The infinitely expanding darkness stretches its tentacles like a giant octopus, frantically devouring heaven and earth. Dark clouds are surging, black waves are surging, and the ink sea is as black and terrifying.

The mountains stretch for thousands of miles, like a dormant dragon. The ancient temple in the deep mountains was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, and the main hall was dark, and the tall Buddha statue was hidden in the shadows.

There was a thunderbolt in the darkness, and a shattered crack suddenly erupted, and a moment of light illuminated the entire hall. The huge Buddha statue sits high, the treasure is solemn, the head is incomplete, the body is scarred, and the viscous blood flows down the body, constantly spitting out bubbles, emitting dirty blood...... King Kong's angry eyes, the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, all of them have a hideous posture, and there is blood flowing down, and the hall is filled with strange laughter, and the shadows are swaying as if there are demons dancing wildly......

"Wow"

The Buddha beads in his hand suddenly broke, and the smooth and round Buddha beads "clicked" and fell to the floor to make a noisy sound, echoing in the silent hall, which seemed unusually harsh.

The abbot opened his cloudy eyes, revealing the vicissitudes of time, and time had left deep marks on his face, turning his skin into weathered rock, but the lines were still hard.

The tall Buddha statue sits upright on the lotus platform, the golden light is brilliant, solemn and sacred. An ancient oil lamp on the table spewed out a soft glow of flame, and the three pillars of incense in the incense burner were only half-burned, and wisps of green smoke rose......

"Obstacles arise from thoughts, and demons are born from the heart. ”

The old abbot clasped his hands together, and his cloudy eyes stared at the solemn Buddha statue with compassion.

"All the bad karma I have created in the past is caused by greed and hatred without a beginning. Born from body, speech, and mind, I repent of everything now. ”

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

The rain was so heavy and heavy that the whole world was covered in a silver curtain of water. The rainy season in the mountain is very long, when the rainy season comes, the rain always rags day and night for more than half a month, the rain washes down the soil on the mountain and converges into a muddy river in the low-lying place, like a tyrannical yellow dragon flowing mightily into the distance.

The rain was heavy, and in the dark night a vast net was pulled up to cover the heavens and the earth, and the humid air was filled with murmuring noises, and the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed and cast large shadows, and the room became even darker.

"Well, it's cold. ”

A seven or eight-year-old boy woke up from his sleep, shrunk his body in a shrunken manner, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked tired. The little guy tightened his thin clothes, jumped out of bed, and came to the window in the dark.

"It rained so hard. Looking out the window at the rain curtain that connected the heavens and the earth, the little one muttered. He stood on tiptoe and poked hard into the window to close it, but he was too small and the window was too high for him to reach.

"Oops! I'm too short to close it. The little guy blinked his eyes as clear as a pool of spring water, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

At this moment, a black shadow quickly flew past the window and landed on the tree outside the window with a "click".

"Huh?" the little one's eyes flickered, and he wondered if he was dazzled, but he still stood on tiptoe and poked his little head out of the window, and his big eyes blinked in search of the dark shadow.

"Little monkey?" the little one's eyes widened, and he looked at the thin figure on the branch in disbelief. It was crouching on a branch with its back to the little one, and a long, thin tail was dangling and swinging. The rain was still heavy, and there was a smell of iron in the air.

"It's really a little monkey, I've never seen it before. The little one's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something that interested him. He looked at the little monkey, which was very thin and thin, as if it was seriously ill.

The little monkey in the tree kept rubbing its paws with its back to the little one, as if there was something disgusting on its paws. At this time, it seemed to notice that the person's gaze suddenly stopped moving, and turned its head sharply. The little one's heart suddenly jumped, what kind of eyes he saw. The golden yellow is as clear as amber, as if there is a golden flame burning in it, and it is full of bloodlust, tyranny, madness, destruction, and a kind of contempt for all beings, domineering and majestic like a god on high. The golden pupils lit up in the rainy night, like the bright sun in the dark night, emitting endless light.

"Ahh

The little one's head was a little dazed, and he climbed into bed in a daze. The rain outside the window was getting heavier......

The rising sun climbed the mountain, and the sun stretched out its huge arms from the clouds to dispel the darkness. There are still traces of rain on the fresh green leaves, and the crystal water droplets dance in the sunlight. The ancient temple in the mountain is bathed in the early morning sun, and the dome is filled with a holy and hazy golden light. The ancient bell was struck, and the sound of the huge bell echoed in the heavens and the earth with the sound of the monks' chanting.

The sunlight shone through the leaves through the window, spilling on the floor of the house, and the little one rolled over in his sleep. A "poof" rolled off the bed, followed by a bared tooth cry and a "hiss" gasp. The little guy rubbed his aching buttocks and looked up at the window, the sun was shining outside, the wind was beautiful, and a round of golden sun had just jumped out of the mountain, emitting a soft light and warmth. Looking at the bright sun in the sky, a pair of golden pupils that looked down on all beings in the rainy night suddenly appeared in the mind of the little guy who was sent by the ghost.

"Little monkey ......," the little guy muttered softly, and the dazzling golden pupils in his mind lingered.

"The rain finally stopped, and it had been raining for more than half a month. The little guy slapped his ass and got up from the ground. He stood in front of the window and took a deep breath towards the rising sun, only to see wisps of white gas gathered from all directions and were inhaled into the stomach by the little guy, the little guy's face was also a lot ruddy, and with the last trace of purple gas absorbed by the little guy, he spit out a breath of turbid air and slowly opened his eyes.

"It's a pity that I woke up too late today, and the purest essence of heaven and earth was missed on this day. The little guy said with regret on his face. "The rain for most of the month has even delayed my practice. ”

"Hula la la ......"

There was a cacophony of noises, and as soon as the little one looked up, he saw a large black cloud passing by, extremely fast, and disappeared from view in an instant. Along the way, black powder was constantly spilled, and large areas of plants withered in their pass. The little guy watched as the leafy tree outside the window withered and died at a visible rate after sticking to the black powder. The little one's pupils shrank sharply.

"Something big is going to happen......"