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The bell of the ancient temple rang, and the laurel tree outside the temple exuded a fragrant fragrance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old monk looked at the osmanthus tree, which had been more than a hundred years old, and he remembered the scene when he first arrived at this time, at that time, it was very desolate, so desolate that there were no people, and then he saw that on the overgrown wasteland, such a laurel tree seedling grew after a heavy rain, and the seedling at that time was very immature, as if it would be blown down by the wind at any time, but it always insisted on not falling, but slowly growing.

At that time, the old monk was still a teenager, and it was at that time that the old monk saw the Buddha nature in the laurel tree, he folded his hands, found the goal in life, and then took him and his little novice, and began to build a temple with sweat.

Every day, they would study meditation here, and every day they would silently wait for the flowers to bloom and set, and the sun to rise and set.

It's like a cycle, life and death, just like darkness and light.

At first, there were only a few novices and monks here, but as a few homeless people who had fled from other places came here with their families, when they heard the bell, they felt that they had been guided by something, and at the same time they were attracted by this beautiful natural environment, as if it was a paradise, they lived, and as a little bit passed, the town began to usher in prosperity, and the town was also called Sihou Village because it was behind the temple.

"Master, do you call me?" Xiao Shami respectfully opened the door, and then carefully knelt on the ground and looked at the old monk with white hair.

"I have a premonition that my death is coming, I look back on the past, look back on my childishness, I suddenly understand that this life has been going around outside the Buddha gate without the essentials, if after the death, I can participate in the Buddha's way, it is not a blessing. Although the old monk spoke, his spirit and voice were very loud, and he had no intention of dying.

"The master will definitely be able to understand the Buddha's way. Xiao Shami bit his lip, although he still didn't understand what death meant, but he felt an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling, and his eyes began to become wet at some point.

"Only so self-comforting, our temple, called Osmanthus Temple, that year, I because of the osmanthus and comprehend the Buddha nature to build this temple, but also attracted the whole town of people, but things have dry and glorious, I have a premonition that the town's disaster is coming, before I die, I want to do one thing. The old monk touched the head of the little novice and showed a kind smile, "Your senior brothers, the senior brother only knows suffering, the second senior brother only knows profit, and the third senior brother is famous, and they are not the best candidates for this matter, while the rest of the senior brothers have always lacked some Buddha affinity, and they are useless like chanting scriptures. ”

"Master, if I can do it, I will do it with all my might!" the little novice clenched his fists.

"That's good, soon, there will be a devil will come here to ruin all the life and prosperity of the town, although I know that this is the direction of the road, but I can't bear to see this bleak down, I look at the temple behind the town surrounded by mountains, shaped as a seal, if I can use the power of the Buddha of my life, I may be able to trap this devil, a few years, keep a few years of prosperity, but it is also good. Although the monks are not addicted to foreign things, the old monk watched the completion of this town, and also watched the town gradually prosper and prosper, and everyone worshiped the Buddha and everyone worshipped the Buddha.

"Master, what should I do?" the little novice scratched his head.

"After I pass away, you burn my body to ashes, and then go to the highest part of this town and let my ashes scatter with the wind...... "If this is the case, I will be able to see this town, and I will not have any obsessions." ”

"Oh......" Little Novice lowered his head, he felt great sadness, and then he burst into tears and his body began to stiffen inexplicably.

"In the end, you are the abbot of this temple. ”

"What?" Xiao Shami's face changed, and his eyes were full of fear.

"You don't have to be like this, there is no order for the Taoists, there is no order for the Buddhas, if you can keep this town, it will be immeasurable, so go back." ”

"Oh. ”

Xiao Shami suddenly knelt in front of the old monk, and then pushed the temple away from here......

"Amitabha. The old monk closed his eyes.

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In the evening, Wang Chen finished his day's work, lying in the courtyard outside the inn and watching the sky in a daze.

Where is the end of the vast sky, and what are the gods and goddesses in the heavens like? Do they also have desires, and like ordinary people, they will be afraid and excited?

He thought of Ah Xiang, then thought of Ah Xiang, and remembered Xiaohuan, they should all be immortals, even if they are not immortals, they are also immortals, they are not as cold and ruthless as they seem in the legend, they are high, they will laugh and cry.

If the gods are like this, then it would be fine.

After the sunset left the sky, a dark cloud shrouded it, and a gust of cold wind blew, which made Wang Chen shiver.

In the void, it was as if something was staring at him, and he felt more and more terrifying that the thing staring at him was.

An illusion should be an illusion......

If it's an illusion, then why is that dream so realistic, is that sword really going to kill itself?

Wang Chen's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked at the mountains in the distance, and then looked at the street and the town in front of him, and finally he was stunned.

This town seems to be surrounded by mountains like the chess game of heaven and earth, and he is like the chess piece in his sleep, in the center of this town. Everything is imprinted in dreams, and so, then......

That sword should be slowly approaching, and it should be thinking about its own life anytime and anywhere.

So, what should I do?

"Why are you staying here?" Just when Wang Chen's six gods were gone, there was a strange fragrance next to him, and the proprietress was wearing a long white dress, and she didn't know when she appeared behind him.

"Boss, I'm not lazy, my job has been ......" Wang Chen stood up after launching, and after standing up, he found that he didn't seem to have done anything wrong, so he sat down slightly.

"I know you're not lazy, and it's not working time. The proprietress couldn't help but smile when she looked at Wang Chen's serious expression, "However, you are a member of my inn, so I can't look at you like this." ”

"What ...... I?" Wang Chen looked at the boss's wife's expression, he felt cold, the boss's eyes seemed to be able to see through him at any time, he couldn't help but lower his head and didn't dare to look at him.

"Your Yin Tang is black, your brows are tightly closed, tomorrow evening, you will have a bloody disaster, from today onwards, no matter what happens outside, no matter what you hear or see, you must not go out, you know?" the proprietress squinted.

"I ...... Lady, do you know something?"

"What if you know, what if you don't know? The proprietress turned to leave, but after a few steps she suddenly stopped, "If you don't want to die......

"Dead?" Wang Chen watched the proprietress leave dumbfoundedly.

The proprietress of this inn doesn't look like an ordinary person.

However, what did you mean by what you just said, as long as you don't leave the inn, you can avoid death?

Why? )