Zhang Mingxin can't remember how many times he fainted today.

It's just that when I woke up this time, the person in front of me seemed to have changed again.

Zhang Mingxin is on someone's back, red clothes, bare head, and two ring scars can be seen.

"Who are you?" Zhang Mingxin didn't understand for a while, and struggled to scream.

"Ani Buddha Buddha, Lao Qu Mingjue." The old monk stopped and turned his head.

"It's you, old monk!" Zhang Ming's heart was overjoyed and settled down. Looking down, it was Mingjue who was carrying him, and he was wearing the animal skin clothes sewn for him by his beloved uncle.

Zhang Ming thought about it and struggled to come down, but the old monk said: "The little donor is weak, or the old man is carrying it, you show the way for the old man, is this direction your village, the old man, send you home." ”

"Ah, ah, I'll see." Zhang Ming's childlike heart is kind, carried by the old man, his heart is very uneasy, he can't struggle, and he can only quickly identify the way.

"This way, it's a little crooked, not too far." Zhang Mingxin looked at the black shadow of the distant mountains, vaguely arguing about the road, fortunately in the mountain villages, there will be fire, although the old monk does not know the road, and does not know the mountain, he is also walking towards the firelight, but there is no mistake.

"I saw the monster just now, the hair is longer than your beard, in the pool, I don't know if the pool of water is blood or water, black ......" Zhang Mingxin pointed the way, and said the old monk to listen.

The old monk kept nodding, although his steps were fast, but after walking for a while, he stopped and rested, although his steps were steady, he could faintly see staggering.

"That's the chance." Turning to the top of a mountain, listening to Zhang Mingxin say that the monster floated up and grabbed his head and lifted it in the air, he fainted, and the old monk Mingjue stopped to rest for a while, and said lightly.

"Or, if you have today's opportunity, you want to cultivate the truth, but you have a chance to get started." The old monk looked at the distant fire at the foot of the mountain, his face was deep and cold, "It's just that you have to remember that things in the world, even if you see them with your own eyes, you can't believe them all." The cause of things, the good and evil of things, the Buddha cannot be distinguished, the gods cannot be distinguished, and heaven and earth cannot be separated, let alone mortals. ”

Zhang Mingxin was on the back of the old monk Mingjue, and he didn't understand, so he nodded. Looking at the firelight in the distance, a joy of arriving home jumped into my heart. Even if you can't cultivate the truth and can't be an immortal, today, you have seen immortals and monsters......

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering.

The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it.

……”

The old monk walked while reciting Buddhist scriptures, and occasionally coughed a few times, Zhang Mingxin listened drowsily, did not understand at all, but wrote down this short scripture.

This is not the Heart Sutra of the exercises, and I don't know which paragraph of which scripture it is, but Zhang Mingxin listened to it, and his heart was at ease, as if it was a matter of one day, and there were explanations.

Zhang Ming's heart was drowsy, and he didn't know how many times the old monk recited that scripture, and finally the old monk stopped.

"It's here, come down." The old monk coughed for a while and finished speaking.

Zhang Mingxin woke up, quickly got off the old monk's back, and looked forward.

"This, this, what's wrong with the village? Uncle Fox, Grandpa Fox, Fox Egg, Fox Tree...... Where are you? ”

The fire is blazing, the village on the side of the mountain was originally lined with wooden houses, at this time, the whole village, not in the firelight, several wooden houses, have long been turned to ashes, only the remnants of the wall of fire coal.

Zhang Mingxin ran around, and in a blink of an eye, he saw several corpses on the ground, which had also been burned.

"Ahh There was a fire! Hurry up and put out the fire! Zhang Mingxin ran around like crazy, took off his beast clothes, saw the corpse on the ground, there was fire on his body, and tried his best to extinguish it, the fire was extinguished, but the person died.

Mingjue approached and inspected the corpse, the body of this corpse was only in his teens, and he thought it was Zhang Mingxin's usual companion.

"This, this is a fox dog, how could it be, how could it be." Zhang Mingxin knelt on the ground and cried, "Old monk, you are a god, save him, save him...... Save the people in the village......"

"Anitabha, little benefactor, calm down, this child, these villagers, have been dead for a long time, not by fire, but by the sword. The soul of the man is scattered, and the old man ...... Right now...... It can't be saved. ”

The old monk stood up and looked around, but his face was nervous. The hand holding the beads tightened the grip tighter.

Suddenly, the old monk pointed out, "Little donor, whose house lives there?" ”

In a place outside the village, there is a wooden house, and there is no fire, it is Zhang Mingxin's wooden house.

"It's my home!" Zhang Mingxin said, and was about to run, but was dragged by Mingjue.

"Anitabha! Good, good! Mingjue shouted a Buddha horn loudly, and the sound spread in all directions, but after roaring, he coughed several times, and coughed so much that his waist was difficult to straighten.

A moment later, several voices broke through the air and came to the two of them.

"Master Mingjue? Old monk!"

The person who came from the imperial weapon jumped down in a hurry, and happily stepped forward to ask, in the firelight, but it was Mo Jingchen, Yun Song Daoren, and Yu Xiu.

The old monk Mingjue was not happy to be reunited with several people, but just looked at Mo Jingchen coldly, and when he saw that Mo Jingchen's left arm was empty, a trace of desolation flashed on the old monk's face.

"Zhang Mingxin, you ...... Are you alive too? Yu Xiu suddenly saw Zhang Mingxin sitting on the ground with his backlight in the firelight, and immediately asked.

"The little donor is blessed and alive."

The old monk looked at Mo Jingchen for a long time, Mo Jingchen also looked at the old monk, the old monk looked sideways at Mo Jingchen's sword, and then looked at Mo Jingchen's empty left arm.

Mo Jingchen was covered in blood, and the sword was also blood-red and black.

After reading the sword, he looked at Mo Jingchen again.

"Yun Song, Yu Xiu said, I know that you fought with the Demon Head of the Ten Thousand Souls Palace, your golden body was shattered, and the Demon of the Ten Thousand Souls Hall came back safely, which also means that you are in ashes......" Mo Jingchen finally spoke.

The old monk lowered his head and coughed twice and sighed.

"In this village, was it done by the people in the Futu Gate and the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls? Still is? ”

For a while, no one answered, only the fire, the sound of wood breaking, and Zhang Mingxin crying alone.

A few more sounds of breaking the air, from the side of Zhang Mingxin's wooden house, several people flew over, and when they landed, they quickly saluted: "Senior Brother Mo, we inspect that wooden house, and there is nothing unusual!" ”

A young monk in a golden robe stepped forward with joy on his face:

"Senior Brother Mingjue! Buddha blessed, you are ...... Yes! ”

Just as he was overjoyed, the young monk's face suddenly changed, and he looked at Ming Jue in dismay.

Mingjue replied with a Buddha name, and nodded with a wry smile: "You have also arrived." ”

The young monk clasped his hands together and waved: "Yes, senior brother, when we arrive, this village has been ...... After slaughtering and burning, we met Mo Daoyou and got your ...... news, and then we scattered to search for the murderer. Senior Brother ......"

In addition to Mo Jingchen, the new arrival, three people from the Praruo Temple, and four people from the Seven Xuanzong.

"None of them survived?" Mingjue sighed and coughed, and looked at Mo Jingchen with pity.

Mo Jingchen shook his head and replied, "No." ”

"Disciples of Pranya Temple, search and rescue the golden body of this villager, gather in one place, and surpass their souls into reincarnation. Anitabha Buddha, the villagers often climb the mountains and wilderness, we will let its golden body and the wind assimilate, scattered the mountains and wilderness! Mingjue turned his head to the three monks of Prajna Temple and said, "Remember, recite the scriptures a few more times and then cremate, the soul of injustice, our Buddhism needs to be purified." ”

The golden-robed young monk responded and arranged for the rest of the two monks to do it, but he was standing beside Mingjue, standing beside Mingjue with a sad expression.

Mo Jingchen also signaled to the newcomers of the Seven Xuanzong Sect, and these people also went with the two monks.

The old monk Mingjue looked kind, pulled up Zhang Mingxin, and said with a light smile: "You can forget about what happened after the lake today, you are too young to remember this, what I told you in the mountains, just remember it." ”

Zhang Mingxin shook his head and nodded again.

Holding Zhang Mingxin, Mingjue turned to Mo Jingchen, touched Zhang Mingxin's head and said: "This Huming Village is an ordinary village, but it is just something that we are waiting for, after this catastrophe, I am afraid that there will be no more such village." This little benefactor was very young, and instinctively grew up in the care of the villagers, but now he was born alone and hopeless. ”

Mingjue paused, and everyone present sighed.

"Everything has a reason, and we must always find a place for this little benefactor." Mingjue coughed a few times and pondered, "The old man likes the little donor very much, and I wanted to take him as a disciple, and I went back to the temple with him, and the old man no longer bothered with the dust." ”

"It's just that the old man is dead."

The old monk said lightly, and several people present suddenly raised their heads when they heard the words, only the young monk in the golden robe, with his hands folded, recited the Buddha's name.

"The old man fought with the soul master of the Ten Thousand Souls Palace, his body was shattered, and his soul escaped, just to find the little donor, return his animal skin clothes, and send the little donor home."

"It's a pity ......" turned his head to look at the village full of fire behind him, and Mingjue bowed to Mo Jingchen, "Mo Daoyou, Zhang Xiao's donor entered the Tao, although he lacks talent, but today he is in the same danger as you entering the lake, and he can escape alive, and he returns safely Just by such an opportunity, he has the qualification to explore the Dao, not to mention ......"

"Old monk, don't worry," Mo Jingchen's face changed a few times, and he nodded, "I can take him back to the master's sect, plead with the head of the sect and several sect masters, and try my best to fight for him as a disciple." ”

The old monk shook his head, coughed for a while, folded his hands, took out an object from his arms, looked at it for a long time, and said: "With Mo Daoyou's words, I'm afraid that the little donkey has not reached the main fate, and he will not be able to enter the gate of your Seven Xuanzong." ”

"If that's the case, that's enough!"

The old monk hung the things in his hand on Zhang Mingxin's neck, but it was a small white mirror, and he didn't know what material, there was no reflection, and there was nothing in the territory.

The old monk told Zhang Mingxin, who was still crying, "The name of this thing is 'Mingjingtai', and it will be yours in the future." Remember, this is a valuable item that should not be given to the most important person. ”

Looking at Zhang Mingxin nodded, the old monk struggled to straighten his waist, and looked at Mo Jingchen's faces were white and blue, extremely ugly, "With this treasure, I think it is, no matter how difficult it is, I can enter your sect and be protected by you." ”

Mo Jingchen's face was weird, and he nodded with a wry smile: "It should be possible." Quite a day, you and I died nine times a lifetime, into the thousand-story Buddha cave, only to get this treasure 'mirror platform', today, you are a gift to this child. ”

The old monk handed the Buddha beads in his hand to the young monk in the golden robe, and the young monk bowed his head and was pious, and Mingjue bowed his head to the young monk, and spoke softly for a long time.

Looking up again, Mingjue smiled lightly, folded his hands, and staggered towards the burning wooden house.

"Anitabha,

I am enlightened, more than 30 into the Buddha's door,

Thirty years of cultivating Buddhism, entering the WTO Jiren,

After feeling that the six roots were not pure, he returned to the temple in anger, and practiced asceticism for thirty years.

In the end, he couldn't break six roots, and then traveled for a hundred years as a mortal monk.

It is difficult to realize the Buddha's heart in the end,

After I got acquainted with you, it has been more than 30 years, and I have not yet realized it.

Enlightened today,

The Buddha is not enlightenable, it is in the heart,

Good heart, for the Buddha! ”

Walking and talking, Mingjue opened his hands and glanced at the things in the palms of his hands, but it was a green fruit core.

Closing his hands, he said "Ani Buddha Buddha", and Mingjue walked into the wooden house.

The crowd took a few steps to stop, but stopped.

The fire of the wooden house skyrocketed, and a golden light appeared, and a golden soul swirled.

In a few breaths, everything vanished, the fire was extinguished, and the sky was dark.