Jutong Temple originated from the Wei and Jin Dynasties and flourished during the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

To this day, it has become a little declining.

Although the incense is still quite strong, the disciples of the temple have reached a point where they are incomparable.

If there is no successor, it will take a hundred years. Once the older generation of monks are transformed into a state of destruction, hundreds of years of foundation will turn into a bubble.

Recently, there are more monks who are traveling to orders in the temple, all of whom are monks with true energy.

Others don’t know that Monk Wuliang, as the master of the Luohan Hall, could not know that these are all spies sent from other large temples around them, with the purpose of inquiring about the reality of Jutong Temple.

On this day, Monk Wuliang bought it from the bottom of the mountain and returned to the mountain, but smelled the smell of fireworks in the forest.

"It seems that there is a young monk who can't stand the rules and regulations, secretly playing wild game." Monk Wuliang thought to himself.

Originally, he was a dignified Arhat and the Lord of the Arhat would not have taken care of himself, just pretending that he had not discovered it.

But there was a hint of sweetness in the scent that floated over. You could detect two kinds of toxins mixed in it with a little discernment.

"Which disciple of this class has not even passed the most basic poison." Thinking of this in my heart, Monk Wuliang's true energy was circulating under his feet, and he was already looking for the direction where the fragrance came.

Surprisingly, in front of the fire, the one who found that the toad legs and poisonous mushrooms was not the little monk in the temple, but a dirty child. Although his face was covered in dust, he still couldn't hide his eyes. It made people like him at first sight.

"Where did the child come from? Is it ordinary to see the material of his clothes?" Monk Wuliang observed for a while before walking towards the child.

Halfway through, I saw the child about to deliver the half-baked and poisonous mushrooms to his mouth, so I stopped hesitating.

Take a quick step and grab the child's arm with your hands: "The mushroom is poisonous, don't let the little donor enter it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed the next moment.

As a Buddhist monk equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm, Monk Wuliang has lived for seventy or eighty years. Although his cultivation is not outstanding, there are many various means of various miscellaneous methods.

Bone touching is one of them.

As soon as he grabbed the child's arm, he knew that the child in front of him was not simple.

Having excellent potential, if you accept it as a disciple and carefully train it, it can completely replace him.

Of course, although Monk Wuliang knows how to touch bones, he has not opened the Buddhist wise eyes and cannot tell that Chu He's body is an extremely rare lotus treasure body for Buddhism.

Even so, he developed a love for talent.

He first took away the toad legs and poisonous mushrooms from Chu He's hand, took out two big cakes from his backpack and handed them to Chu He.

I watched the child in front of me eat voraciously, and even choked.

Monk Wuliang hurriedly handed the kettle and continued to look carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt liked it.

Then he began to ask about the origin of Chu He.

"Is there still my father and brother at home, but I just run away from home by naughtyness? In this case, it would be a bit troublesome... But such a good seedling gave up like this and was not willing to... Amitabha, I actually had the thought of greed and anger, sin, sin." Monk Wuliang showed a look of entanglement on his face.

If you are an orphan who is without a father or mother, you will be admitted to the temple and trained slowly as a novice monk. When you reach a certain age, you will be formally slaughtered.

But if you have family members here, it would be inappropriate to do this.

It is also very bad to force people to pass on to Buddhism.

I won’t mention how those bulls will promote it. I’m afraid that they are both Buddhist disciples, but they can’t stand other temples that are good at Jutong Temple, and will be full of rumors and spread some not-so-good rumors.

Looking at the child in front of me, he fumbled on the other person's shoulders and waist again. With the true energy, he could see that all the meridians were open and the meridians were thick and powerful. The thoughts in his heart grew like weeds again.

"Little donor, since he left home alone, can he have a place to go?" asked Monk Wuliang again.

Chu Hetianzhen said: "I heard from the fortune teller opposite our family that there are gods who can fly in the clouds and mist in the mountains. I want to become a disciple and learn magic."

When Monk Wuliang heard this, he felt happy.

If you have the heart to practice, you will have room for persuasion.

No matter what the child’s family is, if such a good seedling is let go, I am afraid that even the Buddha will blame him.

"Since that's the case, how about following me to go up the mountain? I'm teaching you the ability to fly the clouds and fog." Monk Wuliang said as he used a bright light technique in his hand, and suddenly the golden light flashed, and the Buddha's shadow was circling faintly, which was very dazzling. This was a spell used for lighting, and there was no other use.

Of course, in the eyes of Monk Wuliang, it is enough to attract a child.

Sure enough, the child clapped his hands and said, "Okay! OK! OK! Grandpa Monk! I will follow you, I will follow you, you will teach me magic!"

"I want it, I want to fly, swish~!"

Monk Wuliang nodded with satisfaction, pulled Chu He's arm, and then rushed up step by step, stepping on the clouds and mist, flying towards the temple on the top of the mountain.

Standing in the clouds and mist, Chu He was not only not afraid at all, but was full of surprise and yearning. This kind of good attitude made Monk Wuliang feel a little relieved. He felt that for such a good seedling, it was tolerated that it was a little bit bad for the sake of such a good seedling.

After entering the temple, he informed all the uncles and uncles of the elders' hall and the abbot of the temple, Master Wuhui.

Many bald heads of all sizes gathered together and looked at Chu He with their eyes.

Almost at the same time, several old monks glared at the eyes and suddenly became bright like a light bulb.

"The lotus treasure body is transparent and thorough, with almost no impurities. This is really... God bless me Jutong Temple!" The old elder who has been practicing for nearly a thousand years and is about to decline in the five decays and has entered the cycle of reincarnation, dragging his long beard and looking at Chu He 'greedily', without knowing what thoughts are beating in his mind.

Then, "Tianyou Jutong Temple" almost became the catchphrase of these monks.

Monk Wuliang has no wise eyes, and these monks who have cultivated their souls cannot see them.

"Good seedlings! Good seedlings! Teach them well, and maybe there is a real image of becoming a Buddha and becoming a ancestor. By then, the true Buddhas of my Jutong Temple will be no less than those famous temples in the world, and there will be no more dangers facing today." The abbot Wuhui looked at Chu He, and every old bone was trembling, obviously very excited.

Chu He was a little tired of it.

The eyes of these monks in front of him were like looking at a piece of good fat.

Some people want to be disciples as robe and bowls, this is the kindest type. Some people want to win over and cultivate them as powerful tools in their hands, which is understandable. There are also some people who are about to be stolen and are about to be reincarnated. With Chu He's experience, they can understand at a glance that they are taking over his body or turning him into a cauldron.

This requires good precautions.

"But although there are many monks in front of you, from Nascent Soul to Yuanshen, I have not seen the target person, Monk Xingdian. Is the other party's identity not enough? After all, I only practice Buddhism and do not understand the way of magic cultivation." Chu He's gaze seemed to have turned around aimlessly, thinking in his heart.
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