The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 64: ：Old Monk of Sacred Tree

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This sacred tree is quite famous in Liangdi. When I was young, I studied under Master Vajra Fayan and practiced the Tantric "Vajra Prajna Sutra". Now I am 125 years old. I have been in charge of translating the secret book in my life. There are more than 300 volumes of sutras, and all the large and small Zhao temples in Liangdi respect him as their guru.

Liu Mu, who was sitting on the fast horse, had already washed and combed cleanly. At this moment, he was recalling the news about Rize Temple that he had found along the way. This Rize Temple belongs to the ancestral temple of Tantric Buddhism. Practitioners walk, sit and lie barefoot regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. There are only two to three hundred monks in the temple, but believers can be found in every corner of Liangdi. From August to October every year, you can always meet pilgrims walking on the road.

After Liu Mu opened his eyes and shook his head, he put aside some thoughts about Rize Temple for the time being. Without looking back, he could feel the flames raging into the sky, and a line of more than ten angry horses galloping, kicking up bursts of dust. For those ruthless bandits who were full of resentment and wanted to leave, Tie Qi would give him a punch and beat him until he cried for his father and mother before stopping. He left the stones to guard the camp and deter the remaining bandits. Liu Mu took Tie Qi and ten The fierce bandits galloped towards the direction of Rize Temple.

Liu Mu has no intention of turning against Rize Temple. He doesn’t want to lay dead in Liangdi. As the local emperor of Liangdi, Rize Temple, even if the monks don’t take action, those fanatical believers can tear him and his party to pieces. He just wanted to go there to find out whether the old monk from the sacred tree really had a way to smelt iron. He had heard that the sacred tree was approachable and he was an enlightened monk who already lived in the Bodhisattva realm. If it were Shaolin, he wouldn't take this trip. No matter how good the magic weapon is, his life is not as important.

For more than fifty miles, it takes less than half an hour for a horse to move. Liu Mu looked at the unique temple in front of him and couldn't help but look a little solemn. The temple is tightly attached to the cliff of the mountain, supported only by one pillar. It is very dangerous and seems to be about to fall down at any time, which is daunting. The red walls and white eaves have a cone-like ridge that goes deep into the void, like a dragon elephant with its head held high. The colorful wind flags are like dragging Rize Temple about to fly away, and then swing like copper bells.

Although he did not have any faith, Liu Mu still did not dare to make any mistakes. He stopped his horse at the foot of the mountain early, leaving a few people to look after the horses, and then climbed up the winding steps like a ladder to heaven. With each step, Liu Mu's expression became calmer. When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, Liu Mu couldn't help but stop walking forward, turned around and walked towards the prayer wheel on the platform on one side. Like a devout believer, he circled and prayed once. As for who he was praying for, Tie Qi didn't think it was for Liu Mu himself.

The temple here is very interesting. There are no Zhike monks like Shaolin. All the monks I met on the road were wearing red monk robes, barefoot, reciting scriptures like ascetics, as if they had not noticed Liu Mu and his party. I did whatever I had to do, but no one said anything to me. However, the aura that was revealed inadvertently made Tie Qi look a little more cautious. It's not scary if a sect has masters, but it's chilling if there are many masters. Liu Mu entered the main hall, looked solemnly towards the golden body of the Buddha, burned three pillars of incense, kowtowed several times, and stood up straight.

"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk, who had noticed Liu Mu and his group waiting for a long time, said the Buddha's name when he saw Liu Mu finishing offering incense, and walked over with a calm expression. The skin color of people in Liangdi is generally redder than that of people in Central Plains. Liu Mu has the illusion that the middle-aged monk in front of him is like the outer wall of a temple. The red solemnity makes you respect him for nothing.

"Don't you just come to this temple to pray for blessings and offer incense?" The monk had a peaceful expression and his eyes were as big as a diamond.

Liu Mu glanced at the trembling Sanjin and others, clasped his fists and said, "I came here to seek advice from Master Shengshu. I hope the Master can do this for me. I'm very grateful!"

The monk showed an expression that was indeed true. He lowered his eyebrows and clasped his palms together and said: "Master Shenshu is doing his regular homework. If the donor is willing, he can go with the poor monk." After saying that, he bowed his back. Head towards the outside. Only then did Tie Qi notice that the height of this monk was probably about the same as his own, but he was always hunched over, making it difficult for outsiders to notice at the first time. This spiritual cultivation made him dumb, and he had deceived his five senses quietly. Consciousness and cultivation are not weak.

The entire Rize Temple is like a dilapidated grotto. The gray square floor tiles have been cleaned cleanly, and cigarette smoke is lingering. From time to time, pilgrims can be seen kneeling and breaking the floor tiles. The courtyard of Rize Temple is very small, which makes the two solitary bodhi trees look huge; this ancient temple, under the fragrance and mist, looks like a silhouette floating on the floating clouds, looking extremely quiet and solemn.

Not long after, following the pace of the monk, Liu Mu and others came to a Buddhist temple. The "dong-dong" sound of wooden fish tapping, along with the singing of beautiful scriptures, floated into Liu Mu's ears. Liu Mu looked up at the top of the temple. The dazzling faces of the Buddhas were like countless stars in the summer night sky. They had different expressions, various poses, and lifelike shapes, making people feel as if they were in the paradise world. Don't want to leave.

There was only an old monk with white eyebrows in the Buddhist hall, and his sonorous chanting was as loud as hundreds of people chanting in unison, and it rang in Liu Mu's ears. Judging from his age, he is far from as old as the rumors. His red and dark skin is full of wrinkles, making him look older, but he is only seventy or eighty years old. Following the instructions from the leading monk, Liu Mu stood quietly aside, waiting for the old monk from the sacred tree to finish his homework.

A full hour later, the old monk finished his homework. The leading monk came forward and knelt on the ground. After performing the bowing ceremony, he whispered about Liu Mu and others. The sacred tree raised its eyes and looked at Liu Mu. Those deep eyes were like a mysterious universe, making people unable to help but fall into silence. After a while, Liu Mu broke away from the gaze of the sacred tree and broke into a cold sweat. He had been practicing spiritual power for many years, but he was easily influenced by the old monk. The cultivation of the sacred tree frightened him.

As if surprised that Liu Mu could escape from the realm of his own thoughts, the divine tree's expression that had remained unchanged for decades showed a hint of surprise, and he couldn't help but say: "The donor has such profound cultivation!"

"I dare not praise my master. Compared with my master, I am still far behind." Liu Mu is not being humble. He is far worse than the sacred tree. If he fights with the sacred tree, he is just a person. The round will be won. The lucky escape just now was just because the sacred tree had no intention of forcing him to stay, otherwise he would have exhausted his energy and died.

The sacred tree showed a somewhat compassionate smile and waved to Liu Mu. After Liu Mu bowed his head and approached and knelt down on the ground, he said, "I heard that Yang Ji said you have something to do with me?"

Liu Mu knew that Yang Ji was the monk leading the way, so he replied: "I really have something to ask the holy monk for advice, about that..."

"Take out the things, I can feel it." Shenshu interrupted Liu Mu and said slowly.

Taking the piece of iron that Liu Mu took out from his arms, Shenshu caressed it with his dry twig-like hands. Liu Mu just looked at it without disturbing it. The dim Buddhist temple was brightly illuminated by butter candles. After the light hit the face of the sacred tree, the sacred tree opened its mouth and said: "You want to know how to smelt?"