One hundred miles east of the eastern capital Luoyang, Songshan Shaolin Temple.

At the Xitai Relic Tower, a Buddha's light suddenly soared into the sky.

Release put down the stone lock as big as a millstone in his hand, wiped the sweat from his face with his forearm, and looked up at the direction of the relic tower like other monks.

Three months after he returned to the temple, he was officially awarded the name of Arhat monk by the Martial Monk Academy, but what he did was not much different from before. He tempered his muscles and bones every day, recited Buddha's name and scriptures, and understood the principles of Lingshan and nature.

Relieve and feel excited.

This majestic Buddha power as powerful as the sea... is a Bodhisattva.

He strode to the Xitai Relic Tower, where many monks gathered, all looking up at the tower, and a blurry golden Buddha shadow appeared in front of the tower.

The Buddha's shadow lasted for half a quarter of an hour before disappearing.

A thin figure slowly turned around under the tower, revealing a kind-eyed and fluttering face: "All disciples, each of them practiced their own."

The monks scattered.

This old man is the director of the Shaolin Temple Martial Monk Academy and Master Fujue.

Relieving his hands closed: "Uncle Master, I wonder which Bodhisattva appeared?"

The old monk smiled without saying a word.

I don't understand it if I feel relieved.

Master Fujue is obviously a martial monk, but he is becoming more and more like a monk who is a monk who is playing puzzles. He is really unhappy.

"What did you say?"

The old monk asked again, as if he didn't hear it clearly.

"Disciple said, Master, I wonder which Bodhisattva appeared?"

"oh……"

Fujue then came to his senses: "It has nothing to do with our temple. It is the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. The Bodhisattva recites sutras and preaches the Buddha, which inspired the Buddha treasures in the relics pagoda."

Relieved a little disappointed.

White Horse Temple is the first of the seven temples, the ancestral temple of Buddhism, and is closest to Lingshan.

In comparison, the history of Shaolin Temple is too young, and its official rise was still the Northern Wei Dynasty more than two hundred years ago. It was first established in the Sui Dynasty. When the Tang Dynasty was founded, Shaolin monks helped to kill demons and eliminate demons, which made it possible to have the status of one of the seven temples today, and it is the youngest temple among the seven temples.

Shaolin's foundation is not as good as that of several other major temples, but because the temple was built soon after, there were no too many restrictions, the temple reform of the monks' entry into the world also started from Shaolin.

In addition, Shaolin cooperated closely with the Tang Dynasty court, and the other five roads and seven temples were unable to interfere.

But it is an indisputable fact that Shaolin Que Bodhisattva is in charge now.

"Uncle Master, that is the Buddha's light of the Bodhisattva. My disciple is now an Arhat monk, and he can sense it..."

Relieve his eyes and doubt.

"You have never been able to feel it." Fu Jue narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Your Arhat's golden body is very early, but it has only been protected by Arhat's golden body so far. Buddhist practice emphasizes the word "enlightenment."

"If you can't understand it, no matter how much you say it, it will be in vain. If you can understand it, you can understand the Buddhist principles without saying a word, and you can see the Lingshan Mountain."

Relieved to scratch his head: "I just feel that there is a powerful force coming from the west to the south..."

"Huh? Can you feel it?"

The old monk opened his half-closed eyes slightly: "Tell me, what else have you sensed?"

"No more, my disciples only have a moment of palpitations."

The old monk asked, "Who has the golden body of arhat you have obtained? Have you not known the real name of the Dharma name?"

“Not yet.”

"pity."

Fu Jue touched his gray beard: "That is the sword energy of the sword saint Mr. Pei, which rose from Chang'an to outside Longhu Mountain. It was protecting his disciple Shen Ju, warning the monks of Longhu Mountain..."

Relieving and solemn: "The Sword Saint is actually in Chang'an? Didn't he say he has lived in seclusion for many years?"

"The great hidden place in the court, and the most suitable swordsman for the reclusive residence of the Sword Saint is the Daming Palace."

"Palace?"

"Mr. Pei is the imperial teacher, so it is normal to teach His Majesty the sword skills today.

Fujue suddenly said: "The battle with Longhu Mountain in Qingcheng will begin in half a month. You will go down the mountain today and watch the ceremony in the name of Shaolin Martial Monks' Academy. Remember to see it clearly."

Shu Ran suddenly said excitedly: "Disciple is going to set off now!"

"Don't get involved, remember."

"Disciple remember."

"But if someone else deliberately takes action, you don't have to be polite, and you'll beat me up with the style of a Shaolin monk."

"Uncle Master, should you fight me?"

"When it's time to fight! Stupid!"

...

Outside the eastern capital Luoyang City.

The temple of White Horse Temple is majestic, with thousands of monks. Monks go to the hall to recite scriptures on time every morning and evening. Today, the moon is white and the wind is clear at night. The bells are hit in the hall and the bells are rumbling and the Buddha is chanting. The bells are floating melodiously, and they hear it for miles away.

In the Heavenly King Hall, several elderly monks closed their eyes and practiced meditation, one of them was particularly eye-catching.

The boy was wearing a red cassock and sat cross-legged on the ground, dozing off.

Suddenly he raised his head and opened his eyes. His eyes were lively, but he looked puzzled.

Several monks opened their eyes together.

One of the monks said respectfully: "What did the Bodhisattva see?"

The young man thought: "After the sword energy of the sword saint Pei Min, not far from the west, there is the treasure light of the East Jingliuli World."

The monks looked solemn.

"I don't know if it is the Sun Yao Bodhisattva or the Yue Jing Bodhisattva..." The young man waved his palm-leaf fan in his hand: "It may also be the appearance of the Medicine Buddha."

A group of monks in the hall looked at each other speechlessly.

The Buddha appears? Can you just say this kind of thing...

One of the old monks said: "Not far to the west is Shaolin Temple."

The monks fell silent.

The monk whispered, "I don't know what the Bodhisattva's will do?"

"What should you do, it's not a problem. One more Bodhisattva and one more Buddha are all good things."

The young man smiled and said, "In the Tushita Tian Nei Courtyard, I don't know which Bodhisattvas want to replenish their lives."

He stood up from the cushion and yawned: "I should go down the mountain to find the Buddha's fate. Maybe I will go and see the battle between Longhu Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain later. If the time is right, I will come back, so don't miss me."

The boy waved his palm fan in his hand and stepped into the void and disappeared.

After he disappeared completely, one of the monks spoke for a long time: "Senior brothers, is Maitreya Bodhisattva going to see the battle?"

No one can answer.

Since the reincarnation of Maitreya Bodhisattva, every move is unpredictable.

...

Kyoto Chang'an, Daming Palace.

In the spacious lobby, the two of them sat opposite each other, with a chessboard in front of them.

On his left hand is a middle-aged man in purple clothes. He has a full heaven, his eyes are powerful without anger, and his move is calm.

The man in purple said, "Mr. Pei is rash, so I will take it without hesitation."

The man on the right is wearing a white dress, looking in his thirties, with his sword eyebrows as picturesque, but his eyes are quite slender.

He smiled casually: "Your Majesty's chess skills are becoming more and more exquisite, which is a blessing for the Tang Dynasty."

"The way of playing chess cannot be used to govern the country."

The man in purple shook his head: "If you regard everyone as a chess piece, and fall into the art and become deserted, you will lose your heart. Only by treating it as your own, accepting all rivers, gathering the talents of the world for the use of the Tang Dynasty, and performing their own duties, can you inspire the unity of all people and the hearts of the people, and the Tang Dynasty will not fall."

Pei Min nodded slightly.

It is precisely because of such a monarch who is very wise and righteous that he can wipe out the decline of the previous dynasty and create the prosperous Tang Dynasty today.

"Mr. Pei's sword is to hit Longhu Mountain?" the young king couldn't help asking.

"No."

Pei Min said: "I just don't want Chen Ju to suffer a loss."

"That's all?"

“That’s it.”
To be continued...