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Lin Zheng finally left this place. He passed through the stone forest and followed the mountain path. Without looking back, he jogged back in the direction he came from and finally arrived in front of the stone pavilion. There was still no one here, and the silence made him feel panicked. Lin was sitting on a limestone in front of the stone pavilion and drinking some water. With Lin Zheng's current cultivation situation, as long as he had some water, he could easily buy a few days without eating anything. He tried to activate his zhen qi again, because he could not absorb the Qi of heaven and earth. He sighed. If only he could find someone he knew, even a stranger.

Lin Zheng finally left the small pavilion and walked along the small path in the middle. This place seemed to have been excavated, and was extremely organized. There were no obstacles to pass through, and this small path was also surrounded by stone forests. Lin Zheng walked as he looked at the stone forest around him. This place was not very moist, and did not have any moss growing. The stone was very smooth, but it gave off a feeling of lifelessness. Lin Zheng walked while looking at the two sides of the stone forest, there were some words carved on the stones, Lin Zheng could not read them, and there was even a part of the drawing, Lin Zheng could not read it, but he could guess one thing, Lin Zheng felt that the drawing was the best way to write, the writing was too troublesome, he had not learned it yet so he could not understand it, and could not read it.

As Lin Zheng walked, he noticed that there seemed to be a person on top of a large bluestone in front of him. Lin Zheng was shocked, he stopped and took a closer look, it was a monk, sitting cross-legged on a bluestone not more than 300 meters away from Lin Zheng. The reason why Lin Zheng found out that there was another person was because the light was dim and the distance between them was too short. Lin Zheng coughed lightly, but the person did not respond. Lin Zheng slowly walked towards the person, continuously calling out, "Fellow cultivator, fellow cultivator …" That person still had no reaction. Lin Zheng reckoned that this was also a dead man. He slowly walked to the monk and stood by the bluestone, but the monk still did not respond. It seemed that the monk was truly a dead man. Lin Zheng approached the rock and poked a finger at the person. The person fell off the rock and fell to the ground, still in the same position.

This was probably a dried up corpse, which meant that its buddhist body had not been successfully cultivated. The facial muscles were slightly shriveled, but Lin Zheng could still recognize this person. Because that face was dirty, there was still some dust on it, and its monastic robe was tattered. Lin Zheng recalled that he knew who this monk was. He remembered the first time he came to Shaolin Temple, he found a beggar monk. At that time, they were all very surprised and looked at each other. Lin was in the Shaolin Temple when he found the time to look for this person, but there was no news of him. Lin Zheng had also asked the high monk in the temple. There were also high monks who had seen the monk, but no one knew where he lived. He saw that beggar monk and wanted to take him in as a disciple of Shaolin. The beggar monk smiled, then left without the feeling of being the host.

Afterwards, especially after Lin Zheng arrived in Shaolin, there was no one who had seen this monk. As for when this monk disappeared, or rather, when he left Shaolin Temple, no one knew. Thinking like this, not long after Lin had arrived at Shaolin Temple, that beggar monk left or disappeared without a trace. No one ever saw him again.

At this time, Lin Xin was in the middle of seeing him. Unfortunately, the beggar monk was already dead, and there was still not a single clue. Lin Zheng saw that they were acquaintances, and did not want him to sit on the path, so he used his strength to drag the beggar monk onto the limestone. Lin Zheng moved the beggar monk onto the rock, and inadvertently discovered that the cloth bag in front of the monk was bulging as if there was something inside. Stealing dead people was not a wise move, but Lin Zheng was very curious. He moved in front of the monk and looked at the cloth bag in front of the monk's stomach. The monk made a Buddhist sign with one hand and held the bottom of the bag with the other.

Lin Zheng bowed to the monk, it was a buddhist salute, he extended his hand and dug into the cloth bag, it was cold to the touch, Lin Zheng touched something, he grabbed it and took it out, it was a golden little buddha. It seemed like the little Buddha was often played with in his hands, so it was smooth and shiny with a metallic luster. Lin Zheng turned around to take a look, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He put the little buddha aside and once again reached out to take it out. This time his hand touched something that seemed to be a book. Lin was grabbing a corner and tugging at it, but he did not move. The beggar monk seemed to be obsessed with it and was unwilling to hand over the book. If Lin Zheng wanted to force it, he could get it, but Lin Zheng did not. He understood that only by asking the beggar for permission could he get it. Lin Zheng hastily bowed to the beggar monk, then said, "High Monk, I am not in the mood to steal your buddhist treasures. I have been in the buddhist faith for thirty-two years, so I can be considered half a disciple of the buddhist faith. With that, he put his hands together and bowed down to the beggar monk.

It really did work. The monk's forehead began to shine, and a small light the size of a small fingernail lit up, and then it flew out from between his eyebrows. Lin Zheng understood that this was the flame of life. His mother had this spark when she passed away, but it was smaller than this. That speck of light flew around twice in the air before stopping in front of Lin. Lin Zheng stared intently as he watched, and within that speck of light, there seemed to be a Buddha sitting cross-legged within. The precious statue was solemn. Lin Zheng once again clasped his hands together and said, "Please enlighten me." That point of light stayed in the air for a long time without moving. Then it rapidly rose up and turned towards another direction. That direction was the third path that Lin Zheng had yet to explore. At that moment, the dot of light seemed to say, "Treat this item kindly. If fate wills it, when I reincarnate, give it back to me." Good, good. Lin was standing there, quietly watching the dot of light leave.

Lin Zheng waited until the light disappeared, then he turned around and walked in front of the monk. Just as he was about to reach into the bag, the monk opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of yellow gas before quickly dispersing. Lin Zheng understood that there was a saying in the buddhist faith that when a disciple of a buddhist faith died, no gas would be released from his body, indicating that he had been open for the rest of his life. If one breathed out white qi, it meant that he had cultivated a Dao Fruit in his life; if one breathed yellow gas after death, he would be resentful; if one breathed black gas, it meant that he had been possessed and would become a demon in his next life. Fortunately, the beggar monk still breathed out yellow qi, which only showed that he had a grudge. The grudge did not dissipate, and even if he had an afterlife, he would still be implicated by this grudge, and the result would not be good. The beggar monk probably saw through everything the moment he left and also put down everything, so the resentment could not be stored within his body. The grievances were gone, and the next world was clear and bright.

Lin was in front of the corpse again. He reached into his cloth bag and took out the book. It was a worn-out letter. It didn't look like paper, but rather like it was made of some kind of metal. The metal was already rusty and damaged, so it looked very old. Lin was sitting on another piece of limestone when he opened the book and drew a picture in the first volume. Lin was looking at the golden Buddha on the ground, it looked exactly like the Buddha statue in the picture, and Lin Zheng was shocked, could it be that this Buddha statue is a magic item, and that this book is a spell, specifically the method to activate this Buddha statue? Lin Zheng was overjoyed. It seemed that he had picked up a treasure. However, what happened to Lin Zheng disappointed him. The book was filled with words that he could not understand. They looked even older than the Oracle script. That type of handwriting was a different system, something he had never seen before. After so many years, Lin Zheng now had a relatively detailed understanding of ancient characters. He had never seen such characters before.

Lin Zheng was speechless. It seemed like this thing did not belong to this world. Could it be something from the cultivation world? It seemed that he would have to step into the cultivation world after all. Lin Zheng collected himself and put the Golden Buddha and the book into his backpack. After leaving this place, he continued along the small path, and along the way, aside from some incomprehensible runes, he didn't discover anything else. After walking about five to six miles, Lin Zheng saw another mountain. It was a small mountain, neither as tall as the black mountain nor as clear as the dark clouds. There were no trees on the mountain, only rocks that could fall at any time. After walking for another five or six miles, Lin Zheng finally walked out of the stone forest. When Lin Mu stepped out of the stone forest, his eyes lit up.