Six years ago, the North Sea dragon rioted, causing floods and killing and injuring countless fishermen in the North Sea.

In the end, the imperial envoys were alarmed, but they still failed to subdue the source of their trouble.

Until the imperial court envoy turned to the holy place of Buddhism who had lived in the mountains for a long time, the contemporary abbot of the Buddha Temple, the abbot of Wuyuan.

So the abbot of Wuya sent his junior disciple, and Master Wuxin led his disciple to surrender the trouble.

The battle of the demon eradication in Beihai is also the battle of the Buddha Temple of Bitterness, one of the three abbots, and the famous battle of the master of Wuxin.

The journey to the North Sea, the master and apprentice of the sea of flowers, traveled long distances, and traveled thousands of miles.

Master Wuxin's face was calm, his eyes were looking at Ling Yun, Luo Xi's staff under his feet, and he rose a foot against the storm, and the three of them stood on it.

The three of them stood on the edge of the coastal reef, watching the fisherman's farmhouse destroyed by the waves on the side, all of which had been reduced to broken bricks and rubble.

"Master, the person who heard the letter is making trouble here, it is a black-headed dragon with scales and claws as hard as steel, and likes to eat children's human flesh, so demonic, it should be strangled as soon as possible!"

Master Wuxin is the youngest of the three abbots in the Buddha Temple of Bitterness, if you look at it from a secular point of view, the age is about thirty or more middle-aged people, plus Master Wuxin is thin and dignified, when he is young, he can be regarded as a handsome posterior.

At this moment, he had no intention of hearing the apprentice's speech, sighed, raised his right hand, and revealed the Buddha bead in his right hand. "You, you, it's a good thing to kill too much, and it's good to be jealous and hateful, but my Buddha is compassionate, even if it is a thousand knives, it also depends on where it is inserted, the Buddha saves people, not saves people. ”

Hearing this, Hua Hai replied as if he understood rather than understood. "Amitabha, then, master, let's hurry up and get rid of that monster. ”

"Amitabha, the son can be taught, teachable. It's a pity that, according to the clues, this North Sea dragon will only come out to move in the middle of the full moon, when the turtles are calling, and the seabirds are coming back, and there are still seven times before the next full moon tide. ”

The monk patted his head and shook his head, as if he was thinking of something.

"Then we can prepare in advance, prepare. ”

Master Wuxin nodded slightly, his dark eyes flashed with a ray of essence, "Hmm."

It was raining on the side, and the rain was ticking and beating on Wuxin's shiny and smooth bald head, just like a monk usually beating a wooden fish.

The rain kept falling, getting heavier and heavier, and although Wuxin's clothes were all soaked, his expression was like a budding daisy wrapped in spring light, smiling, containing but not leaking.

The Wuxin master with a big bald head sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering speechlessly, silently reciting the Heart Sutra in his heart, and truly achieved the two forgetfulness of things and me, and the two clearness of the earth.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wuxin suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and said to the two people on the side,

"Everything is practiced, if it is the cause, if it is the effect?"

What the seven difficulties thought in his heart, the master must have asked about the matter of the North Sea, so he replied.

"Is the cause of the rebellion of the North Sea Jiaolong, and is it the effect of being subdued?"

"If you can't do it?"

"It is also a fruit, good flowers bear bad fruits, bad flowers bear good fruits, flowers bloom and fail, turn into spring mud, and grow endlessly. ”

"However, I have done the Buddha's business, and the next thing is for the worldly people to do. ”

"What is the thing that a secular person should do?"

"Hide from the rain, you two fools!"

As soon as the unintentional words fell, he rolled up his trousers in Errao's stunned expression, ran away, stopped under a broken wall, and twisted the water at the corner of the clothes.

Unintentionally looked at the two guys who were still dazed in the rain, stupidly, stomped their feet angrily, and waved to the two, and the two reacted and ran to the dilapidated eaves together to hide from the rain.

"A lot of things are not as simple as the surface, after we traveled, up three feet, there has been a golden-winged Dapeng bird watching us, now the dark clouds cover the sun, I only stayed until the thunderclouds gathered, lightning and thunder, the Dapeng bird returned, before coming in to hide from the rain. The rest of the matter, you just have to listen to me carefully."

With the unintentional description, the expressions on the faces of the Seven Tribulations and Huahai gradually changed from stunned to shocked, unbelievable, and finally with a resolute face, this matter will finally have a conclusion.

It turned out that this trip to Beihai was just an opportunity for the master to get rid of surveillance.

"Then this demon, can we get rid of it?"

"Except, of course, you can't run for nothing, no. ”

No fourth person knew about the secret words, and soon the rain cleared, and the sun shone straight down through the clouds.

Wuxin put his hands together again, looked up, his eyes seemed to pass through the clouds, and then retracted, looking at the sea where the waves crashed on the shore, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and another sentence, "Amitabha~"

There are still seven days before the tide of the full moon, and the heavy rain has stopped, and the three of them still need to find a place to stay and make some careful preparations.

I don't know how long I searched, and I finally caught the living man in the south, and then I found out that seventy miles south of this coast, there was a village, which had not been built for a long time, and it was the village formed by the survivors of the previous coast residents.

So the three of them rushed to this side of the village, came to the entrance of the village, only to see a stone pier standing next to the entrance of the village, one side was chopped by a giant axe, and the three big characters of Hengqi and Vertical Ao were engraved on it, fishing village.

Seeing these three horizontal and vertical characters, the three of them all smiled, as if there was a person who named himself, and it was a person, the same reason.

Just as Qiyan and Huahai raised their feet and were about to cross the village, they saw Wuxin stretching out an arm in front of the two.

"Slow ~ This situation and this scene, I want to chant a poem for the teacher~Ah~"

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust. ”

Unintentionally, he folded his hands and recited a Buddhist poem that was very in line with his identity, and then waited quietly.

When he was out of the house, he couldn't lose the pomp, so he gave the two apprentices a confused and confident look, which made the two of them realize for a while.

Sure enough, as soon as Wuxin's words fell, a rough man in coarse linen clothes with a cattle slaughtering knife popped out of the village, with a face like a heavy jujube and eyes like a copper bell.

"Monk, what you just said, I didn't hear clearly, you go aside. ”

This rough man, when he opened his mouth, he was like a broken gong, and his voice was very noisy. It was because the faces of the three of them were stagnant.

Wuxin turned his head and gave a look, signaling the seven difficulties to go up and talk, so the seven difficulties had no choice but to reply hard, repeating the words of the unintentional party, and before he could explain the meaning of the poem, he saw the man on the opposite side jumping like thunder.

"My master is talented, Bodhi has no tree"

"What? I'm a waste? What did your master return?"

"No, no, it's that Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. ”

"What, you will come if there is a kind? Okay, you stinky monks, don't you have the guts. ”

Just when the grumpy man with bad ears was about to make a move, a hehe sound came.

A white-bearded old man, leaning over and holding a catalpa cane, walked slowly towards the master and apprentice.

"Who is the master, do you chant poetry here? ”

"Village chief, these monks are going to fight against me!"

Everyone is full of black lines, and there is no way to talk about this

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