"This is your ancestor's favorite place. He often practiced Taoism and enlightenment here, sitting on the rock, sometimes for several days." The old monk pointed to the rock and said to Chen Liuhe.

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Chen Liuhe stepped forward and touched the rock. A warm warmth came from the smooth surface of the rock. This may be the warmth left by the sunrise.

I don't know why, but when Chen Liuhe touched this huge rock, his mood that had been calm all day suddenly became turbulent.

There seemed to be a strange pulling force stimulating his mood, causing ripples in his heart, and he could not calm down no matter what.

It was like this huge rock had an inexplicable relationship with him, and there was some unknown magic that was constantly affecting him.

This feeling made Chen Liuhe frown deeply.

He kept looking around the rock, looking very carefully, his bright eyes emitting a sharp light, as if he wanted to see through the rock.

But after looking around, Chen Liuhe found nothing. The rock was weird and ordinary.

The strange thing is that it gave Chen Liuhe a very strange feeling.

What's ordinary is that the appearance of this rock seems to have no characteristics at all, it is just an ordinary stone.

This filled Chen Liuhe with surprise and doubt.

If this rock is ordinary, why does it give me such a strange feeling?

Chen Liuhe was convinced that the sudden and inexplicable feeling could not be groundless.

"Master, do you think there is anything strange about this rock?" Chen Liuhe couldn't help but ask, wanting to see if the old monk next to him had the same feeling as him.

Who knows, the old monk shook his head and said: "It's not strange, it's no different from ordinary rocks."

"If I have to say yes, it is that it was born with aloofness and ambition. It dares to stand on the top of this cliff, overlooking the mountains and enjoying the first ray of morning light every day." The old monk said softly.

Chen Liuhe chuckled and shook his head. It seemed that only he had that inexplicable feeling.

Could it be that this huge rock was the place where my dead grandfather often sat cross-legged, so it left a familiar aura to him?

Thinking of this, Chen Liuhe shook his head mockingly again. Such an idea was too mysterious and bizarre.

However, when Chen Liuhe took his palm away from the rock, the inexplicable throbbing in his heart instantly dissipated, as if it had not appeared.

This shocked Chen Liuhe even more.

Unable to help himself, Chen Liuhe put his palm up again, and that strange feeling appeared again, making the blood in his body flow with excitement and restlessness.

Chen Liuhe's pupils and heart shrank severely.

He was absolutely convinced that there must be something weird about this rock, some unknown weirdness.

But Chen Liuhe couldn't figure out what was so weird about it for a while.

At a certain moment, he had the urge to draw his sword and cut the rock apart.

But he finally endured it. He still didn't know what the secret of this rock was and what its situation was. If he chopped it into pieces rashly, he was afraid that it would be self-defeating.

After staying here for a long time, Chen Liuhe put away his surprise and followed the old monk back to a dilapidated temple.

Rather than saying it is a temple, it is better to say that this is just a small place to worship Buddha.

This small temple is composed of three simple tile-roofed houses. The tile-roofed house in the middle is dedicated to a Bodhisattva.

There is no strong incense, just three ordinary incense sticks burning.

Obviously, this place is not open to tourists and is located in an undeveloped and deserted land.

In the words of an old monk, if you have a Buddha in your heart, you just need to be pious. Faith in the Buddha is not always expressed through offerings.

Only when he arrived here did Chen Liuhe realize that there was such a place on Mount Tai, where tourism is flourishing.

There were only two people in the entire small temple, one was an old monk who was probably over a hundred years old, the other was the monk's apprentice, and the other was an old monk who also had wrinkles on his face.

Dinner is a simple vegetarian meal, light but filling.

After the meal, Chen Liuhe was arranged to rest in the tile-roofed house on the left.

This is also the room where his ghostly grandfather would stay every time he came to Taishan.

At night, the house was tidy, and a candle was lit on the table, making the whole house illuminated by the red candlelight.

Standing here, Chen Liuhe seemed to be able to see the old man staying here back then, which made him feel a little more desolate and heavy.

A few books are neatly placed on a simple desk.

According to the old monk Juna, except for the old man named Chen Xiantu, no one else has lived in this room for more than 30 years.

The furnishings here are all kept as they are.

Sitting at the desk, Chen Liuhe picked up the books and looked through them. They were all books about Buddhist scriptures.

It seems that when he was alive, his dead grandfather still had a heart dedicated to Buddha and good deeds.

Chen Liuhe couldn't help but think of what the old monk said during the day: There is both a Buddha's heart and an Asura heart!

Buddha’s heart is easy to understand!

As for the Shura mind, it is not difficult to understand!

Without going back in time, Chen Liuhe was certain that such an old man must be stained with blood and sea energy and carry thousands of bones and corpses on his back.

The sins and hostility in him must be very heavy, too heavy to be imagined!

While trying to imagine what kind of person the old man who was called the legend by the slaves was in his mind, he looked at the Buddhist scriptures in his hand that had been turned over by the old man.

Time passes by unconsciously.

When picking up the last Prajna Sutra, Chen Liuhe suddenly discovered that underneath the Prajna Sutra was a piece of paper that had become completely yellowed due to the passage of time.

He picked up the paper curiously and slowly opened the neatly folded paper.

When he saw the content on the paper, he was so shocked that he stood up from his stool in fear.

The expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost!

Because on that piece of paper were written three characters that were vigorous and powerful, like a dragon and a python flying into the sky.

Chen Liuhe!

His name actually appeared here.

How could Chen Liuhe not be shocked by this moment of horror and weirdness? It was even horrifying.

If nothing else, this piece of paper must have been left here more than thirty years ago, and it must have been written by that damn grandfather of mine, Chen Xiantu!

In other words, more than thirty years ago, his grandfather Chen Xiantu wrote the three characters Chen Liuhe here!
Chapter completed!