Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke's golden pupils were shining with golden light, but he saw that the abbot in front of him was not very strong.

It's just that the two elders behind him are like gold, and their strength is at least far above the great wise monk.

What made Zhao Ke even more afraid was not the two of them, but the oppressive feeling in the apse that Zhao Ke couldn't explain clearly.

This Kailing Treasure Temple Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, the real master is still in the temple.

It is obviously impossible to come as hard as Putuo Temple.

But Zhao Ke came here today with a tentative mentality, just to see if he can find clues about the Bodhisattva Sutra, if he can't find it, it's normal.

Therefore, although he was surprised by Kailing Baosha's strength in his heart, he was not surprised by it.

"You're being polite. You came here abruptly. I've heard that Kailing Treasure Temple is the number one Buddhist temple in Dadu. Today, I brought my wife here for a visit. Excuse me."

As he spoke, Zhao Ke pulled Miao Daoyi's arm, causing Miao Daoyi to step forward.

For a moment, Miao Daoyi's face was about to turn into a big red apple, and he felt his face was burning like fire.

It's just that Miao Daoyi's complexion was pink, but he was even more shy and drunk.

Even Monk Wuxiang couldn't help being stunned, and couldn't help quickly avoiding his gaze, not daring to look at Miao Daoyi.

Seeing this, Miao Dao was determined, and his demeanor gradually relaxed.

"This way please, Mr. Wang's visit is unlucky. Elder Sanjie left yesterday. Otherwise, if he knew that His Excellency was coming, Elder Sanjie would definitely have a good communication with him."

The words of Monk Wuxiang made Zhao Ke frowned, and he couldn't help asking: "Why is Elder Sanjie also hanging out here?"

"Don't dare, it's just that Elder Sanjie has some kind of friendship with my master Dajue Chan Master. After my master Dajue Chan Master passed away, Elder Sanjie often lived here."

Zhao Ke couldn't help twitching his face when he heard this.

He didn't want to meet Monk Sanjie, this old guy seemed crazy, but he was the most elusive.

The ghost knows what this monk is thinking about what happened in Prince Mu's Mansion last time.

Anyway, Zhao Ke instinctively repulsed the person who stabbed him but still greeted him with a smile.

This kind of person still hides as far away as possible. If he can't avoid it, it's better to stab him to death with a knife.

But Zhao Ke thought about it again, and suddenly realized something in his heart.

No wonder, Monk Sanjie wants to take back the Confusion Curse. It seems that the Dragon Transformation Sutra has a lot to do with this guy.

While speaking, Zhao Kemai walked into the Daxiong Palace.

Kailing Temple, known as the No. [-] temple in Dadu, is certainly not in vain.

The magnificent carved beams and jade pillars, and the majestic and majestic Buddha in front of you are awe-inspiring.

There were monks chanting sutras in the main hall, but after Zhao Ke listened carefully, it was just the common Great Compassion Mantra of Buddhism.

Not the Bodhisattva Sutra.

This also proves from the side that the great wise monk's practice of using the Bodhisattva Sutra to confuse ordinary people is not popular.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke's heart moved, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes at the presiding officer Wuxiang beside him: "Master Wuxiang, I have some confusion in my heart. I heard that there are original Bodhisattva scriptures in the precious treasure temple, which can save people from becoming Buddhas. Borrow."

Hearing the words of the Bodhisattva Sutra, but seeing Wuxiang and the two elders behind him, their expressions changed slightly, and the three of them looked at each other.

Monk Wuxiang showed distress and said: "Although the Bodhisattva Sutra has been passed down to our temple, it has not been preserved in our temple. Now it is strictly forbidden for disciples to practice it. Please forgive me, Lord Wang."

"Nonsense!" When Miao Dao heard the words, anger showed on his brows, he didn't believe Monk Wuxiang's words.

If it wasn't for the Bodhisattva Sutra, how could their Quanzhen Sect be persecuted to such a degree.

If it weren't for the evil sutra of the Bodhisattva Sutra, how could the brothers who were forced to become monks in their Quanzhen teaching abandon the way and follow the Buddha one by one.

Hearing that, Monk Wuxiang actually said that there is no Bodhisattva Sutra in their Kailing Treasure Temple.

Miao Dao couldn't help laughing out of anger.

Zhao Ke gave him a hard look, and when he turned his head, he saw Monk Wuxiang frowned and said, "It's not a poor monk's nonsense. Although the Bodhisattva Sutra was created to open the spiritual treasure temple for me, the person who created this sutra was my brother Dajue. After writing this sutra , Brother Dajue has passed away, and left a decree, strictly prohibiting this sutra from being circulated in my Kailing Treasure Temple."

Zhao Ke saw that what Monk Wuxiang said was true, it didn't seem like he was telling lies.

After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I'm out of luck."

As soon as the group of people were talking, they walked out of the Buddhist hall.

At this moment, suddenly not far away in the forest, a mass of black crows soared up.

A special aura surged from the back mountain, causing Zhao Ke to raise his brows slightly.

This breath came and went quickly, as if it was deliberately hidden by something.

If it wasn't for him being a postman of the nature department, who could easily sense the movements in the woods, he might not be able to detect that there would be a faint evil spirit in this woods.

"Uh, that's the back mountain, but inside it is a forest of mist. Except for crows, no other animals appear all year round. Mr. Wang laughed."

Seeing Zhao Ke standing still, he looked towards the back mountain.

Monk Wuxiang's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly explained to Zhao Ke.

"Mist Forest?"

"That's right, this forest is shrouded in mist all year round. Those who enter will find it difficult to tell the direction and will be trapped to death. Therefore, disciples are strictly forbidden to set foot in it."

"So that's the case." Zhao Ke nodded, and a flash of brilliance could not help but flash in his eyes.

Turning around to Monk Wuxiang, he said, "Didn't it mean that Elder Sanjie lived here for a long time? If so, can I stay here for a few days, and when Elder Sanjie comes back, I happen to have something to ask him for advice."

"This……"

Monk Wuxiang's face changed slightly, but Zhao Ke didn't give him a chance to explain.

He stepped forward and pulled Miao Daoyi out of the Buddhist hall, raised his nose and sniffed: "Hey, the fast food in Guibao Temple seems to be good, just in time, we are tired all the way, and we are also hungry, Master Wuxiang, this time we will bother you."

"So...so good."

Monk Wuxiang couldn't refuse, so he could only order someone to arrange accommodation for Zhao Ke and the others.

A small courtyard of another bureau, three in and three out.

Just enough for Zhao Ke and his group to live.

Zhao Ke and Miao Daoyi naturally lived in the best meditation room.