Chapter 1105 The Legend of the White Snake

　　In the Buddhist temple, many elderly monks sat facing each other.

　　They had already heard the sounds of snakes hissing beneath the pagoda, almost with the aura of dragons. Suppressing them for a thousand years beneath the temple, using their own cultivation to nourish the earth veins of Jiangnan, was a punishment akin to the arduous practices of Buddhism. As long as they could endure, there would be benefits.

　　"The thousand-year seal... I fear it can no longer hold."

　　The abbot of Jinshan Temple sighed, his eyes closed. "That white snake has been suppressed for a thousand years. Once freed, it will likely harbor much resentment towards us... Alas, the Legend of the White Snake, the Legend of the White Snake. I had always hoped it was just a legend, but it seems... it is true."

　　The faces of the monks were bitter.

　　"We are willing to perish with the temple."

　　One monk spoke in a low voice.

　　But the abbot glared at him. "Perish with what, perish with what?"

　　"This is just a broken-down temple. What's enshrined in the temple is a pile of broken stones. The temple won't die. If the stones break, we'll rebuild them. If the house is gone, we can build another. If people die, they have nothing left. From tomorrow on, the temple will no longer receive pilgrims. Find a way to reinforce the seal of Leifeng Pagoda. If it doesn't work..."

　　The old abbot sighed, not finishing his sentence.

　　But the other monks knew that if it didn't work, they would have to abandon this ancestral land and leave. When they first sensed the weakening of the seal, they had already contacted the Special Operations Group, but their discovery was a little too late.

　　One of the monks looked at the alms bowl and string of prayer beads placed on the table, his expression complex.

　　"If the Legend of the White Snake is true, then this object..."

　　The old monk said, "This is a relic left behind by our founder."

　　Jinshan Temple started in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, originating with Emperor Wu of Liang. But after the great suppression of Buddhism, this lineage naturally declined. The founder of the current Jinshan Temple lineage is named Pei Toutuo, who was Fa Hai, a true disciple of the Zen sect. A little over a hundred years ago, it was one of the four famous Zen temples.

　　The old abbot sighed, "I flipped through the records, which said that our founder once suppressed Bai Suzhen under Leifeng Pagoda. Later, worried that the snake demon's cultivation was too high and would collapse Leifeng Pagoda, he brought her back to Jinshan Temple and used the sound of Buddhist chanting to suppress her demonic aura. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, and this snake demon's aura has become complete."

　　"I also tried to lift this alms bowl before."

　　"But although this alms bowl looks small, it is actually extremely heavy. With your and my strength, we cannot lift it at all. However, perhaps some of you have Buddhist teachings that surpass mine and can use this magical artifact."

　　Many monks stepped forward to try one by one.

　　Their expressions were solemn and calm, silently chanting Buddhist scriptures in their hearts. When they touched the alms bowl, they faintly heard whispers in their ears, as if an old monk solemnly asked them where Buddhist teachings were. These monks had been chanting Buddhist scriptures in the temple for their entire lives and had their own understanding of the profound meaning of Buddhist scriptures.

　　Some people said it was in heaven and earth, others said it was in all things.

　　Still others said it was in the past and future, the Buddhas of the three lifetimes; it was in the universe and all things, in the cause and effect of coming and going.

　　What they said all made sense.

　　But they could not shake the alms bowl.

　　Those who said that Buddhist teachings were in heaven and earth, the alms bowl was like the real heaven and earth, so vast. Those who said that Buddhist teachings were in all things, the small alms bowl was like containing all things in heaven and earth, so heavy. No matter how hard they tried, they could not lift the alms bowl, and they could not help but feel a little frustrated.

　　Could it be that Jinshan Temple could only collapse under the rampage of the snake demon?

　　Just as the old monk felt sorrow in his heart, but forced himself to cheer up and proclaim a Buddhist prayer, intending to comfort his fellow disciples, a monk rushed in in a panic, his face flustered, as if he had encountered something extremely incredible.

　　"Abbot, masters, outside, outside..."

　　But at this time, there was no need to listen to what the young monk had to say.

　　These elderly monks could already hear from afar that the Buddhist bell was heavy, like thunder, ringing twelve times in a row.

　　The Buddha said that human life is full of sorrow and enlightenment, from 'ignorance' to 'old age and death,' the twelve causes and conditions.

　　In a word, Buddha-nature.

　　The abbot of Jinshan Temple quickly got up and said, "Who is here?"

　　He had only taken a few steps when he saw a tall monk in gray robes standing at the door. The abbot of Jinshan Temple was slightly stunned. The monk in front of him seemed to have changed his appearance. What he saw in front of him was one appearance, but when he looked again, he seemed to have turned into another person.

　　And this changing appearance, for some reason, was incredibly familiar...

　　The old abbot stared blankly.

　　Then he finally remembered something, and his expression suddenly changed.

　　Accompanied by a series of low exclamations, the monks here all turned their heads to look at the table. On the table were the alms bowl and prayer beads, and behind them on the wall hung a portrait of an old monk with a simple face. Looking at his face, it was exactly the same as the visitor.

　　The old abbot murmured in his heart:

　　"Founder, founder...?!"

　　Yuanjue put his hands together in front of his chest and replied honestly:

　　"Just a traveling monk."

　　The abbot did not dare to neglect him, put his hands together and returned a salute, saying:

　　"I don't know where the Founder... Master is staying?"

　　Yuanjue looked at the old monk and suddenly called out, "Monk."

　　The old abbot was shocked and replied, "Here!"

　　Yuanjue smiled and asked, "Where is 'here'?"

　　The old monk was stunned, his heart was struck by lightning. After a long time, he murmured in reply.

　　"...In the human world."

　　Yuanjue did not answer, and looked at the Buddhist pagoda over there. The White Snake was sealed during the reign of Emperor Renzong of Song, and there were originally twenty-four years before the full thousand years, but the spiritual energy of the human world was recovering, and there were more mountain and sea rifts, and it seemed that there were other reasons. The White Snake's recovery time was advanced.

　　It was time to understand the cause and effect of this time.

　　Without seeing any action, the alms bowl and the string of prayer beads lit up with a faint Buddhist light, and then flew to Yuanjue in front of many monks. With a sweep of his sleeves, he put them into his sleeves. At this moment, the Buddhist bell suddenly rang again, and the Jinshan Temple pagoda shook violently.

　　A faint sound of giant snake hissing came.

　　……………………

　　Just now, Yuanjue took a step forward, and a Buddhist prayer caused the wind to stop in all directions, and the Buddhist bell did not stop.

　　It was eye-catching enough.

　　Now he himself went up the mountain neatly, but instead exposed Wei Yuan to a pile of strange and curious gazes. Since the debate between Taoism and Buddhism, after popularizing the methods of cultivation, the cultivation world was no longer as hidden from the world as before, but slowly returned to the common world's understanding.

　　Generally speaking, when something mysterious enters the eyes of the public, is understood, and becomes familiar.

　　The public will try to analyze this thing with the logic and rules they are familiar with.

　　Therefore, certain Shenzhou racial characteristics began to gradually manifest.

　　For example... the professional skills cultivated by Shenzhou students in one exam after another.

　t We don't need to understand the principle of doing the problem.

　　We just need to answer the question correctly.

　　This is the so-called exam-taking skill.

　　Correspondingly, there are also exam-taking skills in the exam of cultivation.

　　For example, hug your thighs, hug your thighs, or hug your thighs.

　　The difficulty of jumping off a cliff to find a cave or an expert is too high, so trying your luck in various places with legends is a very cost-effective choice.

　　First, you can relax, and second, you can see if you can meet any experts, see that your bones are amazing, and your talent is extraordinary, and then take you into their sect.

　　Now the Taoists of Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain are already a little unbearable.

　　The Shangqing Maoshan Sect is even more annoyed, wishing they could shout outside with a loudspeaker.

　　They have said it eight hundred times, eight hundred times, we are the orthodox of the Three Purities, the founder is Ge Hong, chanting the *Huangting Jing*. If you want to switch to the professional course of corpse driver, please go to Western Hunan, which is more professional.

　t send harassing text messages asking whether the zombies you practice when you enter the sect are sent by the sect or self-prepared.

　　What era is it, do you know about the crime of insulting corpses?

　　After Lin Shouyi almost suffered from high blood pressure, he made a decision in his heart that the disciples who enter the sect in the future must recite the criminal law three or five times first.

　　Although Jinshan Temple is not as crowded as Shangqing Maoshan Sect and Wudang Mountain, the legend of the White Snake is widely spread, and many people come here to try their luck and bump into immortal opportunities. It would be good to become a lay disciple if they meet a monk.

　　If, by chance, they see Lady Bai Suzhen, wouldn't that be even better?

　　Seeing Yuanjue's strangeness just now, these people who came to seek immortal opportunities naturally saw Wei Yuan. But when they saw Wei Yuan coughing a few times, seeming to be seriously ill, they took back their gazes. Wei Yuan swept his eyes and looked at the scenery here, but another voice attracted his attention.

　　While everyone was discussing Yuanjue just now, only one old monk was still sweeping.

　　Under an old tree, the monk was wearing gray robes, his face full of wrinkles, gently sweeping the fallen leaves one by one.

　　Peaceful and quiet.

　　Seeming to notice Wei Yuan's gaze, he raised his eyes.

　　Turning his head, he nodded slightly towards Wei Yuan.

　　Wei Yuan returned the salute.

　　Just as he was about to go over and chat with the monk, a series of low humming sounds exploded.

　　Instant silence.

　　As if some kind of fear hidden deep in the blood instantly gripped everyone in Jinshan Temple.

　　Wei Yuan slowly raised his head and saw that the clouds in the sky were gathering and scattering erratically, and faintly there was a moist water vapor lingering at the tip of his nose. Accompanied by a loud cracking sound, the Buddhist pagoda located in Jinshan Temple shook violently, and the spire of the Buddhist pagoda collapsed directly.

　　A residual image soared into the sky.

　　In the clouds and mist, a white, hard, steel-like outline was faintly revealed.

　　ps: Today I found a group that we didn't create... that is, it's not a so-called official group.

　　But the name and avatar are exactly the same as our book friend group. Maybe it's because I'm judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's mind, but I must remind everyone to be careful not to be deceived. To join the book friend group, just click the one-click group joining in the introduction, that is, only those few groups.

　　In addition, the author is too lazy, and it is impossible to have any monetary transactions with anyone in the group, such as asking readers to send red envelopes or rewards separately. Please pay attention to identification; please also pay attention to your own safety. I have been single for five thousand years professionally, and it is impossible to chat with group members about anything beyond the boundaries of readers and authors.