Baiyun Canggou, ten years in a flash!

Caomiao Village is located at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there are more than 40 families living here, the folk customs are simple, and the people in the village mostly go up the mountain to collect firewood and hand it over to Qingyunmen in exchange for some silver two lives.

Although it is not rich, the village names have lived here for generations, and they are protected by the immortals of Qingyunmen, but they are also comfortable and carefree.

"Zhang Xiaofan, if you have a kind, you stop, don't look for your eldest brother Zhang Changfeng!"

With a shout and a little smile, under the blue sky, the children of the village frolicked and chased among the grass of the houses.

"The five of you chase me, and I'm not allowed to find a helper, I'm an idiot!"

The child named Zhang Xiaofan in front of him made a "phew", and turned around and grimaced as he ran.

Running all the way, the children gradually approached the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small grass temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how many ups and downs it has experienced.

Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush over, only to see a boy sitting on the threshold of the broken temple with a string of Buddhist beads on his body, almost in his early tens.

Compared with those cheerful children outside, his immature face has a pair of deep eyes, and his body is filled with a sense of dignity and stability that is completely inconsistent with his age.

"Big brother, what are you carving?"

Zhang Xiaofan came to the boy with Buddha beads and sat down, put his elbows on his knees, held his head and stared at the wood in his hand without blinking.

At this time, the children who caught up also stood quietly a meter away and watched quietly, as if this was a place where no war was allowed, and no one dared to disobey it.

"Xiaofan, for you."

After a while, the boy with the Buddha beads put down the carving knife and handed Zhang Xiaofan a statue composed of four figures with a smile.

These four figures are two large and two small, a peasant couple each holding a teenager standing side by side, the two boys are Zhang Xiaofan and the young man with Buddha beads, and the faces of the four people are contented and happy.

"Thank you, big brother, you can also teach me to carve wood, maybe I can take it to the city to exchange money."

Zhang Xiaofan took the wood carving with joy on his face, and stroked his fingers along the texture left by the carving knife on the portrait, as if he couldn't put it down.

When the other children heard this, they quickly said, "Yes, teach us too......

Carving is a meticulous job, how many of these children really have this kind of perseverance, but it is just fun, three minutes of heat.

The young man with the Buddha beads got up, shook his head slightly, and smiled silently.

At this moment, from the corner of the exit of the village, a Buddha horn sounded, and someone said: "Amitabha Buddha, such a natural Buddha nature, I can't imagine that there is such a strange thing in the world."

The children looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw an old monk walking in, looking at the young man standing with beads, his wrinkled face full of smiles.

"The kid has seen the master!"

The young man wearing the Buddha beads waited for the old monk to come closer, and then smiled and saluted.

When the old monk saw that he was so polite and young, he seemed to like him more and more, and said, "Little donor, what is your name?" ”

The old monk was dressed in a shabby robe, and his whole body was dirty. Only holding a string of jasper prayer beads in his hand, it was crystal clear, dazzling, and a faint blue light.

The strange thing is that among the dozen or so green jade prayer beads of the same size, smooth and clear, there is also a non-jade and non-stone, dark purple color, dull and dull round bead.

When the young men saw him dressed strangely before before, they couldn't help but show curiosity, Zhang Xiaofan instinctively pulled the corner of his brother's clothes and asked, "Hey, who are you, why have I never seen you?" ”

The old monk glanced at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he turned to stare at the young man with Buddha beads and asked: "The poor monk is called Kongzhi, little donor, you haven't answered the old man yet." ”

"The boy's surname is Zhang, and his name is Changfeng."

"Zhang Changfeng?" The old monk muttered, then pointed to the golden Buddha beads hanging on the young man's chest and smiled: "Little donor, where did you come from?" ”

Before the boy could speak, a boy named Jing Yu among the children rushed to say: "I heard the aunts and uncles say that this is born, and he came out with him in the womb." ”

If it were an ordinary person, it would be just a child who listened to the words of an adult, but the old monk suddenly bloomed in a pair of cloudy eyes, stepped forward and touched the top of Zhang Changfeng's head, and said solemnly: "Little donor, you are born with Buddha nature, and you are destined to have a fate with Buddha in this life." When the poor monk sees you today, it is also the will of God, are you willing to worship Lao Qu as a teacher and enter Tianyin Temple to practice? ”

"This ...... What is Tianyin Temple? ”

"Tianyin Temple is a Buddhist sect of cultivation, and Qingyunmen and Incense Valley are the three major schools of righteousness, aiming to punish evil and kill demons and maintain the common people."

Punish evil and slay demons or something, a group of children don't quite understand, but the meaning of the three words Qingyunmen, they know better than anyone else, and they are all surprised and excited all of a sudden, "Tianyin Temple and Qingyunmen are juxtaposed, that means you...... You're also an immortal, can you fly, can you shine? ”

"The immortals are ashamed, but the spell will be a little", the old monk smiled slightly, his hands were gently folded, and a slightly warm and peaceful golden Buddha light shone like the big sun ring behind the Buddha, illuminating the entire grass temple in front of the bright, the children were both excited and surprised, and their mouths let out bursts of exclamation, clapping their hands and looking at the old monk's eyes, full of envy.

"Little donor, are you willing?" The old monk looked at the young man named Zhang Changfeng again.

Although the young man is more mature than other children, he is also full of longing for the legendary immortals and spells, but he seems to have some concerns in his heart, so he hesitates: "If you can worship the immortal gate, the disciple is naturally willing, but ...... The family still has parents, and the second elder must agree. ”

"It's okay, the little donor just take the poor monk to meet your parents, and the old man will convince them."

The old monk saw that the young man had agreed, and a smile on his old face was like a flower, as if all the happy things in the past ten years had gathered at this moment.

The Zhang family lives at the end of the village, so it is not far from the broken grass temple, the simple peasant couple listened to the cause and effect, and the complicated color appeared on their faces, obviously hesitating, so they said goodbye to the old monk, and the couple closed the door to discuss.

"Master, what do you think about this?"

"To tell the truth, it is naturally a good thing, and being able to worship in the fairy gate is also a blessing for Changfeng's child. It's just that...... If it's Qingyunmen, I naturally have nothing to say, but it's a Buddhist door, so it's a monk! When the child's mother entrusted him to us, we can't let the family die, right? ”

"I'm also worried about this, I can't be a bad person, in case the child gets his mother back in the future, we really can't explain it."

"But Changfeng, this child's temper, you don't know it, no one can persuade him to do what he has decided. The other is that if the other person's mother finds it back and knows about it, she thinks that we have broken the child's fairy fate, and then it will be even more impossible to explain. ”

"It's not good for the left, it's not good for the right, you should still have to give someone an explanation."

"Forget it, let the children make their own decisions."

"That's the only way, I've heard that Buddhist disciples can also return to the world......"

………………

After the couple expressed their position, there was no obstacle to the apprenticeship.

That night, the old monk took the young man back to the Broken Grass Temple, ready to shave him and name him, he seemed to be very nervous about this disciple, and he didn't want to wait even a night.

"As soon as you enter the Buddhist gate, you will break off the fate of the dust, the name Zhang Changfeng has become a thing of the past, the second generation of disciples of Tianyin Temple is the Dharma generation, and the teacher will give you the Dharma name today - Dharma Heart, I wish you to see the nature of your heart, as always."

"The disciple remembers the Master's teachings."

The old monk stroked the top of the young man's head gently, and the strands of hair fell down one by one, and the young man's eyes were clear, and he had a feeling...... Worshipping in Tianyin Temple seems to be his natural mission!

The sky grew dark, and the earth was gradually enveloped in darkness.

In the middle of the night, two teenagers sat on the threshold of Caomiao Village and looked up at the stars.

"Brother, why do you want to go with the old monk, isn't it good for the family to be happily together?"

"Of course, but I don't belong here."

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes widened and said, "What do you mean, I don't understand!" ”

Fa Xin touched his little head and said with a smile: "You will understand in the future, take good care of your father and mother......"

At this moment, there was a sudden thunderstorm, and I saw the wind and clouds, and the black clouds rolled in the sky in an instant.

The wind and rain are coming, and there is a killing intent.

Suddenly, another lightning bolt burst through the sky, this small grass temple standing alone in the wind lit up, the old monk did not know when he had also stood at the door of the temple, blocking the two teenagers behind him, with a serious face, raising his eyes to look at the sky, his eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter.

In the village to the west, I don't know when a black gas has risen, as thick as black ink, surging endlessly. The old monk stood in the grass temple, staring at this black gas.

Suddenly, the black gas rolled up, swirled up, and went straight to the outside of the village, coming in the direction of the grass temple, extremely fast, and it was coming in a blink of an eye.

The three of them, one old man, two young people, looked at each other, and saw at a glance that there was a child among them, who was Lin Jingyu, who had seen him during the day.

The old monk's face sank, and he didn't hesitate anymore, and he didn't see how he behaved, and his thin body rose from the ground and plunged straight into the black qi.

In the darkness, a slightly surprised voice came: "Huh? ”

With a few muffled sounds, the black qi stopped and hovered over the Grass Temple. The old monk held Lin Jingyu under his ribs and slowly fell, but a piece of the robe behind him had been torn off.

Through the faint light, I saw Lin Jingyu's eyes closed, his breathing was steady, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or fainted.

The old monk put him down, looked up at the black gas in the air, and said, "Your Excellency has a profound Taoism, why do you attack ignorant children, just afraid of losing your identity?" ”

A hoarse voice came from the black air, and said, "Who are you, dare to meddle with my affairs?" ”

Saying that, the man in black snorted, holding the sword trick in his hand, stepping on the seven stars, walking seven steps in a row, the long sword pierced the sky, and there were words in his mouth:

"Nine Heavens Xuansha, turned into divine thunder.

Huanghuang Tianwei, lead it with a sword! ”

As soon as the words fell, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly surged, the thunder rumbled, and the edge of the black clouds continued to flash with lightning, and the heavens and the earth were slaughtered, and the wind was fierce, and then a terrifying thunder descended from the sky and fell on the sword of the man in black.

He shouted, and with all his strength he flicked his wrist, and the thunder sounded, and the terrifying lightning on the sword shot towards the side of the Broken Grass Temple. Along the way, the grass, trees, bricks and stones, all of which shook and flew, leaving a deep scar, and the scene was like the end of heaven's punishment, which was extremely terrifying.

Faced with this, the two teenagers felt their hearts beating violently, as if all the blood in their bodies was flowing backwards in an instant, their hands and feet were weak, they couldn't breathe, and under the huge thunder sword power, they involuntarily flew backwards, and then they were completely faint in the violent shock!

"Is it really destined for this catastrophe?"

Before Fa Xin fell unconscious, the gaze in his eyes suddenly changed, and in the whisper, he seemed to let out an inaudible sigh.