The road was easier to walk in the morning. Gu Yun took a taxi and took only an hour and a half to reach the foot of Qingliang Mountain.

It took 29 minutes to rush from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain with one breath, and it felt much easier than last time.

Gu Yun found that his body was always "recovering", but it was a bit difficult to explain clearly where the limit of recovery was.

Now his physique should be comparable to that of ordinary athletes.

Of course, Gu Yun also experienced a level far beyond athletes, but that was in his previous dream. Before he was called the "Dude of the Kingdom", he was also known for a period of time as "enemy of thousands of people", "the little overlord of the Northern Region Silver Spear" and so on. It was not a waste of his charge in front of him, and his physical strength was excellent.

But that world is different from this world after all. Gu Yun felt that the peak human state would never be able to have it anymore.

After entering the temple, it was only about eight o'clock. The monks had just finished their morning class and used up their breakfast meal, but there were already many pilgrims at this time.

Gu Yun ran directly to the side hall where he asked for a visa last time, and found the "Jingxin Little Noodlesman". After a few greetings, the Little Noodlesman took Gu Yun to the dormitory.

The monk's dormitory in Qingliang Temple is very distinctive. There is no wall or something outside, but is separated by a dense bamboo forest. There is a small wooden door at the entrance. There is a small pavilion at the entrance, and there is a monk in the pavilion.

Gu Yun remembered that there was no monk here in his dream. It must be that Master Deshan's hope is rising rapidly now, and there are too many people who want to see him, so he had to set up such a "post".

The monk from Zhigu saw Gu Yun and immediately went up to say, "Amitabha, the little donor is the guest the abbot is going to meet today, right?"

Gu Yun nodded and said, "Yes, I made an appointment with the abbot."

The monk from Zhigu immediately looked back and pointed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a table in the pavilion, and said, "Little donor, I don't know if I can give ink. The abbot usually sees the words before seeing people."

Gu Yun was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckled, thinking that this old guy was still the same as in his dream, and he liked to play with elegance.

So he strode to the desk, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and then wrote a line of poems like a dragon.

"The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color."

The signature is "In the early summer of the Gengzi year, Yangmaoshan people were at Qingliang Temple."

The monk from Zhike and the "Jingxin Little Noodlesman" looked at each other curiously, but saw the words flying and phoenix dancing, extremely elegant, with both the charm of Huizong's thin style and the crazy script of Zhang Xu. They couldn't help but change their faces and look horrified.

This word is almost exactly the same as the abbot’s!

Since Master Deshan's thin grass style has been sought after as one of the extremely important contemporary calligraphy styles since it reappeared in the calligraphy world a few years ago, the price in the auction house is almost every year.

Because of this, there have been endless imitators of "slim grass" styles in recent years, but because of their extremely unique running script techniques and few de Shan's personal calligraphy, it is extremely powerful to imitate until 70% or 80% of the image.

However, Gu Yun's calligraphy is at least 95%, and it is even hard to distinguish between true and false for laymen who do not read Deshan's handwriting frequently.

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, the two of them would have never believed that the word was actually written by a high school student.

The monk Zhike couldn't help but ask, "Little donor, who did you learn this calligraphy from?"

Gu Yun smiled but said nothing, thinking that he was afraid that he would not believe it if he told the truth.

Seeing this, the monk Zhike stopped asking more questions and hurriedly took the copybook in.

Not long after, he came back in a hurry and said to Gu Yun, "Donor, the abbot is welcome!"

Gu Yun followed him into the wooden door.

There is a secluded path of stones, and bamboo is planted on both sides of the path. Sometimes, some unknown wild flowers and grasses bloom, blooming with various red, green and yellow flowers, dotted in a piece of green, which looks particularly elegant.

Gu Yun is actually familiar with this place because he has been here many times in his dreams, and even worked as a monk here.

Not long after they walked, they walked through the bamboo forest path, and suddenly they suddenly became clear ahead. It was a neatly arranged in U-shaped dormitory, which was the place where monks lived.

On the clearing ground in the middle of the U-shaped shape, there is an antique pavilion with a plaque on the eaves of the pavilion, which reads three big characters "Yuanxin Pavilion". The font is flying and phoenix dancing, elegant and elegant, and at a glance it is a pen of virtue and kindness.

There is a stone table and five drum-shaped stone benches in the pavilion. The table is spread out on it, which is exactly the poem Gu Yun wrote just now.

De Shan, wearing a gray monk's robe and a thin body, stood in the pavilion. He is over 100 years old this year, with white eyebrows, but he still looks energetic.

This is the oldest "version" of Deshan that Gu Yun has seen.

However, from that old face, Gu Yun could still see the Deshan, who had worked as a bandit, monk, and business partner with him, or Deshan, who had worked as a student, teacher, professor, worker, and educated youth.

In many lifetimes, they have carried guns together, taken a bath together, fed Japanese together, and fought together, and the relationship is naturally extremely deep.

The strong feeling of reunion after a long separation almost made Gu Yun raise his legs and kick his ass, but he thought that he was over 100 years old, and in his territory, doing this might attract eighteen bronze men, so he had to endure it.

However, if you dare not act rashly, it is impossible to make him respectful.

He raised his hand and said hello to Deshan.

"Hello abbot, I'm Gu Yun."

De Shan ran the stern rituals at Gu, but did not speak, but just looked at him with a smile.

Gu Yun sat on the stone bench on his own, then picked up the iron teapot and gave himself a cup of tea, and started drinking it without hesitation.

After drinking, he said, "After so many years, I have only been drinking Chua Pu?"

Deshan laughed and said, "Donor Gu seems to know me very well?"

Gu Yun nodded, "I understand, I understand very much."

Deshan pondered for a moment of thought, and then said, "The little donor knows me so well and can copy my handwriting. I believe someone from my ancestors must know me? I wonder if it is the descendant of an old friend, can you tell me?"

"My father Gu Jianxin, a nouveau riche, my grandfather is a farmer, you don't know him."

Gu Yun poured himself a cup of tea and said, "The reason I write your words is because I learned from you in my dreams. I don't want to learn it, you force me to learn it, saying that I will not starve to death if I have a skill."

After saying that, Gu Yun looked up at Deshan, just wanting to see what his reaction was.

If De Shan comes up and says it is impossible, then there is nothing to ask him. This time I come up and treat it as a visit to an old friend.

Deshan was indeed slightly stunned. After pondering for a while, he smiled and said, "Haha, so I and Xiaoyou Gu are the cause and effect in the dream. No wonder I felt like I was in love when I first saw you."

Gu Yun drank a cup of tea in one sip, and then said seriously, "Do you really believe what I said?"

Deshan laughed again, "You have evidence, but I have no real evidence, but if you believe it, what's wrong?"

Gu Yun nodded, was slightly silent, and then said, "The cause and effect in the dream you just mentioned... I would like to ask, will the cause in the dream really produce results in reality?"

This time, Gu Yun poured a cup of tea for Deshan and handed it to him.

Deok-sun took the tea and took a sip, looking satisfied, and then asked, "Where is the dream?"

"Heart comes from." Gu Yun replied.

"The Buddha said that sow such causes and harvest such results, and everything is created by the mind."

"What you mean is that since dreams are born from the mind and the mind creates cause and effect, then the cause and effect in the dreams are naturally also cause and effect, and will also extend to reality?"

Deok-sun smiled and asked, "Dreams of a ghost, are you afraid of waking up?"

"Fear!" Gu Yun nodded, but then shook his head, "But the cause and effect I'm talking about is not that simple."

"Haha, how complicated is it? Let's listen to it?"
Chapter completed!