Xiaowu Temple led the practice in the Leiyin Temple, and the other disciples in the temple asked the reason, and the master only said, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed, you just need to practice with peace of mind."

Out of the majesty of the master, the other disciples did not dare to ask again.

The master loves Xiao Wuchen very much, but he is also very strict with Xiao Wuchen.

At the beginning, the master specially invited a nurse from the folk to take care of Xiao Wuchen's daily life, and when he learned the language, the master began to teach Xiao Wuchen to chant and meditate every day.

Xiao Wuchen gradually grew up, and some of the rough work of carrying water, firewood and sweeping the floor in the temple, the master never let Xiao Wuchen interfere, which caused some jealousy from other disciples in the temple.

The master also didn't let other disciples have too much contact with Xiao Wuchen, only that Wuchen was born psychic, and lay disciples should not get too close to her.

The master did not let Xiao Wuchen take a step out of the meditation room, and the master said, "Although the temple is a holy place for Buddhism, the sky is unpredictable, and I am afraid that it will disturb Xiao Wuchen's cultivation."

This makes Xiao Wuchen unable to contact anything else except for the Qinglan Muyu and Buddhist scriptures, and he does not have a close friend.

Xiao Wuchen follows the master all day long, dressed in white clothes, with long hair fluttering, and his long-term cultivation career makes Xiao Wuchen Yurong Bingqing, never smiles, noble and dusty, his eyes are always peaceful and clear, and he seems to have insight into everything in the world.

Not touching the world, not staining dust, no joy, no worries, no worries.

Time flies quickly, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, Xiao Wuchen has grown into a very clear girl, and seeing her figure reminds people of the graceful white lotus on the lake.

Of course, no one from all over the world had the opportunity to see this little saint, and no one knew that there was a little saint with profound spiritual power hidden in the temple.

Every day, there is an endless stream of people who come to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, in addition to asking for the Buddha to make a wish, more people come to the temple to transcend the dead for their deceased relatives.

That's why every two days the temple will do a great ritual.

These rituals were all completed by the master and his disciples, and because of his young age, the master never let Wuchen participate.

Whenever the master does the Dharma, the palm of the dustless palm will be hot, and then the lotus-shaped birthmark on the palm will slowly turn red, becoming more and more red, at this time, Wuchen can see the dead souls, old or young, beautiful or ugly, and see them reluctant to walk through the long Huangquan Road, pass the Nai He Bridge, drink Meng Po soup, and reincarnate as a human.

For Huangquan Road, Xiao Wuchen is no stranger at all, it seems to be quite familiar, Xiao Wuchen feels as if he has walked on this road thousands of times, but he can't remember when he has been there.

Xiao Wuchen also discovered a secret, although the master never allowed himself to participate in the rituals, the lotus aura in his palm would automatically lead these undead to pass through the Nai He Bridge safely, go to the Meng Po Bridge, and drink the Meng Po soup.

Because of the guidance of this warm red light, when these undead leave the earthly path to Huangquan Road, they are no longer afraid and lonely, and follow the guidance of the red light, and their hearts will be steady, and they will never see ghosts crying wolves, so Huangquan Road has become no longer terrible and gloomy, but still seems a little warm.

On this day, another benefactor came to perform the ritual, and the pomp was amazing, it seemed that a daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion was eighteen, but he suddenly hanged himself the night before the wedding.

Xiangfu felt very embarrassed, he didn't want to show it out, and he buried it hastily, but the soul of the young lady was not gone, and she went home every day to make trouble, and the noise made the house unpeaceful, which made people panic, and Xiangye invited countless mages to do it, but she couldn't stop her.

Helplessly, after many inquiries, Xiangye learned that the master of Leiyin Temple was a master in the world, and Chaodu had never made a mistake.

Xiang Ye then gave out a golden daughter, and brought the lady's spirit card and the eight characters of her birthday to the temple for the young lady, hoping that she would not make trouble again and be reincarnated as a human being.

When Xiangye arrived at the temple, it was already dusk, and after the master received Xiangye, he put the lady's spirit tablet in the small room on the right side of the Buddha hall and lit the ever-bright lantern.

Because it was late, the ritual could not be done until the next day, and the master instructed the disciples to do what they should do, and rest early after the work, so that tomorrow they would have enough energy to recite the sutra for the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

For this kind of thing, Wuchen has long been surprised, and after dinner, as usual, he sat in the meditation room and practiced the true scriptures.

In the middle of the night, Wuchen's palm began to heat up, Wuchen spread out his palm and looked, only to see that the lotus flower became as red as blood, and then the red shadow outside the window flickered, and a shadow moved to the dust-free room.

It was too late, it was fast, a red light suddenly appeared in the palm of the dustless palm, shooting straight towards the shadow, only to hear a miserable scream, I heard a woman cry miserably, "Fairy, little fairy spare my life, I am already dead, do you want to let my soul fly away, I died so unjustly, please let the little fairy save me." ”