Yinchen was lying down, and suddenly heard a burst of sounds coming from the river, which seemed to be a bell, but it seemed to be extremely long and long, as if the celebrities of the ages were whispering a timeless poem. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yinchen knows that it is the bell of the main altar of Hanshan Temple in Gusu City, Hanshan Temple is different from any other place where Buddhism cultivates, in addition to the evening drum and morning bell, there is also the midnight bell after the evening class, which is said to be used to warn the world, stay away from the fat pink dust, greedy for foreign objects, so as not to move the nature, become a monster who is not me, and cause chaos in the world. The midnight bell wakes up how many sentient beings who have done evil things during the day, in the dead of night, when the bright moon hangs high, reflect on my body, and clearly understand the gains and losses.

The ethereal bell came from the river, and the dark and dreary river that could be up and down the three ways suddenly showed an empty and lonely charm for some reason. The boat sailed on the river, and there was an endless slightly tumbling darkness in front of and behind it, and there was only a lone lamp, illuminating the road that was only five zhang square, and it was barely possible to see the turbid waves or the reef. On the dark and dreary surface of the river, occasionally there is an equally lonely lamp, like a distant hope, obviously looking not far away, but even the scene under the lamp is completely indistinguishable. The distant bells, like some ancient songs, fall into the ears of those who still have a conscience, like a kind of comfort, and only become a hazy lullaby in their sleep, falling into the ears of the wicked, but it is as difficult as the sound of the wind, and it will only be more fearful and sleepless all night.

This scene is like a microcosm of the world. Yinchen only felt that every boat was like a person, the road ahead was confused, the back road had long been cut off, a bright light was the perseverance in the hearts of a person, the road ahead illuminated by the light was called the expectation of hope, that hope was in the dark and dreary fate, so small, so weak, and those lights in the distance that were also lit up became the fate of nodding friends in the vast sea of people, very shallow, shallow to the point that they had not seen the detailed appearance and character of others, they had already passed by, life geometry, most of the time, but like this boat, lonely forward。 And the bell of the Hanshan Temple, like some kind of vast desert and dark destining in fate, obviously has the certainty of probability, and when it falls on everyone, it becomes the most complete impermanence.

Silver Dust finally understood why there were so many people in his hometown who hated statistics, because it was a cult that turned talent and hard work, loyalty and sacrifice, and life and death into numbers. Statisticians never take into account the fact that numbers are the most sensor-numbing stimulus.

Silver Dust thought wildly, sighing at the impermanence of fate, suddenly, he seemed to think of a person, a person whose name fell to Sun Mountain but went down in history, he forgot who that person was, after all, that person's name, it took Gabroyle archaeologists for centuries, but the result was short and mediocre, he only remembered that that person had never been named on the gold list, but because he was outside the city of Gusu, he heard such a burst of bells from Hanshan Temple, and left such a stroke in history, and his champion list at the same time, all made a nameless ghost, his soul and name, but even the mass extinction could not be eliminated。

Silver Dust suddenly felt a little irritable, as if there was something gradually pressurized in his heart, and he didn't vomit or unhappy, he couldn't care if there was a moon and a crow now. He sat up suddenly, and the sleeping prison next to him just rolled over.

He sat up and looked at Xianchuang seriously, the moon came out, just in the corner of the porthole, almost within reach, and suddenly there was silence in private, the bell of Hanshan Temple was no longer audible, and there were no birds and insects, only the faint sound of waves, singing the eternal rhyme.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and softly chanted the four verses that had been passed down for an unknown number of geological ages, and he had tried to keep his voice as low as possible, but his low, hoarse voice was especially loud in the quiet cabin.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost,

Jiang Feng Yuhuo was sleepy.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,

Midnight bell to the passenger ship. ”

The low voice, the lonely tone, in this dark night, on the dark river, sounded softly, slowly dispersed, more than 100,000 years ago, the scholar who fell to the first place, probably would not have thought that in the almost infinite future, in another universe that is really infinitely far away, there is also a lonely young man who is also a fallen man at the end of the world, and he will never forget his quatrain that has been completely dried up in the time rinse. Different circumstances, the same sleep. That scholar is just because of his name in Sun Mountain, his future is uncertain, and he is sad and sleepy under the cold moon, above the river wind, and Yinchen, because of the poison of homesickness that is becoming more and more intense, even if he is a legend, he will inevitably sleep on this small passenger ship.

He softly sang the four lines of the incantation-like verse, immersed in his homesickness, not wanting to wake him up suddenly, or rather, everyone in a boat, with the sudden sound of three lonely palms.

Since the establishment of the temple, the bell has been ringing every day, night and night, but no one has ever had an epiphany about this, and it is really as the master said, preaching the scriptures every day, but he may not be able to have an epiphany at one time, and he may not be able to have an epiphany in one day, but he is afraid that when the time comes, he can also be enlightened in a few words!" Silver Dust hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find that the bottom corner of the cabin was originally for those dilapidated travelers who could not afford to pay the full price of the boat, curled up and sleeping on a half-low bed, I don't know when, there was a majestic black figure sitting upright.

The figure was like a lonely black mountain, sitting cross-legged, posing in the most standard and perfect Buddhist sitting meditation posture, not wearing Gaza, a rough ordinary robe with a few patches, faintly revealing a circle of golden light, as if the Dharma only appeared in the Western Heaven Elysium. Silver Dust could only barely see the man's bright bald head without turning on the dark vision. Silver Dust blinked his eyes secretly and activated his dark vision, only then did he see this Arhat-like monk clearly.

He was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but in the original handsome face, there is a faint trace of the world, the treasure outside the transcendent things is solemn, the heavenly court is full, the facial features are dignified, a pair of ears are not big, but with a pair of earring-like earlobes, it looks very eye-catching, Yinchen carefully looked at it, only felt that this young monk was really very much like the Buddha on the painting, but not like an ordinary man, he was full of weather, absolutely outside the red dust world, there was not even a little mortal breath.

The monk looks like he is only in the age of a weak crown, but his body exudes a little bit of a return to the peak of the void to have a powerful aura, the aura on his body is not sharp, as if all the edges and corners of the crystal clear jade, without any blade killing aura, but it is extremely heavy, like an invisible mountain enveloping him. The twenty-year-old master of returning to the void is enough to show that his talent has long been unparalleled, but he does not have the slightest of the sharpness that a genius is most likely to have, only a calmness that seems to have read all the Shaohua mixed with the clarity and warmth like a child.

Such a complex atmosphere, such an astonishing cultivation, sitting in the corner of the cabin for an unknown number of hours, but never being discovered by this boat, can only be said that he has already entered the so-called "Tao", or in the words of Buddhism, that is, into "Zen".

"Is the master a senior monk of Hanshan Temple? The younger brother was a little carried away just now, and asked the master to spare him for the crime of colliding. Yinchen hurriedly got up and saluted, his attitude was very respectful, what he respected was not the other party's cultivation, but the origin of the other party's Hanshan Temple.

"The poor monk is Zen, and the Hanshan Temple is a bitter monk, and he can't talk about the monk. Since the temple rings the bell in the middle of the night, to warn the world, so as to persuade the world to stay away from the red dust karma, it has never been afraid to let the world say, but for thousands of years, the world thinks it is ordinary, and no one has ever been able to talk about this product or two. The Zen monk saw Yinchen stand up, and slowly got up, he was obviously in a narrow and closed place, and there were many cramped inconveniences between Xindong, but his movements were still leisurely and elegant, without a trace, not stained with dust, almost between his gestures, he was soaked in the elegance of Zen.

"Brother Tai has silver hair and silver eyes, it must be that Yinchen young man?" After a farewell year, the teacher still remembers Brother Tai very much!" Although the Zen monk is a peerless master who returns to the peak of the void, there is not the slightest celebrity frame in his demeanor and conversation, if he does not call Yinchen "Brother Tai" instead of the "benefactor" commonly used by monks, I am afraid that there is no difference between him and those ordinary monks who walk the rivers and lakes and cultivate their fate.

"Has Master Chan ever seen me?" Yinchen was a little surprised, he had visited Master Xuanzhi once last year, and he had also seen a lot of monks, but he had never seen such a young monk with such a profound cultivation in his memory?

"Brother is like an elephant. Although the poor monk has not seen Brother Tai, but also heard the teacher often mention, there are many sighs, although the teacher has not accepted Brother Tai as a disciple, but he has been fascinated for a long time, and he is introduced to the Zen realm, the poor monk is a disciple, and Brother Tai naturally calls each other brothers, just hope that Brother Tai will not feel abrupt!" The Zen monk shook his body slightly, and he went from the stern to the front of Yinchen, and deeply the etiquette of a Buddhist disciple, which startled Yinchen and did not even dare to say it.

"Do you want to come to the senior brother to worship under the door of Master Xuanzhi?" Yinchen reacted at this time, and quickly dragged the prison worship up to introduce each other, the three of them were originally upright, and they insisted on needlesticking on this vicious river and lake for many years, and they originally had many common languages, and they became familiar with each other within a few words, and the Zen monk was a monk, and he did not pay attention to the level of dignity and inferiority, and Yinchen and the prison worship were the kind of people who regarded the boundary between the government and the people as nothing, and they did not move their nests immediately, and the three of them sat on the bunk occupied by Yinchen and the prison, chatting. Silver dust itself is a long sleepless night, in this lonely and boring shaking cabin, it is a beautiful thing to meet friends for the right path, to talk on the knees, anyway, the long road is slow, even if you take the boat down the river, there are a few days, and some are time to sleep.

So the three of them squeezed each other, and made a place on the bunk, sat down cross-legged, and talked in a low voice, knowing that this journey was far away and lonely, so they brought a few pots of good wine, and the three of them saved some drink, which was enough for the journey. The other boatmen were woken up by the sound of Yinchen, but they didn't dare to say anything, one of the three of them had outrageous cultivation, and the other was that when Yinchen came up, he also brought half a boat of guards, those who looked like the grandfathers who were on an errand in the capital were awakened by Yinchen, only when their masters were very bored, turned over and continued to sleep, although the other boatmen were not divided in their hearts, seeing that Yinchen was so powerful, they could only forcibly swallow this breath and fell asleep sullenly. Yinchen saw with his eyes that these bosses were not happy, so he simply stretched out his hand and arranged the soundproof barrier, but his action made those boatmen feel at ease, and he felt that this silver-haired young man was not unapproachable.

The three of them chatted on their knees, and without saying a few words, they came to the top of the Demon Wei Pavilion: "This trip to the secret realm of the East China Sea, the Black Mountain Villa almost ignored it, and the people sent out were all low-level new disciples, and it was clear that this place was regarded as a place for the mid-year trial, but I was afraid that they themselves didn't care much about the life and death of these people, and let the disciples come to death for no reason, this Black Mountain Villa, and the Ten Thousand Demon Palace back then are also going down the same path more and more, so if you do it for a few years, I'm afraid that it will ...... Anyway, Senior Brother Yinchen and the Prison Worship Don't have to worry about it...... It's just that Nasang Tianliang occupies the Mowei Pavilion on the top of the mountain, although it has been divided, it is more difficult to deal with than before, the two of you must remember to be careful! Nasang Tianliang suffered a big loss in the mine on the edge of Blood Yang City a month ago, and naturally he was dissatisfied, gritting his teeth and stomping his feet to find face in this secret realm, not only did he personally arrive three months ago, he looked at the terrain, but also deliberately left Feng Lieshan there to stare at it for a while, he went back for something in Pershing City, it is said that he has not shown up yet, but that Feng Lieshan ...... That's the character who dared to play with our temple when he was in the Red Blood Secret Realm five years ago, and he was extremely powerful, if the two of them heard his rumors, they should be careful, don't do anything, and retreat as soon as possible. Several elders of our temple are here, so it won't make people turn the sky up casually. ”

As he spoke, he focused his gaze on Yinchen, he paused, his throat moved, and he seemed to be a little speechless and stopped, Yinchen looked at him and didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows, which means don't hide it, say anything.

"Senior brother, the entanglement between you and the Demon Pavilion, the teacher is very concerned!" he sighed a little sadly, which made Yinchen feel very abrupt and strange.

"The matter between me and Mowei Pavilion was over five years ago, and now all that is left is hatred, Zhang Mengmeng, as my sister, has paid for it with her life, what else can you not have a friendship?" Yinchen said indifferently, his current position, whether it is to Sang Tianliang or Mr. Demon Heart, is hostile, he really doesn't know what Zen is worried about.

"But Wei Wuliang, Yun Wuyue's sacrifice won't just be settled, the demon heart of Black Mountain Villa, you can keep an eye on it, you are their secret disciple's matter, you can hide it from the world, can you hide it from your teacher!"