The Buddha said: All sentient beings have a fixed number.

There is a definite number of life and death, a definite number of reincarnation, a definite number of wealth and glory, love and hatred.

So, who is the definite number determined? Is it the fateful cause and effect of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, or is it who controls the definite number behind it?

If one day, when all the Buddha's definitions become uncertain and change drastically, is it considered to be going against the sky?

Who will break the stubbornness and swim against the current?

And whose interests will this violate?

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Early in the morning, Castle Peak Temple.

The temple is located in the middle of the green mountain, so it is called Aoyamaji Temple.

"Why is the name of the temple so arbitrary?" Yifeng held a broom, rubbed his little head with his hand, and looked at the plaque blankly.

Behind him was the senior brother Yuan Yin, who was sitting upright and sitting on the stone pier in front of the door to practice.

A gust of wind blew by, whipping up a few leaves.

Yifeng didn't wait for an answer, only hugged the head that had been knocked out in pain, grinning his teeth.

But he also had to listen to the senior brother reprimanding loudly, shouting something "the temple has a heritage, the ancient intentional law, and it cannot be blasphemed", what "the elephant is invisible, and the sound is loud"······

But before he could finish listening to him, Yifeng was pulled away by the second senior brother Fire Monkey pulling his sleeve.

The second senior brother fire monkey is an acute child, he looks like a monkey completely, his eyes are small and round, he is always dripping and turning, and he hangs on his body in a good monk's robe, like being strung together by several bamboo poles, and the wind is a little stronger, and it is estimated that he will be blown into the sky as a kite.

However, the second senior brother is quite capable, responsible for the supply and procurement of the temple, and occasionally responsible for the fasting of everyone in the temple.

Descend from Qingshan Temple, follow the road at the foot of the mountain, and walk north for two days, which is Qingping Town. The second senior brother often dealt with the hawker merchants in the town, and he was already clever, but after a long period of training, he became more shrewd.

However, Yifeng and the second senior brother are quite good, because he will often bring some snacks and gadgets back to him from the town, and there are no such novelties in this small temple.

Although Yifeng is a half-sized man, he has basically never descended the mountain, his childlike innocence is still intact, and he still maintains that natural innocence and curiosity, how can he resist these temptations.

Just now, Senior Brother Fire Monkey ripped Yifeng away from Senior Brother, and it was he who brought Yifeng back from the town to bring delicious food.

Senior Brother Fire Monkey is also afraid of being talked about by the senior brother, after all, in addition to the strong spiritual power, the ability of the senior brother to talk about people is also passed down from the master.

Of course, it is not only Yifeng who is favored by the fire monkey brother, but also the little sister Xiugu. Originally, every time Senior Brother Fire Monkey brought something back, Yifeng would quietly hide in the kitchen in the backyard with Little Senior Sister Xiugu and secretly share it.

This is all the money saved by Senior Brother Fire Monkey through the bargaining magic power of cultivation, which is obviously a violation of the temple rules.

In case they are seen by the master, the nagging grandfather, although the master is kind-hearted and doesn't like to punish them very much, the three of them are afraid that their ears will not be idle for a month.

It was terrifying, and it was estimated that the master was showing off his magic skills in his dreams at night.

At this time, the third senior brother would burn the wood to cook the food, and look at Yifeng and Xiugu, the two greedy cats, and laugh stupidly.

But today, the little sister didn't know where she went, and she didn't see her for half a day.

Yifeng carried half of the halva in his arms and the other half in his hand, hiding in the kitchen and eating it all over his mouth.

The third senior brother, Jin Luo, was already preparing the noon meal, and pointed to the stack of firewood where he was sitting at Yifeng. Yifeng smiled at Senior Brother Jin Luo and got up and stepped aside.

I heard that the third senior brother is also the same as the second senior brother, clever and eccentric.

It wasn't until one time later that he was sent out by the master to run errands late one night, and after he came back, his temperament changed greatly, and he became less willing to speak, often looking at the sky alone in a daze, and often running alone to the deep woods east of Qingshan at night.

However, every time he came back at night, he was always scarred, and everyone thought it was strange at first, but Senior Brother Jin Luo didn't tell the truth, there seemed to be something unspeakable, and the master also turned a blind eye, slowly, so people got used to it.

Although Senior Brother Jin Luo was injured, as long as he was not injured enough to move, he would definitely continue to go out the next night, as if something mysterious was calling him in the dark forest below the mountain every night.

Unless, Jin Luo's body reaches the limit of injury, Master Diyi will stand silently at the gate of the temple that night, if the third senior brother wants to forcibly support his body to continue to go out at night, as soon as he sees the figure of the master at the temple gate, he will silently turn back to the bedroom to rest.

But after a few days, he was like this again, and for a long time, Senior Brother Jin Luo's words became less and less, but his attitude towards everyone was still as kind as ever.

Coupled with a cold appearance, a rigorous and sharp personality, and a murderous aura that suddenly rises from time to time, the fourth senior brother Shuli is all the members of Qingshan Temple.

Qingshan Temple, one of the thirteen states of Dawu Kingdom, is in the countryside of Qingping Town, Mangnan County, Yunzhou, a small temple in a remote mountain col, a place that was originally indisputable with the world.

However, no one would have thought that the magnificent historical turning point of the Dawu Kingdom would start from this inconspicuous small temple, and these inconspicuous Buddhists would become the heroes of an earth-shattering war, and jointly write a legendary epic of war that is ancient and modern.

The Great Martial Kingdom has a history of thousands of years, and both mortals and cultivators are her people, but mortals and ordinary people account for the vast majority, and there are very few cultivators, but they often become a powerful force that dominates the rule of the Great Martial Kingdom.

There are thousands of famous and upright sects in the cultivation world of the Great Wu Kingdom, but the main cultivation sects are led by the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, especially Buddhism, because the rulers of the Great Wu Kingdom are particularly believing, and the power of Buddhism and Taoism has reached an unprecedented heyday, and there are more than 10 million people who believe in Buddhism!

However, under this heyday, there is a turbulent undercurrent, but it is surrounded by the smoke of the incense of Buddhism, and now, no one can clearly see the huge crisis hidden under the fog of sandalwood.

At this moment, Yifeng is even more ignorant of the outside world. In front of him, there is only his only little sister who loves him the most, Xiugu.

"Do you know!" the little sister said with wide eyes, eyes glancing everywhere, and speaking quietly, afraid of being heard by others.

"Do you know?" the little senior sister leaned over, as if she was carrying some treasure, and couldn't help but repeat it.

She has the fair skin of a cardamom girl, a beautiful face, and a trace of hair leaking from her sideburns, which inadvertently swept to Yifeng's eyes, and he felt itchy, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

"I just overheard the conversation between Master and Senior Brother and learned a big secret!"

Xiu Gu's beautiful eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, blinked like the eyes of a deer, revealing smugness at the moment, but also with a hint of hesitation.

Yifeng suddenly remembered something, took out half of the halva from the paper bag and stuffed it to her, Xiu Gu reached out to catch it, opened it and ate it.

Yifeng was hung by her, looked at her, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What secret?"

Xiu Gu was eating halva, and her eyes were obviously hesitant. After a while, she gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and said, "The third senior brother didn't come back alone that night more than ten years ago!

The little senior sister glanced at the side again, cautious and mysterious.

"Who?"

Yifeng seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, and couldn't help but whisper.

"It's you!" the little senior sister stretched out her finger and gently poked at the center of Yifeng's eyebrows, but she herself frowned.

Yifeng's heart moved slightly, he had long known that he was an orphan picked up by the people in the temple. He sometimes thinks about his life experience, but the master and his brothers and sisters are very good to him, and he doesn't have too many ideas.

It's just that he always thought that it was the master who picked him up, but he didn't expect it to be the third senior brother.

Third Senior Brother, did you become silent after picking him up?

In the evening, the five views hall of Qingshan Temple.

Everyone sat around the wooden table at the meal, waiting for the Master to admonish. Senior Brother Yuan Yin and Second Senior Brother Fire Monkey sat on the left side of the Master, the Third Senior Brother Jin Luo, the Fourth Senior Brother Shuli, and the Little Senior Sister Xiugu sat on the right side of the Master, and Yifeng sat opposite and sat down in front of Master Diyi.

Usually this is the happiest time for Yifeng, everyone gathers together, while making noise, while watching the master chatter, his mouth moves, and the white beard on his lips and chin opens and closes, like two balls of cotton floating in the air, which is very interesting.

The little senior sister and Yifeng were the most unstable, and the senior brothers were also very speechless about the master's daily lengthy admonitions.

As the Master spoke, he would close his eyes and slowly revel in his own teachings. The brothers couldn't bear it anymore for a long time, and began to eat with chopsticks, and the little sister and Yifeng would fight twice, and they also began to eat vegetables.

But after listening to the words of the little sister today, I don't know why, there is always an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart, and I have been depressed for a day.

When the senior brothers and sisters started to eat, he was still staring at the master's white beard in a daze.

"There are five views when eating, one view of how much merit is remembered, the measure of where it comes from, the second view of one's own virtue, all lack of offering, three views of preventing the heart from leaving, and greed and so on are the ······"

The master was still concentrating on chattering, but his white beard was like wet white cotton at this time, stuffed into Yifeng's heart, and he couldn't breathe and couldn't take it out, and the wrinkling was uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" the little senior sister saw Yifeng's abnormality, and sandwiched a piece of green silverfish made of tofu for him - the name was given by the scholarly brother of Wen Crepe, and she also bit a piece in her mouth, and asked him vaguely.

"Nothing. ”

He casually glanced at the third senior brother, who shook his arms and dealt with the bowl of rice in a humble and serious manner.

Yifeng sighed slightly and picked up the dishes and chopsticks.

Soon after nightfall, the moon was dark.

The lights of all parts of the temple are lit by the elder brothers, and the Buddha statues of the Daxiong Treasure Hall are brilliant and brilliant under the lights, and the shadows are full of shadows, solemn and mysterious.

Yifeng didn't rest early today as usual, and at this moment he was hiding in the corner of the wall on the left side of the temple gate, his heart beating wildly, waiting for the figure to appear.

The last time he saw Master standing at the gate of the temple was three days ago, and tonight maybe Senior Brother Jin Luo would reappear, and what he was waiting for was to leave Senior Brother Jin Luo alone at night.

There are six large stone piers at the entrance of the temple, arranged from high to low, which are usually used by senior brothers and sisters to practice with themselves.

At this moment, it was like a six-headed monster lying on the ground, condescendingly looking at the dark forest east of Qingshan, like a wind anxiously waiting, unable to settle down, looking at that place uneasily.

The original name of the dark forest is not very clear, and when the little senior sister and Yifeng sometimes go out to wander at night, they see a black forest under the mountain, boundless, like a black ocean.

No matter how bright the moonlight was, it could not light up the darkness, and the moonlight shone on it, as if it was swallowed up by a forest, so the two of them called this forest a dark forest.

From the time they came to the temple to be sensible, they have been warned by the senior brothers not to go out at night, and it is strictly forbidden to go to the Black Forest.

Later, the brothers found out that they occasionally slipped out of the temple and only caught crickets and fireflies in the grass outside the temple, so they were relieved.

Qingshan Temple has a total of several masters and apprentices, the backyard is the master's house, and the kitchen and miscellaneous rooms and Wuguan Hall are separated in the left and right wings.

In the front yard, there is only one hall of the Great Majesty, where incense is offered.

On both sides of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the left side room is opened into one, which is the bedroom of the five brothers. The right side is divided into two rooms, and in the corner is the bedroom of the little sister.

Near the entrance of the temple is the guest room, Xiugu is responsible for cleaning up every day, but there are not many pilgrims staying throughout the year.

Therefore, Qingshan Temple is very small, so small that the senior brother and the second senior brother talk in their dreams at night, and the third senior brother snores clearly.

Yifeng and the little senior sister slipped out at night at the beginning, but they were caught by the second senior brother and brought back for a lesson.

Later, the two of them didn't pay attention to it at all, and still went their own way and continued to go out of the temple to play around.

But the senior brothers caught them more times, and they knew that they were next to the temple, and at most they ran to the back mountain.

There is a trail in the back mountain, the temple chops firewood and picks up firewood, there is no danger, knowing that Yifeng and Xiugu will not run far, everyone is relieved.

But tonight, Yifeng made an exception and did not call the little senior sister, but squatted alone in the corner, motionless, as if it was the seventh little stone monster at the gate of Qingshan Temple, lying in the dark night, waiting for the target to appear.

The gates of Aoyama-ji Temple are basically not closed day or night, because no matter who enters the temple, everyone can hear it clearly.

And this small temple, those incense money, don't seem to be able to seduce greedy villains.

The dark shadow flickered at the door, and it seemed that someone was going out!

Although the light is not good, Yifeng can see it at a glance, according to the wide and fat figure, there must be no doubt that it is the third senior brother.

I saw him standing in front of the stone pier at the entrance of the temple, facing the gravel steps up the mountain, concentrating for a moment, clasping his hands together, refreshing and concentrating.

Suddenly, there was a faint red light flashing under the robe of the third senior brother, and Yifeng was about to fix his eyes to look, only to see the third senior brother jump, like a night owl spreading its wings, rising ten zhang high in an instant, and steadily falling to the crown of the big tree next to the mountain road, a few ups and downs, disappeared into the vast darkness at the foot of the green mountain.

Yifeng walked out of the corner, moved his hands and feet, ran the exercises, lifted the spiritual power, gathered the spiritual power to the legs and feet, and was ready to move, ready to run down the mountain to track the third senior brother.

"A wind!"

At this moment, there was a sudden shout from behind him, Yifeng's figure suddenly froze, his heart suddenly froze, his face stiffened, and he slowly turned around.