Wu Ming was buried in the ground for a day and a night, and Nanfeng Ning kept him for a day and a night.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the mountains withered and yellow, and the fallen leaves were flying when the wind passed, making a scene of late autumn!

The female arrester was shocked. Could it be that he had absorbed all the spiritual energy in the mountains?

In fact, this is not the case. Since Jilong Mountain is the 42nd blessed place, it is guided by the situation and its spiritual energy comes naturally and never runs out. How could Wu Ming's small body be able to absorb it?

The reason why the plants and trees withered is because the Bodhi tree suddenly became empty, and the surrounding spiritual energy came to fill it automatically, making the nearby spiritual energy thin. After three or five days, the spiritual energy gradually filled up, and the mountains and forests will have spring and summer weather.

The sky was white, and the morning bell of the Chicken Temple rang.

The bell sounds vigorously and vigorously, deep and clear, spreading along the mountain tops, with endless aftertaste.

The bell is particularly long today, I think a distinguished guest is here.

Nan Fengning glanced at the Bodhi tree without any movement and entered into meditation again.

As soon as the bell rang, the Jiming Temple was filled with a busy scene.

The monks, monks, monks and the first buildings of each courtyard are the opening gates of the mountain gates, the adding lamp oil is added to the lamp oil, the sweeping floor and cleaning windows, dusting dust, and they are so busy that they are too busy.

Although the guests were welcomed, there was no joy on the monks' faces, because the few red-robed monks standing at the mountain gate came to the restaurant.

"My brothers and sisters, Master has a lifetime of Buddha's heart, and his reputation for being a monk for thousands of years is on your and my shoulders today!"

"Amitabha..." They are all disciples of Master Fu Yin, so there is no need to say the rest.

Several eminent monks walked side by side, although they were all at the Earth level, but they were also as powerful as the sky.

"Haha..." As if I felt the aura of several monks, I was standing at the mountain gate, looking up at the red-robed man in hundreds of temples all over the mountain, and couldn't help but smile, "Mu Yin didn't come by himself, but he used a few monks to welcome me, which is very interesting..."

He turned around and whispered a few words, and the follower immediately took off the chains on the neck of a man in red robe who was crawling on the ground.

"Look carefully, and follow me up the mountain!"

"Ho, huo..." The man in red robe named Di Ting slowly stood up, his saliva flowed all over the ground, and the water was amazing. If Wu Ming had to wear it, he would be overwhelmed.

Along the mountain climbing stone steps, a row of gray-robed men and a row of red-robed men came and met halfway.

The monk from Jiming Temple was about to proclaim the Buddha's name and salute when he suddenly heard the loud chanting of scriptures coming towards him like a tide.

"Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

The monks held their breath and looked at each other, and they all saw the same answer: "The Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita!"

‘Does this monk want to use the Sanskrit version of the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita?’

The monks suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that they were taking the foreign language test!

I carefully identified the syllables and was about to recite them in Sanskrit, but the sound of chanting the scriptures over there came to an abrupt end.

Mandarin with different heights and thicknesses sounded at the same time: "The four elements of monks are empty. I have heard that Jiming Temple is the leader of Dongtu Zen Buddhism for a long time, but I don't know if the six senses of the monks on the stage are clear and quiet?"

The voices in the first half of the sentence were still mixed, but in the second half, they suddenly became uniform. When the gray-robed man came forward, he saw a row of exactly the same Western monks!

"Tubo national teacher, Sangye Dojinba Bell, went up the mountain to pay homage, Namo Gerong Sinra Wuga (Tubo language: Namo Samantabhadra Light Buddha, is the Buddha's name proclaimed by Tantric Buddhism)......"

The row of men in red robe was exactly the same regardless of appearance, voice, expression, and movements! Even a row of earth-level masters could not tell which one was the real Tubo national master!

Although several Zen masters looked calm, they all sweated coldly behind them.

This question is about examining the six senses of the monks!

The six senses are also the six emotions, referring to the six sensory organs, or cognitive abilities. Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind. Eyes are the root of vision, ears are the root of listening, nose is the root of smell, tongue is the root of taste, body is the root of touch, and mind is the root of thoughts!

Obviously, as long as the monks find the real Tubo national teacher, this first game will be considered a win!

But the problem is that although the Tubo national master is the "Zhong" among the Eight Poles, Dongtu mostly sees portraits. Few people have seen him, and even more far apart from the two continents, the Tubo national master rarely appears in Dongtu, and there are almost no one who knows him. The monks present met for the first time.

How can we tell the authenticity based on the feeling of this first meeting alone?

The scene became cold for a moment, and the Tubo national master didn't care. A row of people stood in the sun, breathing the fresh air of the 42nd blessed land, and smearing thick white. There was no trace of displeasure on his pink face.

At this time, there was finally movement in the back mountain.

Accompanied by a long sigh, the charred dead wood suddenly exploded like firecrackers, and wood chips flew for a moment. The south wind quickly used its true energy to block the radiant debris from the whole body.

Suddenly, a mountain wind came, and the straight broken wood ashes disappeared, revealing a hole filled with light smoke.

The dark cave was a little deeper, and the veil was blowing over. Nan Feng Ning was leaning over to visit him. Unexpectedly, a pair of arms in the dark were wrapped around the back of his neck. He was about to struggle, but his lips tightened and his whole body suddenly froze there, as if he was struck by lightning!

Millions of tastes surge in my heart, and the female name catcher was confused and didn't know where her soul returned.

After a long time, there was a crisp "pop" sound in my ears, and the beauty was like a frightened white rabbit, and her whole body bounced up from the ground.

The strength was so great that he dragged Wu Ming out of the cave.

"You--" The female captain pointed at Wu Ming and was about to scold him, but before he could speak, she started sobbing.

"Sister Nanfeng..." Wu Ming swallowed the 'female hero' back to his stomach, and moved to Nanfeng, who was crying, at a loss.

brush!

With the sword light together, Wu Ming subconsciously ran away with his head in his arms. He didn't wait for the sword for a long time. He took a peek and found that Nan Feng Ning was staring at him with complicated eyes.

The stimulating gaze was both resentful and contempt, and there was a little unwillingness and disgust. At the end, there seemed to be a hint of joy.

That must be an illusion.

Wu Ming even admired himself a little. In a short glance, he read so many meanings!

"Little thief!" Seeing Wu Ming holding his head, bowing his waist, his eyes rolling around, and he didn't know what tricks he was thinking, Nan Fengning suddenly became angry and stomped his feet. When the true energy came to him, he raised his hand to grab the thief's ear and twisted it back and forth.

Although Wu Ming screamed miserably, his heart was relieved.

"Sister, please spare me-"

This painful cry is really refreshing, and the fullness of the middle energy is rare in the world.

Not only did it startle birds all over the mountain, but it also made the gray-robed monk who was staring at him take off his obsession. He didn't bother to wipe his head and sweat, and he pronounced the Buddha's name together.

"How?" the man in red robe asked in unison.

The strongest monk stepped forward and said, "I heard for a long time that the national master is not only profound in Buddhism, but also famous in his cultivation. I am not talented, so I want to ask for advice!"

Several monks nodded together, their figures and appearances could be imitated, but the cultivation of the heavenly master is probably not something that can be imitated!

‘Hehe! That’s what you are waiting for!’

The man in red robe laughed at the sky: "I heard that Jiming Temple's unique skills are in the palace, but unfortunately I have never been able to visit you. I have been itching for a long time. I have got what I wish today, which is really a great comfort for my whole life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a Hokage soared into the sky and rushed towards the grey-robed monk!
Chapter completed!