My father-in-law is from Shanghe Township and has lived here all his life.

Therefore, when the monk asked him about the sacred peak, the old man made it very clear, not only the cloud wall on the sacred peak, but also the spring exploded by the Thunder of Insect.

Or maybe it's the rumored mountain ghosts and gods who walk between the yin and yang realms and guard this mountain.

"Before Yun Zhongjun appeared, this sacred peak was just an ordinary place."

"As Lord Yun Zhong appeared again, the celestial cloud wall appeared, and this place became what it is now."

"Everyone is like this. If the mountains are not high, there are immortals and spirits. If the water is not deep, there are dragons and spirits. I guess this is what I mean!"

After hearing this, the monks nodded repeatedly and stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the mountain, looking eager to try.

However, since the shaman is not here, the Yunzhong Temple is temporarily closed to receive pilgrims, not to mention a group of monks.

The old man saw the monks' eyes and immediately warned them.

"You are not allowed to go up to this sacred peak. Trespassing will result in retribution."

"Especially at night, this sacred peak must not be approached."

The flower-carrying monk didn’t know why: “Why?”

The old man held a stick in one hand and made a guiding gesture with the other.

"This mountain is the place where yin and yang meet. It returns to the human world during the day and to ghosts and gods at night."

"The gods and witches who go up to the mountain during the day will punish you, or thunder may fall from the sky and strike you. The worst that can happen is that you will die, and you will end up with no body intact."

The flower-carrying monk's face changed slightly: "It's just a death. Isn't it enough to die without a complete body?"

He asked further: "So, if you go up the mountain at night, something even more terrifying than death will happen?"

The old man nodded: "Of course, if someone dares to go up the mountain at night, haha..."

Flower Monk: "How?"

Father-in-law: "The ghosts and gods will take you to the underworld and make you taste life worse than death."

The flower-carrying monk was not surprised but delighted: "Seriously?"

Father-in-law: "That's still false. In the past, someone went up the mountain to steal the spring at night without knowing his life or death. As a result, the ghosts and gods took him around the underworld and let him choose his punishment."

"The ghosts and gods threw him out, and after his life span was over, they seduced his soul and sent him to hell to suffer the punishment of the underworld."

The flower-carrying monk asked: "Isn't it a rumor?"

The father-in-law was anxious: "What's the rumor? I don't know how many people in the county are watching. That man was sentenced to death by the county magistrate in court. Now he has been sent to the county, waiting to be executed by Queen Qiu!"

"This is a real thing. Do you think I'm telling you a story?"

After the old man finished speaking, he left angrily, leaving the monk and his entourage behind.

The flower-carrying monk watched the old man go away, the smile on his face gradually became stronger, and then he finally couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Needless to say, all the disciples will know it.

Master, what has he learned?

A discerning disciple stepped forward and asked, "What did master understand?"

Another disciple asked: "Master, we have gained nothing from this trip, why are we laughing?"

The flower-carrying monk asked: "Why am I waiting here?"

The disciple thought for a while and repeated what the Flower Nian Monk said before: "In order to worship the gods and Buddhas, to gain enlightenment from the gods and Buddhas, and to understand the great Dharma that saves all living beings and transforms the hell on earth into the world of bliss."

Monk holding flowers: “Where is this great law?”

The older disciple stood up and said: "Master said that the reason why this world has turned into hell is because there is no law to restrain it, and it is because there is no real hell."

"So Master has always preached the way of reincarnation to make people awe, and also to persuade people to do good."

"If everyone has a heart of awe and a heart for kindness, then the world will naturally turn into a paradise."

"And we are here to prove that the underworld and reincarnation exist in the world."

The Flower Nian Monk was very satisfied with this disciple who explained everything thoroughly and nodded.

"Hahahaha, are you still confused?"

The older disciple understood something and immediately looked frightened.

"Master, what are you trying to do..."

The flower-carrying monk turned around and bowed to the divine peak.

"now."

"The opportunity to get what you want is right in front of you!"

The flower-carrying monk stood up and looked at the sacred peak, his eyes full of longing and joy.

"As long as we climb this treasure mountain, our vows will be fulfilled."

Monk Nianhua was planning to follow the example of the evil man and climb the mountain at night. However, the evil man went up the mountain for profit, and he could never have imagined that he would end up like that.

And the flower-carrying monk who went up the mountain was going straight to the underworld and hell.

Now all the disciples were frightened. They had just heard the old man clearly understand that this was no joke. There were all the witnesses and physical evidence, and countless pairs of eyes had verified it.

When you say you're going to hell, you really are going to hell.

The disciples were anxious and gathered around to persuade him.

"Master, you can't do it!"

"You will really go to the netherworld, and you will not be able to be reincarnated, and you will have to suffer all kinds of suffering."

"Master, let's find another way!"

The flower-carrying monk was determined and shook his head repeatedly.

Like the Yin Yang Taoist, he is extremely obsessed with and longing for the things in the underworld.

But the difference between the two is that the old Taoist seeks immortality, while he seeks something else.

"When I came here as my teacher, I once said, if I don't go to hell, who will."

"How can it be just empty words?"

"Last time, when our master and disciples were worshiping God and Buddha in front of the river wall, we failed to practice the word sincerity."

"And now, don't you even recognize the words that are spoken, and can't you even write a letter?"

The flower-carrying monk stood at the foot of the mountain, talking, and suddenly he made a divine peak with his hands clasped and knelt down to the bottom, and said loudly.

"It was also under this sacred peak that the poor monk became enlightened."

"What happened in front of the river wall before, including the wind and sun, the disturbance of people's hearts, and the disturbance of external demons, were all just tests of our sincerity by the gods and Buddhas."

"Our hearts are like flags and banners, they move when the wind blows."

"So I missed the opportunity and came here."

Listen to this.

The flower-carrying monk had suffered a setback in front of the river wall before. Although he didn't say it, he did feel a bit frustrated in his heart.

But at this moment, seeing this scene that was like a pure land on earth, the monk said loudly.

"Why did we come here after failing to chase the thief?"

"Why did that old man just happen to be passing by and give us some advice?"

"Everything is predestined, and it has already been predestined."

"therefore."

"This time I will definitely move forward and never retreat."

"Even if I fall into Avici Hell, I won't hesitate."

But my heart is still determined to move forward, and I am bound to find the secret method in my heart that can lead to the world of bliss. Hell is bliss, and bliss is hell.

He must pass through many tests and prove it to the gods and Buddhas.

His determination is empty and wise.

In this way, the monk waited until late at night.

The flower-carrying monk took the ladder from his disciple, put it on his shoulder, and headed towards the mountain.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The disciples followed closely behind him, but they were stopped by the flower-carrying monk.

The flower-carrying monk said: "This time, I will go alone."

The last time we were in front of the river wall, it was these disciples who held us back and failed to succeed. How could we take them up this time?
To be continued...