Fanyin Temple.

These three words sound ordinary at first, but when combined together, they become the famous leader of Buddhism and Taoism in the world of cultivation. Whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, when hearing this name, they often show admiration and say "a decent and great sect."

Ningning thought so a long time ago.

Until she saw Mingkong's human bell and pestle, and the passionate Buddhist sutra rap of Master Yonggui.

The Fanyin Temple, which is full of Buddha's light, seems to have something wrong.

And today, Ningning finally got the opportunity to experience how abnormal this place is.

——Shortly after the exchange and study between Xuanxu Sword Sect and Wanjian Sect, Fanyin Temple held a triennial Buddhist conference.

This meeting is a grand event of Buddhism. In addition to the Buddhist practitioners from all directions, the major immortal sects will also send disciples to participate and get a taste of the joy and Buddha's light.

The Xuanxu Sword Sect is one of them.

The people who followed Tianxianzi here this time were Ningning, Pei Ji, Zheng Weiqi, Lin Xun and He Zhizhou.

"Don't think the name 'Buddhism Conference' is boring. As long as you try to participate, you will find that it is actually very interesting."

Tianxianzi walked in front and whispered to the little disciples behind him: "During the Dharma Conference, each elder of Fanyin Temple will give a small class, and the content of the teachings is different, for the disciples of the major sects to study Buddhism and experience the life of practicing Buddhism in Fanyin Temple."

Ningning listened and looked up at the scenery inside the temple.

The midwinter has not yet passed, and the sky and the earth are still endless white. The ancient temple leans against the overlapping mountains and peaks, the glazed tiles are magnificent, the temple is a rich red, the dense pine and cypress trees are vigorous and deep, all dyed with flawless white.

The colors are diverse, but when she looks around, she can only see the endless flow of people coming and going.

The masters in Fanyin Temple come from all corners of the world, without exception, they all have big flesh-colored heads, and when they gather together and walk in a staggered manner, they are like boiling eggs in a frying pan, or waves that rise and fall constantly and surge left and right.

The cold winter wind blows by, and Pei Ji beside her coughs lightly.

After recuperating in his master's sect for a while, his body has recovered a little. Although he can walk normally, he is still weak due to the serious injuries caused by the thunder.

Ning Ning glanced at him and spoke softly: "Do you feel cold?"

Pei Ji shook his head: "No problem."

When he spoke, he lowered his eyelashes and looked at her, then he pursed his lips and forced down the discomfort in his throat.

Pei Ji was wearing black clothes today. Against the gloomy dark black color, his whole face looked even paler, especially his thin lips, which were bloodless and looked too dry.

Ning Ning looked up and saw a jade-white hairband hanging with her black hair.

It was the one she gave him in Luancheng.

After Ning Ning gave it to Pei Ji, she never saw him use it.

She thought he liked dark black and thought this color was too abrupt and ostentatious. Later, when she came back from the desert, she heard He Zhizhou say that Pei Ji had kept the headband in his shirt until the last thunderbolt fell, and then he used it to tie his hair.

At that time, He Zhizhou asked her half-jokingly: "Ning Ning, seeing how much Pei Junior Brother cherishes it, you didn't give it to him, did you?"

Ning Ning blushed on the spot because of that sentence.

Strangely enough, Pei Ji had never used it openly, but after returning to Xuanxu from Tianhe, he often tied the ribbon in his hair.

When she noticed this change for the first time and stared at him intently, he even blushed awkwardly.

"This is my first time in Fanyin Temple."

Ning Ning collected her thoughts, lowered her head with a smile, and gently hooked her fingertips, which landed on his little finger: "Maybe I can see Master Mingkong and Master Yonggui. I don't know what they are doing."

As she spoke, she hooked her finger upwards.

This force was unexpected. Although it was only used on the little finger, it caused Pei Ji's entire left hand to move upwards. Then the soft and gentle touch gradually spread, and Ning Ning's five fingers covered his palm one by one, wrapping his entire palm.

Pei Ji had never tried to hold hands with her in such a public place - let alone a pure Buddhist place.

His left hand, which was held tightly, stiffened slightly.

"Pei Ji."

Ning Ning's voice lingered in his ears, very low, with a smile: "Why didn't you use this headband before, and suddenly wore it these few days?"

While she was talking, warm spiritual power spread from the palm of her hand, like a gurgling stream, passing through every line on his hand, passing through the blood, and spreading to all parts of his cold body, dispelling the uncomfortable cold.

Ning Ning's hand was much smaller than his, and pressed down softly, like a ball of boneless cotton.

She slowly transferred her spiritual power, and adjusted the movement of holding hands awkwardly and without leaving any trace. Sometimes her fingertips rubbed the knot or scar in his hand, which was warm and slightly itchy.

Pei Ji: "..."

Pei Ji's eyes dimmed a little, and he suddenly spread out his five fingers to break free from the restraints, and clasped Ning Ning's entire right hand in his backhand.

"That's right," he felt the warmth flowing in the palm of his hand, and coughed again, "I just suddenly wanted to use it."

Ning Ning: "Huh--"

She said and took another step closer to him, bringing a reassuring warmth, looking into Pei Ji's eyes without blinking, and almost leaned into his ear and smiled: "Really?"

The breath of the black-clothed boy next to him was obviously disordered for a while.

He could kill demons and monsters in public, and was used to being covered in wounds and blood. But it was such a soft, almost ambiguous action that made his ears feel hot.

Pei Ji did not respond immediately, but increased the strength of his hands, trying to stroke the back of her hand with his fingertips like Ning Ning.

"And more."

The two of them walked at the end of the Xuanxu Sword Faction team. Others rarely looked back. He touched her awkwardly, his throat moving slightly: "It's different now than before."

He never had hope before, and only dared to stare at her figure from a distance. That hairband might be the only thing he could get from Ning Ning.

Moreover, given their previous relationship, if he used it, it would be considered an act of usurpation.

But now it was different.

This was... a gift from the girl he liked.

She also loved him.

Pei Ji had an idea he had never had before, he wanted to let more people know that Ning Ning had given it to him.

It was like a kind of claim to sovereignty, or a youthful, quiet show-off.

So childish.

Ning Ning smiled softly.

Perhaps hearing the laughter, Pei Ji pressed her palm with his thumb, making a silent and weak protest.

The group followed Tian Xianzi through the crowd, and soon arrived at the Dharma Discussion Platform in the center of the Fanyin Temple.

"The elders who are giving small classes are all here at the Dharma discussion platform. You can take a look at them by yourself. If you are interested, go and try it."

Tianxianzi finished his introduction and smiled hurriedly: "Master and the abbot of Fanyin Temple have a competition. I will take my leave first. Don't worry about me."

The master is an absolute sword fanatic. Every time he goes to a new place, he will compete with the local masters.

——The ending is often a loss for both sides. Tianxianzi has no money to treat his injuries and illnesses, so he can only eat and drink for free and stay in the other party's sect as a parasite.

Although he didn't mean to do so, Ningning had reason to suspect that this was a new type of fraud.

She was not surprised by this, and waved goodbye to Tian Xianzi. She turned her head and looked at the masters on the platform one by one.

This small class recruitment was very similar to the club's welcome ceremony. Each elder sat on a cushion, and many dark golden small characters were suspended in the air beside him. They were all condensed by spiritual power and used to introduce the content of the small class in detail.

"I once attended a Buddhist conference."

Zheng Weiqi seemed to be recalling some not-so-good old memories, and her facial features gradually turned into a rough bitter gourd: "In short... you must choose carefully. If you meet an unreliable monk, you will be tortured badly."

Ningning asked curiously: "Sister, which small class did you choose last time?"

Zheng Weiqi's expression was a little gloomy: "Music theory appreciation."

He Zhizhou was amused: "Sister Zheng, you won't be assigned to ring the bell, right?"

He said with a light chuckle, and sent a message to Ningning: "Isn't this what! There is the hunchback of the bell tower, Amoxicillin, in Notre Dame de Paris, and we have the bell tower swordsman Zheng Weiqi in the Fanyin Temple!"

Ningning looked at him in shock.

What Amoxicillin, his name is obviously Quasimodo.

"That's not the case. There are people in charge of the morning and evening bells. I am not good enough."

Zheng Weiqi's eyes were blank, and she fell into memories: "I just entered the hall with dozens of monks, sat in a dark little room, and rang the wooden fish for three days and three nights, chanting scriptures while beating - do you want to listen? Gate Gate, Paragate, Parasenggate..."

- I don't want to listen at all!

Moreover, the senior sister's eyes were dull, and her tone was more and more like a repetition robot! That passage of Buddhist scriptures was simply engraved in her DNA, super scary!

"Everyone, look over there."

Lin Xun, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. He was still not used to crowded places, and he took a step closer to He Zhizhou while talking: "Is that Master Yonggui? Why is he sitting on a cushion like the elders?"

Ningning followed his gaze and saw a familiar figure. Yonggui obviously saw them, nodded, and smiled very kindly.

"The energy of the Buddhist elders is limited, and some disciples who have achieved success in cultivation can also get the opportunity to give small classes."

Zheng Weiqi explained patiently, frowning: "But this one... doesn't look very reliable."

Ningning felt the same way: "Senior sister, be more confident, remove the 'looks'."

Although Yonggui's Buddhist rap is weird, the music is just an external way of cultivation. In terms of his personal habits, he is not that weird.

Therefore, the dark golden characters that appeared beside the little monk were neatly written: Enlightenment.

"Life is like flowing clouds and running water. Only when all five elements are empty can you have no regrets. When greed, anger and ignorance are eliminated right now, you will become a Buddha in your mind."

Yonggui said slowly, "To transcend the five elements and look at things with your true heart is the 'Zen' in Buddhism. If you have any problems in life, you can talk to me. Maybe I can figure it out."

"Really?"

Zheng Weiqi became interested: "Young master, I want to make money, practice swordsmanship, and go down the mountain to subdue monsters. However, I have too little time now and can't do everything. What should I do?"

Yonggui smiled and said, "How difficult is that?"

He lowered his head and rummaged in his storage bag for a while. After a while, he took out a few pebbles and a wooden cup.

As Ning Ning expected, the little monk really put the stone into the wooden cup and looked up at Zheng Weiqi: "Donor, is the cup full?"

This routine is old-fashioned.

Judging from his proficiency in taking out the storage bag, this so-called "Zen" should be a mass-produced philosophical story, and as long as he encounters a problem that is almost suitable, he can put it into it.

Zheng Weiqi looked like she was looking at a mentally retarded person. To save her young master's face, she still cooperated with him, saying, "It's full."

"Actually, not."

Yonggui was still young after all. Seeing that she had fallen into his trap, he was very happy. He forced the corners of his lips down and took out a handful of fine sand from the storage bag. He gradually filled the gaps between the stones, saying, "Look, this is full."

His voice and movements were done in one go. Zheng Weiqi pretended to applaud as if she had suddenly realized something. Unexpectedly, she suddenly heard a serious voice beside her, "No, that's not right. It's not full yet!"

It was He Zhizhou.

"The basic component of sand and stone is silicon dioxide, and □□ can just dissolve silicon dioxide!"

He Zhizhou's eyes lit up as he thought about it, and he became more and more excited as he spoke: "As for the stone in the cup, it is limestone, and its main component is calcium carbonate. As long as a proper amount of dilute hydrochloric acid is added, it can also undergo a dissolution reaction. In this way, a large space can be left in the cup - as long as the chemical reaction continues, the cup will never be full. It's amazing!"

Yonggui didn't understand this nonsense, and looked at him with the eyes of a mental patient.

Yonggui tried to use a tactful tone: "This donor... is he chanting some ancient spell?"

Master Yonggui was almost overjoyed to receive Zheng Weiqi's praise.

Although Senior Sister Zheng was unreliable sometimes, she was ultimately a good cultivator who respected the elderly and loved the young. Seeing how naive he was, she felt a sense of justice and signed up for the young monk.

Ning Ning was not very interested in the small classes. She preferred to wander around the Fanyin Temple freely rather than being locked up in the main hall for days and nights.

Pei Ji happened to be too lazy to attend, so the two of them hit it off and wandered around the Dharma discussion platform.

He Zhizhou and Lin Xun loved to join in the fun and looked through all the courses. When Ning Ning asked him which course he had decided on, He Zhizhou smiled and pointed to an old monk not far away.

Ning Ning raised her eyes and glanced at the dark gold small characters on the side of the man. She was shocked at a quick glance.

Good guy, there are four big characters written on it: [Uniform Temptation].

*

Although Fanyin Temple is called a "temple", it actually covers a very large area and is far more than the size

of a temple. The towering mountains and steep peaks in all directions are all included in it. It is far from possible to visit them all in just one day. Ningning took Pei Ji's injury into consideration and did not go to the colder mountains. She only wandered around the temple. When they returned to the temple, it was already dusk.

Unexpectedly, the two had just walked a few steps forward along the temple gate when they actually saw He Zhizhou and Lin Xun in a small courtyard not far away.

Ningning was very interested in their little lesson, and pulled Pei Ji forward curiously. When she saw the scene in the courtyard, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

There were quite a lot of people attending this small class, all of them were Buddhist practitioners. The only lay people were He Zhizhou and Lin Xun.

It was very cold in the yard, but everyone took off their coats and held a sutra in their hands.

The Buddhist practitioners were all concentrating and frowning, and some of them were even naked. They gathered energy in their dantian and chanted sutras with full force from their throats, which were deafening.

Compared with them, He Zhizhou and Lin Xun were like two skinny little chicks.

The two of them huddled side by side in a cold corner, their eyes and eyebrows were full of confusion, and they kept shivering because of the cold. While trembling, he had to pitifully open the Buddhist scriptures in his hands and recite familiar phrases: "Gate gate, paragate, parasamgate..."

The scene here was horrible, but in the middle of the courtyard, there sat an old monk with a smile on his face, and Mingkong, who also had a happy face.

In front of the two monks, there was a steaming stove.

"Master, it is indeed a stove that nurtures spiritual fire. It is so comfortable and reassuring."

Mingkong raised his hand and stuffed a snack into his mouth, revealing an extremely compassionate smile from the corner of his mouth: "The snack melts in the mouth, and the stove fire warms the heart. It's so good in winter."

The old monk also smiled, and raised his head gently to the corner: "Does anyone want to have a bite? It's sweet and sticky. If you come, you can also feel the temperature of the stove fire. How nice."

Ningning was stunned.

What is murderous and heartbreaking.

——It turns out that in [Uniform Temptation], the so-called "uniform" is not a noun, but a verb!

Look at He Zhizhou and Lin Xun again.

Both of them were so angry that they barked like dogs, but they could do nothing about it. They were like two hollowed-out corpses. When they looked up and looked into her eyes, their eyes were filled with tears.

It was so pitiful.

Especially Xiao Bailong, who knew nothing about everything and was dragged to this class by He Zhizhou.

Ningning felt sad and left the courtyard quietly with Pei Ji.

It was almost evening now, and many classes had ended their teaching for the whole day. She deliberately looked for Zheng Weiqi in the crowd. After some twists and turns, she finally saw the senior sister at the main entrance of the hall.

Zheng Weiqi's meditation had ended. For some reason, when Senior Sister Zheng walked on the road with a blank expression, she looked not like a swordsman, but like a homeless ghost.

Ningning felt something was wrong and tentatively called out, "Senior Sister Zheng?"

Seeing that she turned her head away in shock, she added, "How are you doing?"

Zheng Weiqi looked at her dimly, her dark pupils like a pair of eerie bottomless pits, which made Ningning's back cold.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

In a moment, Senior Sister smiled, and the corners of her mouth twitched and raised a slight arc.

Ningning saw her reach into the storage bag, take out a handful of fine sand and throw it forward against the wind, her head and face were covered with sand, and she laughed against the wind.

Zheng Weiqi immediately carried a banner, poured tea with a pot in her left hand and a cup in her right hand, and let the hot water pour on her hands. Finally, she took out a scorpion and stung her arm. Zheng Weiqi

laughed wildly: "Is the banner moving or should I learn to let go when it is full? If you want to pollute pure things, or want to frame people with innocent thoughts, the sin will hurt yourself instead. Stinging people is its nature, and compassion is my nature. My nature will not change because of its nature - hehe hahaha!"

Ningning: ...

Ningning's eyes are getting sharper and sharper.

Help! Sister Zheng is crazy!

*

This Fanyin Temple is unbearable to stay in.

There were small classes the next day. He Zhizhou, Lin Xun and Zheng Weiqi were deeply affected. After returning, they were as sad as if they had lost their lives. After some discussion, they decided to go to the forum immediately and cancel their names on the registration form.

"He asked me to memorize a hundred Buddhist philosophy stories within the time of one stick of incense."

Zheng Weiqi walked to the Dharma Forum and complained sadly, "Is this something a human can do? No! The most incredible thing is that several Buddhist practitioners actually memorized them!"

"How could this happen?"

He Zhizhou's eyes were dull, "I thought this was a small class with a dozen monks in robes dancing around me, and I would be able to resist the temptation... Why did this happen?"

Lin Xun was shivering in the cold wind, "Wuwuwu..."

"So," Ning Ning asked cautiously as they were about to reach the forum, "Are you really planning to destroy the name secretly?"

Zheng Weiqi vowed, "There are so many people in a small class, even if one or two of them disappear, it will not attract attention - the only thing we have to be careful about is that our actions tonight must not be noticed."

So in order to ensure safety, Ning Ning and Pei Ji were arranged at the two entrances of the forum, standing still and keeping watch.

In the cold winter night, everything seemed particularly lonely and deserted. A round moon cast a white glow, like water flowing on the snow.

Ning Ning was looking around with full concentration, and without any warning, she felt a sudden spiritual power.

This spiritual power was gentle and deep, like a majestic green mountain standing quietly. She felt something was wrong, and quickly used voice transmission to warn the people inside, but she didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking, a rush of wind passed by her ears.

"It's so late, what are you doing here, young donor? You look around, are you looking for someone?" The

gentle young man's voice was as clear as snow. Ningning looked up and saw a monk with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. As

he spoke, his eyes turned slightly, passing Ningning, and looked directly at the three shadows standing in the Dharma discussion platform: "Or are they deliberately doing something else...bad?"

This person came silently and appeared beside her in almost an instant. He must have a very deep cultivation.

Sure enough, the next moment after she realized it, Ning Ning heard his polite voice: "Poor monk Jiru."

It turned out to be Elder Jiru of Fanyin Temple.

Being caught doing something bad by the host, the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"I, I was--"

If they said they were taking a walk, they would separate and disperse. Zheng Weiqi and others were still standing in front of the list in a sneaky way. If they explained it this way, it would only increase suspicion.

Ning Ning really couldn't think of a reason, so she could only stammer and delay time, racking her brains to make up an excuse. At this moment, Pei Ji's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

He whispered: "I found them."

What? Found who? Who is going to be found?

Ning Ning couldn't figure out the logic behind this sentence, so she could only nod blankly in agreement with his meaning, and then listened to Pei Ji continue: "You have to be mentally prepared, they are not the same as usual."

He paused and emphasized: "After all, they are...sleepwalking."

Ning Ning was stunned.

Pei Ji actually said something very extraordinary in a serious manner!

As soon as this sentence fell, not only was Elder Ji Ru stunned, but the other three people on the platform were also stunned, and they exchanged glances with each other hurriedly.

He Zhizhou: "Sleepwalking?"

Lin Xun: "Is it possible?"

Zheng Weiqi: "He said so, we can only do it - wait, who among us knows what sleepwalking is?"

He Zhizhou: "Watch me!"

The new snow reflected the moonlight, and there was a very brief silence. In the boundless night, Ji Ru clearly saw that a certain figure on the Dharma platform moved slowly.

It was standing and squirming.

The moonlight wet the man's face, and he saw the appearance of the young swordsman. His

face was pale, his expression was vague, and his eyes were half open and half closed, revealing only a small slit. Looking through the slit, he could see the wildly rolling eyes and crazy eyeballs.

Then the moonlight dimmed, and three bodies suddenly rose up, all with their necks and arms hanging down, and began to move slowly and stiffly. The scene was very weird, and the Miao village had to call them brothers when they saw them.

Especially the young man who rolled his eyes, his condition became worse and worse, his mouth and eyes were crooked, and he had already started to grind his teeth.

Looking at He Zhizhou's appearance, Ning Ning thought of the mastermind in the history textbook at an inappropriate time.

"This..."

Ji Ru was silent for a moment: "Is this sleepwalking?"

He still had the last word stuck in his throat when he saw He Zhizhou getting closer and closer, walking like a zombie while muttering devilish whispers: "Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus..."

This is a very normal periodic table, but Ji Ru knew nothing about it.

He just thought it was so weird and scary. The things this person said in his sleep were like spells left over from ancient times, which made people completely incomprehensible!

"Elder Ji Ru."

Pei Ji said in a very light tone: "My sect disciples often sleepwalk collectively. Do you want me to wake them up?"

Ji Ru had a complicated expression.

Ji Ru: "It's better not to do it, right? I heard that you can't wake up in the middle of sleepwalking... Or, let's do it quietly?"

He paused, and then hesitantly said: "I didn't expect the pressure on the disciples of Xuanxu Sword Sect would be so great. How could a healthy child get such a disease?"

Pei Ji remained silent for a long time, then pointed to the plum blossoms beside him.

Ji Ru suddenly realized: "Oh! Are you trying to say that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and you have practiced swordsmanship and sought the truth for many years, so you must endure such hardships?"

Pei Ji shook his head and pointed to He Zhizhou and Lin Xun not far away: "Sword cultivators."

Then he looked at the plum branches drooping in front of him: "No money (in front of the plum blossoms)."

Ning Ning said "Wow" in her heart.

Pei Ji, you are so good at drawing inferences from one instance!