After struggling for so long, and using the magical blow technique, Ye Zhengyang was really exhausted at this time.

Even people can't stand the fierce battles even if they are hit hard, let alone Ye Zhengyang is just a ninth-grade Taoist priest and has not yet entered the realm of the real person.

Ye Zhengyang returned to the hotel, took a shower and then slept with his head covered.

This time Ye Zhengyang slept in a dark and dark way until the hotel waiter knocked on the door and reminded him that it was time to check out.

In this way, Ye Zhengyang packed up, left the hotel, and took the train to Jin Province.

This time I took the train, I was basically safe and had nothing unusual along the way.

Fifteen hours later, the train stopped at the terminal, Bingzhou City, the capital of Jin Province.

Bingzhou City, the capital of Jin Province, is abbreviated as "Bing (bīng)". It was called Jinyang in ancient times. It is a famous tourist city in China, a national historical and cultural city, a national garden city, and a core city of Bingzhou.

It is also the Jin Province Political, Economic, Cultural, Transportation and International Exchange Center, and is a center with a history of more than 4,700 years.

The history of the city construction in 2500 years, "controls the mountains and rivers, and occupies the shoulders and backs of the world", "the key points of the four blocks, and controls the capitals of the five Yuans".

Bingzhou City is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The Fen River, the second largest tributary of the Yellow River, flows from north to south. It has been known as the "Brave Bingzhou City" since ancient times. It is one of the military and cultural centers in northern China, the world's Shanxi merchant city, China's energy and heavy industrial bases.

The urban spirit of Bingzhou is tolerant, respect for morality, respect for law, integrity and excellence.

Ye Zhengyang is not unfamiliar with Bingzhou. He came with his master Master Xuanqing more than ten years ago.

In Ye Zhengyang's impression, Bingzhou can only be described as dirty, messy, and poor.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years of development, Bingzhou has become a prosperous and orderly large international city.

It turned out that all kinds of vendors at the train station, all kinds of sexy girls holding signs to attract customers, and thieves stealing wallets everywhere disappeared, which made Ye Zhengyang's ears much more purified.

Ye Zhengyang did not stop for much in Bingzhou City, and immediately rushed to Mount Wutai without stopping.

Wutai Mountain, a national aaaaa-level tourist attraction, a national key scenic spot, a national geological park, and a dual heritage of national nature and culture.

The top ten famous mountains in China, the four famous Buddhist mountains in China, and the five holy Buddhist places in the world.

Wutai Mountain is located in Xinzhou City, Jin Province, with a total area of ​​592.88 square kilometers.

"Famous Mountains"

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Record: "The five peaks of Mount Wutai stand tall, above the surface of the clouds. There are no trees on the top of the mountain, and it is like a platform with earth, so it is called Wutai."

Mount Wutai is the only Buddhist temple in China where the Qing Temple and Huang Temple live together.

There are 47 temples in Mount Wutai, 39 on the platform, and 8 outside the platform. Most of them are imperially built temples, and most of them come to visit the emperor.

Famous ones include: Xiantong Temple, Tayuan Temple, Bodhisattva Pin, Nanshan Temple, Dailuo Pin, Guangji Temple, Wanfo Pavilion, etc.

After more than 200 kilometers of road, Ye Zhengyang finally arrived at the foot of Mount Wutai the next day.

I saw the peaks of Mount Wutai, with smoke scattered on the mountain, and Buddha lights appeared and faintly appeared on the mountain.

The endless stream of pilgrims marched up the mountain, all looking pious.

Ye Zhengyang couldn't help but sigh: "It is truly a holy place for Buddhism. Just looking at its momentum makes people feel awe-inspiring."

"It is said that Mount Wutai is the temple of Buddhist Manjushri Bodhisattva, and I don't know whether it is true or false!"

At this time, a pilgrim who came here to see Ye Zhengyang's sigh and looked at him.

"Young man!"

The pilgrim asked Ye Zhengyang, "It seems that you are here to worship Buddha, right?"

"I heard that the Bodhisattvas here are very powerful. Don't say anything disrespectful to the Bodhisattvas. Be careful that the Bodhisattvas blame them!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhengyang looked at the pilgrimage and saw that this was an old man who was nearly 70 years old, over 1.7 meters tall, with bright hair and energetic hair.

But his expression was a bit strange, and there seemed to be a black air on his face.

Ye Zhengyang smiled at the old man and said, "Thank you for your advice!"

"Are you a local?"

Ye Zhengyang heard the old man’s dialect and asked this question.

"Yes!"

The old man said, "My family lives in Tailin Village, which is not far away. I come to the mountain to worship Bodhisattvas almost every day."

Ye Zhengyang continued to ask, "Then are you very familiar with Mount Wutai?"

After hearing Ye Zhengyang's question, the old man smiled proudly and said, "You came from a foreign country, are you?"

"You asked the right person. I am very familiar with the mountains and all the temples."

Hearing this, Ye Zhengyang smiled and said, "That's good. I would like to ask, where is the Zen Acts Academy?"

After hearing Ye Zhengyang's question, the old man looked at him strangely and said, "I know the Zen Jingyuan, but it has been ruined."

"There is only a crazy old monk inside, one of them is seventeen or eighteen.

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A young monk.”

"I don't recommend that you go there to worship the Bodhisattva. Why don't I introduce you to Maitreya Pavilion?"

“The Bodhisattvas and Buddhas there are all very experienced.”

The old man said, pulling Ye Zhengyang and walking up the mountain. Ye Zhengyang wanted to refuse, but the old man's hand was extremely powerful. Ye Zhengyang struggled for a while but couldn't break free.

While pulling Ye Zhengyang to the mountain, the old man introduced the Maitreya Pavilion to him.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the old man, and the cold light flashed from time to time, and a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The old man pulled Ye Zhengyang and walked for more than an hour. They all went up the mountain road, and even in the middle age, they could no longer bear it.

But the old man seemed to be exhausted, not only walking as fast as he could, but also talking freely.

Ye Zhengyang watched the old man lead him to go further and further away, almost reaching the back mountain of Wutai Mountain, and asked, "I wonder how far is the Maitreya Pavilion?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's not far away, it's almost here!"

"What? Can't walk anymore?"

"I didn't even say I was tired. You young man is already tired?"

"You young people like you just lack exercise."

After walking for about five or six minutes, the old man suddenly pointed to a temple in front and said, "Look, that's Maitreya Pavilion!"

Ye Zhengyang looked in the direction of the old man's finger and saw a large temple not far away. The sky above the temple was filled with cigarette smoke, and pilgrims were endless. From time to time, you could hear the chanting of scriptures.

"Look, I'm right?"

The old man said, "I just said that Maitreya Pavilion is very experienced, otherwise there wouldn't be so many pilgrims coming here."

The old man said and walked into the temple, and Ye Zhengyang hesitated for a moment and followed him in.

As soon as he entered the temple, Ye Zhengyang suddenly frowned and looked around quietly. Then he silently recited the Dharma and hid his cultivation.

"how?"

Suddenly, the old man said to Ye Zhengyang: "Didn't you buy incense?"

"Give it, I have it here, you use mine!"

The old man said as he divided the incense in his hand and stuffed it into Ye Zhengyang's hand.

"Master Leyuan, we want to go in and worship the Bodhisattva. I wonder if we can seek the holy water?"

At this time, the old man asked to the middle-aged monk standing on the side with a smile on his face.

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