"More than 20 years ago, your father Meng Yin took you to Tiantuo Temple, placed your mother's ashes in the main hall of Jizo Bodhisattva, and begged me to chant sutras and pray for your mother."

"My mother's ashes are in the Jizo Bodhisattva Hall of Tiantuo Temple?" Meng Xiang burst into tears instantly, he was a little surprised and a little excited.

"Hmm." The Hollow Master nodded.

"Why haven't you told me for so many years?" Meng Xiang almost questioned.

Facing the Buddha statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Master of Hollow continued: "You were only three years old at the time, and you could just walk and talk. Your father told you about it again and again, and he was not allowed to tell you anything about it until you were an adult. Originally, I wanted to wait until you were 18 years old to tell you all about it, but when you were 14 years old, your father suddenly came to visit and asked you to leave Tiantuo Temple, saying that you had more important things to do in the future. ”

"Is that the year I left Tiantuo Temple?"

"Yes, it's the year you left Tiantuo Temple."

"Then why didn't he see me? Why? Meng Xiang said with some excitement: "Since my mother has passed away, why did my father leave his own flesh and blood so ruthlessly, regardless of how many years he asked?" ”

"Your father has his own troubles, and what father in the world would not want to enjoy his family alone with his children?"

"Bitter? What hardships can't be borne by father and son together? When my mother disappeared for no reason, he coaxed my mother to go to a far away place and asked me to wait for my mother to come back at Tiantuo Temple, but my mother was always by my side, but I didn't know. In the end, Mom didn't wait, Dad disappeared, so many years, except for the time when I can feel the presence of Dad when I have more money on the card every month, the rest of the time is spent by me alone, he knows how difficult it is to be alone, how painful, how lonely it is to be alone for more than ten years. Meng Xiang's tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

"That's why I gave you the Dharma name Wuxin." The Hollow Master turned to Meng Xiang and said earnestly: "The reason why your father is doing this is also for your good, and the reason why he is doing this is that the teacher can't tell you now, and you will slowly understand it in the future." But there is one thing that the teacher will hand over to you today. The hollow master gently twisted the net bottle in Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand, only to see Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly start to turn to the side, revealing an empty groove under the Bodhisattva's lotus throne.

The Master of the Hollow stepped forward and took out a rosewood box the size of a ring box from the empty slot, the box was extremely exquisite, the wood was as smooth and hard as metal, but it was mysterious and ancient.

He held the box and carefully placed it on the tea table. When Meng Xiang saw this scene, the anger in his heart gradually receded, replaced by curiosity, and he slowly approached this mysterious box step by step.

After the Hollow Master placed the box, he glanced at Meng Xiang, silently recited a spell, and then opened the lock of the wooden box.

As he slowly lifted the lid of the box, a strange light came out of the crack.

Meng Xiang's eyes were shaken, he was stunned by this light, his left hand was on the tea table, his right hand covered his eyes and muttered, "What is this?" ”

The Hollow Master didn't answer, he opened the wooden box little by little, and the entire darkroom instantly became dazzling, like a Buddha's light.

Meng Xiang slowly moved his gaze to the glowing thing inside the wooden box, only to see that in the wooden box wrapped in brocade, a wing-shaped, crystal clear thing was lying quietly inside, with a small hole on it, and a red silk thread was worn in the hole.

Meng Xiang didn't know what force was holding him, his hand actually stretched out to the single wing, and at the same time as he picked it up, the strange light disappeared in an instant.

"Amitabha, Lao Na finally helped it return to its true owner." The Hollow Master gassho with relief.

"The real master?" Meng Xiang didn't understand what he was talking about.

"This single wing looks ordinary, but in fact, it is not, your father told me that this was originally a pair, one black and one white, and the two together are called 'Poor Wonder Divine Wings'."

"'Poor Wonder Divine Wings'?" Meng Xiang was even more confused.

"Yes, these are also told to me by your father, who was also here at that time, and he gave me this box, saying that this is the half wing of the 'Poor Wonder Divine Wing', which has divine power, and only the real owner can control it, and you are the one who controls it, but you were too young to control it, and you were even more afraid that it would fall into the hands of the wicked, because the other half of the black wings were in the hands of the wicked. Once black and white meet, the divine power will be immense, and whoever holds it will only obey the command of those who possess it. ”

"But what does that have to do with me? I don't want to have any divine power, and I can't want to get any rare treasures, I just want to be an ordinary person and live the life that a normal person should live. Meng Xiang stubbornly argued.

"Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Everything in the world will not be born without a cause, as the so-called cause and effect are immortal, and retribution is unpleasant. Master Hollow continued, "You and your father are both from the Poor Qi Clan, which is why this divine wing appeared in your hand. ”

"Poor Odds?" Meng Xiang heard such a strange nation for the first time. In his memory, there was no such thing in the nation.

Master Hollow saw his puzzlement, so he continued: "Qi Qi is the third son of one of the five emperors of ancient times, 'Shaohao Jin Tian', he looks a bit like a tiger, with two black and one white wings under his ribs, and can soar in the air.

And he has a strange ability, that is, he can understand all the languages in the world, whether it is human or animal.

At the same time, he is a guy who reverses black and white, distinguishes between right and wrong, and likes to play pranks, for example, when he sees two people fighting, he will eat the righteous and reasonable person, and let the vicious scoundrel go unpunished.

But there were times when he became reasonable and helped people do good, for example, every year on the eighth day of December, he and his companions went around looking for man-eating pests and driving them away or eating them.

It is precisely because Qi Qi combines good and evil that his descendants have formed two factions, and with the passage of time and the changes of the times, the two families of 'futurism' and 'ancient faction' have gradually formed.

The 'Futurists' are the righteous faction, representing light and goodness, while the 'Ancient faction' represents greed and evil.

They each have a spirit bone divine wing left by Qiqi to future generations, which is the immortal bone transformation of Qiqi, so it is also called 'Qiqi Divine Wing'.

This is just a white wing in your hand, and the black wing is in the hands of the 'Ancient Sect', and as for who it is, you need to find a crack. ”

"Me?" Meng Xiang looked at the Hollow Master in surprise.

"Hmm." Master Hollow nodded and stood up and said, "Your father told me so, and he also asked me to tell you that the poor people are very sensitive to art, because they like the talent of mischief, so they are particularly fond of drama, and they can understand all kinds of languages, so both the 'ancient school' and the 'futuristic school' like to engage in the theater industry."

In this modern society, the poor Qi people are hidden in the film and television circles and art circles around the world, and your next task is to find the black wings, merge the two wings into one, unify you poor Qi people, let justice and light magnify, and let evil and greed disappear. ”

"That's too much of a task, isn't it? Can I afford it? Besides, I never thought I was from the Poor Odd tribe, was my father mistaken? Meng Xiang still didn't want to admit it.

At this time, a person suddenly rushed out from behind the Buddha statue and snatched the white wings from Meng Xiang's hand at a lightning speed.

Meng Xiang didn't think about it, and at the moment when the white wings were snatched away, he snatched them back at the speed of an arrow, and stood steadily behind that person.

When the man turned around, he was startled: "Senior Brother Ignorance! ”

Wu Ming nodded with a smile, then walked over to the Hollow Master, bowed, and said, "Master." ”

Meng Xiang looked at the white wings in his hand, and then at what the Hollow Master and the Ignorant Abbot seemed to understand.

The Hollow Master folded his hands and said to Meng Xiang: "Amitabha, now you should believe that your abilities are different from ordinary people. It's not too early, you should go to ignorance, but you have to remember that the spirit bones and divine wings, whether black or white, are both good and evil, you have to control them, remember to remember. ”

The master's voice grew farther and farther away, and his and Ignorance's figures became more and more blurred.

Meng Xiang shouted desperately: "Master, don't go, master, don't go, there are still many apprentices who don't understand, and there are many, many more." ”

He shouted loudly and pounced hard to grab the Hollow Master, but he didn't think that he would pounce into the air.

This pounce also woke Meng Xiang up, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still meditating in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but he was in a cold sweat.

He thought about everything that had just happened, both as real and as if he were dreaming, but when he slowly raised his left hand, he realized that everything was not false, because in his hand lay the white wing, on which was tied a red silk thread, and the wooden box of the pear was placed in front of him.

Meng Xiang slowly held up the spirit wing in his hand with his hand, and carefully picked up the red thread with his right hand, he wanted to take a closer look at this divine object.

The morning sunlight shines through the window of the Scripture Pavilion, and a few beams of light come in, just hitting the spirit wing, and in the sunlight, it looks even more crystal clear and dazzling.

Coming out of the Scripture Pavilion, the sky was already bright.

Meng Xiang looked up at the sky, white clouds and blue sky, it was a good weather.

He put the wooden box in his pocket. The crew here is already busy, and he has to go back quickly, otherwise everyone will be in a hurry to find him.

When Meng Xiang walked through the Daxiong Treasure Hall to the wingman's room, he passed by the Jizo Hall, his heart tightened, and the words of the Hollow Master lingered in his ears again: "Your mother's ashes are in the Jizo Hall. ”

Meng Xiang stopped, he looked at the Jizo Hall in front of him, tears rolling in his eyes.

Mom, this familiar title has not appeared in his life for many years, and now they are finally going to meet, but they are separated by yin and yang.

Thinking of this, he really wanted to cry, and he slowly walked to the front of the Jizo Temple, every step as if a few years had passed.

Just as he was about to push open the door of the Jizo Temple, a voice came from behind him: "Director! ”