At night, when the white peacock was sleeping soundly, the bell of the Thousand Buddha Temple rang to signal the end of the evening the lingering, uniform sounds of wooden fish beating and chanting came to an abrupt end, and the entire Thousand Buddha Temple became noisy to some extent. They were the only three people in Thousand Buddha Temple who did not attend the evening classes, but no one cared. Yin Xiu was not in a hurry to take action when they were attending evening classes and were not in the room, but waited patiently. It was not until the bell rang that he gently placed Ma Xiaoyu's head, which was leaning against him, on the pillow. On the other hand, he put the white peacock's leg that was resting on his face back to its original position. Ma Xiaoyu opened her eyes, sleepily, "Are you leaving?" "almost." Yin Xiu hadn't gotten up yet. He just lay there, looking into her eyes, and said softly, "I have to go and see what the monk Fa Yin is really like." "Can't we just send the Blood Butterfly?" "not enough."

Yin Xiu gently pushed a strand of Ma Xiaoyu's hair behind her ear and said, "There are still many things that I need to confirm in person." "I'll go with you," she whispered. "If it's just one person, you can say they took the wrong path, but if it's two people, it's hard to explain." Yoon Soo smiled and put his hand on her belly again, "Besides, aren't you pregnant?" "Are you saying that I have a belly?" Ma Xiaoyu raised her eyelids. "How could it be possible that I didn't know about this?" Yin Xiu moved his hand a little higher, gently and warmly, "Is it here? But this doesn't look like a belly. Let me confirm it." Ma Xiaoyu held his hand, glanced at the sleeping white peacock, and whispered, "When you come back, I'll let you confirm it again." "Is this a settled agreement?" Yin Xiu couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, "Both sides, but twice." "As many times as you want." Ma Xiaoyu's ears turned red. "But that depends on when you come back. If the rooster crows, we can only wait until next time." "I'll be back as soon as I go." Yin Xiu rolled off the kang and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the shaking window. Ma Xiaoyu lay back on the bed, thinking of the promise she had just made to Yin Xiu. Her face turned red. She didn't know if she was confused or possessed to have made such an agreement. Isn't this unrestrained and a bit dissolute? As a girl, is this a bit too much? However, when she was conflicted, she asked herself and still hoped that Yin Xiu could come back soon. As if sensing Ma Xiaoyu's kindness, Yin Xiu's steps were as fast as flowing fire. With the help of [Taibao Shenxing], he moved between the roofs and tree branches as if it were flat ground. In a flash, he had already jumped a long way and arrived at a location close to the back mountain. He had heard about it before when he was "chatting" that the back mountain was the residence of the abbot of Thousand Buddha Temple, Fa Yin.

At this time, the monks and people who had finished their evening classes were sorting out their internal affairs, making Yin Xiu, who was already moving in secret, even more elusive. After climbing over a wall, he fell into the courtyard, his footsteps silent, like dead leaves falling to the ground. Yin Xiu walked slowly, lowering his body, and approached a lighted house. Inside the room, there was a fat monk who was looking at himself in the mirror. "The Dharma is solemn and the heaven is perfect. How can I not look like a Maitreya? Tomorrow, I will ask my senior brother for a beautiful cassock to wear. Isn't it the real Buddha that is missing?" After a pause, he put the mirror away again and clasped his hands together. "Amitabha, I almost broke the precept of stupidity just now. What a sin, what a sin." "But……" He still couldn't help but pick up the mirror, "But I do have a good-looking appearance." After struggling for a long time, the monk sighed and said, "There are still many temptations in this world." From beginning to end, Yin Xiu only saw the back of the monk's head with a few wrinkles, and he didn't care what the monk looked like. He lowered himself and went around from behind. They arrived at another Zen room with the light on. There were two people sitting in this room, facing each other. Their shadows were projected on the window paper, one tall and one short. "Brother, this is a dead end. You have no moves left." said one of them. "Huh? Dead chess? Don't you know that I can always bring the dead back to life?" "Brother, monks don't tell lies!" "What kind of lie!? I told you I can really bring the dead back to life. The woman I saved at the foot of the mountain last time was only breathing her last breath, her face was as pale as gold paper. If I gave her a bowl of medicine soup, wouldn't she be brought back to life?" "But I thought she just had a heat stroke. Plus, she was weak from not eating. Anyone would feel better if they drank some water. If she had a bowl of mung bean soup with rock sugar, it would be like a magic medicine! She would be full of life immediately." "What do you know!?" The monk overturned the chessboard, and the chess pieces fell to the ground with a crackling sound, so loud that it hurt people's ears. There was silence. After a while, the monk who overturned the chessboard spoke again: "Another game?" "You will lose again if we play another round, Brother. You have never beaten me since we entered the temple." "That's the wrong way to say it. You called me Senior Brother. You should have said that after you enter the temple, you should stop talking nonsense. Come back!" "Come!" From inside came the sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard. [Two chess madmen, staying up late at night to play chess here, aren't they afraid of being complained about? ] Yin Xiu secretly complained in his heart, thinking that although the monks in Thousand Buddha Temple were really bad in private, they were not very bad at all. In other places, wouldn't the monks have been hooking up with the village girls by now? How could they just sit there doing nothing?

After going around another room, Yin Xiu came to a wing room on the east side. The ancients often regarded the west wing as precious because it was where the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone and was often the direction where the sun set, so it was warm and bright almost all day long. In comparison, the east wing is in a worse condition. So Yin Xiu first visited the house on the west side, and then came to the east side. As soon as he passed a low courtyard wall, he noticed the difference here. This place is very far away from other Zen rooms, and seems to be far away from the sunlight, and is not noticed by people. A green light shone through the gray window paper, outlining the figures of the people inside. There sat a skinny figure, and there seemed to be another person at the other end, but the candlelight only illuminated one of his hands, making it difficult to see his posture and body shape. Somehow, when Yin Xiu saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt that he had found the right place. "Master Abbot." An old voice came from inside, "I have already done what you said and put the wormwood leaves at the door. Can you smell it?" The voice came from the skinny figure, who turned out to be an old monk. The other hand was raised, and there was a sound of phlegm vibrating in the throat. After a long time, it turned into a sigh. It was unclear whether it was a response or something else. From this address, Yin Xiu already knew that the hand belonged to the abbot of Thousand Buddha Temple, Monk Fa Yin, an old man who was said to be over two hundred years old. The skinny old monk continued talking. "When I was still an infant, I was adopted by the master and became his last disciple. He calls you his uncle. At that time, you were already a monk over a hundred years old. Now I am old and half buried in the ground, but you are still alive. I am really afraid that one day I will die before you." He laughed dryly twice, and then sighed, "When I was young, we debated with the Taoist priests down the mountain. Those old Taoist priests knew how to fight and kill, and they read books by heart. They kept repeating the same two sentences over and over again, and they were no match for my uncle. Although you, Master, often said that monks should not fight with others, winning is winning and this cannot be denied, so the Taoists moved away and the local people devoted themselves to Buddhism. Now the French people have come, some with red hair, some with brown hair. They want to build dozens or even twenty churches in Jiaozhi, and also build schools to teach people French. I sent my disciples to debate with that foreign monk to see who was better, Tathagata from the East or some old man from the West, but he couldn't understand what we were saying, and the foreign monk's gibberish made us dizzy, so we couldn't tell who was better. " There was another gurgling sound coming from the room, as if Fine was laughing. Yin Xiu released a blood butterfly from his sleeve, and it flew through the gap in the window paper. Just as it flew past the window paper, the blood butterfly crashed into a fine iron mesh and turned into a pool of blood. The skinny old monk turned around and thought it was just a moth that had hit the insect-proof net and didn't take it seriously. However, Yin Xiu knew that it was not just a simple insect-proof net, but also had magical power. Therefore, he did not act rashly next, but just hid under the window, in the darkness, and continued to listen to the movements in the house. "I know you are laughing at me for being silly, uncle. We all recite different sutras and talk about completely different things. What is the point of arguing about sutras? But I just couldn't accept it. The government of Jiaozhi gave away dozens of pieces of land at random, and built churches and schools everywhere. Do we have to follow the Western teachings in the future? Isn't this the greatest absurdity in the world? I am the same as you, uncle. I want to promote Buddhism and let the Buddha's light shine upon everyone. But I don't have your level of accomplishment, nor am I as respected as you. I have lived for a long time, but few people outside the temple know who I am. I don’t want to achieve enlightenment and produce golden body relics, but I want to help you, my uncle, to preserve the Thousand Buddha Temple and promote Buddhism.”

Ugh! Another sigh was heard from inside, and then Yin Xiu faintly smelled a smell of urine. It was extremely smelly, but the monk inside didn't seem to react to the smell. He just stood up, skillfully took a piece of cloth from the window, and washed it in the basin. Then Yin Xiu heard the sound of skin being wiped, very lightly and softly, as if wiping a fragile mirror, carefully. "Uncle Master, I know you are having a hard time and are in agony all the time, but this is for the Thousand Buddhas Temple. You and I must hold on and endure this hell. This is the practice that the Buddha gave us, in order to train our Buddha hearts and to teach us to fulfill our responsibilities..." When Yin Xiu heard this, although not a single word was directed at him and what happened inside was none of his business, he still felt a little depressed and blocked in his heart. After a long while, the monk seemed to have washed himself clean. He came out holding a basin of water and closed the door. "Uncle Master, you should go to bed early." The monk closed the door gently, turned around and walked out. In the dim light of the fire, Yin Xiu saw the monk. He looked older than his voice, and the wrinkles on his eyelids almost covered his eyes. He looked like a tree that had been dead for a long time and buried in the mud for who knows how long. After the monk walked away, Yin Xiu heard the occasional breathing sound coming from inside. It was irregular, with one sound every now and then, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow. After a long while, when you thought the breath had disappeared, another sound came, like a sigh, or like a cry. Yin Xiu turned around and saw that the monk had disappeared into the darkness. He stood up and pushed the door. The wooden door creaked open, and Yin Xiu did not smell the fragrance of wormwood, but only a foul odor... "Open so early?" A Ke looked at Ren Qi, who was now able to walk freely, and couldn't help but sigh at his strong body. It only took four or five days, and the tall man who had been lying in bed in a coma for four or five days was able to get out of bed and walk. Ren Qi glanced at her sideways and didn't say anything. He just walked to the door and felt the long-lost sunlight. "I'm leaving," he said suddenly. "Walk?" A Ke was shocked. "With your current health, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it down the mountain and will die in this deep mountain, right?" "Who do you think I am?" Ren Qi said coldly: "I learned martial arts before I learned to walk. I have been injured all kinds of things since I was a child. I have suffered seven or eight fatal injuries. What does this little injury mean?" Despite this, A Ke still hesitated, "But..." "But what?" Ren Qi looked at her, "You hesitate when speaking, and only say half of what you want to say, but it can kill people." Others would inevitably be frightened by Ren Qi's look, but A Ke was not afraid. She just blinked and asked, "Do you know the way?" "Do you know the way?"

Only then did Ren Qi remember the most important issue. How many heroes have capsized in the gutter because they didn't know the way and took the wrong path, not because they were not skilled enough. Not only did he have to go down the mountain, he also had to go to the Thousand Buddha Temple to retrieve his six best swords. However, the surrounding mountains all looked exactly the same, making it impossible to tell them apart. Not to mention that if we go into the deep mountains and dense forests, we may not even have a chance to identify it under the cover of trees. Before, he just followed Liu Banxian and followed the regular stone roads as a guide. However, this place separated from the Thousand Buddha Temple by two hills was a desolate wilderness, like a primeval forest, which made Ren Qi frown when he saw it. "Do you have a map?" Ren Qi asked her. "Of course there is, and it's very detailed. Every hilltop, every valley, and stream is clearly visible." "Bring it here." Ren Qi stretched out his hand. "Here, I mean." Ako smiled and pointed to her head playfully. "That means there is none." Ren Qi turned away coldly. (End of this chapter)