"It's raining heavily, little monk; Will the master come back?" The little girl with tears on her face as if she was made of glass also cried and couldn't help sobbing in the mountains.

"The moon boy doesn't cry, the moon boy doesn't cry; Waiting for Xiaobei to go up the mountain, begging the white-clothed man, he will definitely save the master "The little monk blocked the banana fan on the top of the Yuegongzi's head, let the rain hit the banana fan, splashed on his arm, endured the cold wind in the mountains, and did not shiver.

When Yue Gongzi heard that there was still a son on the mountain, and he was still a son who could save the master, he was even more aggrieved, "If the son on the mountain is really so powerful, why doesn't he go down the mountain!" ”

"Maybe, maybe, perhaps......" Monk Xiaobei looked down at the gourd in his hand, shook it slightly, listened to the 'wine' in the gourd, and frowned slightly.

"Let's go up the mountain first, Xue'er, you see that the mountain is so high, and it is so far away from the Buddha country, maybe the son doesn't hear it really, we go up the mountain and beg him, maybe he will help us if his heart is soft."

Where is the little monk willing to give Yue Gongzi another blow, a few years ago when he went up the mountain to visit his uncle, the young man in white clothes and white hair was lying on the bed 'sleeping', he didn't snore, and he wouldn't get up, maybe he hadn't woken up now, or he couldn't wake up anymore.

"If Xue'er is tired, Xiaobei will carry you up the mountain!" The little monk shook his already thin body, touched his back with one hand and touched it lightly, and suddenly felt a little stupid, his eyes were down, and he was very lost.

"Xiaobei, don't get in the way, Xue'er can still climb the mountain and walk; Let's go up the mountain! Yue Gongzi's eyes flowed, and he was a pair of talking eyes.

Poor mountains and bad waters, I don't know how many kilometers to climb the mountain; rumbling behind him; It shows that the fierce battle is very much.

At the top of the relics pagoda of the empty mountain temple, the white-clothed and white-haired young man looked at the surging river in the distance, first reversed the flow direction, and then flooded the Buddha city one after another, shocked in the young man's heart, although he was also ingenious in the sand table of the military book, fighting for a strong victory or defeat, but did not wantonly slaughter the creatures of several cities.

Even if the white-clothed young man is not a shaman, he also has compassion at this moment, and he is the Ananda monk who wants to learn, and recites a few words of sinful Amitabha Buddha in front of the Buddha hall.

"Childe, the Buddha statue sat up and said something, but Childe wants to know what it is!" Xiaobai hovered beside him, and his tone was intriguing.

Mu Yizi frowned lightly, "Say something, Childe, I am a mortal, I don't hear it very clearly"

"What about the catastrophe, the unsullied Buddha soil is now so filthy and dirty, even if some monks die, what does it matter, as long as the Buddha soil can be washed away!" Xiaobai raised his head and learned from the side.

Mu Yi was horrified in his heart, "How many monks do you have to die and how much river water does it take to wash away the dirt of this Buddha soil!" ”

"Childe, Childe?" Xiao Bai was stunned when he saw Mu Yi, and a few shouts failed to wake Mu Yi up.

"Huh? Well, what's the matter? Mu Yi came back to his senses, with a rare serious expression on his face.

"Just now I saw two children at the bottom of the mountain, climbing the mountain."

"Two children?" Mu Yi was a little puzzled.

"It shouldn't be the Vajra Arhat who sent the blood of the Arhat, but the two children? Shouldn't the owner of this stupa be the monk who controls the sleeping Buddha, but two children? "I have a lot of doubts in my heart, and I can't figure it out.

"Xiaobai, can I go down the mountain now?"

"No, someone is destined to knock on the door and tear off the seal outside the door, so you can go out."

"Then you can get out of this empty mountain temple now!"

"I, Xiaobai, come and go freely"

"Okay, you go down the mountain now, pick up those two children outside the door, go quickly"

"Yes, Childe!" The white snaked down the outer side of the relic, out of the outer wall of the Kongshan Temple, and disappeared into the dense rain curtain.

"Master Ananda, is this what you are talking about the disaster of the Buddha land? I can't save it! "Wood is easy to stand with your hands covered; Looking at the pouring rain in the distance, the rivers and seawater poured into the city, and couldn't help but sigh, "The gods fight, and the mortals suffer!" ”

The white snake climbed down the mountain, and the flowing water in the mountain has slowly converged into a small river bend, flowing in the valley, but the mountain water is mixed with loess mud, and there is no beauty of the green mountains and rivers.

"Yue Gongzi, why don't we find a place to shelter from the rain first, this rain is too sufficient" The little monk watched the water in the mountains gradually become larger, and if he walked forward, he might encounter a mountain flood, which was a terrible thing. The heart is timid, and it grows unconsciously.

Yue Gongzi's eyes were firm, biting his lip fiercely, and his delicate and thin body was stubborn at this time, "I don't want it, even if there is a flood, if there is a second at night, the master will not survive" As he spoke, his eyes that were already red from crying shed tears again.

The little monk closed his eyes and opened them, seeing the valley and forest thoroughly, and his heart was ruthless, "Let's go, I'll carry you; With such a long mountain trail, it is estimated that it will not take much to get to the top of the mountain."

Under the strong request of the little monk, the little monk climbed onto the skinny back, soft, since the moon boy is soft, the little monk began to uphold the six virtues of the gentleman "Xue'er, do you know; Your tears are much worse than the mountain flood that has not yet been encountered" Since ancient times, scholars are ruthless, and scholars have no intention; But the little monk in front of him, who had read all the Confucian books and slapped the railings of the entire Huanxi Buddha City, was now not afraid of death; Even if there is a flood ahead, it must be the first time to hang Yuegongzi high and hang it on the treetops that the flood can't swallow!

Yue Gongzi lay on the back of the little monk, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep in the drenching rain.

The stream in the mountains flowed by, and the little monk waded through; The stream carries away a trace of blood; The little monk who is bent on taking Yue Gongzi to live, where can he take care of his feet and shoes now? Straw sandals have long been worn out of holes; The soles of the feet are also flesh and blood.

"The master is wearing broken straw sandals and walking every day, how tired and painful it should be!" With the rain on his face, the little monk dragged the girl behind him tightly with both hands, and he couldn't spare his hands to wipe his face.

Bai wandered through the mountains, looking for the figures of two children, watching the water in the mountains get bigger and bigger, and his heart became more anxious.

In the mountain road, the white snake looked from afar, spitting out his temperament, looking at a bald little monk, carrying a little girl in a felt hat, lying on a flat stone, and the two fell to the ground.

The water behind him grows stronger, and the boulders on the mountain rush through the flood behind the white snake; A flash of white light swept the two children out of danger, and the boulder rolled down and slammed into the cliff wall, shattering one by one.

The white snake picked up the child in his mouth and walked in the direction of the empty mountain temple in the mountain;

The lights in the room at the top of the tower were dim, and the white-clothed young man outside the tower watched the battle in the distance for a long time, his expression was silent, and all the spiritual light was hidden in his eyes; I couldn't see joy or sorrow, but I clenched my fists and scratched the corners of my clothes with good satin.