This old monk was about to die, and seemed to be no different from an ordinary old man. Even his arrival was in Liu Xiu's senses, but Liu Xiu felt a dangerous aura in him!

This kind of danger does not mean a crisis or a threat. It is like ordinary people who see the gun on the body of "Uncle" and know that the thing is dangerous, but it is safe when it is not directed to themselves.

Since leaving the mountains, Liu Xiu has had this feeling in the second person besides his neighbor.

This old monk is not simple!

Faced with Liu Xiu's question that broke the casserole to the end, he pondered for a moment and smiled: "Then let's defeat him!"

"Uh..." Liu Xiu was stunned, but unexpectedly got such an answer.

To be honest, looking around, all the monks are so thin and malnourished, especially this old monk, who is in a posture that the wind can blow down, and actually says such a domineering sentence. The contrast is too great.

The old monk smiled faintly and said, "Mencius does not practice murderous martial arts, but they also have the means to subdue demons. Why not, lay Buddhists do this? Why should they be attached to the surface?"

When he heard this meaningful sentence, he thought of himself, Liu Xiu suddenly realized and understood.

These monks are "real" practitioners. Looking at themselves, who says that the power of self-protection can only be obtained by "practice of martial arts"?

"In life, you can get good results in sowing good causes, blessed by heaven and earth, and blessed by merit, why fear external demons, inner demons?" The old monk smiled indifferently, and the clouds were as light as the Buddha picked up a flower, and then turned around and walked away.

At that moment, Liu Xiu seemed to see a peaceful golden light flashing by the old monk. It was like a Buddha who was in the dust, and it was sacred and inviolable. His body, which was about to die, became taller, making people feel unpredictable.

This is the master!

Liu Xiu murmured in his heart. Looking at the old monk's back, the feeling was just fleeting. When he saw that the other party was still the old man who was about to die, he seemed to have an illusion before.

Liu Xiu once heard the saying that "the benevolent is invincible", which was fully reflected in the old monk. A true master of virtue does not hold on to war, but his words and deeds are majestic, which makes people convinced.

After reacting, Liu Xiu guessed that the old monk showed up because of his arrival, and confirmed that he was not a person with evil thoughts and left.

Looking at the quiet temple on the mountain, Liu Xiu guessed, how many people are there like the old monk here?

"Live Master, lay Buddhist? I remember your question. If someone refuses to hand over the weapons and insists on breaking in, I promise, just like them..." At this time, the young monk who had asked Liu Xiu before called him and pointed at a distance and said.

Liu Xiu looked back at him and asked in surprise: "What?"

"It's them, those fellows who farmed, who had also come to cause trouble, and then they were inspired to become monks and monks. They need to practice Buddhism and do good deeds to resolve evil thoughts in their hearts. In the end, they can only return to secular life and leave after being recognized by a hundred people." The young monk pointed to the thin monks who were farming the land and said.

Effect?

Liu Xiu looked at the little monk for a moment and thought to himself, do you have any misunderstandings about where you are?

Well, the word influence is used well.

"Who is that master just now?" Liu Xiu, the monk who was a farming land, asked a little.

The little monk was confused and looked at Liu Xiu and asked in confusion: "Master? What kind of master?"

"You didn't see it... Well, nothing, that, little master, can I go up and take a look?" Liu Xiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the mountain and asked with a change of topic.

Didn’t the young monk see the old monk before?

"Of course, the layman invites you," said the young monk in a gesture of invitation.

Liu Xiu nodded and said goodbye to the young monk and headed up the mountain. While observing the surrounding scenery, he was thinking about things. The old monk was definitely not simple before. Did he appear because of his arrival or something else?

Touching the scales given by the neighbors when he left the mountain, Liu Xiu felt thoughtful. If he had just arrived simply, would he still appear?

Youdao is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door without doing anything bad. Although this place seems to be as simple as an ordinary temple now, and even has a bit of a profound and unfathomable taste, Liu Xiu asked himself that he was not a person with bad intentions, so he climbed up the stairs calmly.

On the way, Liu Xiu stopped a little and there was a three-meter-high bluestone on the side of the road, with the three words "Baiyun Temple" engraved above.

After a little observation, those three words have been around for a long time. The moss on the stone seems to be often taken care of, showing the vicissitudes of life.

After stopping a little, Liu Xiu continued to move upwards. Apart from tourists, there were also more monks along the way. The monks were still thin and thin in gray cloth gowns, with no luxurious decorations on their bodies, and their faces were calm and calm. The feeling of poverty was definitely not pretended.

When you reach the top of the mountain, there is a large stone flat ground. There is a hall in front of you. More buildings can be seen vaguely deeper. However, all the buildings you see give Liu Xiu a sense of vicissitudes of time. There are traces of repair, but it does not appear abrupt.

The hall in front is three meters high, not as majestic as imagined. Through the gate, you can vaguely see a statue in the hall, and tourists come in and out to kneel and pray for blessings and wishes.

Whenever someone kneels down at the statue, there are monks beating the bowl beside him, and the sound is swaying, quiet and peaceful.

Following the tourists stepping into the hall, Liu Xiu looked forward and saw that there was only a statue enshrined here. The statue was only as tall as ordinary people, without luxurious decorations, and carved from ordinary stones.

The statue carved an elderly monk with a smile on his face, compassionate and peaceful, carrying a medicine basket and an unknown herb in his hand, as if he was performing the treatment of illness and saving lives.

Seeing this, Liu Xiu guessed that the legendary monk who cured diseases and saved people might be worshipped here.

No matter whether the legend is true or false, those who are great virtues deserve respect. When it was Liu Xiu's turn, he also worshiped him, not the stone statue, but the spirit of selfless dedication.

After worshiping, Liu Xiu threw in more than ten gold coins of incense and oil money without any trace. More than ten gold coins are no longer small amounts. If this temple was a kind of fraud, Liu Xiu would not have thrown in a single copper coin. But from the knowledge along the way, Liu Xiu knew that the temple would use most of the incense and oil money he obtained to do good deeds to help others, and this was also a disguised way to do good deeds.

In Liu Xiu's memory, most so-called temples used to find ways to make money, and they even closed the door to collect tickets. They were all full of fat and looked like monks.

After worshiping, Liu Xiu stood up and walked to the side so as not to block the people behind him.

There was an old monk next to him. Liu Xiu stepped forward and asked, "The master is polite. Do you only worship this Buddha statue in Baiyun Temple?"

"It's true." The old monk clasped his hands together and then said: "The Venerable Baiyun once traveled here to cure diseases and save people. He was so tired that he sat here. Such great masters should be worshipped by incense."

Liu Xiu nodded, returned the gift and walked away and asked no more questions. At this time, he roughly understood that at least in this temple, people believed in not the illusory Buddha, but the real people. To put it more accurately, they did not worship the so-called Venerable Baiyun, but the spirit of sacrificing themselves for others.

There is no promotion, no publicity, no blind worship, everything is real, plain and natural.

Going out of the side door of the hall, Liu Xiu wandered around in the Baiyun Temple. He saw everything he saw. There were no warriors coming and going, no buildings with carved beams and painted buildings, only thin monks were busy sweeping and busy, and only the simple buildings stood quietly.

Finally, Liu Xiu came under the thirty-three-story white tower, with the foundation of the tower being twenty feet wide, and went upwards one by one straight into the sky.

When Liu Xiu saw this white tower, he felt a little moved because the tower was not made of white stones, but was carved from a complete white stone!

What shocked Liu Xiu the most was that this white tower was not carved from a huge stone in its original place. Judging from the surrounding environment, it seemed to have come from elsewhere.

How heavy is the thirty-third-story white tower? It is Liu Xiu's current physique. He asked himself that he could not move the white tower here from elsewhere to place it intact!

Well, he doesn't know whether he can bear it or not. He hasn't tried it, probably won't work...

Just when Liu Xiu was shocked, a young man who looked like a scholar whispered to his companions to explain the origin of the White Tower to his companions. He said: "It is rumored that there was no white tower here originally. In history, those who were saved by Venerable Baiyun raised money to build the tower that was only three stories high, and it has been destroyed in history. A thousand years ago, a martial arts master with a shocking cultivation passed by here. He heard of Venerable Baiyun's kindness and felt something. So he went to the distance to split the mountain into a stone, cut the stone into a tower, and brought it here to place to pay tribute to Venerable Baiyun, which gave us the thirty-three-story white tower we see now."

"So that's it. How powerful is the martial arts master who created this white tower?" Hearing the scholar's explanation, the others exclaimed.

The scholar said again: "I don't know this. After all, I'm not a warrior, but do you know Yijian Gorge? The rumors of Baili Chang Gorge were all cut by a swordsman in history. I think the people who built this white tower are not much taller, let me tell you, the rumors of this tower were cut by someone with a knife. I heard that it contains the swordsman's intention. Someone once saw this white tower to understand a set of swordsman's swordsmanship... In short, this white tower is more than just a tower. Promise, look at the people dressed by the warriors over there. They stay here for many years, hoping to understand it one day on the white tower..."

Although he heard this by chance, Liu Xiu subconsciously and carefully observed the white tower after hearing it. Not to mention, he really saw it as a little famous.
Chapter completed!