There is a small temple in the remote area of Lingnan, this temple is much worse than the history of the thousand-year-old temple in the famous mountain, and the reputation is not obvious, but in recent years, the reputation of this temple has spread widely in the vicinity, and many people have made a special trip here to make incense, and it is said that there is a master in the temple who is very spiritual.

At this time, in the wing room behind the temple, there is an old monk wearing a robe is tidying up the room, and after cleaning up, he put on a brand new robe and walked out of the room, and there is a group of small novice monks standing in the courtyard outside, after seeing this old monk come out, they all bow down with a sad face, put their hands together and proclaim the Buddha's name in their mouths.

This old monk is Master Huilun, there are a number of Taoist monks, profound Buddhism, all his life in Pudu sentient beings, some people say that the day of Master Huilun's death if it is a spark will definitely produce relics, if it is buried for a number of years after the body will definitely not rot the body, this achievement is far from being able to achieve by ordinary monks, to put it bluntly, it is not enough to cultivate.

Master Huilun stood at the door of the wing room and said to the group of novice monks in front of him: "I will enter reincarnation this time, leaving my golden body in the world to suppress evil spirits, subdue demons, subdue demons, and transform thousands of lonely souls, with immeasurable merits, Amitabha Buddha ......."

Master Huilun knew that he was gone, so he left his last words, after death, the relics cremated will be sent to the temples in the famous mountains and rivers to worship, if there is any evil thing, will invite the relics of Master Huilun to suppress, continue to create sentient beings, this kind of relics refined by the monks is the nemesis of all the ghosts, it really responds to that sentence, evil is invincible.

It's just that in today's years, most of the monks don't have relics after cremation, at least not in a hundred years.

Master Huilun knew that his face was about to die, and there was no change on his face, a cloud was light and the wind was light, and the ancient well was not wavering, as if he was talking about external affairs, and he had already put his life and death out of the way.

Master Huilun left Lingnan for Lingxi, and after a day and a night, others rushed to the construction site, and he got out of the car without looking at the cable-stayed bridge that had only been half built, but suddenly looked at Wang Changsheng who was leaning on the Alpha.

Wang Changsheng felt the other party's gaze quite far away, and when he saw Master Huilun, he was stunned at first, and felt a feeling of imminent movement coming from the string of prayer beads in his arms, so he understood, and bowed to the master from a distance.

Wang Changsheng has always been plain and unfazed, but it is rare to see Huilun, he showed a respectful attitude.

This rosary has been practicing with Huilun for decades, and it can be regarded as the other party's personal thing, and there is an indelible sense between each other.

Master Huilun politely raised his palm towards him, and then Xu Mubai came over and said very respectfully: "Thank you Master for coming to help, I really encountered trouble, and I had to let my grandfather contact you."

Master Huilun said: "It's all cause and effect, donors don't have to care"

Mr. Cui and Xu Mubai stepped forward to tell Huilun about the changes in the bridge, and the master's expression did not change much from beginning to end, but Wang Changsheng couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, looking particularly melancholy.

After listening to Chief Engineer Cui's words, the master pronounced the Buddha's name, and then said: "I don't have to go to the mountain, let's go down the mountain together." ”

Chief Engineer Cui was stunned and asked, "Down the mountain, down the valley?"

Huilun said: "Actually, I have been here many years ago when I traveled, and I have been here for a few days, so I am no stranger, this Tangya Mountain is one of the former Nangan Dragon Lands, but there is a half-dead dragon here, which is considered to be half-waste."

What Master Huilun said made Xu Mubai, Chief Engineer Cui and the others all look puzzled, but there must be a thought in their hearts, that is, it sounds really awesome, and there is a feeling of uncertainty.

Kunlun Mountain is the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, the mountain range from Kunlun to Qinling that piece is divided into three major dry dragons, the middle trunk, the south trunk and the north trunk, the vein of Tangya Mountain belongs to the southern dry dragon, from the Qinling Mountains to the formation of two water and one dragon situation, here a long time ago there was an ancient country, its dragon vein is this Nangan dragon branched out, but it is a pity that when the ancient dynasty collapsed, the national teacher in order to protect the national fortune and thus used the earth qi of this dragon vein to protect the dynasty to survive, but in the end the previous efforts were abandoned, the vein of the southern dry dragon was abolished, the dragon was a half-dead end, was pressed under the Tangya Mountain。

At this point, it is a bit like the branch vein of White Horse Mountain, but the dry dragon vein here is much stronger than the branch vein of White Horse Mountain.

This vein of Nanganlong is abolished, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, but the phoenix that falls into the grass is not as good as the chicken, the dragon is the dragon, and the waste is not an insect.

Master Huilun explained: "Two waters protect one dragon, under the valley is the vein of this Nangan dragon vein, is the backbone of the dragon, the bridge pile you laid here happened to hit the backbone of this dragon, it was broken by force, and the bridge naturally could not be closed in the end."

Chief Engineer Cui opened his mouth, at a loss, Xu Mu Baiqiang held back his suspicion and asked, "What do you have to do?"

"Let's go down first......"

A group of people went around the mountain, and it took nearly two hours to go around to the bottom of the valley, and a river below started from both banks, and a total of two rows of eighteen bridge piles were made, up to about 100 meters, and the diameter of each one was at least seven or eight meters wide.

Master Huilun looked up at the sky for a long time, closed his eyes and muttered an obscure scripture in his mouth, which was the Buddha's dragon sutra, legend has it that there was an evil dragon who did evil a long time ago, and the people were unhappy with the earth, passing by the mountains and rivers that were stirred by the mountains and rivers and clouds that caused a lot of people, and finally a Buddha appeared and collected it with a scripture, so that he could not be reborn forever.

The Dragon Sutra was engraved on a stone pillar.

Master Huilun suddenly folded his hands and said Amitabha, then took a deep breath, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood on a bridge pile.

The master raised his finger and was about to stretch it out to the bridge pillar, when Wang Changsheng said faintly: "Master, why are you suffering?"

Hui Samsaran turned around and said, "The Buddha said that I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Wang Changsheng said: "The Buddha also said that hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha, is this realistic?"

"It's not realistic, but it's not important," Huilun said, "I cultivate my own heart, and I follow my heart."

Wang Changsheng frowned and didn't speak, so Hui Yan stretched out his hand and wrote a dragon sutra on the bridge pile.