In the mountain of Pulian, the pine needles have not fallen, but the tip is a little wilted. The heavy snow lies quietly on the mountain forest, not walking or making trouble.

The big Buddha holding the lotus flower is still satisfied with the snow hat on his forehead, smiling and looking at the lights of thousands of homes, and the snow in Chang'an. At the bare feet, there is another quiet place of smoke, which is the Pure Industry Temple.

"Boom!"

The familiar bell rang, but there were no startled birds, no falling gold leaves, and no quiet monks worshipping the Buddha devoutly.

In one of the rooms of the sweeping room, Jing Nian faces the Buddha statue in the house, sitting cross-legged on a futon, and his body is wrapped in golden light. His eyes were tightly closed, but he could see the pupils that he kept turning. There were many beads of sweat on his forehead, and he held Buddha beads in his palms. The body trembled, and the lips trembled.

“...... Ah, little junior brother, little junior brother, little junior brother..."

The sandalwood in the room was faint, the candles on the wooden table were bright, and everything was calm, except for the pure thoughts that suddenly opened their eyes and shouted excitedly.

"Huhuhu..."In addition to being excited, Jing Nian saw the stable Buddha statue in front of him, and then he relieved himself and took a deep breath.

He took a big gulp of cold air into his body, but Jing Nian didn't feel cold at all, and the thick monk's robe on his body was soaked with sweat.

Originally, he was meditating on the scriptures and arguing about the Buddha's sounds. But he seemed to hear a cry for help, the voice of pure karma.

"Seventh Senior Brother, save me!"

Jing Nian only remembers that he interrupted his meditation and ran down the mountain. But as soon as he left the temple gate, there were corpses all over the mountains. I didn't have time to take a closer look, and I was thinking about the little junior brother. He rushed all the way into Chang'an City, and the city gate was broken, as if it had been scratched by something. There was blood everywhere, corpses everywhere.

Entering Chang'an, Jing Nian saw the picture that almost collapsed, a vague figure, trampling hundreds of corpses under his feet, his hand, penetrating the heart of Jing Ye. Jingye looked at himself miserably, and said, "Why don't you come and save me!"

In the next moment, the figure suddenly became huge, throwing the pure karma into a large mouth, and at the same time swallowing all the corpses under his feet.

At that moment, the sky was colorless, low cracking, and there were fireworks everywhere in Chang'an City.

Jing Nian frantically shouted to the figure, every sentence was a Buddha sound, but it had no effect. The golden years of spiritual power that had just been condensed around the body were only short-lived, and all of them collapsed.

Jingnian ran towards the figure, but the figure grew farther and farther away, the smaller he became, and everything became darker, only evil laughter echoed.

These were all scenes that Jing Nian had just seen, and it really made him feel palpitations. He clearly felt that his spiritual power could not be used, and the Buddha's heart was broken.

"Boom!" the bell outside the house was still ringing, and the pure thoughts inside the house gradually calmed down.

"No, tell Master quickly!" Jing Nian got up from the futon, didn't care about the silence of the late night, and walked quickly to Master Jinghai's room.

...

"Master..."

"Come in. ”

Outside a meditation room very close to the sweeping room, Jing Nian just stood at the door and held his palm to prepare to chant. The voice of the elder of the Pure Sea Master sounded in the room.

Jing Nian gently pushed the door open and walked in.

There were red candles burning under the Buddha statue in the room, and Master Jinghai sat quietly on a wooden chair, calmly watching Jingnian enter the door.

"Amitabha, Master, the disciple really shouldn't disturb your rest at this time, but it's really the disciple who is worried about the little junior brother, so he bothers the master. Jing Nian knelt down in front of Master Jinghai, bowed his head and clasped his palms together.

"Amitabha, why are you suffering? Get up and sit down first, and then talk slowly. Master Jinghai lowered his eyes and sighed as he looked at Jing Nian kneeling in front of him.

"Yes, Master. Hearing this, Jing Nian quickly got up and sat down, his eyes looking at the Master's peaceful face.

"You just said your little junior brother, what's wrong with him?" After Jing Nian sat down, Master Jing Hai slowly asked.

"Master, disciple just meditated...... "Since he was already in front of the master, Jingnian no longer panicked, and opened his mouth softly, telling the master everything he had just seen in meditation.

Candles are born from candle wax, but they inadvertently burn their bodies.

"Amitabha, disciple, you have always had the ability to predict things in the future, and this is a God-given Buddha's eye. What you see is not necessarily false. The reason why you can understand the future of pure karma, and even the future of Chang'an City, is related to your Buddha heart. After Jing Nian finished speaking, Master Jing Hai was silent for a while, looked at the somewhat confused apprentice, and explained in a warm voice.

"Master, since my last retreat, I had a premonition that something would happen to my junior brother, but my Buddha's heart has become more and more firm, and there is no problem. "Jing Nian doesn't understand what Master said about the Buddha's mind, and there is no problem with his own Buddha's mind.

"Master Wei, after encountering these things, have you changed them?" Master Jinghai did not tell the question of the Buddha's mind, but asked him a question.

"I... Yes!" Jing Nian said with some hesitation, but still said.

"In this way, your Buddha heart will not be damaged, disciple, the ability you have is not for you to know and not act, the Buddha sound lies in the long extension, and the Buddha heart lies in being open-minded and unimpeded. You are too concerned about pure karma, so you have a premonition of his future, and you can't change it in the face of his future, so you will be like this when you wake up. After listening to Jingnian's words, Master Jinghai explained in a hurry.

"Master, disciple understands. After listening to Master's words, Jingnian got up and bowed to Master. Master has already said that, how could he not understand it.

"Disciple, in the future, whether it is Buddhist scriptures and mantras, or Buddha sounds. Remember, the future is not the future, do your best!" After Jing Nian finished the salute, Master Jing Hai looked at Jing Nian and finally admonished.

"Amitabha, disciple remember. Jing Nian took Master's words to heart and responded in a deep voice.

"Go ahead. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

After being dismissed by the master and leaving the meditation room, after returning home, he began to retreat and become enlightened.

In the silent night, in addition to the sound of the wind, there is also the bell that rings every hour, it is telling the time, and it is also alert.

"Amitabha, the catastrophe of the world... In the meditation room, Master Jinghai stood in front of the Buddha statue and sighed heavily.

Reach out and place a blank piece of paper in an envelope and extinguish the candle that illuminates the darkness.

......

Inside the city of Jinju.

It's late at night, and the streets are unattended, but there's always something special.

Jingye and Ning Qinghuan ran all the way and finally came to the city.

Many of the surrounding buildings are closed, and new wanted notices are posted on the walls. Only one of the larger restaurants still has lanterns lit under the plaque.

"Welcome Building. Let's rest here tonight. Jingye and Ning Qinghuan stood in front of the building, looking at the plaque, Jingye said a little tiredly.

"Hmm. Ning Qinghuan answered softly. She was also very tired, so she rushed all the way to Shicun, fought with monsters, and then rushed here overnight, she couldn't even bear the pure karma, how could she bear it.

The two walked into the welcome building, and the shopkeeper who was sleepy at the front desk didn't notice them.

"Little two. Jingye screamed, not loud, but enough to wake up the shopkeeper.

"Who... Hey, two guest officers, at this point, are you going to play the tip or stay in the hotel?" The shopkeeper wanted to scold who was arguing with Lao Tzu to sleep, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a young bald head with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen standing in front of him.

"Accommodation, two. Jingye said very simply, he was really tired, and there was no nonsense at all.

"Okay, I'll show you if there are any rooms... It's really unfortunate, two guest officers, there is only one room left, you see... Squeeze it?" the shopkeeper saw that the beauty came to the spirit, but he didn't dare to keep staring at others, he knew that he was just a small person, and he had to do his duty to live well.

"This..."Jingye listened to the words of the second child of the Taoist shop, and his heart was really speechless and tearful!

"Then one, hurry up, it's silver taels. Ning Qinghuan on the side had no opinion, and the jade hand put a few taels of silver on the table, urging the Taoist shopkeeper.

"Alright, guest officer, please go upstairs. Seeing so much silver, the shopkeeper was even more happy, and he could quietly get some out of it.

"Qing Huan..."Pure karma is a little reluctant, men and women are late at night, in the same room, this is passed out?

"Aren't you tired?" Ning Qinghuan only said these four words, and then followed the shopkeeper upstairs.

"Of course I'm tired!" Jingye couldn't help it, and with the aroma, he followed.

The wind blew into the welcome building, and there was no one in the hall on the first floor. The ledger at the front desk was flipped by the wind, and a wanted warrant with two people painted inside was flipped back and forth.

......

In the early morning, the night recedes to welcome the first day.

In front of the gate of the Sage Academy stood a cloth-clothed monk, and in front of the monk was a young calligrapher. After a few words, the monk handed the calligrapher a letter, and the calligrapher turned and trotted away.

"It's a good day. Yesterday's wine has been left to this day, and it has a little more fragrance, which is very good. ”

In one of the several high-rise pavilions inside the academy, the nine sages in white clothes and fans stood on the hanging platform of the attic looking at the bright sky, and pecked at the remnants of wine.

"Lord Nine Sages, there is a letter from the Pure Industry Temple for you. A respectful voice sounded outside the door behind the screen.

"Come in. The Nine Sages walked over to the screen and said softly.

The calligrapher outside the door pushed open the door with great care, bent down in front of the Nine Sages, and presented the letter from above with both hands.

The Nine Sages took the letter and did not speak. The bookmaker left quietly with a very good eye.

Putting the paper fan down, the Nine Sages tore open the envelope and took out the white paper inside.

The paper is ink-free and clean and streak-free.

Float the paper in the air and lightly tap the center of the white paper. Suddenly, a large number of golden words quickly appeared on the paper.

"All the way from the mountain temple to the academy, it is not easy. Although it was bumpy, it did not hurt his life. Last night, the Buddha's eyes looked through the void, and the red star feared that it would fall to Chang'an, and the ferocity was pointed at Jinzhou, so there was a catastrophe! The poor monk promised not to enter the world easily, and asked the nine sages to help him overcome the catastrophe. The catastrophe should be self-explanatory, and the catastrophe of man cannot exist. When all the calamities are crossed, when there is a catastrophe, the world can be saved. The academy stands on the foundation of reading, and there are always broken and needed to be repaired in the quicksand for thousands of years. Pure sea stay!" The Nine Sages carefully read every word, and with a wave of their hand, the letter disappeared.

"Over the years, the Sage Academy has indeed lived a little stable, and the hundred officials and people are also a little self-righteous!" Coming to the hanging platform, the Nine Sages looked into the distance and muttered to themselves. With both hands behind his back, one hand clenched into a fist.

He only promised King Tang's eldest brother yesterday, Wu Jun, that he would go to his mansion to drink today. But a letter came at this time, but he couldn't ignore it.

The calm and handsome face gradually became dull. Until I read the letter. Only then did he understand why this year's freshmen had changed so early to carry out the mission of the World Bank Cabinet.

"Pure karma, you kid have to hold me up!" The Nine Sages finally looked into the distance, opened their mouths, and then disappeared on the hanging platform.

For the Nine Sages, this letter from the Pure Industry Temple is really timely, if it is a few hours late, then the future may be different!

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