On May 15, it was drizzling on the stone bridge.

Yang Wanwan had already come here two days ago to explore the road, so she already had a direction in her heart. Walk across the Suzaku Bridge and turn around again, and you will find the temple called "Garan".

Behind Nagaran Temple, there is a bamboo forest with winding paths. The dark lacquered red tiles, under the cover of the faint greenery, have a bit of the aesthetics of wabi and silence in the Japanese tea ceremony. Stopping and watching, it seems to be able to wash away the lead stained in the bustling city.

A few days ago, on this bridge, in front of the temple, there were many people still in the door, and few people set foot on it. Now, the crowd is squeezing on this bridge of suitable width and narrowness.

Judging from their clothing and accents, these people came from all over the country, and a few people were carrying a few incense candles in their bags. Obviously, their targets are all the severed arms.

The stone bridge was covered with moss, and the drizzle fell and became even more slippery. Fortunately, the crowd was congested, walking very slowly, and no one slipped or fell.

Yang Wanwan was wearing a floral long skirt and a shawl with long hair. She folded the canvas bag a few times to protect herself from the rain, for fear of damaging the teacher's manuscript. In the case of this crowded, it is obviously unrealistic to play an umbrella.

The rain made her broken hair heavier, close to her face, and slightly itchy.

The sound of the drums rang out, and she craned her neck and looked ahead, only to see the crowd in sight.

"Xiao Liu, it's really you, you're also here to ......"

"Eh, isn't this Boss Zhu? What a coincidence! You also heard about it?"

"No, this is the second time I've been here, don't you know, my wife and I have seen all over Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and we still pour Chinese medicine every day, but I can't get pregnant. It was probably the year before, and my wife didn't know which magazine she saw it from, and it said that there was a broken arm in Nanling, which was extremely effective. After she saw it, she pestered me to come, and I couldn't resist it, in Duanyang last year, I had to take her on a vacation. ”

"Is it really as good as the legend?" the middle-aged man lowered his voice and asked the man beside him.

"Haha, Spirit! No, my wife just gave birth, so I came alone today. I'm here to make a wish!"

"Congratulations, Boss Zhu. ”

"Why are you?"

"My son is about to take the college entrance examination......"

In the crowd, there was a sound of rustling. Yang Wanwan listened carefully for a while and found that several stories were similar, almost the same.

She couldn't help but be even more curious.

After about fifteen minutes, Yang Wanwan finally stepped into the temple.

Several large red drums are arranged throughout the temple, and a group of people in white shirts, standing behind the drums, beat in the same rhythm.

The beat of the drum is dull, but it resounded in the sky.

"Most temples pay attention to quietness, but this place is unique, how lively and how to come. "One voice said that.

The crowd occupied the corridor, and Yang Wanwan was petite, and it was easy to squeeze to the front. She looked around for a moment, and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on the clearing ahead.

"It's almost time to start!"

"I guess so. ”

Knock knock, the drum beat is brighter, as if something is being called.

Accompanied by the rapid beat of the drums, a man dressed in a tattered blue robe and wearing a dark blue mask on his head walked out of the bell tower, acting like a beast.

The mask, with two fangs protruding outward, a facial expression with teeth and claws, and two horns on the top of its head.

"What is this? It's ugly!"

"It is said to be a Nakshatra. ”

The man in this costume jumped and kept hissing as a beast. He ran around and cried many children who were brought by their parents.

After circumambulating the field for a week, after returning to the original point, the man danced a strange dance, at first he danced vigorously, and every movement, showed his strength and spirit. But gradually, the man's movements began to weaken, and the beat of the drum slowed down.

Eventually, the drum beat was gone, and the man fell to the ground, performing spasms, twitching from time to time. A few whimperes.

In the silence, the sound of the ethereal flute lingers, and the sound is leisurely, like the chirping of birds.

A man dressed as a monk, dressed in white, came with his hands folded. With his eyes closed, he expertly walked to the center of the clearing and danced.

His dance was very different from the man's dance just now. He is accompanied by the sound of the flute, and every movement is like a frightening wave, graceful like a dragon, although it does not lose its strength, but it is a lot more concise, and the amplitude is much smaller. It is very elegant and indifferent like a monk, not in love with comfort, not in luxury.

The white clothes danced for a moment, and then folded their hands again. He calmed his breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Yaksha fell to the ground, right in front of his eyes. Bai Yi just watched.

Clang, a long sword was thrown into the middle of the clearing by someone. The white cloth bent over and picked up the long sword.

The light flashed, and Yang Wanwan closed her eyes.

This luster is not like a prop for filming, but like a real sword.

Yang Wanwan held her breath and her heart raced.

Bai Yi picked up his sword, danced in the air, and swung it over his head, facing the fallen Yaksha.

No, didn't anyone find out? The sword was real! The call had already rushed to his throat and was swallowed by Yang Wanwan raw.

Because the next moment, the hand held high by Bai Yi was put down. He turned his wrist and aimed the blade at the palm of his left hand. With a stroke, blood flowed out.

That's real blood, it's so red!

Blood flowed down the hilt, and a few drops fell to the ground, fainting into flowers.

The white cloth squatted down and placed the broken palm in front of the Yaksha.

Yaksha whimpered a few times and looked up. He glanced at the white clothes, stuck out his tongue, and licked the blood.

Then, the sound of the flute turned sharply, and the one who fell to the ground was changed to a white coat. Yaksha regained his vitality and danced wildly. This time, he writhed more exaggeratedly, and his movements were insolent. It was as if something was about to burst out of his body, and with the mask of teeth and claws, he could see the pain.

And then something strange happened. The man who played the role of Yaksha, in the dance, took off his blue mask and took off his tattered blue robe.

At the next glance, there was already a monk with clear eyebrows. Dressed in white.

He was born again. The man looked at the white clothes lying on the ground, his hands folded.

"Amitabha. The monk sighed.

The sound of the flute, stopped.

The drama is over. The applause was bustling.

Yang Wanwan understood, and the monk saw the dying Yaksha, and fed it with blood, saving the Yaksha from the moment of his soul. The Yaksha came to nirvana, and the monk paid with his life. Yaksha looked at the man who had saved him, chose to be bent on goodness, escaped into the empty door, and then faded his fierce and ugly appearance, and lived again as a white-clothed person.

This is what the old man said, "dancing in white".

"I heard that this is the story of a monk named 'Xuanyi' in history, that is, this monk cast the broken arm Rulai. ”

"How come I've never heard of this man?"

"yes, it's not famous at all. ”

"After all, Nanling is so remote here, it's normal for us not to know. ”

"Then the monk died like this?"

"The last time I came, I heard the abbot here say that the monk Xuanyi eventually became an arhat. ”

This ending sounds cliché, and typical Buddhist stories are pretty much the same. It's boring, I want to see the golden Buddha soon. ”

Complaints abounded.

The dancers left the stage, and the drummers carried the drums away.

"Please, Buddha—" one of them shouted.

The door to the main hall was opened.