"How so!" The news was so shocking that I couldn't help but exclaim.

The old monk is the last hope, without him, how can we cross the level to challenge the old ghost woman, and the insect demon.

The little monk raised his hand and said, "Please don't panic, although Master Yuanhai has sat down, he has an explanation." ”

I knew I was out of shape, so I nodded, and the dirty Taoist priest continued, "May it be auspicious." ”

The little monk pointed to a small door on the right side of the hall, "Come with me, this is not the place to talk." ”

Then, a few of us followed in his footsteps, pushed open the small door, and entered a small meditation room.

The furnishings inside are quite simple, a table, a few stools around it, a few people sit apart, the little monk takes out a set of tea sets from the cabinet next to him, and begins to make tea by himself.

The little monk's expression was quite serious, as if he was doing something extremely important, and with his movements, a faint fragrance spread in the room.

Guo Lianyue narrowed her eyes and sniffed, "Well, good tea, it tastes more fragrant than my father's pot of the best Tieguanyin." ”

The little monk only reflected at this time, hurriedly turned around and poured the tea into a few cups and sent it over.

"No wonder, I usually like a person, I don't mean to snub a few, pay it off, this is the tea leaves on a tea tree in the back mountain, the taste is fragrant, my usual favorite."

We even say it's okay, after all, being able to concentrate on one thing is also a manifestation of the realm.

As soon as the tea was in its mouth, a cool flow flowed down the throat into the abdomen, and then turned into a warmth that poured into the limbs.

The tension and exhaustion accumulated in the past few days were suddenly washed away by this tea.

I looked up at the dirty Taoist priest and Guo Lianyue, and found that they were also all shocked, while the little monk was still concentrating on making tea next to him.

"How is it, does my Qingxin tea taste good?" The little monk closed his eyes and took a sip before asking.

I praised, "It's not just good, the little master's tea ceremony has entered the realm, and after drinking this tea, I feel that my soul has been washed." ”

The little monk smiled, "The donor is very good at talking, my tea has some effect of purifying the gods, but the size of the effect depends on the heart of the person, which shows that you are a person with a pure heart." ”

As soon as the dirty Taoist priest was about to speak, the little monk raised his hand, "Okay, enough gossip, you should be curious to know what is going on here, I'll explain it now." ”

It turns out that this reclining Buddha temple has been located on this cliff mountain many years ago, and the age is very old, so far away that Buddhism has not been introduced to the Central Plains.

Since the temple was built, a group of monks have been on duty here for generations, and whenever someone passes away in the temple, new monks will naturally arrive to replenish it.

No one knew why, and no one asked why, but a new monk would take the place of the deceased, and so on until now.

In addition to refining the Dharma, the monks of Wat Pho also bear another important responsibility, which is to guard a treasure of Buddhism.

Although no one except the abbot of the temple knew what the treasure was, everyone kept it a secret.

Luckily, it's a fairly remote and inaccessible location, and for so many years, it's been uneventful.

Every once in a while, the monks in the temple go to the main hall in the mountain to meditate for a period of time.

During this time, they only chanted sutras in the temple, did not eat, drank only a small amount of water, and after each retreat, it took a long time to recover.

In addition to most of the monks who chanted the scriptures, a very small number of monks were selected to pass on their martial arts and take on the important task of protecting the temple.

The little monks and these people are the apologetic monks of this generation who specialize in protecting the temple, and the master of the gong transmission is Master Yuanhai who called us many years ago.

Speaking of Master Yuanhai, he is also a respected old-timer in the temple, and Gu said that God gave him a pair of discerning eyes to predict the future.

And he is also quite proficient in the martial arts of eliminating demons in the Buddhist scriptures, and his reputation in the temple is no less than that of the abbot.

One night many years ago, he called dozens of warrior monks including the little monk to the practice room, and said worriedly: "Last night, I was bored for no reason and couldn't sleep, so I got up to observe the celestial phenomena. ”

"As a result, when I saw the demon star violating the realm, the light pointed directly at the cliff mountain where the temple is located, I'm afraid something is going to happen."

Several older disciples persuaded the old monk that maybe it was just a temporary vision, and there was no need to worry too much.

For so many years, the temple has been safe and stable, and there is a layer of Buddhist formation protection outside the temple, coupled with the dangerous terrain, as long as you strengthen your precautions, it should be fine.

But Master Yuanhai couldn't put his mind at ease, just said a word to get everyone ready, and went back to his room to meditate.

Over the years, he has used meditation to open up his innate vision to predict what will happen next.

Through the feedback information, these things can often be properly solved, but this time the meditation for a whole day made Yuan Hai's mood even heavier.

The next morning, he packed his luggage, explained to his disciples and went down the mountain.

This is more than a month, and when I return to the temple, I only leave one sentence, in the future, there will be a few people who say that they are sent by the Zhenxi General's Mansion, and they must be well received.

Whether this crisis can be overcome depends on them, and after speaking, they left all mundane affairs, discussed with the abbot, and entered the main hall to sit in bitter meditation.

Bitter meditation is a kind of physical practice in Buddhism, the person who participates in meditation needs to cut off water, food, only with a trace of will support, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will not take a few days because the nutrients in the body are exhausted to starve to death.

Buddhism, on the other hand, is able to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth in a special way through the comprehension of the principles of natural rules, so that they can continue to practice.

The best result of penance is to become a Buddha in the flesh, which is what Buddhism calls sitting, leaving the body with the spirit, returning the soul to the Buddha Kingdom of the Western Heavens, and achieving supreme merit.

Although there is a difference in form, for normal people, the result is nothing more than death.

The warrior monks felt that Master Yuanhai's reaction was a bit transitional, and it was clear that every day was very good, just for an omen, it was a bit too much to practice bitter meditation and sitting.

But this is the decision of Master Yuanhai himself and the abbot, no one can change it, although everyone has some grief in their hearts, but there is nothing to be done.

It's just that the master never dared to forget what he said, and everyone strengthened their cultivation to prevent the emergence of a crisis.

As the days passed, there was no so-called crisis in the temple, and the mentality of the warrior monks relaxed.

However, one night a few months ago, there was a sudden wind outside the temple, and a loud noise was heard, and a woman-like scream was heard, which woke up the monks who were resting.