Swordsman - C382

As the Third Master Hu explained, he secretly looked at Mu Tu’s face. After all these years, their powers had not infiltrated all the way to the Spirit Hidden Temple. This was a dereliction of duty on the part of their Dark Part.

After the higher-ups investigated, he, the person in charge, would not be able to bear the consequences.

Fortunately, Mu Tu did not go into the details. He was only a member of the tiger part and did not care about the matters of the Dark Part.

“I wonder where exactly is the Spirit Hidden Temple? After so many years, what’s wrong with it?” Mu Tu asked softly. His voice was light, but there was an unquestionable seriousness in it.

“Inappropriate place? I’ve never heard of this before. That old monk from the Spirit Hidden Temple is very obedient. Other than not letting us insert people into it, it’s also a rule for the Spirit Hidden Temple. ” The Third Master of the Hu family thought about it and still replied Mu Tu honestly.

The High Monk Daoji from the Temple had a good reputation in Hangzhou. If the lord really wanted to touch the Temple, then this matter wouldn’t be easy to deal with. Not to mention whether it could be done in one piece, even if he really went to arrest people, he would at least be hated and hated by the people who were favored by the Temple in Hangzhou.

“As for the Spirit Concealment Temple, it is located on the Spirit Concealment Mountain on the west side of the city. The location of the Spirit Concealment Temple is on the Spirit Concealment Mountain on the west side of the city. When the Hu San Ye saw the change in Mu Tu’s expression, he knew that he had dispelled the idea of directly fighting against the Spirit Hidden Temple, and immediately revealed the position of the Spirit Hidden Temple.

The mountain road on Spirit Hidden Mountain was calm and unobstructed, the trees were considered lush and verdant, plus it seemed to be the effect of the Spirit Hidden Temple’s special cleaning, two of them did not have much fallen leaves.

The young master of a rich family, Mu Tu, led his servant, Dao Wuleng, and the pet white grizzly slowly walked along the mountain path towards the Spirit Hidden Temple.

The monks on the path were all chanting, carrying water and wood, sweeping leaves, and were no different from the people at the foot of the mountain. Mu Tu, on the other hand, shockingly discovered that most of the monks on the path were practitioners, with low cultivation, and were basically at the starting stage of body sculpting. But in this vast city of Hangzhou, they could be considered as the best fighting force, and if the temple were to rebel, the officials of Hangzhou at the foot of the mountain would not be able to stop them.

“Benefactor, burning incense or chanting scriptures?” The moment he entered the Spirit Hidden Temple, a fat guest monk ran in front of Mu Tu and petted the two of them.

It was very obvious that he could tell at a glance that Mu Tu had the highest status within this group, which was why he hurriedly started to call out to Mu Tu.

“I heard that you have a monk of great virtue in the Spirit Hidden Temple, Monk Daoji. I am here to seek clarification. I don’t know if the great master can recommend you.” Mu Tu revealed a face of curiosity as he said to the plump and well-informed monk, his eyes seemingly still carrying the worship of Monk Daoji.

“Why is he here to find that damned Dao Ji?” The guest monk muttered in a low voice as he frowned. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with Monk Daoji.

“Young Master, Young Master, our Guangliang Master’s understanding of scriptures is not one bit inferior to that Dao Ji’s. Why don’t you just ask Master Guangliang your question.” At some point, a tiny head had squeezed out from behind the fat monk. Judging from his clothes, he was dressed like the little Shamei from the Spirit Hidden Temple.

“Sigh …” Bi Qing, how can my Buddhist magic be compared with Junior Dao Ji’s, but Junior Dao Ji has gone down the mountain to change fate, and is not at the Spirit Hidden Temple. If Young Master has any questions, you can ask this little monk, if I can help, I will not decline. ” The fat monk revealed an ugly expression, as if Daoji really wasn’t in the temple and he had come to help.

How could Mu Tu not know that this Guang Ming and Bi Qing were plotting something? However, Mu Tu originally did not have much to ask, so he pretended not to see anything.

It seems that this Spirit Hidden Temple is not even! Mu Tu secretly shook his head.

“Master, what you said is reasonable. Since Master Daoji is not here, I’ll have to trouble Master to clear my doubts.” Mu Tu nodded his head, since it was to find out more information, he could casually talk to the monk.

“May I know your name, young master?” Little Shamei asked Mu Tu curiously.

“I am Mu Tu.” Mu Tu laughed.

“So it’s Young Master Mu.” The surname Mu was still rather rare in the Central Plains. Little Sha’s eyes flashed a trace of doubt, but he politely asked Mu Tu, “May I ask where Young Master Mu came from?”

“Always.” Mu Tu was still looking at the two monks, Bi Qing and Guangliang, with a smile.

Once he said that, Bi Qing immediately felt powerless, while the fat monk Guang Liang behind him also started to sweat. Mu Tu’s words seemed to be simple, but they were filled with wisdom, extremely similar to the buddhist discussion.

The smile on Guangliang’s face slowly faded away, he looked at Mu Tu who had an indifferent expression on his face, as though he had thought of something.

Mu Tu’s sudden words caused the entire front of the Spirit Hidden Temple to turn silent for a moment, as if he had thrown a stone into the peaceful Spirit Temple.

It was as if this young master was here to ruin everything.

Initially, he had only thought that Mu Tu had simply asked about Buddhist theories, but who knew that this brat had come to discuss about the existence of Zen.

When it came to meditation, he didn’t have much knowledge.

“Since the beginning, Brother Mu is really ruthless!” Dao Wuleng had a little understanding of Buddhism. After hearing this, he knew that there were many different things hidden within these words.

This phrase had already reached the highest level of deep meditation.

The sweat on his forehead kept on pouring out, but Mu Tu did not plan to let this fellow go.

“Master Guang Liang, may I ask what is Buddha?” Mu Tu curiously asked Guang Ming.

“He actually talked about buddha with his Master Guang Ming. This kid really doesn’t know the meaning of death. Master Guang Liang’s buddhism is extremely well versed.” Bi Qing looked at Mu Tu with disdain, as if Mu Tu would lose next.

But soon, something unexpected happened. Master Guangliang opened his mouth and was about to speak, but a voice inside his mind told him not to speak. Once he did, he would lose.

One had to say, as masters, they were naturally astute and astute. There were some reasons that didn’t need to be explained by others for them to know as well.

However, this quiet Guang Ming made Bi Qing, who was watching on the side, dumbfounded. Why didn’t her master say anything? Did he not understand Buddhism?