The sunset has been to the west, the red and bright like rouge obliquely illuminates the thousands of mountains and ravines under the earth, the dangerous peaks of the continuous and strange are like the undulating giant snakes that are cut into thousands of sections by sharp axes, the east and west are crooked, and the cliffs are thousands. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The rugged cliffs of info shine in the sunset, as if the blood of huge wounds is flowing, which is shocking.

But in the middle of a flat valley between the peaks, a dense forest of black oppression, the white mist shrouded it, and the glow of the setting sun fell on it, all of which disappeared inexplicably, as if a huge mouth was hidden in the forest, swallowing up the afterglow of the setting sun.

The forest was silent, no birds, no insects, not even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

But at this moment, in the depths of the jungle, there are two figures, an old man and a young man, walking freely in the forest, two pairs of feet stepping on the thick dead leaves piled up on the ground, squeaking, like stepping on the tail of dusk.

The old one was a monk, dressed in a gray robe, with white eyebrows, and a tired expression, and his white-soled shoes were already in tatters; the young one was also a monk, carrying a big shabby burden behind his back, and his body was thin, although he was also tired, but his eyes were clear and transparent, shining brightly, like a lamp that could not be extinguished.

"Master, have you found your way?" After walking silently for most of the day, the young monk finally frowned and broke the silence, as if he could not bear it anymore, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction.

"Purify your heart, be patient, there will always be a way. The old monk looked at the thorny vegetation of the jungle around him, and answered the question.

"Master, the monks don't speak, the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore, now we have time to go back. The young monk called Pure Heart pouted.

"Pure heart, since you have become a monk and have no home, let go of the worries in your heart, you can see the Buddha, go back, where can you go back?" replied the old monk tepidly, his voice tired, but determined.

The young monk was speechless and closed his mouth, but he was muttering in his heart: "It's still the same old rhetoric, knowing that I am an orphan, and there is nothing new." ”

But before the thoughts in his heart could completely slip through his mind, the old monk stopped, his eyes fixed on a steep barren grass slope in front of him, and a pale black vine stretched out of it. The vines were the thickness of a bowl, like a black snake lying across the grass.

The grass on the slopes is fresh and green, contrasting with the dark grass around it.

The young monk was a little strange, and stepped forward and pushed the old monk: "Master, that's not a snake, you won't be tired and dizzy, right?" ”

With that, he was about to walk. But the old monk grabbed him, took a slight breath, and said in a deep voice: "It's still early for the old man to be dizzy, let's go over for the teacher first, you stand still first, and then you will leave when the teacher has passed." ”

With that, he walked cautiously along the high part of the slope.

His front foot had already stepped over the black vine, but his back foot inexplicably tripped on the black vine, the black vine moved, and the old monk's body rolled down the steep slope like a piece of wood without warning, and fell into a deep pit covered by wild grass under the steep slope.

The young monk was taken aback, and hurriedly crawled to the ground to rescue, only two steps to the edge of the pit, but couldn't help but gasp, the old monk fell into the deep pit is more than a foot deep, unless he has a rope, otherwise, don't want to rescue the old monk with his bare hands.

"Master, are you alright? Why, why is this happening? That unconscionable man is digging a hole here. Zhang Han was extremely anxious, but he could only stand on the edge of the pit and shout.

The old monk was already mostly covered with sand and mud, and he was disgraced, but he was in danger and said in a deep voice: "Pure heart, don't panic, open the burden on your back." ”

The young monk hurriedly reached out to touch the burden behind his back, but suddenly found that his back was empty, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "Master, the bag and burden are gone, what should I do?。。 ”

The old monk was slightly surprised: "It's gone, wasn't it still on your shoulder just now?"

The young monk cried and said with a sad face: "Master, Master, I was obviously carrying it, but it disappeared all of a sudden, it's really a ghost. As he spoke, he looked around helplessly.

The old monk sighed slightly, and said slowly: "Pure heart, don't panic, the burden may have fallen halfway, you hurry back now and look for it, go quickly." ”

"No, Master, I'll find a rope to pull you up first, money and other things. The young monk was so nervous that he stammered a little when he spoke.

"Pure heart, it's not a matter of money, go find Master's baggage, the treasure map is still in it, go!" the old monk said firmly.

The young monk hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to follow the old monk's words and find the burden first.

"Pure heart, remember, it's best to find the package before dark, we don't want to go out from here, if you still want to live, hurry up and find it, go quickly!

This was the last thing the old monk said to Zhang Han, and after speaking, he pretended to be calm and calm, sat down leisurely, closed his eyes and settled down, and didn't even let go of a stinky fart.

Treasure map? Yes, without a treasure map, everything is meaningless! The young monk calmed down, turned around, climbed up the slope, and ran back the way he had just come.

The sun was already sinking to the cliffs to the west, which meant it was getting dark.

Time was short, and the young monk turned around in this dim and dense forest for most of the time, constantly digging around the ground covered with thick branches and leaves, and was so tired that he was panting, but he was stunned that he couldn't even find a single mouse hair.

The gray monk's robe on his body had been cut several times by the thorn bushes, his palms were covered with grass and moss, and the monk's shoes and socks were all wet, sticky and greasy together, as uncomfortable as he was! The leaves that appeared out of nowhere in the woods were like ghost hands constantly slapping his still somewhat immature face, and there were a few fine blood marks on his white cheeks, and there were a few fine blood marks from the branches and leaves between his white cheeks, and the sweat was all over his head, and he grinned in pain.

Now, he really wants to scold his mother. Of course, it was the mother who scolded the old monk.

But he still had to desperately look for a needle in a haystack in this hellish place, looking for the tattered package.

In fact, he and the old monk had been walking in this ghostly forest for a whole day and a night, hungry and hungry, and they couldn't even distinguish between the east, the south, the west, and the north.

He regretted more and more that he had listened to the old monk's words. On the day when the imperial court promulgated the "Edict on the Destruction of Buddha", he should obediently return to the world. He is still young, only a little over fifteen, and he is not even the military age set by the imperial court, and he still has a bright future.

His real name is actually Zhang Han, he is an orphan, and Pure Heart is his current legal name.

Zhang Han felt that the most unlucky thing in his life was that he met this old monk when he walked out of the White Horse Temple, that is, the master he was with now.

I don't know if this old monk used some tricks or ecstasy, the left sentence of "Buddha Yuan", the right sentence of "Baoxiang" praise, he was stunned by his vulgar thoughts. The old monk also had a treasure map on him, saying that it would take him to another world far away from the world, where there would be endless glory and wealth for a lifetime.

Of course, he paid more attention to the burden on the old monk's body, although it was a little tattered, but it contained a lot of silver ingots and dry food.

In these years, it was enough to have a master who could eat and be full, this was what he thought at the time.

So, Zhang Han followed the old monk to this ghost-like place in a daze, and worshipped the old monk as his master and helped him carry his burden full-time.

But in the end, the old monk's last words were too lethal, and his treasure map hid an unknown world.

Zhang Han has long been tired of today's world, and always dreams of one day being able to find a peaceful world to live a stable life, and he doesn't want to see a large group of homeless people fighting for a little bit of rice, nor does he want to see corpses everywhere, let alone wandering around like a homeless puppy like he did before he became a monk.

So when he fled from the village, Zhang Han's first choice was to be a monk. Because he heard a storyteller on the street say that the Buddha has three thousand worlds, golden agate everywhere, and seven treasure mandalas everywhere, and as long as the heart is sincere, everyone can move there to live.

That's what he did.

As for what the Buddhist scriptures say about the six purities, the four emptiness, and so on, it is too profound, and he has never understood it.

Later, he finally understood that even if he was sincere, he might not be able to move to the world of Buddhahood. Since he can't, of course, he can't say whether he believes it or not, being a monk for a day, hitting the clock for a day, eating, drinking, and Lazar, and getting by! Anyway, Zhang Han never thought that he could become a Buddha, so he had the right to be a mixed meal.

If he had known in advance that there would be such a ghostly forest waiting for him today, and he would have been like a hungry little mouse looking for some tattered baggage in the woods, he would ******not have even been a monk in the first place!

While he was thinking angrily, in a slippery grass, Zhang Han stepped on the air and rolled down a steep slope, falling all over the stars.

Zhang Han scolded and got up, but suddenly found a faint golden light shining in the grass in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, making sure it wasn't a sign of hunger.

It was a golden ribbon with a worn-out scroll tied to it, and nothing else.

Zhang Han was overjoyed in his heart, this must be the old monk's thing, because he had seen it. The package is missing, and it is a great luck to be able to find one or two items!

He was just about to reach out to pick up the scroll on the ground, when suddenly a dozen long vines rolled up on the ground without any signs, wrapping around his hands, feet and limbs. Zhang Han didn't even have a chance to shout, so he was hoisted into the air by a long vine like a snake.

Zhang Han was shocked and frightened, thinking that he had hit some trap set by the robbers, and hurriedly shouted loudly to the shadows of the trees around him: "Brothers, I am a monk, Amitabha! As the saying goes, if you go out and meet a monk, you will be unlucky, you better let me go, I promise to turn around and leave, you will never bump into my broom star." ”

The woods are silent. Everything looks like a prank.

Could it be that Lao Tzu didn't meet a robber? Zhang Han said secretly.

Before his mind could be found, the long vines wrapped around his body tightened his body like countless long snakes, dragging him slowly towards a large tree with intricate roots. At this time, Zhang Han suddenly saw clearly, the whole big tree shook and contracted like a monster, and the huge trunk cracked a gloomy tree hole, like a hideous bloody mouth.

Zhang Han was so frightened that he almost didn't pee his pants, could it be that he had met a tree that could eat people? He had read the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" in the temple, which recorded a lot of plants that could eat people, and he regarded it as a myth and legend, it turned out that there really was such a man-eating tree in this world!

As soon as he realized the seriousness of the problem, he struggled desperately with all his strength.

But at this time, he was already like a small insect entangled in cobwebs, unable to move, and could only watch his body move towards the open hole in the big tree trunk little by little.

"Master, help me, I've been caught by the man-eating tree!" Zhang Han was so frightened that he cried and screamed.

The cry was really spiritual, and at the moment when his thin body was about to be dragged into the hole of the tree by the man-eating tree, a sharp blade flew from the depths of the woods with a faint blue light, and with a "boom", the long vine wrapped around his body was cut off.

Zhang Han fell heavily on the ground covered with thick leaves, and the dozen or so long vines retracted their long tentacles like injured octopuses, burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Zhang Han laboriously picked up the remnants of the vines on his body, but before he could get up, a pair of green embroidered shoes were already in front of him.

"It's stupid, it's not a man-eating tree, it's a tree spirit!" At the same time, a crisp silver bell rang in his ears.

Zhang Han raised his head, and in front of him was a tall and tall beauty covered with green vines, with a blue crescent scimitar diagonally stuck in her back, and even her hair was green, like a beautiful green elf coming out of the woods.

She looked at Zhang Han with a smile, and the clothes on her upper body were a dress made of emerald green vines horizontally and loosely woven, full of wildness, mottled hollows, snow-white and attractive skin and round twin peaks were shockingly exposed.

Needless to say, it was the green vine girl in front of her who rescued herself when she was in danger.

"Sister Beauty, thank you for saving your life!" Zhang Han hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to her.

"Sister Beauty, your mouth is so sweet, is your sister also called by you?" said the green vine girl with a smile.

Zhang Han brushed away the remaining vine leaves on the top of his head, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm younger than you, of course I'm going to call you sister." ”

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be a little monk, Gege, a little bald head, so good at talking at a young age, you can't be a fake monk, right?" The green vine girl opened her mouth to laugh, the vines on her body trembled so much that they almost fell, her towering chest was turbulent, her round buttocks were tight, and her unbridled wildness was full of charm.

Zhang Han swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his whole body was inexplicably hot, if it weren't for the girl in front of him or his savior, he had already thought about it in his mind at this time, and replied: "Sister Beauty, I'm not young, I'm sixteen, I'm from Datang, what about you? Where are you from?"