The Titian Mountains run from north to south, and the further south you go, the more colorful the scenery in the autumn forests becomes.

Dark green and golden yellow, interwoven with blood-red maple leaves, appear even brighter and more colorful through the hoarfrost and mist.

When the two reached the top of the mountain, they could see red maple trees stretching out below the mountain. The wind blew and the leaves rustled, like the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "After passing this mountain, we will reach Xingshan Temple."

Yin Biyue looked into the distance and could vaguely see the shadows of green tiles and flying eaves on the mountainside among the red maples.

Like a bright pearl, it is adorned in the surging and burning sea of ​​fire.

After the great war between Taoism and demons and the catastrophe, many powerful people died and many sects lost their inheritance in the war. Most of the major sects today gradually rose and developed in the "Ending Age" after the catastrophe.

Xingshan Temple is different. Although there is no sub-sage in Xingshan Temple, the tradition has never been broken. In terms of orthodoxy, it is better than Jiekong Temple, which has the sub-sage Master Wuwang.

Yin Biyue had never dealt with Buddhist monks, and his impression of them at the flower-folding meeting was that they were low-key and silent. When it comes to the "Double Buddhist Temples", many people only think of the word compassion.

Luo Mingchuan thought about the skilled doctors at Xingshan Temple, and thought that his junior brother's gray hair disease might be cured, so he couldn't help but relax.

The temple is built against the mountain. From a distance, you can see the gray roofs and apricot-yellow walls stacked up in layers, stretching for a long distance.

In such a large temple, there are at least a thousand monks practicing.

However, the mountain gate is not very magnificent, and even looks a bit shabby compared with other major sects.

After who knows how many years of wind, frost, rain and snow, the three big characters "Xingshan Temple" engraved on the top are now only outlines, and the original strokes of the pen are no longer visible.

But even with such a desolate stone gate, it still retains the original appearance of the 'Age of Saints'.

There are three gates standing side by side, with a palace-style double-eaved gate in the middle and a small gate on each side, symbolizing the three methods of nirvana and liberation, the "Gate of Emptiness", the "Gate of No Form" and the "Gate of No Action", which were the typical temple architectural styles at that time.

Everyone who comes here can see the history and glory of a sect.

A young monk in a bright yellow cassock stood outside the mountain gate with a calm expression.

He saw two people walking side by side on the mountain road. They were clearly wearing the same Cangya Taoist robe, but their demeanor was completely different. One was a gentleman, dignified and upright like warm jade, while the other had white hair and cold eyes like ice.

The young monk thought of the sutra he had recited before, "The body is born from the formless, just like the images of illusion. The mind of the illusion is originally nothing, and sin and blessing are empty and have no place to stay."

Whether a gentleman is upright or unkind, it is just an appearance and how can it represent the essence of a person?

He chanted a Buddhist name and stepped forward, "Two donors, please follow me into the temple."

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan were startled, as they did not expect someone to be waiting to greet them. But then they remembered that there was a high monk in the temple, who knew everything about the mountain, and they were afraid that they had already guessed their intention.

Luo Mingchuan bowed and said, "Thank you for your help."

The young monk dodged the greeting, said "Amitabha", and led them into the mountain gate.

The moment Yin Bi stepped through the mountain gate, he seemed to realize something. He turned back suddenly and saw four large characters engraved on the tall stone gate: "Boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness". Perhaps it was an illusion, he felt that these four characters were much clearer than the "Xingshan Temple" engraved on the front.

The young monk lowered his head and eyes as he led them around the numerous Buddhist halls. From time to time along the way, monks in gray robes stopped to salute him.

Yin Biyue and the others realized that this monk was of a high rank and should be a disciple of some high monk in the temple.

The temple is very big. Some people are sweeping the grounds, some are chanting scriptures, but everywhere is peaceful and quiet, without any noise.

As you walk, your whole body is bathed in the faint scent of sandalwood.

But for some reason, Yin Biyue couldn't relax.

It was as if beneath this peaceful appearance, there was a cold and cruel eye, watching their every move in the dark.

Finally, we stepped into the most magnificent Golden-roofed Buddhist Hall in the temple.

The temple is tall and wide, with bright yellow prayer flags and canopies hanging down from the beams, overlapping and immersed in the curling green smoke. At first glance, it gives people the illusion of endlessness.

The golden Buddha statue is so tall that you have to look up to see the Buddha's head.

In comparison, the old monk in a golden cassock standing in front of the Buddha appears much shorter.

But no one would feel that he was insignificant because he was the abbot of Xingshan Temple.

Master Jinghai is one of the only two monks in the temple with the character "Jing" in their name. He is a senior monk of the same age as Master Wuwang, the second-rank monk of Jiekong Temple.

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue could never have imagined that such a big shot would be waiting here.

The two of them went forward to pay their respects and found that there were still many monks standing in the Buddhist temple. Although they did not show any pressure and their cultivation was unknown, they all wore bright yellow robes.

The two men performed Taoist etiquette, and the monks responded with Buddhist etiquette.

In such a large gathering, Jinghai was the first to speak. He spoke calmly, neither hurriedly nor slowly, as if reciting a scripture. "The two donors have come from afar and must have had a hard time. I know the purpose of your visit, and it is not a problem. Please move over and discuss it."

He only spoke the last sentence to Yin Biyue, and the implication was clear.

Yin Biyue glanced at Luo Mingchuan subconsciously. Before they even opened their mouths, this man knew that they came to treat illnesses, which showed that he was indeed at a very high level.

Luo Mingchuan didn't expect that Master Jinghai would so easily promise to help in person. But the world knows that Buddhism is compassionate, so he didn't think much about it at this time. He just thought that his junior brother's white hair disease was not a big deal, so he nodded to Yin Biyue.

Yin Biyue saw him nod, then followed Jinghai to the back of the hall.

Behind the magnificent Buddhist temple is a secluded Zen room with a tall green pine tree planted outside.

There was incense burning in the room and the light was dim. Even though it was daytime, Jinghai still lit the candles in front of the desk.

The two sat facing each other at the table. Yin Biyue was not concerned about his gray hair disease. At this moment, he was not concerned about how to cure the disease, but about outlining every path he had walked before in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He was certain that the entire Xingshan Temple was buried with an extremely powerful formation. The "Boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness" at the mountain gate was one of the points in the formation.

It is very likely the 'Buddha's Seal Golden Light Array' left over from the 'Age of Saints' that can stop saints as rumored.

I just don't know how much power this formation has left.

Jinghai took out a half-worn Chinese torreya chessboard and said, "Donor Yin, are you willing to play a game of chess with me?"

Playing chess naturally had nothing to do with curing illnesses, but after meeting the dean, Yin Biyue had become accustomed to the vague and confusing style of these bigwigs, so he replied, "My chess skills are poor, and I am sorry to make you laugh."

The chief lecturer paid no attention to his humble words and directly pushed the chess box containing the black pieces over to him, asking him to play black first.

Yin Biyue did not refuse, and raised his hand to place the first piece in the "Tianyuan" position in the middle of the chessboard.

This kind of play is rare. It is either performed by a master with a unique way of playing chess, or by a fool who does not know how to plan.

Yin Biyue was neither of them. But ever since he entered Xingshan Temple, he felt extremely depressed.

It was as if there was a breath of depression in my chest that had to be released with this chess piece.

From the perspective of etiquette, playing against seniors and placing the pieces at the Tianyuan position is disrespectful to the elders.

The old monk frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Also lost a piece.

For a moment, the only sound in the quiet Zen room was the sound of chess pieces falling.

The two of them took more than 20 steps each, and the rhythm of the game was still peaceful. At this time, Jinghai spoke, "I heard that Donor Yin was born in Lanyuan Academy. The academy integrates hundreds of schools of thought. I wonder if you have ever studied Buddhism?"

Yin Biyue replied, "What I have learned is crude and I have never practiced it."

This was not out of modesty. Even though the library contained many Buddhist scriptures, Yin Biyue had already learned the basics of swordsmanship at that time and was not very interested in Buddhism.

But he suddenly thought of Luo Mingchuan.

Senior Brother Luo’s Galan Pupil Technique is a Buddhist practice.

The old monk made another move and told a story from the Buddhist scriptures.

The story is simple, and Yin Biyue had heard it a long time ago.

It is simply about a ship sailing on the sea with 500 people on board, one of whom is a pirate and wants to kill everyone on the ship.

The bhikkhu in the Miscellaneous Āgamas has six kinds of supernatural powers, one of which is "the knowledge of life and death", which enables him to foresee the good and evil deeds of sentient beings, the cause and effect of their karma. If he foresaw the actions of thieves, he would kill them first and save the people on the boat.

Jinghai concluded, "I would rather break the precepts and bear the consequences of killing than save sentient beings. This is the great compassion of 'going to jail first'."

Yin Biyue did not speak. At this time, the chess game had changed. His "Long Dragon" had been forced by the opponent to only have three breaths left.

Jinghai stopped making moves and said sternly, "Donor Yin, I know you are a kind-hearted person. But do you know that a disaster is coming and the world is about to fall?!"

Yin Biyue raised his eyes suddenly, and saw the old monk with raised eyebrows and a frightening light in his eyes!

His heart sank, and his mind quickly recalled the scene when he entered the hall just now. Monks in bright yellow robes stood in the hall.

...There are twelve people.

If there are exactly four abbots and eight deacons, it means that all the strong men of Xingshan Temple have come out!

Yin Biyue was about to draw his sword instantly! But he tried his best to restrain himself.

He knew that since Jinghai had led him here, he would not let him out easily. And in front of a powerful Mahayana master, he could not force his way out of this meditation room.

So he remained still, neither holding the sword nor moving.

Sincerely, "Master, please enlighten me."

Jinghai said, "I have been cultivating the 'Dharma Eye' for thousands of years. The benefactor Luo standing outside the temple right now is the star of disaster. If the Demon King who died under the sword of Linyuan wants to be reborn, he must wake up in his physical body."

Yin Biyue subconsciously retorted, "Impossible!"

Jinghai had never been offended by his juniors, but he was not angry at this time and still explained,

"It's not just me who has seen this. The abbot and Master Wuwang also agree with me."

Yin Biyue was stunned.

Jinghai's words were like a bolt of lightning, striking directly on the top of his head!