Master of Martial Arts, please enjoy a drunken revelry in the martial world.

Chapter 100 Golden Flower

Gui Haiyi's gaze swept between the two, and when he saw that Gu Qianbei's clothes were disheveled, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Is this guy trying to kill me?"

Gu Qianbei sensed something was wrong.

Fortunately, the chill came and went quickly.

"Yidao, you found Rama's remains?"

Haitang didn't notice anything unusual about Guihai Yidao, but was overjoyed when she saw the remains of Rama he was carrying.

"Hmm. That woman didn't play any tricks; she led me directly to their lair. The one who escaped has already been killed by me with a single stroke, and the woman has been handed over to the other spies from the Dragon Guard Manor for interrogation."

"Let's go, let's take Rama's remains to our adoptive father and report back."

"this……"

Haitang glanced at Gu Qianbei, her eyes filled with worry.

Gu Qianbei laughed heartily.

"Don't worry, Master, my injuries are no longer serious. I can go back by myself in a while."

"Okay. Then be careful."

Seeing this, Haitang did not insist and left with Guihai Yidao.

Guihai Yidao glanced at Gu Qianbei, said nothing, and left.

"This bed is nice, but unfortunately, it's not a good place to stay tonight."

Gu Qianbei took out the Cangguang Gourd, drank two sips of Dragon Tiger Wine, and recovered the internal energy he had just consumed in the battle.

A quarter of an hour later, he had almost fully recovered and immediately used his lightness skill to return to Yunhe Temple.

Midday on the moon.

On the main hall of Yunhe Temple, Wanwan sat quietly on the eaves, waiting.

"It's so late and they're still not back. Has something happened?"

Wanwan was somewhat worried.

At the same time, he also harbored some resentment towards Master Jianchi.

If she hadn't sealed her internal energy, she would have definitely wanted to participate in this lively event.

Now, all we can do is wait for the results with a worried heart.

Suddenly, a man in a green robe landed beside her.

"The beauty is here late at night, waiting for whom to return?"

Seeing that familiar, languid face, Wanwan couldn't help but smile.

But then, his nose twitched, and he caught a whiff of blood.

Are you injured?

Wanwan's expression changed as she looked at the small patch of white veil peeking out from Gu Qianbei's neck.

"It's just a minor injury."

"A faint trace of sword energy still lingers on the wound. Was it a Grandmaster's sword?"

"You can even tell that?"

Gu Qianbei asked in surprise.

"You're really lucky. A Grandmaster's sword strike, and you only suffered such a minor injury."

Wanwan's previously unpleasant expression suddenly broke into a smile, as if she was genuinely relieved for Gu Qianbei.

"You were really lucky."

"So, who struck you with that sword?"

Although Wanwan was smiling, a hint of coldness seeped into her eyes.

Clearly, she intended to kill the person who made the move.

"Cao Shaoqin, Deputy Supervisor of the Eastern Depot. What? Are you planning to risk your life for me?"

Gu Qianbei teased.

Wanwan chuckled at Gu Qianbei's antics and reached out to pinch his cheek.

"I do have that plan. But it depends on whether your 'beauty' will listen to me."

"Yes, of course I'll listen. But right now, I just want to get a good night's sleep. I'm exhausted after working all night."

Gu Qianbei yawned, looking exhausted.

"Then hurry up and go back to your room to sleep."

A barely perceptible pang of heartache flashed in Wanwan's eyes.

"Master Lu Zhu asked me to pass on a message to Master Jian Chi. I'll go find him now. You should go back to sleep."

After Gu Qianbei finished speaking, he used his lightness skill to leave.

"These monks have so much to do."

Wanwan pouted in dissatisfaction, but her worries finally subsided.

"The Eastern Depot, humph!"

After letting out a soft hum, Wanwan turned and went back to her meditation room.

No one knows what she's really thinking.

Abbot's Room.

Gu Qianbei walked to the door and saw that there were still candles inside, so he knew that Master Jianchi had not yet gone to sleep.

"Master, I apologize for disturbing you."

Gu Qianbei spoke softly, his attitude respectful.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Gu, please come in. Did my disciple ask you to bring back a message?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open, revealing Master Jianchi sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, chanting sutras.

He slightly opened his eyes, his gaze clear as water, untouched by worldly dust, and a natural wisdom flowed through them.

"Yes. Many things happened tonight, but Master Lu Zhu's love tribulation should be considered over."

Gu Qianbei immediately recounted the events one by one, and Master Jianchi nodded slightly after listening.

"Amitabha. Life is full of hardships, but he has finally overcome this obstacle. Thank you for your help, Benefactor Gu."

"You're too kind, Master. I have another request to make today, and I would like to ask you to enlighten me."

Master Jianchi smiled upon hearing this, his face full of compassion.

"Mr. Gu, please speak frankly."

"I have a wine recipe called Night Rain Returns to Spring, which requires a special flower called Golden Flower as the main ingredient."

I've heard that this flower only grows in temples. I wonder which temple has it?

"Golden Lotus Flower..."

Master Jianchi murmured to himself, then smiled and said, "Do you know the story behind the Buddhist saying 'the smile of holding up a flower'?"

"nature."

"At the Vulture Peak Dharma Assembly, the Great Brahma King led all the heavenly beings to offer golden flowers to the World-Honored One, seeking only to comprehend the supreme Dharma."

The Buddha remained silent, but raised his hand and picked up the Brahma flower, showing it to everyone present.

All the thousands of monks and bodhisattvas present were completely bewildered, except for Venerable Kasyapa, who smiled gently.

In that instant, they looked at each other and smiled. The World-Honored One immediately transmitted the Dharma: "I have the true Dharma eye, the wondrous mind of Nirvana, the true formless form, the subtle Dharma gate, which is not established in words, but transmitted separately outside the teachings. I entrust it to Mahakasyapa."

This is the origin of Zen Buddhism's transmission of knowledge from heart to heart, and the flower that the Buddha picked up was what people call the Golden Lotus Flower.

Gu Qianbei nodded slightly and said, "But that is the Golden Flower from Buddhist stories, and there is no corresponding thing in reality."

Some say it's a water lily, others say it's a golden orchid, but there's no definitive answer; it seems this flower is merely an illusion, impossible to find in the human world.

"People are always obsessed with finding the true form of the Golden Flower, searching through Buddhist scriptures and comparing it with plants, insisting on giving it a common flower name. In the end, they are attached to appearances and lost their true nature."

Master Jianchi sighed softly and looked out the window at the waning moon.

"The name 'Jinpo Luo' is a transliteration of a Sanskrit word. It is not a specific plant in the world. It is not an ordinary plant that grows in the soil. Rather, it is the embodiment of the Dharma in that Buddhist story and a concrete manifestation of the formless and abiding nature of Buddhism."

Gold symbolizes the purity of Buddhism, untouched by the defilements of the secular world.

"Bharata" is a Sanskrit word, used metaphorically to refer to the profound teachings of Zen Buddhism.

The flower symbolizes the Buddha-nature inherent in all beings, like seeing the Buddha when the flower blooms, signifying enlightenment and realizing one's true nature.

People seek flowers, but are merely fixated on outward appearances, neglecting the fact that when the Buddha held up a flower and Mahakasyapa smiled, he was not conveying a flower, but rather the unborn and undying Prajna mind, the ultimate wisdom that needs no words.

"Then is what I wrote in this wine recipe false?"

Gu Qianbei's eyes held a hint of doubt.

The system shouldn't be lying to itself.

Could it be that even Master Jianchi didn't know about this flower?

That would be a difficult situation.

When Master Jianchi saw Gu Qianbei like this, a gentle Zen smile slowly spread across his lips.

He slowly raised his hand and gently pointed to the lotus flower in the courtyard that was about to wither.

The lotus flower, guided by him from afar, flew into his palm.

His fingertips lightly touched the lotus flower, as if touching an ancient Zen wisdom.

"The recipe is genuine. However, this golden lotus flower does not have a physical form; rather, it is hidden within countless Buddhist teachings."

This lotus flower, its life force is on the verge of extinction, but if it listens to the Buddhist teachings on the number nine, it can transform into a golden lotus.

Benefactor Gu has shown great kindness to my Yunhe Temple. This humble monk is willing to plant this flower for you.

You may come to collect the flowers in eighty-one days.