At the entrance of the temple, there are several warriors who have shaved their hair and swept the floor, and he is uniformly wearing a light blue power suit made of coarse cloth, and the lowest cultivation has also reached the beginner level of a martial artist, giving people a feeling of being capable.

A fine light flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes, are these the monks in everyone's mouth? Sure enough, it's different. However, it is conceivable that bathed in such abundant aura every day, and naturally entered the realm quickly.

So he followed the other visitors into the monastery and came to a large square, where many futons had already been laid out for them to sit on and listen to.

A high platform has also been set up in front of the square, and a group of monks are busy back and forth, as if today's lecture is about to begin.

At this time, the futon on the ground was basically filled. Zhan Chen also followed everyone to find a place in the corner and sat down. I heard that the people around me seemed to be talking about Master Zhiyuan, and they did not hesitate to praise him.

In a short time, the seats on the ground were completely occupied, and the belated listeners had to stand on the edge of the square, and the whole square was still crowded.

After a long time, I saw a monk dressed in a yellow robe with a Zen bead around his neck walking to the high platform, followed by two monks dressed in disciple clothes.

When Zhan Chen saw them, his pupils shrank slightly, he couldn't be mistaken, the two disciples behind him actually had martial arts cultivation, what is the origin of this little Sumeru Temple? And the monk who was in front of him with a respected position, I'm afraid that his cultivation will be above Wuzun!

The yellow-robed monk stood in the middle and shouted to the audience in his loud voice: "Everyone, be quiet, Master Zhiyuan is about to start preaching." ”

The sound resounded in every corner of the square, everyone heard it clearly, and for a while the stumbling conversation stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the front desk, their faces full of reverence.

The yellow-robed monk sang loudly again, "Master Zhiyuan, please!" and then stepped aside.

The vermilion gate of the rear hall opened, and an old monk, accompanied by two rows of yellow-robed monks, walked to the front desk. He had a ruddy face, a slightly thin face, a white beard, and two eyebrows that were the most distinctive, like the beard, silver like snow, thick and thick. So much so that most of his eyes were covered by thick eyebrows, and he could only feel two wise glances from time to time from the gap between the eyebrows, like a glimpse.

He also wore a yellow robe with rosaries, but unlike other yellow-robed monks, he also wore a golden robe on his left shoulder and a one-man tall golden Zen staff in his hand.

As soon as they saw Master Zhiyuan, everyone present couldn't help but shout: "It's Master Zhiyuan here!"

Zhiyuan smiled at them, and then sat on the high platform in front of them and began to teach the Buddhist scriptures, although he talked about some ancient and difficult to understand things, but there was a soothing artistic conception between the words, like a beautiful music, so that people unconsciously became calm, and gave birth to a state of mind that has no quarrel with the world and is dedicated to goodness.

Zhan Chen was gradually infected by him, indulging in this beautiful artistic conception. Suddenly, he suddenly came to his senses, and cold sweat couldn't help but flow from his forehead, and he stared at Master Zhiyuan tightly, but he thought in his heart: "What is the origin of that Zhiyuan, such a terrible cultivation! It can affect the mind of a martial artist!"

He vaguely felt that the cultivation of this wisdom had reached a state that he could not imagine, and then thought of all kinds of rumors about him coming from the Ten Thousand Laws Continent. A thought came out of his heart: "Could it be that Zhiyuan is an immortal?!"

At this moment, he felt a gaze as if he was looking at him, and Zhan Chen couldn't help but look over, it was Zhiyuan looking in his direction, with a kind smile on his face. The gaze under his eyebrows seemed to overlap with his.

Plopping, Zhan Chen felt his heart begin to beat rapidly, and comforted himself in his heart: "It can't be such a coincidence, that Zhiyuan will pay attention to me? It must be my delusion." ”

In fact, this is not his delusion, when Zhan Chen woke up from the artistic conception created by Master Zhiyuan, he had already been discovered by this old man, his eyes couldn't help but bloom with two fine lights, and he praised in his heart: "This kid's willpower is not ordinary! It's been more than a thousand years since I came here, and I've never met a second person with a strong heart like him...... Maybe I should make a good connection. Hehe, I'm afraid this is an inscrutable fate. ”

At this time, everyone present was naturally unaware that at this moment, the old mage's heart on the high platform was still listening to the esoteric scriptures with fascination.

After the scripture was spoken, the audience was still reminiscing, and there was a lingering feeling. At this time, I saw Master Zhiyuan standing up and smiling at everyone: "Donors, this is the end of today's lecture, please go back, if you want to enter the incense to worship the Buddha, please come to the main hall." ”

After saying that, he turned around and led a group of people away, and no one noticed that he had a few words to a disciple beside him.

When the crowd dispersed, they went to the main hall and the side hall to burn incense and worship the Buddha. The first time Zhan Chen came, he also followed them in, but saw tall Buddha statues made of gold statues being placed in the main hall, and some warriors actually bowed down to them.

He couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "These people are really ridiculous, where can there be immortals in this world, the so-called immortals are probably just those who have cultivated to a high level, why do you want to kneel to them?"

While he was thinking about it, he saw a monk walk up to him and whisper to him, "Donor, our host is invited." ”

"Is it Master Zhiyuan?" Zhan Chen couldn't help but shout.

Provoked the pious people around him to look at him angrily, and the monk hurriedly said, "Donor, come with me." ”

Zhan Chen had to suppress the shock in his heart and leave with him, still beating a drum in his heart as he walked: "What is the matter with Zhiyuan looking for me? My cultivation is so different from his. That's it, if you come, you will be safe, and you will know when you go. ”

Then, the two of them entered the depths of the monastery one after the other, and came to a secluded place, where there was also a large hall, but the door was closed, and the monk stood aside, saluted Zhan Chen, and said, "Donor, you go in, our host is waiting for you inside." ”

Zhan Chen suppressed his apprehension, pushed open the door of the hall, and stepped into it, only to see Zhiyuan bowing down to a wide and fat smiling Bodhisattva in the middle, and on both sides of this smiling Buddha, there were still four golden-bodied statues, but they were diametrically opposed to the smiling Bodhisattva, standing majestically one by one, holding a sword weapon.

Seeing that Zhan Chen had come here, Master Zhiyuan stood up with a smile and said to him, "Donor, you must be very curious about why I came to you, right?"

"Why?" Zhan Chen also asked curiously.

"Because of the word 'fate', this may be the arrangement of fate, right?"

Zhan Chen listened to his mysterious and mysterious remarks, and he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd for a while, but it was rare that this senior master would deign to treat his small role, so he also listened to him patiently.

"Donor's surname?"

"My name is Zhan Chen. ”

"Lord Zhan, what do you think of our Buddhist scriptures?" Zhiyuan suddenly asked.

Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Please call a spade a spade. Gen Zhiyuan looked him in the eye earnestly.

Zhan Chen plucked up his courage and said: "Then Master Mage, I will say it bluntly, the ideal is very beautiful, but it is a pity to do what you said to persuade the wicked to follow the good, and rely on words to resolve the contradictions in this world, it is not realistic at all, this is a world where the strong are respected." ”

Master Zhiyuan retorted, "But you didn't try, how do you know it won't work?"

Zhan Chen sneered: "How should people deal with the killing ring?"

"I will try my best to dissuade them from fighting. ”

"And what if they insist on doing it?"

"He has to put a hand to stop their evil deeds, and then persuade them to do good. ”

Zhan Chen shouted: "But this is only for the strong, the weak can only be slaughtered, all this still depends on strength!"

At this time, Zhiyuan pointed to the big Buddha statue in the middle and said, "Donor, what do you see?"

Zhan Chen replied truthfully: "It's just a statue." ”

"No, they represent the sages, who have been working hard to save the suffering of the world, constantly admonishing in order to dissolve the hatred in the hearts of the people, and even using their flesh to block the blades of the killers, so as to dissolve the anger of the wicked, if all the people in the world can be like them, then the world will no longer be divided. ”

"So in your eyes, they're just statues, but in our eyes they're the spirit of admiration. Speaking of this, a determined look appeared in Master Zhiyuan's eyes.

Zhan Chen was silent for a moment, and finally broke out: "Some people are evil, if they wait for them to improve, how many people will be slaughtered." I have personally seen how demon cultivators have harmed the villagers, and they have been repeatedly pushed to a desperate situation by others, and these wicked people are impossible to persuade. ”

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the statue of the Heavenly King on the side, pointed to the sword in the statue's hand and shouted: "If you wait for the wicked to turn from good to good, why don't I turn into this vajra sword and cut off the evil in this world!"

When Master Zhiyuan heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, and suddenly laughed and said: "Okay, that's a good point!