In the northwest of Yangzhou and the southeast of Zhongzhou, on a barren hill on the border of the two states, there is a small temple, which is broken and dilapidated, and even the temple gate has collapsed most of it. On the door beam, which can barely be erected, there is a plaque hanging crookedly, with the rare word "Lanruo" on it, but the handwriting behind it is really blurry, and I can't see what is written.

This mountain and this temple are usually hidden in the void, and no one can see them, let alone visit them. In the red dust, on the location of this mountain, is a military camp established in the early years of Great Xia, where an army of the Great Xia Dynasty is stationed.

The army was led by the royal family and rotated half of it every ten years. Every time you rotate, you must send countless masters to sit in charge, nervous and careful, as if facing a great enemy.

It's just that after so many years, whether it is the mountain or the temple, there has never been any movement. For thousands of years, the Great Xia Dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous, and the temples are becoming more and more dilapidated, and even the royal generals in charge of this military camp are becoming more and more careless.

There is a small courtyard in the middle of the temple, and a vegetable field and a pond are opened in the small courtyard. There are a few lotus flowers floating in the pond, which are not ajar, there are a few fish under the lotus flowers, which do not swim lazily, and a few ordinary vegetables are planted in the vegetable patch, which do not seem to be vigorous, but have not withered.

Between the vegetable patch and the pond, an old monk in a shabby monk's robe sits idly. He smiled and looked at the lotus flowers, looking at them with peace and joy, as if just looking at them had endless fun.

Suddenly, his brow moved, revealing a look of confusion, and he turned his head to look in the southwest direction.

"Strange, before the calamity comes, how can a person of great merit be born?"

He muttered in surprise, then smiled again.

"Anyway, it's a good thing. ”

He also said: "The old monk lost the bet with Zhao Sheng in the past, so he had to sit here and couldn't interfere in Hongchen's affairs. Just ......"

In the void, I vaguely heard the voice of a young man "report the four graces, and help the three hardships".

"Some people read the old monk's son, and this has nothing to do with the old monk. ”

The old monk spread out his palm, and a circle of light wheels appeared in his palm, but the light was dim, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time.

He didn't cast the dim wheel of light, but there was something in the voice of the words, which was pulled by the darkness.

"To make a wish to save others is bodhichitta (bodhichitta). Good, good!"

In the void, barren mountains and ruined temples disappeared as if nothing had happened.

Pan Long opened his eyes, only felt that he was in a peaceful mood, and the previous impatience and insecurity had dissipated, as if he had woken up from a good dream, and he was all over the body, and it was like reading a spare book in the study at home in Dingfeng Town, and he was about to go to dinner, and his mood was stable, and he was not unhappy at all.

He raised his hand, and the crow in the painting was neatly feathered and energetic, and he knew that he was in good condition at a glance.

He raised his head, the dark clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed, but there was no longer a fierce killing intent and a strong sense of danger coming from the dark clouds, but there was a sense of peace and tranquility, faintly falling from the sky, making people feel extremely comfortable.

"Looks like I've probably found the correct use of merit?"

He smiled and closed his eyes again, only to see that the green and yellow qi in the fragmentary void world of the Mountains and Seas Sutra had not decreased, but seemed to be more and more active, and it was circulating at the moment, vaguely carrying a natural charm of the rotation of the sun and the moon, and the alternation of day and night.

So he simply found a stone and sat down and looked up at the sky.

After a while, the dark clouds dispersed, and I saw a clear blue sky and a bright sun, and there was no trace of the demon god war.

"Thank you. A voice suddenly sounded next to him, and he turned his head to look, only to see that Bi Lingkong had returned to his previous dress as a scribe, and he was still carrying a box of painting tools in his hand, looking like the painter with a peaceful personality when he first met.

Pan Long shook his head and stood up.

"I don't dare to do it, in fact, I still don't understand what is going on. ”

Bi Lingkong said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, since you have already displayed such magical powers, you will naturally have some enlightenment soon." ”

Her eyes were full of approval, and she said: "Today's events, everyone in the world knows about them. From then on, you'll be famous. ”

Pan Long was taken aback and asked, "Everyone knows it's me?"

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Bi Lingkong asked a little puzzled: "Aren't you unwilling?" With great merit and comprehension of great magical powers, the Buddha Sect must worship you as the son of the future Buddha, is there anything wrong with this?"

"What if I don't want to be known?" Pan Long asked.

Bi Lingkong hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't want everyone to know, of course it's okay." As long as I don't say it, no one will know - what you just performed is the famous divine power of the Buddha Amitabha Venerable 'Infinite Light Longevity Thousand Folds Lotus Flower'. This supernatural power is based on merit, developing bodhicitta and relieving suffering. It is claimed that one thought of bodhichitta can save all sentient beings in the six worlds and eight wildernesses from misfortune. ”

"This supernatural power is also Amitabha can be used in the world, if you don't say it, then everyone will only think that Amitabha is casting spells to help me. ”

Pan Long was relieved and smiled with relief.

"In that case, then it can be regarded as the credit of Amitabhazun. ”

Bi Lingkong frowned: "Amitabha Venerable is not this kind of person who takes credit. ”

"Then it's okay to ask him to help me with this?" Pan Long said, "It's a good deed after all, and he won't refuse to help if he pushes the boat down the river?"

Bi Lingkong thought for a moment and smiled.

"Amitabha Zun has a lot of contradictions with the Great Xia Dynasty, if he can do me a favor, he is also willing. Wait a minute, I'll go to him and make a confession. ”

As she spoke, her figure disappeared suddenly.

A moment later, she appeared on the barren mountain in the void and walked straight to the ruined temple.

"Old monk, thank you. She bowed to the temple, "When you get out of trouble, I will collect the dew from a thousand kinds of flowers to bathe you in the dust." ”

Inside the ruined temple, the laughter of the old monk was heard.

Bi Lingkong turned around and left, without any nostalgia.

After a while, an extremely powerful military general wearing golden armor walked in front of the ruined temple.

"Amitabha, you actually have the means to break the suppression, and you really deserve to be the great sage of Buddhism!"

The old monk in the temple whispered: "Why should the donor be angry? Isn't the old monk still here?" ”

"Hmph! Don't think that if you can break some suppression, you can be proud! I'll play long live, and ask the gods to take action to strengthen the seal! Thief bald, you actually slandered Great Xia, just wait to be suppressed until you are old!"

After speaking, the military general turned around and left, and inside the broken temple, the old monk shook his head gently.

"Lao Wei really didn't mislead him at all, he was misleading himself......"

"People, whenever you have an obsession, your eyes are fascinated by the obsession. Even if you are immortal, you can't help but be obsessed with it. He said to the lotus flower in the courtyard, "In the past, Zhao Sheng and other characters couldn't avoid being fascinated by obsession, let alone him?"

"Hehe, fighting so much, getting so much, accounting for so much, it's not as simple as my old monk's life. ”