I have saved many lives, whether on Hong Kong Island or in Dunhuang, or even in the days when I traveled around the world. But those things don't seem to have anything to do with today's situation.

The words of the man in front of me were full of mystery, and for a moment, I couldn't even figure out the exact meaning of it.

I calmed down and stopped asking, but silently waited for the other person to speak again.

The monastery was very quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the rustling of the northern wind over the spires of the towers.

"Figured it out?" He finally spoke.

"Go to the mountains and worship the mountains, enter the water and worship the water, enter the countryside and follow the customs, and the wind changes with the people." I replied.

These few sentences are "cuts in the rivers and lakes", and they are applicable everywhere.

"Come with me." He nodded and walked out of the stone pavilion.

At the same time, the three people behind him also left the stone pavilion and walked in the other three directions.

Strangely, this man took me the way back.

As I passed the place where the sweeping monk had turned to ashes, I looked to the side of the road and saw only a small pile of blue-gray dust on the ground.

The broom used by the sweeper was thrown aside, and it was very dilapidated, and in many places it was tied with strips of wire cloth.

I stopped, bent down to pick up the broomstick, and swept the ashes of the sweeper aside.

"Do what?" The man asked, turning his head.

"Even if a person is as humble as a speck of dust, his ashes should not be trampled on by others." I replied.

"What you're doing, there's no point." He shook his head.

I responded with two proverbs from the Buddhist scriptures: "Sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and gauze lamps." Those masters with outstanding virtue still abide by such precepts, let alone my generation? ”

For a long time, Zen Buddhism's "virtue of good life, the idea of not killing" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Especially in the Central Plains, this culture of virtue has penetrated into everyone's hearts, even those Jiangyang thieves who kill people without blinking, also understand this truth.

"Really? That's just the truth of manifesting religion and transforming the world, we are here in the hidden sect, and it is best to turn into a person and fly away, without a shadow and without a shadow. So, when you take a broom and sweep it, you have fallen into the inferior class. The man said.

I lowered my head and swept all the ashes of the sweeping monk under the wall.

Here, the ashes can at least pass away with the wind a little bit, and will not be trampled on by anyone's footsteps.

Among the six realms of reincarnation, there is a saying that "stepping on one foot means that there will be no reincarnation in ten lifetimes", so those who are extremely vicious in the world often dig up the coffin and whip the corpse, cursing the deceased for eternity not to enter reincarnation.

In doing so, I am giving a "humanoid ant" one last ride.

No matter what others say, I only do what I have to do.

The man watched quietly until I put down my broom.

"Let's go." He said.

I followed him into another fork in the road, flanked by frescoes, and a bluestone sculpture every short distance.

It was sunny outside, but there was no blue sky or sun to be seen in this temple, and everywhere was shrouded in a hazy blue-gray mist.

"Very few people come to this temple, and for the capital and the northern powers, the temple is like an ant under the feet of a giant, dispensable. It's just that those who believe in it and those who stick to it have never forgotten their mission, which is to wait for an earth-shattering magma eruption. The man whispered.

"I know that many schools of thought covet this place, and everyone may be waiting for an opportunity." I say.

I didn't mention the name of the Ghost Kingdom or the Queen of the North Sea, none of that mattered, the only key now was to find a way to eradicate the macaque species.

"Yes, an opportunity." He nodded.

We crossed a heavy two-foot-high threshold and entered a large hall with a net height of more than ten meters. On both sides of the main hall, there are stone carvings of more than ten meters, and at the end of the eye, there are towering steps and wide offering tables.

Now, we are at least thirty steps away from the offering table, and I can't see what is on the offering table, but I can feel that it doesn't feel like we're on earth.

It felt strange because I was still stepping on solid bluestone slabs, no different from the ground outside. However, I felt the aura of the gods and Buddhas, as if the stone statues on both sides could be resurrected in an instant.

"This is what it looks like here, someone once came in and was so scared that I had to drag him out. What about you, how do you feel? The man asked.

I didn't answer, just silently followed him.

When I got to the bottom of the steps, I looked up and saw seven tablets on the table, lined up from right to left.

"What answer do I want?" I asked.

"Without an answer, I can't tell you anything, I can only lead you here." He said.

"However, you should have had clearer instructions when you brought me here." I felt anxious in my heart, and suddenly I couldn't hold back my impulsive emotions, and my voice instantly raised.

"My mission is over." He stepped back slowly, then turned.

I jerked my hand and grabbed his arm.

For a moment, I felt as if I was dazzled, because my right hand actually passed through his body, grabbing and grabbing into the air.

It turned out that his body was just a phantom, seemingly existing and non-existent.

I took three steps back, stabilized my emotions, and immediately threw my hand at him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too reckless." ”

I had met Guru Tamma Sheng who had been transformed into smoke before, and I knew that only a person with a high level of Taoism could reach this state of abandoning his skin.

Although the person in front of me is a phantom, I believe that he is not just a shadow, but the inevitable result of long-term practice, and his ideological height is not inferior to that of Guru Tammasheng.

"There's nothing to apologize for, Your Excellency's adaptability is too strong, and when you encounter this kind of change just now, you were just stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal. Very well, very well, I haven't seen a young talent like you in about three hundred years. He smiled, and strode out of the hall.

I bowed deeply to his back and watched him slowly walk away.

"Since 'turning into phantom smoke' is an inevitable stage of practice, then, whether it is Han Buddhism, Tibetan Buddhism, Sutra, Hidden Buddhism, Tantra Buddhism, or other metaphysical schools, at some point, all practitioners will enter into 'ethereal' and far removed from the real world. In this case, is there still any point in practice? Is there anything else to look forward to in the future of a practitioner? I asked myself, and suddenly I was unwilling.

Practitioners strive to become "better, stronger, and wiser", but have Guru Tammasang and the shadow practitioner just now achieved their goal? Are they happy or sad when they are in this state?

I can't imagine the feelings of the above two, and if it were me, I am afraid that it would not be easy for me to cross the threshold of "discarding the skin".

I walked up the steps until I reached the offering table.

The spirit tablets are made of ink-colored jade, six of which have characters and the last one is blank.

Although it is said to be a "word", it is a faction that I cannot recognize, and the strokes are like dead branches and grass.

The only thing that made me feel familiar was the penultimate spirit tablet, which was carved with a golden hoop with a double cloud head.

Usually, this golden hoop is the headdress of the Monkey King in mythological stories, and was given by Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea. As soon as the scripture taker Tang Xuanzang recited the mantra, the golden hoop would be tightened, so as to control Sun Wukong's irritable temperament.

The front of the spirit card was facing outward, and I reached out and rubbed it, and found that there was also handwriting on the back of the spirit card. However, the spirit card was extremely heavy, and I wanted to hold it up and look at the other side, but I couldn't move it.

In addition to the ordinary fruit bowl offerings, there is also a crystal bottle in front of each spirit tablet, which is filled with emerald willow branches.

As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't get any more information from the table, so I could only turn around and look out at the stone statues on either side.

Of course, the stone statue will not move, and even if the carving is realistic, it will not be resurrected.

"Why are you here? What secrets are hidden here? "I thought about it over and over again, but I didn't have a clue.

"It's stupid, it's stupid, and when you get here, you can't find anything. Alas, how can this be? How can this be done? Suddenly there was a voice from under the table.

I lifted the gray curtain of the offering table and saw a bald little monk sitting inside, no more than ten years old, with a childish look on his face.

"Hey, you've been looking left and right, why can't you remember to look under the table?" He glared at me with a look of hatred on his face.

"Who is Your Excellency?" I asked.

"Who am I, I don't do your business. Now, since you have come to ask for the abolition of the six-eared macaque, you have to listen to me honestly. Okay, now, pull me out first, it's really stuffy under this offering table. He said.

Although his body and face are young, his voice and tone when he speaks are old-fashioned, like a middle-aged man over fifty.

I grabbed the little monk's hands and carefully pulled him out.

The top of his head was level with my chest, and his chubby hands exposed outside the cuffs were clutching a string of sandalwood rosaries on each side.

"I can solve all your problems, but you have to solve my problems first. My trouble is the enemies outside the city, and the piles of chariots. He said.

I couldn't help but be stunned, the crisis of Magellan's squad had just been resolved, and Legin was here, so there was no need to worry about a strong enemy attacking outside.

"It's okay out there." I say.

"What do you mean it's okay?" The little monk asked in surprise.

"The Einsatzgruppen sent by the Americans will not cause us trouble, I came with their leader Legin and the spy eagle queen, and we have formed an alliance and advanced and retreated together." I replied.

"The United States? What are you talking about? The little monk shook his head, "I want your help to destroy the besieging German troops." What are you talking to me about the Americans, is it useful? They are struggling to support themselves in the Pacific theater, how can they have the spare power to take care of the affairs of the Northern Alliance? ”

I was also surprised that after World War II, Germany was confined to the Defeated Nations Pact and did not develop its own armed forces. By now, there was almost no military force on the territory of Germany, and it was impossible to send troops abroad, let alone besiege the capital of the great northern powers.

"Wait, we don't seem to be talking about the same thing? You go on, what the hell is going on outside the city? "I reminded him in time to make his words clear, so that the two people's ideas would not become more and more opposite.

"The Germans have sent five reinforced brigades from the Tsar's birch forest to the west of the city, and their vanguard has now entered the forest and is expected to pass through the birch forest in two hours and invade the inner city. Now, I order you to go out and go on a killing spree and wipe out all the Germans who enter the birch forest. The little monk said loudly.

I see, he is not talking about the current war, but the defense of the capital during World War II.

The curtain of the offering table was not lowered, but it was empty, and there was not a single soldier of the German troops, nor the shadow of an armored fighting vehicle.

I boldly imagined that "now, under the offering table, you can fly to the capital of World War II." ”