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  Xu Yi Mountain, Tianyin Temple.

  The steep mountain path winds through the mountains, and as usual, on this day under the warm sunshine, it is still crowded with people. Countless devout believers are walking towards that temple to worship and pay homage to the gods in their hearts. The monks of Tianyin Temple are scattered everywhere, greeting the arriving villagers. In some dangerous places on the cliff, there are usually a few monks standing guard against accidents. At the same time, the guest monk at the mountain gate is smiling and welcoming people coming and going, a peaceful scene.

  Fa Xiang, a disciple of Master Pu Heng of Tianyin Temple, was also standing behind the mountain gate at this moment, watching people come and go. With his identity, he no longer needed to do these tasks, but he had a kind heart and often came over to help when he saw fellow monks busy with many people. This day was no exception.

  It was just that on this day, he felt a little dazed in his heart, and his spirit was not at peace, but he couldn't say what was wrong. Looking at the devout faces flashing before him, he joined his palms together, bowed his head, and silently recited "Amitabha Buddha". Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd and stood in front of him.

  He raised his eyes and looked over, momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting to see the person in front of him. A smile then appeared on his face as he said with a smile: "We meet again, benefactor."

  The newcomer was indeed Gui Li, who wore a long gray robe and stood among the villagers who came to worship, looking completely unremarkable. The only thing that seemed somewhat impressive was probably the agile monkey by his side.

  Kui Lie's complexion looked a bit haggard, and although he couldn't be said to be dispirited, he didn't seem to have much energy either. He just smiled at Fa Xiang and said, "Fa Xiang Shixiong, trouble you to announce my presence, I have something to attend to, I'd like to pay respects to Pu Hui Da Shi."

  Fa Xiang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Zhang Shizhu. My master had already instructed me that day. As long as you come, no matter when or where, he will meet with you. Please follow me!" After speaking, Fa Xiang led the way first.

  Gui Li followed him silently, and as they walked, the inner halls of Tianyin Temple came into view, with incense wafting about, not to mention the throngs of people rubbing shoulders.

  The two walked for a while, and Gui Li suddenly asked Fa Xiang: "Brother Fa Xiang, you said that above the blue clouds, is there really a place where gods reside?"

  The Dharma Master fell silent for a moment, then said: "Benefactor, from the Buddhist perspective, there are spirits everywhere in the world, but the most important one is still in each person's heart."

  The ghost's face was expressionless, he looked around at the people and said in a low voice: "I don't understand."

  "The donor's life has been fraught with hardships and tribulations, but the roots of his troubles run deep. In my humble opinion, if he wishes to seek liberation, the most crucial place to start is within his own heart, where he must learn to 'let go'."

  The ghost was silent for a long time, and finally didn't say anything. Fahsang also didn't say much, leading him all the way to the back mountain of Xiaotianyinsi Temple. The two walked through the corridor and passed by, and went up to the back mountain of Xiaotianyinsi Temple.

  When they arrived outside the Zen room, Fa Xiang nodded slightly towards Gui Li, and Gui Li understood and stopped in his tracks.

  Fa Xiang lightly knocked on the door of the house and said: "Master, it's your disciple Fa Xiang. Today, Gui Li is hosting a banquet at the mountain top, I came to pay my respects."

  Inside the Zen room, Pu Huan's thick and kind voice immediately rang out, saying: "Please invite Ghost Ji to come closer!"

  The monk lightly pushed open the door with his leg, took a step back, stretched out his arm to the ghost and said in a low voice: "Please come in."

  Guī Lì nodded slightly and walked into the Zen room. Fǎ Xiāng followed him in, closing the door behind them with a casual hand.

  Pu Huan Master still sat on the couch as usual, saw Gui Li, his face showed a kind and gentle smile, joined hands and said: "You came, donor."

  The ghost was quite respectful of this Pu Huan master, and didn't dare to be slow, bowing deeply and saying: "Disciple has disturbed you."

  Pu Hui Master shook his head and smiled: "I've said it before, the mountain gate of Tianyin Temple is wide open for you, you can come at any time. What's more, I'm delighted that you're here, but what brings you to this place?"

  The ghost hesitated for a moment, looked up at Master Pu Heng and said: "To be honest with the master, this time I came here, indeed there is something that I want to ask the master."

  Pu Huan said: "It doesn't matter what you say, patron."

  The ghost hesitated, as if it was difficult to speak out, but finally said: "May I ask the master, is there a treasure called 'Qiankun Wheel Return Plate' in this temple?"

  Pu Huan Master was taken aback, and the look on Fah Xiang's face next to him also showed a hint of surprise. The two exchanged a glance, then Pu Huan Master nodded and said, "That's right, Bi Temple indeed has such an object."

  Ghostly spirit suddenly shook, Pu Hong Master looked at his expression in his eyes, and his eyebrows slightly frowned again, saying: "Please ask Ghostly Master, why did you suddenly ask about this thing?"

  The demon hesitated for a moment, then said: "You two also know the situation of my disciple. Ten years ago on Qingyun Mountain, a friend of my disciple was seriously injured for his sake and has been in a coma ever since."

  Pu Huan Dashi joined his palms together: "Biyao young lady is a person of great passion and righteousness, I also have utmost respect for her."

  "For ten years, I have traveled to the ends of the earth, hoping to cure Bi Yao, but heaven is not willing, and until now, there has been no progress," he said, his face unchanged, but the despondency in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

  The demon's expression turned solemn, and he raised his head to look at Master Pu Heng. "To be honest with you, Master," he said, "I came here this time because I happened to hear a senior fellow mention that the Tianyin Temple has an extraordinary treasure called the Qiankun Wheel of Reincarnation, which has the ability to turn yin and yang, calm the soul, and perhaps bring some hope to save Biyu. That's why I'm here, hoping that you will lend it to me out of your benevolent heart. Once I've used it, I'll definitely return it personally."

  In the end, Gui Lie's lips trembled slightly, obviously his emotions were surging. Looking at his changing expression, he seemed to be hesitant for a moment, but then took two steps forward, clasped his hands together and slowly knelt down in front of Pu Heng Da Shi.

  Pu Hui Master was shocked and hastily stretched out his hand, saying: "Benefactor, you mustn't do this, quickly get up."

  Fang Shuo had already gone forward to help Ghost Ji, and pulled him up.

  Pu Hui Master gazed at the ghost for a long time, his face still calm and gentle, but his eyes seemed to be drifting, apparently this treasure was also not trivial for him, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while.

  After a moment, Master Pu Hui slowly joined his palms together and said: "Benefactor, I have one thing to ask you."

  "Please speak, Master," Gui Li said immediately.

  Pu Hui's face turned slightly solemn, and he said: "The matter of the Qian Kun wheel turning in Tianyin Temple, apart from a few brothers including Bi Shi Lao Chu, only my disciple Fa Xiang knows. This is a rather secret matter, but I don't know which senior told you about this matter, who is it that pointed him out?"

  The ghost's face changed, and for a moment he couldn't speak. After a long silence, he said in a low voice: "Master, forgive me, it wasn't that I intentionally hid the truth from you, but rather that senior brother had specifically instructed me not to reveal his identity when he was aware of this matter...". As he spoke, his voice gradually grew softer, and a look of disappointment and anxiety appeared on his face, clearly showing that there was a fierce struggle in his heart, but ultimately he didn't say anything more.

  Pu Hong's ambassador furrowed his brow, without a word, lowered his head and fell into thought.

  Kui Lie observed Master Pu Heng's expression and saw the anxiety in his eyes. He had indeed thought about this unheard-of treasure before coming to Tianyin Temple, and if it really had such extraordinary abilities, it would naturally be a rare and precious treasure that Tianyin Temple cherished deeply. However, judging from Master Pu Heng's reaction, he seemed not to have refused, but rather appeared to be concerned about the source of Kui Lie's information.

  This news was naturally told by Zhou Yixian on the ancient road outside Heyang City that day. The more he got to know Zhou Yixian, the more he felt that this Jianghu fortune teller who seemed to be talking nonsense was actually a profound and unpredictable person. However, after Zhou Yixian informed him of this news that day, he repeatedly reminded him that he must not reveal his identity.

  At this moment, Gui Li's heart was surging with several strands of hot blood colliding with each other. On one hand, there was his promise to Zhou Yi Xian; on the other hand, there was a more important decade-long unfulfilled wish. For Bi Yao, even if it meant just a glimmer of hope, he would truly be willing to pay any price to pursue it. At this moment, he was at an impasse, and his heart was in turmoil, causing him immense pain.

  Fortunately, at this moment, Master Pu Hong suddenly let out a long sigh and said: "Forget it, no matter who told you, but you are destined to have a predestined relationship with Master Pu Zhi. And as for the treasure, it is also related to Master Pu Zhi..." Master Pu Hong suddenly smiled bitterly and stopped speaking, getting up from his meditation bed, he looked at Gui Li with clasped hands: "Benefactor, follow me, I'll take you to see someone."

  Gui Li was taken aback, but upon hearing Pu Hui's intention, he no longer pursued the source of the information and even showed a willingness to lend him the treasure. Overjoyed, Gui Li kowtowed and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "Thank you, Master."

  Pu Hui Master helped him up and smiled: "Don't be too polite, patron. Let's go!" He swung his monk's robe and walked out of the house.

  Guilian followed closely behind him, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, who are we going to see?"

  Pu Hui Da Shi said calmly: "The donor should know that people often refer to the several brothers of Bi Si Temple, including me, together?"

  The ghost nodded and said, "Yes, the four great divine monks of Tianyin Temple 'Hong, De, Zhi, Kong', all ten thousand names are admired." When he mentioned the word "Zhi", a complex color flashed across his face, and even his voice became lower.

  Pu Hui and Fa Xiang both felt this way, and after silently sighing in their hearts, they naturally didn't say much either.

  "Let's not mention my third brother, Puzhi. My fourth brother, Pukong, you've met before. Now, I'm going to take you to see my second brother, Pude."

  Three people walked down from the small Heavenly Sound Temple on the back mountain and entered the bustling and prosperous Heavenly Sound Temple. Along the way, the monks of the Heavenly Sound Temple naturally showed great respect when they saw the abbot, with all of them bowing their heads in reverence. Even ordinary lay believers were overjoyed and hastily bowed down, with some elderly individuals treating Master Pu Heng as if he were a god, kneeling down and kowtowing.

  Master Pu Hong and Yan Yue Se walked with a gentle face, bypassing the main hall with the most people, and turned to the northwest corner of the Tianyin Temple. As the three of them walked, the figures of the believers gradually disappeared behind them, and the surroundings also became increasingly desolate. By the time Master Pu Hong stopped in front of a secluded courtyard at the end of a small path, there was not a single figure in sight.

  The ghost lifted his eyes and looked around, only to see that the small courtyard in front of him was extremely simple. The wall beside it, which was as tall as a person, had already begun to peel off its plaster, and the corners were covered with moss. The small courtyard was half-hidden, and people could clearly see the small yard inside, where leaves were scattered all over the ground. From time to time, a gentle breeze blew by, lightly blowing the fallen leaves into a dance, adding a few more touches of desolation and age.

  Above the gate of a small courtyard hung a very dilapidated sign with three characters: Jing Xin Tang.

  The ghost stared silently at the signboard, seemingly in a daze. Master Pu Heng walked into the small courtyard, with Fa Xiang following behind him.

  After walking a few steps, I found that the ghostly figure behind me didn't seem to be following. Somewhat puzzled, I turned my head and saw that the ghost was still staring at the signboard. The monk couldn't help but ask in a strange tone: "Zhang Shizhu, what's wrong?"

  His face changed slightly, as if he had come back to his senses. After a moment of silence, he walked over and said calmly: "Nothing, just the name on the signboard is similar to where I lived when I was young, so I lost my composure for a moment and was rude."

  Fashang looked at him again and shook his head: "No need, sir, please come in!"

  The ghost nodded slightly and walked towards the depths of the courtyard, where Master Pu Heng had also stopped in front of a wooden house, turning his head to look at the three of them.

  The ghostly figure stepped forward and said in a low voice: "My disciple was rude."

  Pu Hui Master smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter." He turned around and gently knocked on the wooden hut three times with his hand, saying, "Amitabha, Pu De Master, today I brought a donor to see you, disturbing your quiet cultivation, forgive me, forgive me."

  A gentle breeze blew from behind Guili and others, blowing up the fallen leaves in the sky and making their clothes flutter gently. In front of them, the wooden door seemed to be pushed open by the wind with a soft creak, and it slowly opened inward as if automatically, without anyone's help.

  At the same time, a hoarse and low voice came from inside the house, as if an iron tool that had been left for too long to rust, slowly said: "Is... who? Can bother... Master Brother's big... frame... ah..."

  Pu Hui Master smiled slightly and walked in, Fa Xiang followed behind him. Gui Li didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a bit tense in his heart. He took a deep breath before stepping into the wooden hut.

  Although Kui Li had known that the monks of Tianyin Temple were not attached to worldly luxuries, and thought that the decorations in the temple would be very simple, but when he walked into this wooden house, the simplicity inside still surprised him. The decorations in the house were not simple, but rather there were no decorations at all, empty and bare, with only a corner of the floor covered with dry straw, an old monk with a dark face and thin figure sat cross-legged, slowly raising his eyes to look at them.

  Master Pu Hui walked forward and came to the front of the old monk, with Gui Lie standing silently behind him. From the side, it could be seen that the old monk and Master Pu Hui were truly worlds apart in terms of their demeanor. Master Pu Hui was radiant and had a benevolent gaze, looking dignified and self-assured. No wonder countless devout believers bowed down to him earlier. In comparison, the old monk sitting in the corner could indeed be described by the Buddhist phrase "stinky skin bag".

  Pu Hui Master stood in front of the old monk, gazing at him for a long time. He then slowly let out a sigh and sat down directly on the dirty ground in front of the old monk, saying calmly: "Younger brother, it's been ten years since we last met, hasn't it?"

  The old monk slowly clasped his hands together and in a low, hoarse voice that was as slow as before, said: "Is... ah, Master... brother has been... well?"

  The two monks were shocked to hear the news, as their master and his brother were both in the Tianyin Temple. Although the old monk's courtyard was secluded, it didn't seem like the temple had intentionally placed guards on him, indicating that he wasn't in seclusion. It was astonishing that for ten long years, the two of them had never met.

  It seems that he had guessed what Gui Lie was thinking, and Pu Hui turned his head to smile at Gui Lie, saying: "This is my second master brother, Pu De."

  Although Gui Li still didn't know why Pu Heng Master brought him to see Pu De Master, as one of the four great divine monks of Tianyin Temple, and considering he was seeking something from others, he didn't dare be slow. He hastily paid his respects and said: "Disciple Gui Li, greeting Pu De Master."

  Pu De Master slowly shifted his gaze over, falling on Gui Lie's face. His movements were extremely stiff and slow, to the point where it seemed like even moving his eyes was a laborious task. Gui Lie was deeply perplexed as to why one of the four great divine monks who shook the heavens would be in such a state, but he didn't dare show any disrespect on his face.

  Next to him, Master Puhui said calmly: "The Pu De that the younger brother is practicing is a branch of our Buddhist school, called 'hard Zen'. It can't be practiced by people without great wisdom and courage. Don't look at his current appearance being withered, but if we talk about the path of practice, Pu De younger brother has already surpassed me."

  Pu De's face was expressionless, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he had smiled. He spoke slowly: "Shixiong... you said it's funny..."

  Pu Hui Da Shi joined his palms together, lowered his voice and recited a phrase "Amitabha Buddha". Then he said: "Shi Di, today I came to disturb your quiet cultivation, the fault is not small. Here, I will first apologize, but this matter is different from others." When he said this, he glanced at Gui Li and said: "Shi Di, do you know who he is?"

  Master Pu De has been staring at Gui Li since just now, his gaze never leaving him again. However, his eyes seem to be forever like a deep well with no ripples, and no one can tell what he is thinking in his heart.

  At this moment, after hearing Pu Heng's words, Pu De slowly said: "Is... who?"

  Pu Hui Master sighed softly and said, "He is the one who was wronged by Pu Zhi, my junior fellow apprentice, ten years ago. That young man Zhang Xiaofan from Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain."

  "What?" For the first time, Pu De's words were uninterrupted, and even his expression didn't change slightly. Half a beat later, his gaze still deeply stared at Gui Li, saying: "He is... that child?"

  It's as if the more words were spoken, the fewer pauses there were in Master Pu De's speech, and it gradually became smoother.