There were no stools in the lecture hall, but cushions all over the floor. There were dozens of people in the room, all standing. When they saw me coming in, their eyes came towards me. For some reason, these dozens of gazes looked over at me, and I immediately felt an invisible pressure and almost stepped back and left the door - it was true that these masters from the world of cultivation!

At this time, I saw an acquaintance. Mr. Zhang was leading a bald monk over and introduced to me: "Master Buddha, this child is Shi Ye, the person you are going to meet today."

"Hello, donor Shi, today the old monk has disturbed you. I have invited you to Guangjiao Temple from afar. I really have something to ask, I hope you don't mind." The old monk raised his hand politely and saluted me, came over and greeted me.

"Master Buddha, you don't have to be so polite to me. You are an elder and I am a junior. If you have any questions, you should come here. "I don't know what to call him. Mr. Zhang called him Master Buddha, and I also call him Master Buddha. When I was talking, I also looked up at the famous Ge Jujizan Living Buddha in front of me. I heard that this old man is almost 100 years old this year, but the old monk in front of me looks only in his sixties, with his bald head and no beard. I can't tell what his hair is weak, but his eyebrows are long and thick, and the ends are even curled, but they are mixed with black and white.

The most powerful masters I have ever met in the world of cultivation are the Guanzhu He Chen, the master of Qi Yunguan, and the abbot of Jiulin Zen Temple. Monk Fayuan is tall and looks solemn, and even his forehead is shiny; Taoist He Chen looks elegant and elegant, and even his eyes are shiny. But the old living Buddha in front of him is not tall, with a slightly dark skin, a straight and ordinary facial features, and a calm and gentle eye. If he is not wearing a monk's robe, he will be an ordinary country old man. Is this a living Buddha? It is so surprising. I originally imagined that he was sitting on the altar with golden light.

Without mentioning how I felt, the old living Buddha had already led everyone to the lecture hall. He first sat down on a cushion cross-legged, and then pointed to the cushion opposite him and waved to me: "Donor Shi, please sit down too."

I asked me to sit, and I sat down in front of him in my usual meditation posture. As soon as my butt was touched, I felt a few cold eyes stinged over, and I could hear a few cold snorkelings in my ears. I didn’t know at that time that there were many rules in the world of cultivation, especially the seniority. The Lady Buddha asked me to sit, and I sat down, and didn’t care that there were so many masters around him were still standing.

After I sat down, the Living Buddha waved his hand and asked other people to sit in. These people sat down, but there were still people standing not. These people also had rules, most of whom stood upright behind a sitting person, probably the disciples or juniors of that person. I sat opposite Ge Jujizan Living Buddha, Mr. Zhang sitting on his right, and a middle-aged man with long hair sat on his left. Seeing that the long hair he had left might be a Taoist priest who was traveling casually. As a result, when Mr. Zhang introduced, he was indeed a Taoist priest, and his background was quite good. He was actually the senior brother of Taoist priest of Zhengyi and Taoist Chen!

Although the old living Buddha nominally plays the leading role with me in today's occasion, Mr. Zhang seems to be a "host". After sitting down, he introduced me to the situation, sects, names, etc., such as those sitting around him. These people are monks, Taoism and vulgar, and there are all kinds of strange things. I couldn't remember so much for a while, and just nodded and greeted him. Some people politely returned the gifts, while others just raised their eyelids.

In addition to Hexi, I also remember another person. This man is a bald monk, who is not young, at least eighty or ninety years old, with a messy white short beard. He sat in a very front position in the hall and should have a good status. However, his expression looked like an eight- or nine-year-old child, staring at him with curious eyes, as if everything was fresh and had never seen before. When I greeted him, he grinned at me, his smile was extremely innocent.

Mr. Zhang introduced that this monk's Dharma name is Facheng, and he is the junior brother who presided over Fayuan in Jiulin Zen Temple. I had heard that there was a senior brother named Fahai in Fayuan, and now another junior brother Facheng appeared. Fahai, Fayuan, Facheng, all of them are next to the word "water", and it feels like three parallel goods. This monk Facheng is really interesting. I was thinking about these messy things in my heart. Mr. Zhang had already introduced them there, and the old living Buddha coughed: "Donor, Shi Xiaodonor..."

When the old lama saw that I was a little distracted, he called me. Since I was a child, I had never heard anyone call me a donor. I was a little uncomfortable when I heard it. Subconsciously, I replied: "Master Buddha, don't call me a donor. I have never given anything to you in the temple. I didn't even buy tickets when I entered..."

I didn't realize that speaking like this was suspected of picking a gutter at the time, because there were two Buddhist and Taoist families sitting there, and I strictly mean that I should have been from Taoism. It was indeed a bit inappropriate for Buddhist disciples to call Taoist disciples the donors. As soon as I said that, I found a smile in He Xi's eyes on his left hand, but I just held it back and didn't show it.

"The way of heaven is like a bow. The higher ones suppress it, the lower ones lift it. The more you have more damage, and the less you have less.... The less you have less to serve the more, who can serve the world? Only the Tao... People in the Taoist sect, who can serve the world with more, can of course be called donors. Shi Xiaozhenren, what do you say?" When the old lama saw me saying what I said just now, his expression remained unchanged, and instead quoted a passage from "Laozi" and asked me, but the title had changed. He no longer called me the donor, but Shi Xiaozhenren.

I have guessed many times how the living Buddha would speak when he saw me, and whether he would speak Buddhist scriptures that I couldn't understand. I never expected that as soon as he opened his mouth, he actually said the words in the Tao Te Ching. This old lama is indeed not simple, nor is it as obvious as his disciple Shang Yunfei, and it is very peaceful and has no airs at all. When everyone sitting there heard his words, his face immediately became much calmer, and the eyes of Master Hexi also showed a sense of respect. Everyone consciously did not interrupt, only Monk Facheng applauded and smiled: "Master is good! All sages all regard inaction law, but there are differences... Didn't the Taoist priests say that the Taishang Laojun also said inaction?"

Monk Facheng's smile sounded innocent, but it was a bit of a thrilling sound in this kind of occasion. He Xi coughed slightly. The living Buddha also heard He Xi's coughing and said, "The old monk won't say much. Today I'm looking for Shi Xiao Zhenren, mainly because everyone has questions to ask you... He Xi, you should ask."

The real person He Xi nodded slightly to the old living Buddha and asked me: "Shi Ye, I will be straight to the point... You broke through the wall at Qiyun Temple in my side a few days ago, causing chaos among the crowd. What explanation is this?"

He Xi's words meant to be rude, but his tone was not harsh. His appearance was different from his junior brother and Chen. The Taoist priest was white and fat, with the corners of his mouth and eyebrows curled upwards, and even his expression was laughing when he was not smiling. Therefore, although he was asking me, the words he said from his mouth were not a blame.

I remembered Mr. Zhang's instructions and answered: "I can't explain what happened that day alone. Many people here saw it. The Taoist priest can ask them. There are also witnesses here today... I have seen this ancestor behind me in Qiyunguan." As I said that, I turned around and pointed at a big man sitting not far behind me. This man's beard was very special, and his hair was very thick and twisted together. I remembered that I had seen him in Qiyunguan that day.

When He Xi saw me pointing at the man, he also asked, "Mr. Xuanhua, since you were also in Qiyun Temple that day, then you can talk about the scene you saw at that time."

Unexpectedly, this burly man actually called Mr. Xuanhua. Mr. Xuanhua stood up, bowed to the living Buddha, and then said, "I went to watch the fun that day. I heard that Qi Yunguan caught the auspicious beast, looking at the sky, and I had never seen auspicious beasts before, and wanted to feast my eyes. Unexpectedly, I told the Lord Chen Guan that no matter who did not have black Ruyi, he could not see auspicious beasts... Later, someone called the Taoist priests to abduct children, and a group of people broke into the backyard, and I followed them in..."

Mr. Xuanhua's voice was quite loud, which made my ears buzzing. He continued, "Zezhong said that the broken mirror in this child's hand was Qi Yunguan's thing. Later, the child rushed to Zezhong and was knocked out by Zeren with one sleeve. When he landed on the ground, he deliberately hit a big hole in the wall. I saw it with my own eyes!"

Mr. Xuanhua had a loud voice and good eyesight. He said the truth - I deliberately broke the wall. At this time, Mr. Zhang asked me: "Ishino, explain why you deliberately broke the wall of Qi Yunguan - all the seniors present are seniors, you don't need to lie, everyone knows that it was not attacked by Zeren."

Mr. Zhang was clearly reminding me to tell the truth where I should tell the truth. I thought about it and replied: "I am angry. If you come to the door and use magic tools to change things, then don't change it. Why do you falsely accus me of being a thief for no reason? Qi Yunguan did this, if it was Mr. Zhang, would you be angry? If you are angry, would you express your expression?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head and smiled without answering. The old living Buddha spoke: "I asked the little disciple Shang Yunfei, and he also confirmed to me personally that the ancient mirror was indeed the object of Shi Xiao Zhenren. He Xi, how do you explain this?"

He Xi's expression was a little awkward: "This - it's true that Qi Yunguan was wrong first. Zezhong had already returned to the mountain and was punished. Zhengyimen will no longer pursue the matter of collapse of the wall and destroying the paintings. Today, Zhengyimen is present today. Zhengyimen just wants to ask one question, who is the master who broke the Demon-Subduing Formation and stole the auspicious beast? Who is the person who sets fire in the chaos? Shi Ye, you won't know?"

"No, no, no, I don't know, it's not me anyway! I don't even know what the Demon Subduing Array is! When Qi Yunguan caught fire, I had already gone out - there were hundreds of people to prove it."

He was a little frozen at this point. If I just bite you to death, He Xi would probably have no choice. At this time, he only heard the old living Buddha say, "One wants to ask, the other doesn't know, so why not ask. Shi Ye, the old monk asks you a question. Today, you can't help but answer."

"Master Buddha, just ask whatever you want, and I will tell you as long as I know."

The living Buddha smiled slightly: "You must know, it is impossible not to know. You have such cultivation at a young age, especially the external skills of self-cultivation, and must be a master. What kind of sect do you have and who will you be taught?"

Damn! This is my most troublesome problem. I don’t know which sect I came from, nor can I tell them that I learned the alchemy with Feng Junzi, who is three years younger than me. I could only pick up the rules of the practice world and answered: “Isn’t there a rule that ‘doesn’t ask’ in the practice world?”

At this time, Mr. Zhang interrupted: "There are indeed rules that do not ask, but it is not impossible to ask under any circumstances. We may not ask your origin, but the process of preaching the Dharma must be said."

What happened to preaching the Dharma? I suddenly remembered that Feng Junzi once told me that if someone asked me, I would meet a god in my dream, this is a good idea! So I replied half-truely: "When I was young, I often saw things that others could not see..."

"Born with yin eyes!" someone said in the crowd.

"Don't interrupt, listen to what he said." Another person next to him stopped him.

"I can not only see things that others cannot see, but also often dream about what will happen in the future. One night, I dreamed of someone who came to teach me how to practice alchemy and told me that this is the only way to cure my qi deficiency and weak body... When I was a child, I was in very bad health and almost died of illness a few times. Later, I learned alchemy from the person in this dream and grew up healthy."

The words were half true and half false, and no one heard them. There was indeed a situation in the world of cultivation that spread the Dharma and recruit disciples in dreams. Although it was very rare, it was impossible for everyone to say it. At this time, He Xi still spoke: "Shi Ye, you said that the man has reached the level of spreading the Dharma from the divine Dharma. Can you describe this person?"

Describe the appearance of this person? Of course, we can't say that Feng Junzi looks like a nonsense: "He is an old Taoist priest, and he walks smoothly like a god! He is wearing a green sermon robe and holding a whisk in his hand. The whisk is golden..."

I spoke nonsense, but found that He Xi and Mr. Zhang, who were sitting on both sides, had their faces changed. It was an incredible surprise. Mr. Zhang suddenly asked, "Is there a big white patch in the middle of the Taoist robe of the old god?"

What does Mr. Zhang mean? Since he said that, I followed him and said, "Yes, there is a big white patch on the front of the Taoist robe, and I don't know why."

"Does the hairpin on the old immortal's head look like a sword?" He Xi Zhenren also asked.

The more I heard it, the more I became, the stranger I simply said, "Yes, the hairpin on his head is four inches long, and it looks like a little sword... Senior, do you know him too?"
Chapter completed!