The generals get along with them lightly on weekdays, and occasionally talk to each other, and both sides avoid talking about the identities that oppose each other, it seems that at this moment, in the eyes of the monks of Qinglong Temple such as Zhixiang, the generals are just an ordinary person they kindly treated, not a demon demon who they are willing to risk the world's disapproval and snatch it from the hands of the Tongtian Sect. And the generals never asked the question of why the people of Qinglong Temple wanted to save him.

Time passed like this, the minister's body got better day by day, these days, he has been able to walk on the ground relatively easily, sometimes when the morning bell and dusk drum ring, he will pull a chair to open the window, sit by the window, listen attentively, it seems that the bell and drum in the Qinglong Temple, for him, there is another charm.

During the days when he was recuperating from his injuries, only Zhixiang and Zhishan often came to visit him among the monks in Qinglong Temple, and almost none of the other monks came, let alone the big-character monks such as Master Qiushui. And because of his injuries, the generals never left this room. Except for the occasional window opening to look out, what appeared in front of him was nothing more than a small courtyard with red walls and green tiles, and a few dwarf trees planted in the courtyard.

It's just that for the generals, such an ordinary and simple small courtyard actually has a somewhat familiar feeling that has not been seen for a long time, from the day he opened the window, although it was not revealed, but in his heart, he immediately liked this place.

Listening to the morning bell and listening to the evening drums, such a calm and leisurely time, but in a short period of time, he couldn't give up and was intoxicated.

Who knows that in his heart, the biggest luxury he once had was to live such a peaceful life......

Qinglong Mountain, Qinglong Temple, in the vast and magnificent temple and pavilion, in a strange and remote corner and small courtyard, just like this, live, live, live......

"Squeak!" the wooden door was pushed open suddenly, and Zhixiang walked in alone, glanced into the room, and then fell on the general lying on the bed. The general's eyes were closed, and he didn't know if he was asleep.

Zhixiang smiled slightly, turned around and closed the door, and said to the general: "How do you feel today, is there still pain in your chest?"

The general's body moved, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Zhixiang, and said lightly: "You have to ask this sentence every time you come, don't you feel annoyed?"

Zhixiang smiled and shook his head, but he turned his gaze, but he walked to the other side of the wall, in front of the picture of the statue of the goddess Nuwa, picked up three sticks of fine sandalwood from the offering table, put them on a thin candle next to them, lit them, and then inserted them into the copper incense burner.

The light smoke rose and drifted into the air, and the statue of Nuwa suddenly became a little foggy, and the air gradually began to waft with a thin sandalwood fragrance.

Wisdom and wisdom combined, bowed to Nuwa's image three times, then turned around, looked at the generals for a long time, and suddenly said, "Aren't you here to worship?"

The general was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily looked at the portrait, in which Nuwa's face was compassionate, dignified and beautiful, with a pair of slender eyes, as if she was looking at all mortals in the world, and at this moment, she was looking at herself as if she was compassionate.

His heart moved, but then he sneered: "What do I worship her, if she really has a spirit, I don't know how many times I have begged God and the gods and Buddhas in the past, and I haven't seen them have mercy!"

Zhixiang looked at him for a long time, and the general looked at him calmly, with a sneer still on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't show any remorse. After a while, Zhixiang sighed, turned around, bowed his head to the statue of Nuwa Buddha, and said something softly in his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

The general looked at him behind him and sneered.

After the wise minister finished saluting, he turned around, the compassion on his face gradually faded, and he was replaced by a peaceful smile, and said: "I see that you look good today, and your body has roughly recovered recently, why don't we go out!"

The general was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Go out, where are you going?"

Zhixiang smiled: "Go where you want to go and meet the people you want to meet." ”

The general frowned, and then raised his eyebrows and said, "What, could it be that Master Qiushui ......?"

Zhixiang nodded and said: "Exactly, the teacher is very happy to hear that your body has recovered, let me come over today to have a look, if you are not tired, you can meet." I don't know what you think?"

The general looked at Zhixiang for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, good, good, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, I naturally want to see him, don't say that the body is well, that is, he was seriously injured that day, as long as he is willing, I will climb to see him." ”

Zhi Xiangshi said: "The donor's words are serious, please come with me." ”

So saying, he led the way, went to the door first, opened it, and went out.

The general immediately followed, but when he was about to walk out of the room, for some reason, he suddenly looked back at the image of the god Nuwa hanging on the wall, and in the light smoke between them, Nuwa was kind and smiling, and seemed to be staring at him.

The general frowned and snorted, but he immediately turned around, and without looking back, he went straight, leaving only fine sandalwood, which fluttered gently in the empty room behind him.

Walking out of the courtyard, it is a passage about two zhang long, four feet wide, red walls on both sides, more than two people high, the top is also covered with green glazed tiles, at the end of the passage is a circular arch, when approaching the arch, I faintly heard a sound outside.

The sound was quite strange, at first glance it seemed to be the sound of monks in the temple chanting scriptures, but there were other strange sounds mixed in it, some of which should not have appeared here in the imagination of the generals, such as village women gathering together to chat and talk, or believers shouting Buddha, and even faintly heard the sound of some children crying.

How could such strange sounds appear in the Qinglong Temple, which is known as one of the three great sects of the righteous path in the world?

The general was shocked and looked at Zhixiang, but saw that Zhixiang's face remained unchanged, leading the way in front of the head, and walked out towards the arch. The general frowned, calmed down, and walked out.

Outside the door suddenly opened, but only to see the white jade for the stone, the flat shop for the field, the stone layer stacks, nine for a group, connected and up to the Daxiong Treasure Palace, there is actually nine nine eighty-one groups of high. And between the jade carved railings, only to see the palace majestic, extremely tall, thirteen huge stone pillars in front of the hall rise to the sky, more than ten zhang high, the golden wall on the top of the hall is brilliant, the eight ridges are equally divided on it, carved into the shape of the dragon's head, each ridge flies the eaves before the dragon's head, impressively carved with ten auspicious beasts, the forms are different, lifelike.

And His Royal Highness's various carvings are gorgeous and exquisite, which far exceed the imagination of the world, and can be made by non-idlers. Behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall, on both sides and in front, there are towering halls one after another, between which either the squares are connected, or the paths are winding together, and some are directly connected together, layer upon layer, which is magnificent.

It's just that although this building is majestic and gorgeous, it is indeed amazing, but at this moment, the most shocking thing for the generals is not these, but on such a solemn holy place of Buddhism, there are countless mortals shuttling non-stop at this moment, countless people holding incense, kneeling and worshipping the Buddha, step square, inside and outside the hall, the incense is unimaginable.

A huge Qinglong Temple, which has a high status in the righteous path of the world, is like an ordinary temple in the mortal world, open to countless secular people to burn incense and worship Buddha.

The general had never thought of this, he understood the strange sound just now, but he was even more confused about all this in front of him. Growing up in the ancient wasteland since he was a child, he has long been accustomed to the so-called demonic style, the fairy mountain fairyland, which can only be possessed by cultivators. In the ancient wasteland, where have you ever seen an ordinary person come up to the mountain to burn incense and ask for a wish?

He turned his head to look at Zhixiang and asked in amazement, "This ......"

Zhixiang smiled slightly and said, "Today happens to be the first day of the new year, so there are more people." Although the incense in this temple is vigorous, there are not so many people on weekdays, but on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the people in a radius of hundreds of miles nearby have the custom of coming to worship the Buddha. ”

The general shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "No, I think it's strange, why do you let the people come in to burn incense and worship the Buddha?"

It seemed to be expected that the generals would ask this question, nodded their heads, made a posture of walking this way, and then walked to the back of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with the generals, and said as they walked: "In fact, the Qinglong Temple was the same as the Tongtian Sect and other gate valves, and it was not open to the world, but after my mentor Qiushui Master took over as the abbot, he and the other three uncles participated in the Buddha's teachings, made a great wish, and said: The Buddha is the Buddha of all beings, not the Buddha of my alone. So he decided to open the mountain gate to accept the people. ”

Speaking of this, Zhixiang stopped, turned around and pointed to the countless steps leading to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and said, "Have you seen that long stone staircase?"

The general nodded and said, "What?"

Wisdom and ten words: "That was when an uncle saw that the mountain road was steep, although the people had the heart to worship the Buddha but there were many weak people, inconvenient to move, and they could not go up the mountain to make a vow, so he used the great supernatural power, with the power of one person, spent ten years of work, on the originally steep mountain road to open up this Buddha sea smooth road, and did such a good deed with immeasurable merits. ”

The general couldn't help but be in awe, his face became solemn, and he said, "There is such a great senior, may I ask his name?"

Zhixiang glanced at him, and after being unexpectedly silent for a moment, he said in a low voice: "That senior uncle's name is Da Han, and he has been dead for more than ten years. ”

The general's body stiffened violently, like the word "big cold" like thunder on a sunny day, which hit his mind alive and shook him to the core.

Zhixiang looked at the general's uncertain, suddenly sad, and suddenly resentful faces, sighed, and said in a low voice: "That's it, let's go, the abbot is still waiting for us!"

The general followed Zhixiang calmly, but his originally relaxed pace had become extremely heavy at the moment. After walking a few feet, he suddenly turned back with a complicated face, only to see a crowd of people in the distance, countless people walking through the stone steps, old people, men, women, children, one by one with a pious face walked on the stone steps, chanting the Buddha's name in their mouths, as if they had walked this road, that is, closer to the Buddha.

The expression on the general's face was complicated and incomprehensible, and his hands were clenched into fists and slowly released, and after a while, he finally slowly turned his head and walked forward. The wisdom and harmony of the Buddha who were waiting in front of him did not say much.

The two of them went together, leaving only these countless believers and the silent Buddha path behind them, in the world.

This was originally the human world, and it was no longer the realm of the Demon Dao Buddha.

Walked through the Daxiong Treasure Palace, there is still a long string of temples and temples behind, Qinglong Temple is a famous family after all, and the style is not an ordinary temple can be compared. It's just that Zhixiang walked back with the generals all the way, but he didn't stop at any of the palaces and pavilions, but just walked towards the back mountain.

The general just followed behind Zhixiang all the way, without saying a word, his face was full of thoughts, and he turned a blind eye to the gorgeous and exquisite buildings around him.