The first floor of the tower is empty, but the golden light on the mirror platform shines brightly, illuminating the entire hall on the first floor into a piece of gold; The dust that fell on the ground was like golden sand spread on the ground under the golden light, which was particularly dazzling.

If anyone looks at it here, they'll see it.

The golden light of the handwriting on the Spiegel platform shows that thirty-two ancient characters in seal script float above the Spiegel Stand, and there are whispers and vicissitudes of life sighing, as if telling a small thing, but also some big things.

"Those who are outside the fate; The body of the law;

Blood Pleading; Ancient Methods;

The spirit of the outside, the soul of the heavens,

The last days are rebuilt, and they are miserable"

The words are carefully considered, and the semantics are poignant; The sound echoed through the hall on the first floor, and the aftermath spiraled up to the eight-story tower, disappearing on the ninth.

In a remote Buddha city far away from the Buddha country; The mad monk was sleeping soundly, and a little monk with beautiful eyebrows and eyes was lying on the ground covered with straw, looking at the stars and the moon.

"Stars, stars; You're so good-looking; Moon, moon; You're good-looking too; But the moon boy is the best-looking; If you drag Chang'e down, it will definitely not be as good as Yue Gongzi, but the little rabbit in her arms should be a good match with Yue Gongzi, and Yue Gongzi also likes rabbits."

"Don't go to bed yet, I'm babbling nonsense in the middle of the night" said that it was too late and that was fast. A broken shoe of Brother Lu's thumb, which still exudes the fragrance of feet, flew in an instant;

The little monk took the beckon with his bare hands and let go in an instant, "Hey, master; Why do you stink so much! The little monk glanced at the crazy monk who was sleeping, snoring, farting and picking his feet.

"It's useless to talk about it, if you want to be a teacher's feet are fragrant, you have to hold it every day!" The mad monk turned over, his little thumb stuck into his nostrils again, and he tried hard to dig at his nose.

The little monk stubbornly turned his head to the side, "Then don't do it, in case you are seen by the moon boy, there is no image"

Looking at the sky where the Buddha's light is dazzling, the sky is full of shining stars, and the little monk laments, "When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past......"

"Thinking about spring flowers and autumn moons every day, how did the teacher accept such an apprentice as you, at a young age, he is a full color embryo, and the color monk" The crazy monk touched his wine gourd along his shabby robe, and put it to his mouth in a daze and poured a sip of wine;

The little monk is also angry, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, righteous words, upright, righteous and indignant, grief and indignation like a surging sea of embankments, rolling out, "I'm like this, it's not good for the master to teach, other little novices will meditate and chant the Buddha at the age of seven, I am two seven years old, and I still don't have the ability to be a monk!" It's all your fault, you bad monk! ”

"Me? Am I a bad monk? I have drunk and flesh through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart! Do you see that I eat so much meat and drink so much wine, but there is a pound and a half hanging on myself? It's not all for the Buddha to save the suffering and help the world! The crazy monk opened his mouth and closed his mouth to save the world, although his face was thin, but his expression was called compassion! As he spoke, he stood up and began to circle around, looking even more sad and angry, counting the little monks beside him.

"You come to see you, in addition to the eight points on the head still look like a monk, where is there still a monk's appearance, like the moon boy of Mochizuki Nunnery, he will get sick if he doesn't see him for a day, and he can add some catties to himself by drinking water every day, but there is a copy for the Buddha?"

"Look at you again, you are wearing a bright and bright dress, a Nile robe, a brocade robe, and cloud-stepping boots, as if you are saving the world!"

"I, I, I !!" The little monk couldn't argue, he had thousands of reasons in his heart, and the Doudou Dao of a million explanations was all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pour out half a word, his heart was on fire, and his mouth was stitched with needles and threads.

Seeing this, the mad monk was even more excited, and he poured a sip of wine on his back, and was about to count down the little monk again, so that the little monk was happy again, but he looked at it in a blink of an eye, but found that the little monk was squatting on the ground, his face was pale, his hands were holding his head tightly, and the cloudy beads of sweat were covered with the head that was only eight ring scars, dripping down the tip of his nose.

"Xiaobei, Xiaobei! What's wrong! Seeing that this was not good, the mad monk panicked for a moment.

The little monk gritted his teeth, squatted on the ground and cried, his face could no longer distinguish whether it was sweat or tears. "Master, master; I; I'm so uncomfortable, my head, my head hurts; It's like hatching a bird! ”

The mad monk pinched his hands and looked at the depths of the clouds and mist in the distance in front of his eyes, and it was when he saw the golden light flashing from the tall tower in the distance, he knew that something was wrong in his heart.

"Xiaobei, Xiaobei; Just relax! As a teacher, I will carry you to the Moon Temple, go to see the Moon Child, and set off! The mad monk picked up the broken shoes in the distance, picked up the little monk on his back, and ran towards the Mochizuki Nunnery in the distance.

Half an hour, the mad monk carried the little monk on his back and turned into the alley and climbed the steps up the mountain; The little monk behind the mad monk was so tired that he couldn't speak.

"Xiaobei, Xiaobei; You are a good monk; Not a flower monk; He is the most enlightened monk in the Buddha land; Older than those Niang Xipi Buddhas now! But don't let it be! You and Yue Gongzi have a great fate! ”

"Xiaobei, hold on a little longer, we're about to arrive!" The mad monk glanced at the plaque on the door of the Mochizuki Nunnery in front of him, and said in his heart, "your rules and precepts, the old monk and the little monk will live in the nunnery today!" ”

"Master Mochizuki-an, you have to save my apprentice!

Mrs. Mochizuki-an, you have to save my apprentice!

Mrs. Mochizuki-an, you have to save my apprentice! ”

At this time, the nuns in Mochizuki-an had just gone to bed and were about to fall asleep, but they heard a man's voice shouting outside!

The night keeper saw a monk dressed in tatters who was about to raise his hand to knock on the door through the crack in the door, and quickly opened the door to block the skinny monk from the door!

"You monk, why did you run to our nunnery in the middle of the night! I don't know the rules and precepts, and I don't know the Buddhist method! ”

Seeing this, the mad monk was anxious as charcoal fire, "The Buddha said that saving suffering and saving emergencies, saving people's lives is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter, saving people is like fighting fires, there must be no delay, let me in, female Bodhisattva is accommodating, female Bodhisattva is accommodating!" ”

"No entry for 100 days, let alone in the middle of the night! Don't!!! The nun in front of her stared, the oil could not be poured in, and the salt could not be poured out.

"You little monk and nun, why are you so unreasonable!" Seeing this, the monk blew his eyebrows and stared at him, but the life of the little monk on his back had a fate with this Mochizuki Nunnery, so he had to enter.

"The female Bodhisattva inside, today the little disciple is in trouble, I hope the Bodhisattva will help!" The monk shouted loudly at the door, shouting that most of the lights and candles of the temple were lit.

The monks and nuns guarding the door saw that the monk in front of him was so scoundrel that he was so sloppy that he picked up a wooden stick from behind the door and struck it, "You crazy monk, just eat wine and drink meat!" Now I'm still playing a scoundrel in front of my Mochizuki-an, and I'm going to break into Mochizuki-an at night, it's so daring! Which Buddha borrowed it from you! ”

The mad monk was in pain, one arm was in front of him, and he didn't mean to retreat, "Please forgive the female Bodhisattva, the little monk is also forced to do so; The little monk's wine and meat can not be entered, but he has to save my apprentices; Only Moon Gongzi can save him! ”

The sticks in front of me are non-stop, like a storm! The mad monk's arm was already a blur of flesh and blood, but he didn't retreat at all.

The little lovely person who was sleeping in the depths of Mochizuki-an, opened his eyes at this time, and heard someone outside the house shouting his name, and he was in a hurry to hear the voice, and he didn't care about putting on his shoes, so he hurriedly ran out in his pajamas!