is still unknown who will join.

Wu Hai smiled and said, "I told me the last time he drank."

Wuliang was helpless, and knew that it was naturally the teacher's choice, so it was a foregone conclusion. He was not helpless, but said helplessly: "Senior Brother, you broke the precept again."
Chapter completed!