Fang Lin thought that the function of the key still needed to be explored slowly in the future. He couldn't figure out anything by studying it now. So, he returned to the Wudang Sect.
The Wudang Sect was now full of pilgrims. Just after the Mid - Autumn Festival, there were dozens of boxes of mooncakes in the rooms of the Wudang Sect. They were all given by the believers on the Mid - Autumn Festival.
It was strange to say that after walking through the Xuanyue Gate, people not only felt refreshed but also heard that an old woman who was seriously ill and believed in this very much would come to pay homage to the Boundless Heavenly Venerable every few days. Every time she walked through the Xuanyue Gate, she felt much better. Now it was said that her condition had improved, which made Fang Lin feel amazed when he heard about it.
At this moment, he actually saw a Buddhist monk come to pay homage to the Boundless Heavenly Venerable.
Fang Lin was curious about this. Buddhist monks, of course, believed in the Buddha. It was a bit strange for him to come and pay homage to the Boundless Heavenly Venerable.
At this time, the monk saw Fang Lin standing aside and walked over.
The monk put his hands together and said, "I, the poor monk Yijie, want to meet the Headmaster Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect. I wonder if the Taoist Priest can introduce me to him?"
Fang Lin was curious. What did the monk want with him? He said, "I am Sanfeng. I wonder what the Master wants with me?"
Looking at the monk, he was about the same age as Fang Lin, around seventeen or eighteen years old. Even if the monk came to make things difficult, he couldn't do much to Fang Lin, right?
At this time, Pangdun spoke. Pangdun actually said that the monk had the strength of the Great Perfection of the Mortal Realm.
Fang Lin was a bit shocked. The cultivation of internal energy was not that easy. The monk was so young but had reached the Great Perfection of the Mortal Realm. He was definitely a person with extraordinary talent and should not be underestimated.
The monk saw that Fang Lin was so young but still didn't look down on him. He still said respectfully, "So the Taoist Priest is the Headmaster of the Wudang Sect. I apologize for my rudeness."
Fang Lin smiled slightly. He really couldn't figure out what the monk wanted with him.
The monk Yijie continued, "I heard that there is a divine miracle in the Wudang Sect. I happened to be traveling here, so I came to take a look. The Xuanyue Gate of the Wudang Sect indeed has magical effects, and the Headmaster is someone who can communicate with the Boundless Heavenly Venerable. So, I took the liberty to come and get to know you."
Fang Lin then led the monk Yijie into the courtyard. After all, the monk was a master of the Great Perfection of the Mortal Realm. After the Middle Stage of the Mortal Realm was the Late Stage, and after the Late Stage was the Great Perfection. Compared with Fang Lin, the monk was much stronger.
And having such cultivation at a young age, he either came from a major sect or had the guidance of a master. Fang Lin should show some respect. Moreover, since the other party treated him with courtesy, Fang Lin was also a person who treated others with courtesy. Since the other party was like this, he of course had to show the corresponding respect.
Fang Lin asked, "I wonder which temple the Master is from?"
The monk Yijie smiled slightly and said, "I am traveling everywhere, so it's not appropriate for me to reveal my origin."
Fang Lin thought it was right. Many people who went traveling wouldn't reveal their sect. If he offended someone, it would be bad to cause trouble for the sect.
And if he came from a major sect, revealing his origin might make people think there was something else behind it.
Fang Lin didn't care and continued to chat with the monk. The monk had a good understanding of Buddhist principles, which was different from that of ordinary monks.
From time to time, he asked Fang Lin some questions, which were all very interesting, and often contained hidden Buddhist principles, which benefited Fang Lin, a half - baked Taoist priest, a lot.
However, Fang Lin was after all a modern person and had modern views on many things. For example, there was a carriage. There was a person in front of it, and the horse was running too fast to stop. There were only two choices: either run over the person or turn the carriage. But the carriage was on a cliff, and turning it would make it fall off the cliff, and there was also a person in the carriage. What should the coachman do?
In modern times, this was a debate topic, and either option was possible. The monk didn't know how to answer. Fang Lin just smiled. He personally thought that when encountering such a dilemma, one should first see which option could minimize the loss, and then choose that option, without considering ethics and morality.
These answers also made Yijie feel refreshed.
The two of them didn't know why, but they got along very well. Gradually, they became more and more excited as they talked, and then they had dinner together.
Fang Lin ate meat at every meal, while the monk could only eat vegetarian dishes. But this monk was different. He looked like he really wanted to eat meat. Later, he actually ate it and also drank wine, claiming that "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha remains in the heart," which was quite similar to Ji Gong. The monk felt a bit embarrassed about this, but Fang Lin thought it was good and had an even better impression of the monk.
By the end of the meal, the monk's white robe was all stained.
The monk then stayed in the Wudang Sect. But there was really no place to live in the Wudang Sect, so the monk Yijie had to share a room with Fang Lin.
Back in the room, the monk circulated his internal energy, and the stains on his body disappeared. Fang Lin was envious. At least, with his current strength, he couldn't do that.
Fang Lin was really puzzled. This monk seemed to have multiple personalities. He had a thorough understanding of Buddhist principles and could be regarded as an accomplished monk. He was gentle and refined in his usual behavior, but when he drank, he was full of pride and had a large capacity for alcohol, which really surprised Fang Lin. In this world, Buddhist monks were not allowed to drink or eat meat, but this monk Yijie actually violated both rules. He was really amazing. And the monk would also pay homage to the Boundless Heavenly Venerable. Wasn't he afraid that the Buddha would be angry? It was really strange.
Next, things became interesting. The monk got drunk because he drank too much. He was really pouring it down his throat, as if he couldn't drink casually at ordinary times. Fang Lin actually didn't mind and said that he was true to his nature and acting according to his heart, which was closer to the realm of the Buddha. The monk shouted that Fang Lin was his bosom friend and poured another pot of wine. At this moment, he seemed to be acting drunk.
"Taoist Priest Sanfeng, we get along so well. How about we become sworn brothers?" Yijie shouted loudly.
Fang Lin was really helpless now. He gave a bitter smile and was about to refuse when he was pulled by the monk Yijie. The monk didn't seem to use any special martial arts, but his strength was astonishing. Fang Lin was shocked. Could it be that he had practiced the legendary Dragon - Elephant Prajna Technique of the Golden Wheel Dharma King? His grip strength was at least a thousand catties.
So, in a muddle, our Taoist Priest Sanfeng got an elder brother. The monk looked about the same age as Fang Lin, but it turned out that he was one year older. The monk also forced Fang Lin to call him elder brother. Since the monk had high martial arts skills, Fang Lin had no choice but to give in.
So, everything happened so dramatically. Fang Lin even thought that if this monk were called Xu Zhu, how great it would be. Then he would have an elder brother named Qiao Feng and a younger brother named Duan Yu who would become the emperor. That would be great.
After staying for a few days, the monk Yijie left, saying that he had traveled enough and was going back to his sect. Fang Lin quickly saw him off. This monk's personality was really changeable. He was gentle and refined at ordinary times, heroic and bold when drinking. Sometimes he said he wanted to have a competition and said it would be just a friendly spar, but he didn't know how to control his strength when he made a move. Fang Lin had suffered a lot from it.
Looking at the white back of Yijie as he walked away, Fang Lin murmured, "Twelve flowers bloom, twin white lotuses, each petal is different." I've brought out Abbot Yijie. I hope the Abbot won't blame me. I see that the Shaolin Temple is very popular now, so I want to gain some benefits. I'm really thick - skinned. Next, I want to ask for some recommendation tickets and bookmarks. Fellow Taoist, don't leave in a hurry!