It has been said since ancient times that 100,000 years is an epoch, and from one day three years ago, the tenth epoch officially began. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But who can really live that long?

Even the Nine Xuan powerhouses whose Dao skills have reached the heavens can only live for a thousand years at most.

Therefore, the so-called epoch theory has never existed only in the canon, and although many people know it, no one will take it seriously.

Except for the remote Buddha gate that has been there traces throughout history.

For example, the little monk.

After Chen Guyu left from the main city of Daijiang, the little monk also set off, but he did not follow the three of them far, but went straight to an ordinary small town in Daijiang Realm, saying that it was a town, but in fact it was no different from a village, but because of its remote location, there was only one place where there were people, so it was still called a town on the map of the main city of Daijiang Realm.

On the east side of the slightly dilapidated cottage there is a dilapidated temple.

"Uncle Shi. ”

The little monk came to stand outside the temple, saluted, and then waited quietly, as if there really was the so-called Buddhist power in this dilapidated place.

I don't know how long it took, but there was finally a noise in the temple, and then an old monk came out - a blind old monk.

Dressed in a black monk's robe, stained with stains and putty, he groped for the walls with his eyes closed, and tentatively walked out of the doorway.

"Uncle Shi. The little monk shouted again, but did not go up to help.

"What are you doing here?"

The old monk stood still, raised his head, as if he felt the sun rushing on his face, very comfortable, so he grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow spot teeth, looking ugly.

The little monk stepped forward and said directly, "Uncle Shi, I met that person." He went to the judges' meeting, and I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. ”

"If you can't do it, you can't do it, what else do you want? Don't force some things if you can't do them, you have such a stubborn temperament, is it possible that the old guy Huibei taught you. ”

The little monk was silent and hesitated: "But...... That's what I've always been a Buddhist mission. A month ago, bodhichitta was moved, and it was determined that this was the knot of all kinds of causes and effects. That's why the nephew hurriedly went down the mountain. ”

"Mission? It's useless!" The old monk spat and said disdainfully: "Those old turtles have been squatting for so many years, what have they found? Those Taoist temples have only been around for thousands of years, but they are above my Buddhism one by one, and it is not that group of old things who have caused trouble? If it were me, there would have been no Taoism in this world for a long time!"

Listening to the old monk's swear words and insults, the little monk folded his hands and kept chanting Nan Wuself Buddha, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The old monk scolded for a while, felt bored, stopped talking, glanced at it and said: "Delusion, I think you are good, and there are no messy thoughts in your head, come and follow me, Huibei can't teach you that old thing!"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but shake his head: "No, no, uncle, don't say such things, master, he will be angry!"

"Okay, why are you coming to me?"

Speaking of business, the little monk said: "Uncle, this time I will also go to participate in the evaluation of the general's platform, I see that some bad things may happen, at that time, if I can't do it, bother Uncle Shi to help me!"

"Aren't there those old fellows of the Daomen, even though we have an average relationship, they won't stand idly by!"

"But if it is...... These things are about them in the first place?"

The old monk was silent and said solemnly: "What did you 'see'?"

"Hmm. ”

"Is it really him?"

"Yes!"

"If necessary, I'll do it. ”

The little monk bowed eleven times: "Thank you, uncle." ”

The old monk sneered: "I don't want to help you, I just want to show those old things that I am the right one!

A murderous aura suddenly struck, but it quickly disappeared, and the little monk felt a pang in his heart, knowing that the contradiction between the senior uncle in front of him and the elders in the door was afraid that it had reached the point of life and death, but it was not good to say much, hesitated, bowed and turned to leave.

The sun was shining, shining on this dilapidated temple, and the old monk tilted his face slightly, showing a faint smile, and did not say anything about the departure of the little monk.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, a childish voice came to mind.

"Master, why did you come out again, you have bad eyes, what should you do if you fall?"

It was a young village boy who spoke, dressed in a linen robe, who quickly ran over and grabbed the old monk's arm.

The old monk showed a very happy smile this time, and said in a very gentle voice: "Haha, Aqing, I came early today, have you had breakfast?"

Ah Qing raised his face and looked at the old monk: "I've eaten it, it's a baked cake cooked by my mother, come to the master, this is what I secretly hidden, it's delicious!"

As he spoke, he took out a still hot baked cake from his bosom and stuffed it into the old monk's hand. The old monk was stunned for a moment, touched the warm temperature, his heart was slightly in a trance, and said with a smile: "Then thank you Aqing, the master is very happy!"

"Hmm. ”

"Let's go, come, today the master will tell you a story. ”

"Hmm, master, what's the story?"

"It's a story from a Buddhist scripture, once upon a time, there was a big tiger......"

……

This is Chang'an.

The vast city stands on a vast plain, surrounded by mountains, and it stands quietly there as if it has been waiting for thousands of years. The walls are made of dark red stone bricks, dozens of meters high, and so wide that you can't see the edge at a glance, as if there are continuous red mountains.

Chang'an has a total of four city gates, southeast, northwest and northwest. And the west gate is the main gate, the city gate is made of fine rosin wood, and above the city gate, it is the word "Chang'an" written by the Tang Emperor himself.

According to legend, thousands of years ago, the Tang Dynasty was established, the capital was Chang'an, the first generation of Tang Emperor relied on the void, faced the wind, and carved these two words with extremely powerful Dao power, which has not been dispersed for a long time. For thousands of years, Chang'an City has undergone seven or eight minor repairs and three or four major repairs, but these two words have never dimmed their color and are still shining. The Dao power contained in it was something that some weak cultivators didn't even dare to look at directly.

In the city of Chang'an, it is divided into thirteen avenues. The first four are the residences of the palace and dignitaries, and the last nine are the residences of the common people. And the venue of this evaluation will be held in the imperial city of Chang'an First Road.

At this time, not far from the city of Chang'an, along the official road and walk for half a tea time, you can see a small road on the side of the road, where stands a stone stele, the stele has no words, only a light remains. The trail winds upwards until it reaches halfway up the mountain, and the white mist is blurry, and it is impossible to see what is inside.

It was a towering mountain, with countless dangerous peaks on the mountain, rugged and straight, and under the shroud of mist, there was a faint fairy music coming out.

If someone wanted to follow the trail to see what was on the mountain, a few guards would suddenly pop up from the side and stop him. Because this is the first forbidden place in Chang'an, no one can enter. They are the Imperial City Guards. And these secret guards, even the weakest, have the requirements of page 7 of the Sutra.

They guard this mountain and everything that is on it.

Although they are not needed in terms of strength, what if they disturb the heavenly people?

There is the view of light, the strongest view of light in the world!

It is also the only Taoist temple in the world of Ziyao that is connected with the world, and it guards the Tang Dynasty.

Because, behind the Xichuan Empire, the opponent of the Tang Dynasty, there is a faint shadow of Buddhism......

Through those fogs, we can see the whole of the view of light. Beyond the mountain gate, to the east, there is a continuous group of palaces, and behind the temple, there is a magnificent mansion. Of course, there is no main hall in this mansion, there are only gardens, rockeries, and flowing water.

This is the abode of the Holy Maiden of the Bright Temple.

Yang Qixi stood in the garden, looking at the peach blossoms falling from the sky, and there was an emotion called longing in the patches of red.

I haven't seen him for three years, but luckily he still came.

This time, we must let the Judgment View let him out, since the Judgment Concept can only give him a nameless identity of a third person, then come here, at least the Bright View does not have a Holy Son yet.

Thinking of this, Yang Qixi couldn't help but show a touching smile.

By the way, I heard that I encountered some trouble in Daijiang City, a monk from Buddhism?

Thinking about the news she got not long ago, Yang Qixi's smile gradually turned cold, and a trace of fierceness appeared on her pretty face, and behind her, a large red canopy faintly appeared, and then disappeared into this mansion.

It was a huge temple, shrouded in a dazzling light outside, flickering constantly, and countless inscriptions hovering in between, indicating a strong prohibition. However, Yang Qixi still went straight in, the red robe on his body shone slightly, and all the palace doors opened.

In the inner hall sat an old woman, who was cross-legged in the air, with a brilliant light beside her, as if she was wandering in a spatial passage.

Yang Qixi stopped, saluted, and said, "Master!"

The old woman opened her eyes and looked at her quietly, but suddenly said, "Your heart is upset." ”

Yang Qixi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly gathered his thoughts: "Master, there have been a lot of things recently, and I hope the master can do me a favor this time." ”

"Tanabata, is he here?"

Somehow, this old woman's answer is always not the right question, but she can see through the essence at once, as if she can understand what others are thinking.

For example, this time, between just a few words, the old woman seemed to know about Chen Guyu's existence.

Yang Qixi's face was a little red, and he said slightly ashamedly: "Yes." ”

"What do you want to help him?"

Yang Qixi thought for a while: "I heard that people from the Buddhists of the General Taiwan Conference will also participate in this meeting, and I want to do something at that time." ”

"Is it because of Dai Jiang?"

"Hmm. ”

"I disagree. The old woman refused lightly.