Chapter Ninety-Seven: Falling into the Cave of Color

There was also a huge bird's nest rolling out together. Everyone temporarily let go of the monk and hurriedly rescued these dying women. The women looked like they were about twenty years old.

After pouring a few bowls of hot soup, they could barely speak.

"Hey, why are we here? Where is this? The three girls were a little surprised, looking at the people around them, and they didn't know where they were.

An old farmer asked, "So where do you think you are?" We also want to ask you, why do you stay on the sacred tree? ”

"The Sacred Tree?" The woman was confused, "You say we're on the sacred tree?" ”

"Don't you know it yourselves? That's weird. ”

One of the women said: "Many years ago, a Taoist man came to my boudoir in the middle of the night and asked me if I would like to cultivate immortals with him. I happened to have an awkward relationship with my family at the time, and I wanted to leave the family I hated, so I agreed to him without thinking. He took me to a place where the beams were carved and painted, saying that this was his fairy palace, and he wanted me to live here with peace of mind, cultivate myself and refine the pill with him, and become an immortal in the future. I opened the window and looked down, and the smoke was like clouds. Through the thin clouds, you can see that the room is as small as a makeup box, and the person is as small as a fingernail. At night, he asked me to do that with him, and I wondered in my heart, do immortals also have mortal **? He said that this is for the harmony of yin and yang and the early ascension to immortals. I saw that I was far away from the world, and it was impossible to escape, so I had to obey. After a while, the immortal brought two more women, both of whom were very beautiful. He went out during the day every day and came back at night to ask the three of us to do something with him to reconcile yin and yang. We didn't want to, but we couldn't help him. While he was away, I asked the two women, and when they also had a conflict with the family and wanted to leave, it happened that this immortal came to the boudoir in the middle of the night and invited them to cultivate immortals together. ”

"What immortals! He is a demon Taoist who has given up halfway through his cultivation, a hooligan who can't achieve positive results because of his greed for beauty. The monk sneered, "He deceived you with the Taoist skills he learned, and also deceived the worship of the surrounding residents. ”

The woman said shyly: "It's all my fault for being impulsive and falling for the devil." He was afraid that the righteous people would come and catch us, so he usually did not stay with us during the day, and only came at night to force us to have fellowship with him. The three of us also wanted to escape while he was away, but when we looked down, we were 108,000 miles above the ground, and we were afraid that if we jumped, we would have no bones. We had to endure his torture. Didn't expect we to just stay in a bird's nest. The other two women nodded sheepishly.

The monk asked where their hometown was, which was hundreds of miles away from Cigarette Mountain. The monk gave them the money he had obtained to make a coil to go home.

The surrounding people were afraid that the demon priest would come back to retaliate, so they begged the monk to stay and promised to build a temple for the monk. The monk gladly agreed.

So the Xiangyan Temple was built on the place where the big tree grows, and the monks lived. Since then, the cigarette has never been seen rising, and the demon Taoist priest has not dared to come back to take revenge on the local people.

Although the incense is vigorous in the Xiangyan Temple, the monks do not accept many laymen to become monks, and resolutely only choose one disciple to be the successor. There is only one monk in a huge temple. Chanting, cleaning, and doing things are all done by one person.

When the Japanese devils invaded China, a group of Japanese soldiers broke into the temple, smashed the Buddha statue when they saw it, and robbed it when they saw the merit box. The monks, who have been more than ten generations, smiled and introduced more than 50 Japanese soldiers into the Jialan Palace, and entertained them with good tea and smoke. Outside, a dozen soldiers guarded their motorbikes and looted livestock.

The soldiers outside waited for a long time, and when they saw that the soldiers inside had not come out, they were suspicious. Suddenly, there was a lot of gunfire in the temple, and people for more than ten miles around the gunshots of "Ping Ping" could hear it.

The surrounding people only thought that the Japanese soldiers had done evil and killed the monks of the Xiangyan Temple.

The soldiers outside heard the gunshots and hurried inside, and the two soldiers in front of them entered the gate and immediately fell down. The soldiers who followed closely behind were so frightened that they hurriedly withdrew and shouted in Japanese: "Why are there all monks inside?" Kill our captain! ”

The soldiers outside hurriedly raised their guns and pointed them at the gate, not daring to rush in. They waited for a long time, but they didn't see a single monk come out, so they set fire to the incense temple. This temple is mostly made of wood, and all of a sudden the fire is so bright that half of the sky turns red. The bronze Buddha statues are all burned black, and they can't be scraped clean.

The soldiers searched for bodies in the rubble of a burned temple. The corpses that smelled of scorching were cleaned up, and there were more than 50 in total, which happened to be the number of Japanese soldiers who died. Not only did they not find the bodies of the large group of monks they saw earlier, but they didn't even find the body of the monk who greeted them. The Japanese soldiers thought they had seen a ghost, and they fled back to Changshan in fright.

I forgot to explain that at that time, there was often a regiment of Japanese soldiers stationed on the top of the mountain, and many young laborers were captured to dig gold for them. To this day, there are still many gold caves on the top of Changshan that have not completely collapsed. Someone who was chopping wood fell into a gold mine and found some copper spears and hoes.

As a result, the reputation of the Cigarette Smoke Temple became famous, some said that the monk flew up in the fire, others said that the monk would escape the fire technique safely, and some people said that the monk could pass through the wall and run through the wall before the fire burned. It's just that no one can explain how a monk can kill more than 50 soldiers with guns, and no one can explain how the Japanese soldiers saw a large number of monks in the temple.

After the Japanese soldiers were defeated and withdrew, the monk came back again to raise funds for the restoration of the Cigarette Temple. Because of that incident, many people donated a lot of money with awe, and the cigarette temple was restored to its original state.

Grandpa, the monk they wanted to see was him.

When they saw the monk, everyone was shocked. The monk sitting on the straw book was an old man in his nineties and nearly 100 years old, with three inches at the end of his eyebrows, his face full of wrinkles that almost drowned his eyes and mouth, but his fingers were as healthy and flexible as those of a man in his twenties.

He sat in front of the big Buddha in the Jialan Hall, his eyes closed and his head drooping, if it weren't for his hand constantly moving the Buddha beads, you would definitely think that this was a seated corpse.

"You're here." The monk squirmed his lips and said. His lips were no longer red, indistinguishable from the color of the wrinkles, as if those two lips were part of the wrinkles.

"Huh." Grandpa nodded in reply.

"Master, don't you raise your eyelids to look at us, do you know who we are?" The fellow asked.

"Didn't we meet last night?" The monk said.

Grandpa felt that the monk was pitiful at that time because there was no one in the temple to serve him. In today's society, no one wants to let their children follow him as monks. I'm afraid the monk's stunt is about to be lost.