Eighty-one layers of the pagoda, the big day Rulai sits cross-legged, hands folded, thumbs up, there is a little light in the middle of the slight flicker, but comparable to the sun, look carefully, you will find that the point of light is actually a seed.

Zhang Yue sat on the palm of her hand, and there was a golden mark on the center of her eyebrows, which reflected the seeds on the top of her head. He held the pen with one hand, waved it quickly in the void, the tip of the pen shone with golden light, used the void as a canvas, wrote down one big word, and kept repeating six words, but these words combined with each other and changed into different forms, faintly, as if there was a pair of hands constantly flying, like a butterfly wearing flowers, pinching out a seal.

The old monk stood aside, looking at this vision, his face was calm, he was used to it, from the initial surprise to the current unmoved, he didn't know how many times he had been shocked. If Zhang Yue's soul can still move freely, this is a great opportunity for him.

"Poor fellow, if you hadn't come here, you might have really become the second great day! Alas, good, good......" The old monk turned his face away and couldn't bear to look at it. Who would have thought that this young man with a deep Buddha relationship was now just a puppet with his soul imprisoned?

Zhang Yue meditates in the pagoda all day long, listens to Buddhist scriptures, copies Buddhist scriptures, and comprehends the truth of heaven and earth from every mysterious scripture, he is like a curious child, immersed in the mysteries of the world, learning knowledge, enlightening the avenue, as a puppet.

Year after year, time passed quietly, in bursts of Zen chanting, under the tip of a waving pen.

……

"How's that kid doing?" The abbot gently wiped the robe from his body, and there were only points of light on the robe in his eyes. The old monk knelt aside, "You can reach the top today." ”

The abbot's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he heard that he had reached the top, he was reluctant to look away, "It's a good seedling, but unfortunately, it's a sinner." After reaching the top, bring him to meet me. ”

The old monk hesitated for a moment and said, "This son, the Buddha is like this, it is better to include him in the door." A robot can't compare to a real Buddha! ”

The abbot waved his sleeves, and the golden-red robe suddenly bloomed with dazzling light, enveloping the old monk, and in the next moment, the light faded, and the old monk had fallen in a pool of blood, "Who told you that he is a Buddha?" This pagoda, I can't climb to the top, since he has this ability, that's my chance. As long as I take away his comprehension, then am I not a Buddha? ”

The old monk's body trembled slightly, the qi and blood in his body churned, constantly surging out, and his eyes were full of horror, "...... Be...... Abbot. ”

After a while, the old monk relieved himself and got up to leave. When he opened the door, he saw a dark red sun slowly setting, and the clouds and mist in the sky obscured the afterglow, only the hazy halo flickered. The old monk looked at the sunset, looked at the fallen leaves all over the courtyard, and slowly closed his eyes.

Shaolin, prison also.

……

The old monk looked at Zhang Yue, who was copying Buddhist scriptures, let out a long sigh, turned around and left, leaving this place to this poor young man.

In the peach garden, the garden is still full of fragrance, floral fragrance, fruit fragrance, and wine fragrance are intertwined, intoxicating and intoxicating.

Wu Qi dragged Zhang Yue, who was scurrying around the tree, panting, "Stinky boy, how can you run so much?" I've finally caught you, there's no time to joke with you now, it's time for you to wake him up! ”

Zhang Yue looked at Wu Qi's rare seriousness, and his face, which was still laughing, became serious, but what came out of his mouth was still babbling.

"Yes, yes, yes, the time is up, hurry up, it's too late, let's finish it together, hurry up." After listening to it for so many years, it is a miracle that Wu Qi was finally able to communicate normally with this Zhang Yue, who could only babble.

Zhang Yue shook off Wu Qi's big hand, took a deep breath, and shouted into the distance. The cry is not miserable, but pure, anyone can hear the longing from that cry, it is a simple call, and because it is simple, it is pure.

Wu Qi stood behind him, and suddenly felt that his face was wet, he touched it, and was surprised to find that he was crying. For many years, he had to forget what tears tasted like, and subconsciously licked them, salty.

……

On the eighty-first floor of the pagoda, Zhang Yue dropped the last stroke, suddenly opened his eyes, and the brilliant golden light shot out from the heavenly spirit cover, straight into the sky, and the seeds on the top of his head broke open and began to sprout, and a towering tree grew in a blink of an eye. Every leaf is engraved with scriptures, and the sound of the Great Dao comes out.

That's Bodhi, the real Bodhi.

According to legend, Sakyamuni sat quietly under the Bodhi tree for many years, suddenly realized and ascended to Buddhahood.

Zhang Yue slowly stood up, looking at the golden and brilliant hall, his expression was cold, he blinked his eyes, the golden light was recycled, and when he opened it again, only black and white circulated in his eyes, that is, black and white pupils!

Zhang Yue rubbed his eyebrows, a little confused, after a while, the fragmentary memories in his mind slowly put together a complete picture, he looked inward, looked at this picture that recorded his bits and pieces over the years, and smiled bitterly, he was really a wretched person during this time!

"I look like I'm going to run for three." Zhang Yue sighed, glanced back at the golden Ri Rulai, turned to leave, and inadvertently, a strand of hair fell from his waist-length hair that had not been repaired for many years, black and a little curly.

Walking out of the pagoda, Zhang Yue turned back into a robot. The old monk was waiting outside the door, and when he saw Zhang Yue, he sighed again, "You and I come." ”

Zhang Yue nodded and followed respectfully behind her.

At this time, it was already late at night, and the clouds and mist obscured all the light, and the moonlight and starlight were invisible, and there was only darkness in the eyes. It wasn't until I walked to the abbot's meditation room that I saw a light on it. But Zhang Yue felt a trace of chill for no reason, the shadow behind this ray of light was the real darkness.

This time, without waiting for the old monk to push the door, the abbot himself walked out, wearing a robe, a Zen staff in one hand, and a Buddha bead in the other, as if he was a high-ranking monk, but the undisguised ** burst out from between the burning eyes, looking out of place.

"It's worthy of a Buddha!" The abbot stretched out his hand and stroked Zhang Yue's head, and there was a hint of kindness in his wrinkled face.

"Abbot, you don't ...... test anymore" Before the words were finished, the old monk's body had already flown backwards for several meters, shattering a wall, and his body was buried in rubble, and blood red flowed out from the cracks in the stones, exuding the smell of blood.

"It's the second time, and one more time, and you'll die." The abbot said coldly, the hand placed on Zhang Yue's head was slightly forced, and the knobly jointed fingers made a creaking sound.

At this moment, a sky-high light tore through the space and rose straight into the sky, instantly illuminating the night, and at that moment, it seemed as if the sun was rising in the east. Hearing an angry roar, the sound waves rolled, shaking the clouds and mist, affecting tens of thousands of miles, the abbot couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back.

Zhang Yue looked at the golden light blankly, and quickly knelt down, and her body also exuded golden light. I saw a phantom figure of the Great Sun Nyorai poking out a hand from the void and grabbing it into the distance.

"Is it a stupa? What's going on? What's going on? The abbot roared angrily, grabbed Zhang Yue, his eyes burned with dark golden flames, and in an instant, he seeped into Zhang Yue's soul, and found that the soul was still lying quietly in the golden crystal, very peaceful.

"It can't be you! Who's that? The abbot turned to the old monk who was bombarded by himself, and he was so anxious that his eyebrows furrowed, "Bastard, are you still lying down and pretending to be dead for me?" Get me up, what the hell is going on? Why did the stupa have an accident? Who else is eligible to enter the stupa besides us? ”

"Old bald donkey, I'll take this relic! That's when I swept the wages of the land for so many years, hahahaha......"

The abbot was startled, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked up to the sky and roared, the terrifying momentum was like a volcanic eruption, the golden light spread outward hundreds of meters with him as the center, and the entire courtyard was lifted up, and the power of anger was terrifying, "Wu Yan? It's Wu Qi, hasn't that kid been abolished a long time ago? Bastard, you're still playing dead for me? ”

In the golden light, a blood-colored figure stumbled up and knelt down again, and the old monk said in a trembling voice: "I don't know either!" The Buddha relics are hidden in the golden body of Nyorai, and I have never seen them. It is rumored that only the Buddha could have attracted relics. Maybe it was because Zhang Yue had an epiphany in it and triggered the relics, so that Wu Qi had a chance, but even if he recovered, it was impossible for him to enter the pagoda! I ......"

"Enough! That is, everything is because of this guy! The abbot pinched Zhang Yue's head, and there was a surging force in his palm.

Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the abbot's hand, and shouted desperately: "No! Relics, only the Buddha can sense, now that the relics have been stolen, if you kill him, the relics will never be recovered. Without the relics, you won't be able to hold out for long, the stupa will collapse, and all the scriptures you control will be invalid. We must recover the relics! ”

Hearing that the scriptures were invalid, the abbot shook his hand angrily, and slapped his palm on the old monk's chest, the person did not slap away, but the palm was sunk in, and a dark palm print was printed, "Then I will take his soul now, and I will be a Buddha." ”

The old monk froze in place, his whole body stiffened, and his vitality was passing quickly, but he still held the abbot's hand, "The technique of soul snatching, even if it is to capture ordinary souls, it will take a long time, you have to prepare for the ritual of sacrifice, let alone take a soul that has undergone the baptism of relics, and when you succeed in snatching souls, Shaolin will already be over." ”

The abbot gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Yue fiercely, he hated, he wanted to tear Zhang Yue to pieces, but he couldn't move, this kind of anger held in his heart broke through the shackles at once, and directly acted on the old monk. With a muffled sound, the old monk's chest exploded, and flesh and blood flew sideways, splashing on Zhang Yue's face. Zhang Yue slowly lowered her head, as if she was obedient because of the abbot's anger. At the moment of bowing his head, he saw the old monk's mouth move, as if to say "live", he frowned, but was not seen by the abbot.