In the south of the continent, the withered yellow barren grass is like a sea, boundless, dodging and writhing wildly in the dark. They were crying for help, they were about to be crushed, and there was a breath from the Black Sea on the other side of the sea that made the continent tremble. That puff of black smoke is tirelessly impacting the ancient seal, it has strengthened its strength, and it seems to have reservations, wanting to rush back to the world from hell, but it doesn't want to attract the scorching sun that can destroy itself, and it is also like a show, as if it is disguised for some purpose, but it is only deliberately exerted, but there is no determination to break through.

In the barren grassland like the sea, there is a temple, even if it is shrouded in darkness, it is still strict and cheerful, and the spirit is magnificent. It stands in the dark, handsome, generous, neat but not rigid, gorgeous but not delicate, simple air all over the top and bottom, showing a different kind of vitality, like a fully armed barracks, at any time there will be thousands of warrior monks rushing out to resist the danger that threatens the entire wilderness.

In the center of the temple, stretched and unassuming, is an extremely luxuriant yellow fruit tree, its leaves are yellow and withered, but it never falls. The branches of the tree are thick and strange, growing crookedly, and countless red ropes are tied to them, like the long-cherished wish of countless deceased masters. Huang Guoshu began to tremble, and the handsome little monk on patrol came over with a lantern. This yellow fruit tree has not moved for several years, how can it shake today?

In the memory of the little monk, no one has ever seen it fall leaves, and no one has ever seen it sprout, it always loses dead leaves overnight, and it flourishes overnight. Today may be a special day, because the lantern is extinguished, there are no lights around, but the little monk clearly sees the host standing under the yellow fruit tree.

Dressed in a cheap robe, with a wooden stick in one hand that is a Zen staff, the old monk with a snowy beard is extremely old, but the little monk is kind enough to have no separation from him, just like seeing his grandfather.

The little monk clasped his hands together and stood beside the host, watching him raise his hand and point to the yellow fruit tree.

"This yellow fruit tree has buried countless souls, and now it is restless again. ”

"Is it because of the wind?"

The white monk is coming of age, and he is less tacky, and he looks even more handsome. But the answer he said made the host shake his head slightly, and his extremely long white hair also shook.

"Miao Xuan, there is no wind today. ”

"Why is the wasteland outside moving?

Miao Xuan is the name of the little monk, and he pointed to the tree and watched the thick branches sway in the dark night. But the host smiled and shook his head again.

"The wasteland didn't move, the trees didn't move, just the heart. ”

Miao Xuan didn't understand, and said truthfully:

"Host, I don't understand. ”

"The Black Sea is almost unstoppable, and our Tanghua Temple will fight to the death. ”

The host is extremely calm, he is a high-ranking monk who has attained the Tao and has become a living Buddha, so naturally he will not worry about this. When Miaoxuan heard this, he became nervous and looked south.

The usual night has now become a big mouth swallowing the abyss, in which something is born, will he die? He doesn't like anything, so he wants to be a monk, chant sutras and sweep the ground, count the stars and light the palm lamp, and then erect a few sticks of incense in front of the Buddha, which is excellent.

"When?"

"Hmm...... Heavenly secrets must not be revealed. ”

The host laughed a few times, and when he grinned, he had no teeth in his mouth.

"I thought it was now. ”

"What if it is now?"

"If the black smoke rushes in now, Xuan Miao is willing to take a step ahead of his brother. ”

Raised the wooden stick in his hand and knocked on the top of Xuan Miao's head, the sound was unusually crisp, like a ripe watermelon.

"Yes, good melon. ”

"Host, are you talking about my brain?"

Iron head gong is a compulsory course for the monks of Tanghua Temple, so the host does not hurt at all.

"It's autumn, and there is no watermelon, so naturally it is your brain melon. ”

Xuan Miao smiled, and it was a happy thing to be praised by the host.

"Host, you haven't told me yet, why hasn't the wasteland moved, the yellow fruit tree hasn't moved, but my heart has moved?"

The host no longer plays tricks, and slowly talks about mysteries.

"The wasteland and the yellow fruit trees move because they are afraid, but what you see is their appearance, isn't this heartbeat?"

Nodding as if she didn't understand, Xuan Miao followed the host and walked to the high platform next to the yellow fruit tree.

"Host, didn't Master tell me why this high platform is higher than the Buddha in the hall?"

"He doesn't tell you, I'm afraid he doesn't know, you don't have to keep asking, just come and ask me. ”

"Thank you. ”

On weekdays, the host is the most popular, and the four old monks who walk in the world in Tanghua Temple no matter where they go, they must bring some special products to the host, either tea or famous snacks. Xuan Miao had nothing to host, so she could only stand behind him and listen to his teachings very carefully.

"The Buddha is in the heart, not in the hall, not in the Tanghua Temple. So anything can be taller than it, but nothing is as tall as it!"

This sentence was understood mysteriously, and the host seemed to be clear, so he did not dwell on this issue, but stopped at the top of the high platform and took the entire Tanghua Temple into his eyes. There are no begonias in the Tanghua Temple for a long time, just like the world is full of two-legged ghosts, there are very few people, either eaten, or standing on a high mountain, retaining their hearts.

Following the host's gaze, Xia Xiao looked south. There is the Black Sea in the south, and there is a howling wind in the south. The wind came from the sea, blew all the way through the wasteland, causing countless barren grasses to bend their waists, and then rushed to the front of Tanghua Temple.

The wind was blocked, and the Tanghua Temple faded the veil of night in an instant, revealing the golden Buddha light. The light of the Buddha shines, covering the entire Tanghua Temple in an instant, and also illuminates it, in which the bricks and tiles fade away from the mortal dust, and the monks of the entire temple are awakened when they are dazzling.

The southern sky is even darker, and this darkness is always spreading, as if it is about to swallow the Tanghua Temple. But it always exudes a power that is difficult to contaminate, and the black is difficult to get close to. The river is as distinct as this, half of the sky is dark and frightening, and half of the sky is warm and bright.

Under the early dawn of the sky, the mysterious bald head was very bright, he looked at the darkness not far away, and asked the host.

"That's the black smoke that hit the Black Sea?"

"No! It's just a hint of his thoughts, the real him, he won't come out now, now is not the time. ”

As the host spoke, the dry hands were put together, and the sky changed in a moment, and the Buddha's light became stronger in a moment. This little golden Buddha light drives away all the evil in the world and makes the darkness retreat.

A tug-of-war began, and the two sides were the host of Tanghua Temple and a trace of black smoke's consciousness. The latter is weaker, gradually retreating, returning to the mysterious place after the South China Sea, after the Black Sea. It was only five minutes after the Buddha's light appeared, but the monks in the temple had already put on white plain clothes, sat cross-legged outside the room, and chanted sutras on the spot.

In the sound of chanting, the rapid vision of the sky has faded. But the real dawn is very close.

"Demons always want to harm the world, and we just need to resist them. ”

Walking down the steps, the host said:

"When the demons in the world are gone, you can also return home. ”

"Xuan Miao was picked up by Master from the battlefield, and I grew up in Tanghua Temple since I was a child, and this is my home. ”

"This is my home, not my final destination, but I've found it, and you have to find it. ”

"Host, where is your final destination?"

"Otherworldly. ”

Touch your head slightly, and if you have hair, you must scratch it vigorously.

Walking past the yellow fruit tree, Xuan Miao stopped with the host, and then turned around to look at the big tree. The big tree has a strange appearance, and the leaves are falling and falling to the ground.

The host glanced at it and was about to leave, but Xuan Miao froze in place. Master said that when the leaves of the yellow fruit tree fall, the soul under it is angry. Even Vajra Bodhisattva has an angry appearance, not to mention the soul under the yellow fruit tree. They must be very tired of the black smoke!