Outside the city of Chang'an

White Horse Temple

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"Here we are, North Wind." Master Yi Heng said as he walked by holding Beifeng's hand.

"This is the White Horse Temple?" Beifeng looked at the magnificent hall pagoda in front of him, and was really a little surprised, after all, he had only seen a place like the Queen Mother's Palace.

"Hahaha, the old man can't lie to you, hey, do you see it?" Yiheng pointed to the three words of the White Horse Temple and laughed.

Beifeng ignored him, he had already been attracted by this place of Buddhism, and looked east and west.

Yiheng carried the north wind through the atrium and walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the glazed tiles were dazzling, and the sound of chanting lingered.

Beifeng saw a group of monks sitting in front of the main hall chanting, and wanted to go over to join in the fun, but was pulled by Yiheng.

"Come with me"

"Oh......"

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The main hall is resplendent with gold, and there are a group of monks on both sides, some holding sticks in their hands, some holding knives, and all kinds of things.

"Abbot Yiheng, are you back?"

"Oh, yes, where else would I go?"

“……”

There were constantly people coming to ask for warmth, which suddenly made Beifeng feel a little sad in his heart.

Soon there was silence in the hall, and everyone returned to their places.

Yiheng stared for a moment and sat on the abbot's seat.

"The old man went to settle down to investigate, the situation is very serious, and only one person survived in the entire city!" When Yiheng said it, the people below were incredible, and in the minds of Beifeng, who was standing on the side, it was like what had just happened, and it was staged over and over again.

"Abbot, this kid...... I won't ......" asked Master Ichiba, one of the four vajra of the White Horse.

"The junior brother guessed correctly, it is the young man here." Yiheng looked at the north wind who was in a daze and smiled.

As soon as these words came out, there was an exclamation below, how could it be possible, a city was gone, how did he survive? This has become a common question for everyone.

Yiheng guessed everyone's thoughts and patted the north wind.

"Tell me about it, kid."

"Say what?" The north wind was a little dazed.

"Tell me what happened?" Yiheng nodded at him, giving him some sense of security.

"Oh, there was a group of strangers who suddenly came to the city, and then there was a plague, and a lot of people died, and then somehow, the Queen Mother's Palace fought with these people, and I don't know what happened, and suddenly there were many more people......" Beifeng said to himself, a little incoherent.

"How did you survive?"

"......" Beifeng turned his head slightly.

"What's wrong?" Everyone asked in unison.

"The Nine Heavens Xuannu saved me, do you believe it?" Beifeng laughed bitterly at himself, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The north wind shivered a little.

"Beifeng, you're tired too, you go to worship the Five Organs Temple first, don't think too much, everything has cause and effect. Ci'en, Cihai, take the north wind and arrange a place to stay. Yiheng looked at the two junior brothers with a smile, and the two of them also responded: "Yes!" ”

Beifeng looked at the two of them, and it seemed that they were brothers. He looked at it carefully, well, it's okay, the two are not much different, and their looks are similar, so it seems that they can't be wrong.

"North Wind Donor, please!" The two of them are one on the left and one on the right, and they are very polite.

Beifeng nodded, and followed the two of them towards the outside of the hall......

"The two junior brothers will stay for a while, and the rest will disperse." Yiheng waved his hand.

When everyone dispersed, except for the eighteen Arhats, there were only three people left in the hall: one constant, one leaf, and no tree.

Yiye and Yiheng are brothers in the same class, and later, Yiye traveled all over the world, and did not return for many years, Yiheng took over the position of the abbot, but fortunately, Yiye Yunyou returned, and did not make it difficult for the senior brother, the two also had a tacit understanding, and the White Horse Temple was run decently, and there was also a place in the rivers and lakes.

There is no tree, and he is also a constant junior brother, but it's a pity that he comes from a side door, and he has always been a maverick, since his master, he likes to be alone, and he does everything alone.

Nowadays, the most famous masters of the White Horse Temple except for a leaf, no tree, is just out of the mercy of grace, Cihai, these two people did not become a monk in the White Horse Temple, but traveled here to stay, is a foreign monk, but, as long as the Buddha in the heart, which temple does not keep me?

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"Two junior brothers, can the younger brother of Jingtai be returned?" Yiheng asked.

"Not returned." Yiye said slowly, shaking his head gently, helpless against this junior brother who didn't grow up, and Wushu on the side also smiled bitterly.

"Alas......" was speechless.

"Senior brother, that kid just now ......" Yiye turned the topic to Beifeng.

"To get back to the point, it is a miracle that this child survived, and I am compassionate." Yiheng began to think back to what Beifeng told him on the way back.

"It's a miracle." Even people like Mushu began to be surprised.

"Yes, the reason, I'm afraid only she knows? ...... "Yiheng stroked his beard and thought about it."

"Isn't Mo the Palace Master of the Flower Glasses?" Kazuha seems to know something.

"Then why not save the others? What about the Mirror Palace Master himself? With her skills, she can't save everyone and protect herself. Wushu turned his head and questioned Yiye.

"This ......" was a moment of speech.

"That's the point, I went to see the Queen Mother's Palace, but I didn't see a single body, obviously I was late. I asked the north wind, and he didn't seem to want to mention it. Yiheng's eyes are like torches, as if he has insight into everything, but he is full of doubts from time to time.

"And what about this kid?" Wushu asked a very realistic question.

"That kid has some ambitions, he's just recuperating in the temple for a while." Yiheng explained.

"Either way. However, I'm afraid the matter of Jingzhou is not very simple......" Yiye nodded and glanced at Wushu.

"Hmm...... Truly...... Two junior brothers, and come over with their ears ......"

Yiheng approached the two and whispered.

"This ......" the two of them were taken aback when they heard this.

Yiheng smiled.

"So be it."

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In the kitchen

The gobbling Yanbei wind swept away the fallen leaves, and he was stunned that he even ate up his share of Ci En Ci Hai, and Ci En Ci Hai on the side looked helpless.

Beifeng was eating fragrantly, and when he saw Yiheng and several masters walking in, he quickly wiped his mouth.

"It's okay, it's okay, can you eat well?" Yiheng hurriedly stopped the north wind who was about to get up.

"Okay." Beifeng said indifferently, and Ci En Cihai on the side squeezed his eyes and pointed to the mess on the table. Seeing this, Yiheng stroked his beard and smiled.

"Let's recuperate in the temple these days, Beifeng can treat the small temple as his own home, and there is no need to be restrained." Yiheng bowed slightly, and said very gently.

Beifeng didn't speak, looked at the treeless tree and a leaf behind Yiheng, and nodded.

"Then I won't bother you, the old man is going to give a lecture, Ci En Cihai, you will accompany the little donor for a few days." Yiheng instructed, Ci En Cihai was slightly embarrassed, but he had to nod his head.

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The weather is getting colder and colder, there is no sun in the morning, and the earth is covered with a thin veil.

A few sparrows were chirping in the yard.

This is the guest room of the White Horse Temple, and it is located in the deepest part of the temple, on a high platform on the mountainside, and you can overlook the entire White Horse Temple.

Ci En Ci Hai and the two rushed to the guest room, climbed more than a hundred steps, and the two of them did not change their faces, and they really practiced.

As soon as they rushed to the high platform, they saw the north wind standing under the tree quietly overlooking the White Horse Temple. The thin back is a little weak, and the old tree has already fallen leaves, and only the sparrow is the company.

"North Wind, North Wind, it's time for breakfast." Ci En Cihai shouted.

The north wind woke up from his daze and turned to walk towards them......

Just now, he wanted to understand something.

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"Jianghu, it's begun."

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The days pass so fast, and it has been a while since I came to the White Horse Temple, listening to the monk's chanting every day, and the north wind is already a little impatient.

On this day, after lunch, Ci'en told the north wind that the abbot was looking for him. After lunch, the muddy north wind arrived in the treasure hall.

"You're here." As soon as I entered the door, a familiar voice came.

"Hmm." Beifeng looked around vigilantly, and realized that in addition to those Arhats who looked like dead people, there were only the White Horse Four King Kongs. One less, of course.

"I came to you to ask Beifeng about your plans for the future?" Master Yiye was the first to speak, and Yiheng looked at Yiye and fell on Beifeng.

"I'm leaving the White Horse Temple." Beifeng thought to himself, since people asked so, then just order it and let people rest assured.

"Don't get me wrong, the poor monk just wants that if the donor has nowhere to go, it is better to stay in the White Horse Temple, and we can be regarded as having a fate with the donor." Yiye heard the dissatisfaction in Beifeng's words and hurriedly explained.

Yiheng on the side glared at him, thinking that he knew that he was stupid, but he had to say it.

Beifeng looked at Yiheng and shook his head slowly.

Yiheng also knew that this would be the case, so he smiled and gave up.

"Well, if you don't want me to wait, you won't force it. It's just that you will be alone in the future, and you are still young, how to deal with this sinister world? Yiheng asked a question that caught Beifeng a little off guard, causing the two junior disciples to nod their heads again and again.

Beifeng suddenly realized his weakness, and the people standing in front of him were all masters, and the rivers and lakes were sinister, wouldn't I be like this...... Thinking about this, he was a little nervous.

Yiheng saw the north wind with wandering eyes. Walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Child, you and I are destined, you will not die in great calamity, God is destined, the old man has neither gold gifts, nor chariots and horses, so I have to teach you two or three fists and feet to defend yourself against the enemy."

Beifeng was stunned for a moment.

The next morning......

"Where is this...... Yes...... It hurts! The north wind slowly opened its eyes.

"You wake up, don't move, your meridians are weak, you need to rest in bed, you can't move." Ci En Cihai looked at the north wind distressedly.

"Ah......h

"It's okay, I've already taken Vajra Pill, I just need to recuperate." Ci En Cihai comforted.

"Oh." The north wind didn't know why, he felt a little swelling pain in his head, and he only remembered that he said yesterday that he wanted to learn some kung fu, but somehow he didn't wake up.

Ci En Cihai and Cihai saw that the north wind was in a daze, and they were about to speak, but the north wind took the first step.

"What's wrong with me......" Beifeng slowly looked up, wanting to know what had happened yesterday.

"Yesterday, the abbot taught you the internal skills of my temple, but you suddenly fainted for some reason, and the abbot thought that your body was too weak to bear it for a while. Therefore, I had to give up for the time being. "The round face of mercy is really irresistible to laugh.

Beifeng nodded thoughtfully.

"Internal strength?" He asked.

"Yes, thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground." Cihai touched his pointed chin.

"Sure enough......" Beifeng looked up to the sky, gloomy, and it was a little sad.

There are some cobwebs on the beams, and the age can be counted.

"What's wrong North Wind, what do you really mean?" Cihai squeezed his eyes, as if he had found something.

"Oh, nothing." Beifeng glanced at him in surprise, and fell asleep on the couch by himself, no longer speaking.

Seeing this, Ci En and Ci Hai didn't want to be bored, so they said goodbye and left.

However, it is said that in the White Horse Treasure Hall at this time, Master Yiheng is discussing Buddhism with several senior monks.

"Abbot!" Ci En Ci Hai stood side by side outside the door of the main hall and saluted.

"Hmm...... In. Yiheng sighed slightly.

The two of them were shocked, and it seemed that the old monk was a little unhappy.

"Abbot ......"

"How's the little benefactor?" Yiheng still has some worries about the north wind in his heart.

"It's fine, I'm sleeping."

"This kid is strange to say." Yiheng looked at Master Yiye.

"Yes, he can't inherit the internal strength of my temple? But it was a miracle. Yiye nodded heavily.

Ci En Cihai didn't know why, and he didn't dare to say much, so he had to listen quietly.

"Senior Brother Wushu, what do you think?" Yiheng turned his head to look at Wushu again.

"Or not!" Treeless didn't seem to care too much.

"Well, since the old man has spoken the truth, there must be no falsehood." Although Yiheng didn't say it thoroughly, he was not stupid without a tree, and instantly understood Yiheng's thoughts.

The White Horse Temple is quite wide, so it is also built with great care, flowers and plants, pavilions and pavilions, it is also very beautiful.

The temple under the sunset is like the light of the Buddha, which is extremely solemn and does not lose its color.

It's still the same bald tree, and now, there are not even sparrows.

The north wind looked into the distance, unconscious.

"What are you looking at?" Ci'en didn't know when he stood beside the north wind, and he also looked into the distance.

"I'll leave tomorrow." As soon as these words came out, he almost didn't let Ci'en fall.

"Why do you want to leave all of a sudden?"

"I'm afraid I'll fall in love here." Beifeng said it seriously.

"Oh...... Hahaha. Ci'en was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Well, it's up to me to come and go." Ci'en looked at the north wind and understood in his heart that although the person in front of him was young, he had a big heart.

"Where's Master Cihai?" The north wind was a little strange why the two didn't come together today.

"Oh, he's been sent out by the abbot to find the Master of the Mirror Tower."

"Mirror stand...... Master ...... "The north wind muttered to himself.

"Yes, he is one of the four masters in our White Horse Temple, and he is still very young, and Cihai and I have only met him once." Ci'en struggled to remember.

"Why?" Beifeng thought to himself that a monk would not stay in the temple and run out to find someone, but it was really majestic enough.

"Hahaha......" Ci'en smiled bitterly. You don't know, when Cihai and I met him, he had long hair and beard, and he had already escaped into the red dust. ”

"What!" The north wind shouted, but he didn't expect the white horse monk to ......

"For this reason, the abbot and several uncles were angry and couldn't go out, and Uncle Jingtai was also angry and swore not to return to Baima!" Ci En seemed to remember that at that time, he and Ci Hai had only been in the temple for a few days.

"Then why did Abbot Yiheng still ask at that time?" When Beifeng remembered that when he came, Yiheng seemed to be still asking the mirror platform.

"In the past, Abbot Yiheng loved Uncle Jingtai the most, he was young but very profound, and it was said that he could have a tie with the two uncles of Yiye Wushu. Later, because he was accepted to practice since he was a child, he didn't ask about the world, so in order to hone him, Abbot Yiheng let him travel all over the world and return within a three-year period. Ci'en paused.

Beifeng was listening attentively, and suddenly paused, bringing him back to his senses.

"Oh, it's getting dark, so why don't you stay with me and tell me about the past." The north wind was piqued with curiosity.

"Hahaha, it's fine." Ci'en calmly agreed.

The two entered the wing room, sat on the ground, and the north wind stirred the charcoal fire in the hall and boiled a pot of strong tea......

"Beifeng, are you going to stay awake tonight?" The rich aroma of tea came to his nose, and Ci'en asked jokingly.

"The story of strong tea is a good match." The north wind is light and flat.

Mercy was silent.

"Where did you just go?" Mercy is ready to continue.

"Three-year period." The north wind reminded.

"Oh, three years later, Uncle Jingtai is back."

"Already in the red dust?" North Wind asked.

"Yes, it's stiff. Since he left again, he has never returned. Ci'en picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"So Abbot Yiheng still misses him very much."

Ci'en glanced up at the north wind and nodded.

Beifeng also happened to meet his eyes, stunned for a moment, and suddenly his body shook, as if he understood something.

Seeing this, Ci'en finally smiled.

“…… Hahahaha. Beifeng smiled, but shook his head again, and swallowed the whole cup of strong tea in one gulp.

"And then ......" Cien breathed a sigh of relief, ready to continue his story.

"Later, the mirror platform became the old man's demon." An old voice came, startling Ci'en who was sitting, and Beifeng was also startled and hurriedly got up.

The two of them looked at each other, and it turned out that Yiheng was already standing outside the door.

"I don't know if the abbot came here late at night, it's rude." Ci'en was a little flustered.

"Master......" Beifeng is nothing, he saluted slightly, and invited Yiheng to take a seat.

Yiheng came slowly, and Ci'en hurriedly poured tea.

"Sit down." A constant beckoning.

"Master, please have tea." The north wind sends a cup of tea.

"Well, the tea is strong and bitter" took a sip and put it down.

"The master came to me late at night, and I don't know what advice I have." Beifeng asked leisurely.

"I heard that the little donor is leaving tomorrow, and the old man can't break his word, and I'm afraid that the little donor will say goodbye without saying goodbye......" Yiheng said more and more quietly.

Ci'en sensed something, and silently poured a full cup of tea and handed it to Yiheng.

"How did the abbot know that I was leaving tomorrow?" Beifeng was very curious, he only said it to Ci'en, and no one else knew, could it be that the master had an ear for the wind?

"At ten o'clock in the evening, the old man was in front of the palace, and unfortunately he happened to raise his eyes and saw the little donor standing against the tree, so he felt in his heart."

"I see...... Beifeng admired in his heart, the master deserves to be a master, this can be felt.

"I couldn't do it before, so I had to give it away." As he spoke, he took out an old but well-preserved scripture book from his bosom.

"This is ......," Ci'en's eyes lit up.

"This is the "White Horse Sutra", which is written by the old man over the years, bringing together some of the experiences and insights of these old men, whether it is the practice or life, all in it, I only hope that the little donor can live in vain and learn one or two." Yiheng said very heavily, as if he was expecting something.

Ci'en was a little surprised, and he felt that these words sounded familiar.

"Thank you...... Guru! "The north wind bows.

"In this case, the old man has his mind done, so don't bother, mercy, go back with me." Yiheng got up and wanted to leave.

"Yes, Abbot......" Ci'en looked at the north wind and stood behind Yiheng.

"Farewell......" Beifeng bowed deeply. watched the two leave.

After a long time, the north wind sat down, the tea in the pot was boiling, and the night was deep.

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The long staircase seems to have no end.

"Ci'en, Lao Ge saw the neon sunset yesterday and felt that it was beautiful."

"Yes."

"Is it returnable?"

“…… Good?! "I didn't feel the tears that flowed down my eyes......

Invade the sedge, don't know the bright moon silver moth, put out the fire.

On this day, it was very late, the clouds were thick, and the pressure was irresistible.

In the room, the north wind was packing up a simple salute. He looked out the window, it was really not a good weather, he shook his head silently, and sighed slightly.

Suddenly, he froze.

"No, why didn't you chant at this time? It's a little strange that Grace didn't come either. Beifeng was a little surprised.

He thought about it, and suddenly there was a sense of uneasiness that passed through his heart like a bolt of lightning. He quickly put down the clutter in his hand and ran out.

It was still the old tree, and I thought it would be a sparrow in the dark, but it was a crow that caught my eye.

The north wind walked to the tree, looked down on the temple, only to see the treasure hall candles bright, the Buddha flags flying, all the monks gathered in front of the hall, standing quietly.

Knowing that something big had happened, the north wind turned around and ran out......

Inside the Treasure Hall.

Eighteen Arhats stand solemnly!

Quiet, surprisingly quiet.

One leaf, no tree kneeling quietly in front of the Buddha statue. Something was in Ci'en's arms, and it seemed to be heavy, making him twitch a little.

"Wow, ......" a trot like the wind.

Breaking through the waves of the crowd, the north wind seemed to have guessed something.

Sure enough, when he leaned against the heavy frame of the temple door, he finally saw what was in the bosom of mercy. I saw the tears on his face.

Beifeng's legs were weak, and he leaned against the door, as if it was yesterday, he was still in the main hall watching the master talk eloquently. As if it were yesterday, the master walked with him in the field. Just like yesterday, the master had a late-night tea conversation with him.

"Bang!" A heavy punch that creaked at the door frame.

No one stood in the way.

"North Wind...... Again...... Bye-bye...... Well? ......" Ci'en's trembling voice made the north wind even more sad.

"Good!" It was crisp and neat, making Yiye look back in surprise, and he looked at this young man with some surprise. There was indeed sadness on his face, but there was no confusion, and there was even more appearance.

Wushu's heart trembled, and he silently recited the scriptures.

The north wind paced forward and knelt down.

Bangbang Bangbang three rings, no more words! Get up and retreat and go.

Ci'en frowned, very puzzled, but helpless.

Seeing the north wind blowing away...... The monks also looked at each other.

As the north wind walked, he couldn't see the suspicious faces around him, and his eyes were a little ruddy.

He picked up his baggage and stepped out of the temple gate.

"Little brother, by asking, what happened in the temple??" A young man who looked like a scholar stopped the north wind.

Beifeng looked up and felt that people in white robes were always pleasing to the eye. He nodded kindly.

The young man noticed the teardrops in the corners of the eyes of the north wind.

"What's going on? But bullied? The young man looked at it carefully.

The north wind shook his head, he was a little disgusted by the strange concern. The young man was suspicious, but he had no choice but to give up. He hugged his fists and thanked him, and walked into the temple with light steps.

Beifeng was stunned for a while, and for a while, there was nowhere to put his feet.