Title Poshan Temple after the Zen Temple

Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo path leads to the secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.

The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty.

Wan Lai is silent, but Yu Zhong chimes.

------ Changjian (Tang Dynasty)

The breeze is blowing, the leaves are gently swaying, making a sound like laughter, and the demons and spirits attached to the prince's second son have finally settled down, this matter is a gratifying thing for all beings in the world such as the prince's court and Buddhism, and because of this, the empty abbot returned to his meditation room with a smile, and the little monk who accidentally broke the teacup was also kindly educated, not as serious as in the past.

Sitting on the futon, holding the Buddha beads and turning endlessly, his brows furrowed, he felt that there was still one thing to do, but he couldn't remember it all of a sudden, and was about to go out to inquire after thinking about it, when a familiar knock came from outside the door.

"The abbot master is here?" said a middle-aged monk respectfully

"Is it the round forest of the welcome hall, come in?" asked Sora

Entering the house, Monk Yuanlin first bowed respectfully to the abbot, and then talked in detail about the foreign Buddhist fellow Daoists he had recently received, which explained to the monks who came to Gu Jianping because the temple attacked by demons was destroyed.

"Oh, Mingde monk, I have a little impression of this little monk, he turned out to be a disciple of the Yuantong monk of Qingyan Temple, after the Qingyan Temple was destroyed, he went to our Songshan General Altar, before Yuankong said about this little monk, he did not receive the same compensation as other temples destroyed Buddhism colleagues and sent to be an elder. Right. “

"The abbot is right, he has always said that he came because of the White Horse Temple, but when I asked him for details, he said that you can only tell the abbot in person. This is also one of the reasons why I came to report today"""" said Monk Yuanlin

"The matter of the White Horse Temple, well, I remembered it, because of the prince and the demon spirit for a while, I almost forgot this, the White Horse Temple is the origin of our Buddhism, destroyed by the demon, this matter will definitely find the demon to find a settlement in the future, and it will never be counted like this. The empty monk straightened his back and said with a solemn face

Just as the presiding monk of Songshan Temple, who was full of questions, Gu Jianping, the monk of Mingde, also had a stomach of questions to ask this Buddhist elder, such as the origin of those demons, the origin of demons, and most importantly, where did the demons take their master and those people from Qingyan Temple into captivity, and do they still have any hope of survival?

Gently stroking the ring in the palm of his hand, this is the end of the White Horse Temple's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion Master commissioned by the life cultivation, so that Gu Jianping thousands of miles of wind and frost for half a year to bring the familiar breath of the old man, the empty divine consciousness is slightly touched, the seal of the Sumeru ring will be opened, and the divine consciousness is inducted, and the White Horse Temple has inherited thousands of years of vast and vast Buddhist collections.

"Little monk Mingde, it's not easy for you to escort all the way, and you are worshiped by the old monk"

Seeing that the world-famous Songshan Temple presided over the empty monk wanted to give himself a big gift, Gu Jianping hurriedly stopped him, this is not a etiquette that he can easily accept, not to mention that the old monk of the White Horse Temple has passed on his lifelong cultivation knowledge to Gu Jianping, such a generous gift, Gu Jianping has been used endlessly until now, how dare he receive such a thanksgiving gift again.

"Master Mingde, I have understood the matter clearly, I will find a way to rebuild Qingyan Temple, and you can go back then, but it will take time"

"You have also made a great contribution to the White Horse Temple's escort of the Buddhist scriptures, and it was originally to reward you for going to the Eight Heavenly Dragon Hall to comprehend the scriptures and improve your cultivation, but since the old friends of the White Horse Temple have passed on their lifelong cultivation knowledge to you, there is no need to go to the Eight Heavenly Dragon Hall again, so let's do it, you are willing to serve as the guest deacon of Songshan Temple. ”

"Little monk Mingde will do his best," Gu Jianping said

"Amitabha, so good, Mingde, do you have anything else to ask?" said Sora with a smile

"Yes, the little monk Mingde wants to ask my master Yuantong and the elders of the Qingyan Temple and many other fellow disciples are still alive, and if so, where are they?"

"The demon has a cruel temperament, destroying many temples and fellow disciples of my Buddhist sect, and many other fellow disciples such as the White Horse Temple have been poisoned by him, hey, you also know this. But in addition to that, these demons will also take away the elders, disciples, and martial arts collections of my Buddha Sect and other Daomen martial arts realms, just like the Qingyan Temple you see."

"Regarding these captive people and the collection of exercises, I have asked other elders and many powers, and we have unanimously confirmed that they are in the underground demon realm of the Great Northern Wilderness, as for life and death, we have limited manpower, and the Great Northern Wilderness is extremely sinister, and we cannot explore and confirm it for the time being."

"The underground demon realm of the Great Northern Wilderness, that is in the north of the Liang Kingdom, the place where the Dream Wasteland has been three thousand miles in the past"

"Yes, the Nightmare Wasteland is already inaccessible, except for some barbarians in the east, the wasteland of three thousand miles past is really a rare desperate forbidden land in the world, even if we can't easily break through"

"Mingde, do you have the idea of going to the underground demon realm of the Great Northern Wilderness to find the whereabouts of your master and others?" asked Kong

"Exactly"

"Amitabha, this heart is very good, but your cultivation is insufficient, and it is in vain to go, although my Buddhism also says that one person is sacrificed to save everyone, but not all sacrifices are worth it. What's more, in this calamity, you will have other opportunities to create in the future, and if you survive, you can save more people, which is also a great act of goodness, understand?" said Sora

"Yes, thanks to the teachings of the abbot, the little monk should remember and practice. Gu Jianping said

"Well, let's go," After speaking, the empty monk continued to sit on the futon, his face was solemn, his eyes were closed and he recited the scriptures, and his body naturally exuded the momentum of a great monk.

On the way, Gu Jianping looked at the sun that was slightly blocked by floating clouds, although it was blocked at all, but the huge shadow was cast on the ground, and the golden bronze Buddha that was originally produced by the sun in the huge Songshan temple suddenly lost its strength and was dull, and it also took the entire Songshan temple into a strange dead atmosphere.

The previous question had been answered in the conversation of the abbot of Elaokong, but at this moment, a new question appeared in Gu Jianping's heart, coming to Songshan Temple on the one hand was entrusted by the old monk of the White Horse Temple, and on the other hand, he also hoped that he, a monk who was targeted by demons, would be protected by strong security in this Hesongshan Temple, the general altar of Buddhism in the world.

But now it seems that this shelter is afraid that it will not be able to keep up with the outbreak of this demon calamity, so where will it go when the time comes?