The Qingshi temple is small with no Buddha, a main hall, three side rooms, a kitchen, and an old tree.
The most precious thing is that it is located on the eye of a spiritual vein. The spiritual vein is very small, not to mention the spiritual stones, even the spiritual energy that gushes out every day is intermittent.
If the spiritual vein of a large sect is like a rushing river, then the qi eye is the small pool of water where spring water emerges from the mountains.
It is extremely precious to independent cultivators.
There lived an old monk among them, who was rumored to be a great monk who had established his foundation, and no one dared to offend him. As the old monk lived longer, people gradually speculated that he was a golden elixir.
People had different opinions, but the old monk never took action. He even walked down the mountain to the market to buy things.
I don’t know if these old bones feel tired or not. Each round trip takes a month or so. He is like an ordinary person and rarely flies away.
"Monk Changzang, cultivation level unknown, a great Buddhist monk?"
A mysterious man in a black robe, with his face and figure concealed by some magic weapon, took the jade slip from the intelligence dealer of Tianji Pavilion, with the restriction still retained on it.
"There are only two ways to describe it: the Dharma name and the boundless Dharma. The more you do, the more you go back to the old ways."
The information dealer laughed and said, "This immortal guest, as the saying goes, the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. Although this Master Chang Zang was born in a small sect, he has a close relationship with Li Shengxian, a Taoist from Shangqing Palace. He is a peerless genius who is less than 100 years old and has reached the golden elixir stage. How can this person be simple to be able to be friends with him?"
"As for the lack of information, it's because Master Chang Zang practiced Buddhism diligently and never got involved in karma. This kind of person is not trivial, and our Tianji Pavilion will not rashly get involved in this karma."
When it comes to divination, the Tianji Pavilion is often more arrogant than the Demonic Path. As long as the money can be paid, even a Nascent Soul expert will dare to tell the fortune.
But there are three things that do not count for them: being the best in the world does not count, those who have made great merits do not count, and those who practice asceticism in seclusion do not count.
Monk Changzang is the third party.
Even though his cultivation level might only be Golden Core, Tianji Pavilion would not rashly make divinations for him.
After all, these ascetics often do not go out, but when they do, it will definitely cause a shocking event.
"Too little. I need more information." The mysterious man shook his head, "Help me calculate whether he has a heart of Buddha."
"Buddha's heart?"
The information dealer was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Don't make fun of me. The Buddha's heart has not appeared for thousands of years. Even if there is one, we can't calculate it."
“Does this count?”
The mysterious man took out a Qiankun bag from his black robe, which was filled with spirit stones.
The information dealer weighed it and did not agree: "It is still a bit risky. After all, they are not aggressive and we don't want to harm them."
The mysterious man took out another bag of spirit stones.
"Is it enough?"
"The fairy guest seems to be in a hurry..."
A powerful aura burst out, approaching the peak of the Golden Core, and even the Nascent Soul.
The mysterious man said in a cold voice: "Tianji Pavilion is a businessman. Even if the business fails, we are still friends."
The intelligence dealer immediately broke out in a sweat and quickly put away his greed. He informed his superior and put away the two bags of spirit stones after receiving these.
A few days later, the mysterious man got what he wanted.
Can make the inner demon see the light
"Tsk, was it sniffed out by the dog noses of your Tianji Pavilion?" The mysterious man was quite dissatisfied. The word "inner demon" was actually a warning and deterrence to himself, and it was also a proof of the other party's own ability.
Tianji Pavilion calculated its own troubles.
After turning around and leaving, the mysterious man inquired along the way for a few days and finally learned about the Qingshi Temple from some monks.
Three hundred miles east of the city, you can see a Tusha River. Another thirty miles along the river, you can see a temple.
A temple with Buddha in it is not a temple; a temple can be seen a hundred miles behind the Buddha.
This is the address left by Monk Changzang in the market town.
Because many things are not available all the time, and monks do not always have time to go to the market, and they may miss some special spiritual items after decades of seclusion, so some markets have door-to-door delivery services.
The mysterious man moved and found the river, then flashed to a very popular temple, where there was a ten-foot-tall golden Buddha and a golden arhat guarding it.
As soon as he appeared, the other party noticed his presence.
If her mind had not been clouded and severely injured, she would still have the strength to fight.
The mysterious person bowed slightly and then quickly flew to the direction behind the Buddha statue, and the Arhat obviously didn't want to cause trouble. He just watched her back, then retracted his gaze and sat quietly on the lotus platform.
After walking a hundred miles, I saw a small temple.
An old monk is sweeping fallen leaves.
"Is that him?"
The mysterious man looked down at the aging monk below. He had a reserved temperament and was ordinary, with only the Golden Core cultivation level.
No matter from which angle you look at him, he doesn't seem to be a virtuous monk. If you want to resolve your inner demons, you might as well go find that arhat.
But now that I'm here, I might as well go down and take a look.
She walked up the narrow mountain road. The road was very flat, paved with bluestones, without any trace of magic. And this small temple obviously couldn't invite anyone, so it was probably paved by the old monk.
I heard that he never flies when he travels.
When I arrived in front of the temple, I saw through the door that there was not even a clay sculpture in the small temple.
The old monk also noticed her and asked kindly, "Lady donor, what brings you to my small temple in the mountains?"
The word "female donor" made the mysterious man feel more confident that this old monk who was only in the Jindan stage could actually see through his disguise.
"Master, can you accept pilgrims?"
"If there is no Buddha in the temple, how can there be pilgrims?"
"Then Master, can you accept nuns?"
"Have you ever seen a female donor accepting women in a Buddhist temple? Wouldn't that be breaking the precepts?"
The mysterious man took out another bag of spirit stones and smashed it on the ground. With a clang, the ground shook slightly and a small pile of spirit stones rolled out of the bag. For a moment, the spiritual energy of this small hill vaguely increased a few points.
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