While the monk on the bed was still dreaming, a monk was already running around the mountain path with a bucket of water. When he poured the load of water on his shoulder into the water tank, how much was lifted from the stream, how many he poured into the water tank, not a drop or a drop. After the water tank was full, he began to cook porridge. When the sleepy monks were still yawning, he had already gone out with a broom made of bamboo branches.

Lun Wuxu never felt how wronged he was to do all this. He felt that there was an indescribable peace to be able to stand in this Buddhist place again. Since the background left his hometown and led the iron cow to travel to the Central Plains, he had been trying to find a place of peace. Perhaps because of his desire to see Xiao Honglei again in the Central Plains, the famous mountains and temples in the Central Plains did not retain his turbulent heart. It was only after he really sneaked into the Red Shirt Sect that he realized some things that he had not figured out in the past many years. He had been living in the dream he had transformed into. She already had many men, and she no longer needed him.

After leaving the Red Shirt Sect, Lun Wuxu gradually became relieved. He took Tie Niu and walked around. When he walked to Yangzhumei City, he found that there was no trace of her in his mind, so he and Tie Niu stopped and looked up and saw three high towers standing in the air soaring into the sky. He felt that he had a destiny with them. After settling Tie Niu, he quietly went to this temple to be an old monk responsible for carrying water, cooking, and sweeping the floor.

Chongsheng Temple is much more magnificent than the ruined temple of the Western Yi, and it is even more because after the previous generations of Duan's emperors became monks and passed away, it made the place more emperorly.

Because he got up early, Lun Wuxu could always see some people and things that other monks could not see. At some point, a group of special officers and soldiers came to the foot of the mountain. They kept digging stones at the foot of the mountain day and night. After the stream that originally drank water turned into yellow soup, Lun Wuxu lost the opportunity to carry water there, and it was artificially marked as a forbidden area. Lun Wuxu originally wanted to find out at night, but the other party was guarding it tightly day and night. He had no chance to get close at all, let alone find out the secrets of these people.

There is a special monk in Chongsheng Temple. Ordinary people don’t even have the chance to meet him. Maybe he thinks that there are always people who want to harm him, so he never stays in one place for two consecutive nights. His Dharma name is Xiukong, and before he becomes a monk, he is called Duan Zhengchun, or even the emperor of Dali Kingdom.

Xiukong never scoops food with Lun Wuxu in the same pot. The food he ate was always prepared separately. I heard that there was meat in the food he ate. Lun Wuxu first thought of whether this monk named Xiukong came to practice Zen or to take refuge? Since one morning, he ran into several masked women in black in black at a side door in Chongsheng Temple, and was led out of the temple by several men with wide arms and round waists. Lun Wuxu then realized that Xiukong was a fake monk who did not cultivate himself or even did not cultivate his mind. He remembered that Xiukong lived in that yard every night.

Lun Wuxu remembered that after returning to the kitchen that day, the monk from the head of the monk secretly gave him a ingot of silver and called him to do whatever he wanted. Although the other party did not clearly point out what Lun Wuxu should do, it made people think of some idea of ​​breaking the precepts. The ingot of silver is very valuable. For a monk who is used to hardship, it is enough for dozens of monks to spend a month. There is a prerequisite for enjoying all this. The other party was both tempted and coerced, and the condition proposed was: in the future, he pretended not to see those things in cultivation, turned a blind eye, and wanted to continue to stay in the temple to have some food. Then Lun Wuxu must be a human being with his tail.

Perhaps he found Lun Wuxu was quite conscious. Later, people who came into the side door became more and more diverse, including men, women, merchants, officials, and even royal relatives. Lun Wuxu was extremely eye-catching. The true identity of these people did not escape the eyes of him, a monk who swept the floor. They seemed to have come to ask Xiukong to come out of the mountain. I heard that his son Duan Heyu was almost breaking the way for these people, just because they had less land, less houses, less money, and less women. Lun Wuxu scoffed at these people. They pulled off a jade pendant on them, which was enough to support the monks in this temple for a year. As long as these greedy people can increase their income and reduce expenditure, the coins they have accumulated should be enough to eat and drink for the rest of their lives.

What surprised Lun Wuxu the most was that no matter how others persuaded Xiukong to go out of the temple and go down the mountain to take charge of the overall situation, he seemed to be unmoved. When Lun Wuxu once deliberately tried to walk into the Dharma Guardian Hall to clean up the dust on the Buddha's niche, he was ruthlessly bombarded by two monks hiding in the dark. The kind of ferocity shown in the eyes of the two seemed to have nothing to do with the monks. Buwei's weak men hid deep internal strength. Lun Wuxu dared to conclude that there must be something hidden in that place, and it was very important to Xiukong. It was so important that Lun Wuxu felt that there were too many fake monks hidden in the dark that they could not imagine. Out of an instinct, Lun Wuxu naturally linked these fake monks with the officers and soldiers he had met at the foot of the mountain. The abdicated emperor seemed to have made some moves long ago. The reason why he pretended to reject those people from outside was just to cover up his eyes and hit it with one blow.

Tie Niu came up the mountain today. I heard that he was also bringing a young wife who was about to marry him. When he was just trying to hand over the ill-gotten fortune to Tie Niu, he saw the old friend who had never recognized at first sight in the pavilion outside the temple. His original state of mind, Gu Jing Wubo, had the urge to escape from all this again, and his heart began to stir up again. He actually minded that she was now so unrestrained and no longer pure. He felt that she had left a stain on his memories, and his only beautiful memory was slowly being pulled away from his mind like silk.

Lun Wuxu asked sadly: "How could you end up like this now?"

"Isn't it like the Buddhist principles you believe in, the cycle of cause and effect, will evil be rewarded?"

"I went to the Red Shirt Teaching to find you. When I saw every bit of you, everything was my fault. Don't be slandering yourself."

"I'm afraid I won't have such a chance in the future. I've become a useless person now and probably won't have a few years to live. I'm here this time just to help someone in the face of our relationship. This person has heard that you can still talk to him."

"Then I will do my best." Lun Wuxu struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally asked a very serious and embarrassing question: "Is Song Ningxue our daughter?"

"No." Xiao Honglei answered firmly.
Chapter completed!