Great Yan Dynasty.

The fourth day of the sixth month of the tenth year of Wuzhi.

A woman in white rode a horse, holding a Xuanyuan, and stepped into the gate of the Vermilion Bird Palace in a dashing manner.

Immediately the heavens and the earth trembled.

Five days later, the new emperor ascended the throne, changed his name to Empress Xuanren, and granted amnesty to the world.

At this moment, on the land of China, the situation is turbulent, and the surrounding alien races are waiting for opportunities to move, and demons are rampant.

A small temple in a secluded valley.

The temple in front of me is ruined and ruined, and a layer of cobwebs has formed on the dilapidated wooden door.

There was a layer of black stuff on the surrounding walls, as if it had been burned by something, and it smelled strange.

Only the statues in the temple are still spotless.

The Bodhisattva enshrined on the main hall is very different from the ordinary Buddha statues with kind eyes.

One side, two arms and three eyes, the body is black and blue, wearing a five-strand skull crown, the hair is red and raised, the eyebrows are like fire, the fangs are toothy and the tongue is curled, the three red eyes are round, very terrifying, the right hand is full of exhortation, holding the vajra, the left hand is angry fist print, holding the vajra hook and rope as the chest, with bone ornaments and snake ornaments as solemn, blue satin and tiger skin as skirts, feet bent right and stretched left, standing on the lotus sun wheel seat, and settled in the flames of Prajna.

Vajrapani Bodhisattva, the guardian of the Buddhas in Buddhism, can subdue all demons with the Vajra pestle in his hand.

It's just that this statue is missing a vajra, which looks a little strange.

At the entrance of the temple, two monks, one large and one small, were looking at each other.

Looking at the kind-eyed old monk in front of him, he bowed.

Buchen is a monk who practices in a small temple.

The old presiding officer in the small temple is the master of Buchen, and there are only two of them in the entire small temple.

The old host looked at Buchen's eyes even more kindly, and his palms were folded.

"Amitabha, how long have you been in the temple?"

"It's been twenty years."

"It's been so many years, if it weren't for fate, I'm afraid only the poor monks would have worshiped the Buddha here."

A flash of remembrance flashed in the old host's eyes, as if he was a little sentimental.

"The poor monk has a hunch that the day has come to the limit."

"Abbot."

After hearing this, Buchen's whole person was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and there was a bit of trilling in his words.

Seeing this, the old abbot smiled freely: "Why be sad, the poor monk can fade away from the mortal body, you should be happy for me, the poor monk called you to ask you if you want to return to the world." ”

"If it is useful for the abbot to keep the little monk, then it is okay not to return this custom."

Buchen's tone was firm.

That year, the heavy snow closed the mountain, and the old host heard a baby's cry in his ears, and when he opened the door, there was a swaddling baby outside the temple.

Buchen doesn't know if the old host knows.

After days of heavy snowfall, the baby's immature body could not bear the cold at all, and the young and fragile soul had long since disappeared from this world and was replaced by another person.

As a young man who once lived in the 21st century.

The life of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, how can it be endured, as soon as the staggering period passes, Buchen begins to try to escape.

However, it is also strange to say that every time I escape, as soon as I sleep, I wake up and see the old monk's smiling face.

But copying Buddhist scriptures and cultivating one's mind for so many years, the idea of returning to the vulgar is not so urgent.

Hearing Buchen's words, the old abbot still had the same smile on his face, and only when he looked at Buchen, there was an inexplicable emotion in the old man's eyes.

It seems to be reluctant, and it seems difficult to let go.

"The vulgar heart has not been transformed, even if the Buddha is not cultivated, it is difficult to achieve positive results, you can go down the mountain on this trip, but the poor monk is a vein, enshrined in the Vajrapani Bodhisattva of all demon nemesis, after the death of the poor monk, this vein is only you, if you really want to return to the world, you must kill a hundred ghosts who are a disaster to the world, as well as a hundred ghosts who have a good mind and have nowhere to go."

The old abbot looked at Buchen who didn't say a word, just smiled and walked into the main hall.

"The poor monk sent something about you to the Hanshui Temple, you can go and get it before you go down the mountain."

A deep voice came to his ears, and he stood in place stunned.

After so many years of nurturing grace from the abbot to him, the two have relied on each other for many years, and in his heart, the old abbot is better than his biological parents.

The night is over.

Buchen came to the main hall, and in his eyes, the old abbot sat quietly on the chair, as if he had fallen asleep, and his face was still radiant.

See this scene.

Even if he is familiar with all kinds of scriptures, he still feels that his heart is turbulent, and the whole person seems to have been immobilized, and he can't move at all.

…………

In a secluded valley, a butterfly spreads its wings, spreads its wings and flies in front of the temple and lands.

Just before it descended, a man knelt there, and the butterfly rested firmly on his shiny head.

The man kneeling at the temple gate, like the statue in the temple, remained motionless.

The dawn broke, and the butterflies on the shoulders changed again and again.

A small dilapidated temple with many visions.

The strange light of the fire quietly bloomed in the night, and white petals floated in the dilapidated courtyard......

Buchen always knelt firmly in front of the temple, and it lasted for three days.

Buchen got up slowly, and there were already two small pits on the soft soil.

has been accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lantern for so long, and it is false to say that I don't want to return to the vulgar.

But Buchen knows that he must complete the instructions of the old abbot before he can return the custom, not why, just to repay the old abbot for so many years of nurturing grace.

The strange appearance in the courtyard continued, it was the ghost of the old host, who came to give the old host a ride.

Without saying anything, Buchen folded his hands and bowed deeply into the courtyard.

The vision slowly dissipated.

After dealing with the old abbot's funeral, Buchen still had one of the most important things to do, took a deep look at the dilapidated temple in front of him, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

"Abbot, obviously there is the Jintang Temple not far away, but you are willing to stay here for the rest of your life, I don't know what you are for, but the little monk estimates that he will not be able to reach your realm in this life."

Buchen shook his head, closed the door, and slowly walked into the distance.

The splendid hall, the Bodhisattva with the golden body, stands firmly on the main hall, and is extraordinarily solemn.

Outside the temple gate, there is a steady stream of incense.

In front of Buchen stood an old monk with white hair and kind eyebrows.

"Amitabha, what does Uncle Shi want here?"

Master Huiguang is the leading monk in the entire Tang Dynasty, and his Buddhist cultivation is extremely high.

At this moment, he made a junior salute to a small monk who didn't look big, and if this scene was seen by others, his jaw would definitely drop.

"Senior nephew, has the old host entrusted you with anything?"

Buddhism pays attention to seniority, even if Master Huiguang's age can already be a dustless grandfather, this master and nephew still call very smoothly.

"Amitabha, when Uncle Shi passed away, he did give Lao Gao a package, is Uncle Shi going down the mountain on this trip?"

"This act fulfills the old abbot's last wish, slaying demons and eliminating demons."

Master Huiguang nodded solemnly.

He turned around and walked towards the side hall, and when he came back, he already had a cyan package in his hand.

Reach out and take the package.

The hand was a little heavy, but when I opened it, a touch of chill flashed.

"Vajra, I searched for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be taken away by the old abbot."

Looking at the vajra tightly wrapped in cloth, Buchen's eyes were a little surprised.

"The vajra has been blessed by the Buddha power of Vajrapani Bodhisattva for a hundred years, and it has a powerful lethality to demons, and in the hands of Uncle Shi, it will burst out with unimaginable power."

Buchen weighed it for a while, and wrapped the vajra again.

"Amitabha, Uncle Shi is a natural Buddha child, in fact, he can stay in the Hanshui Temple, Lao Wei believes that as long as he understands the Buddha's teachings, one day he will be able to attain the Great Dao."

Master Huiguang clasped his hands together, and his somewhat cloudy eyes were full of compassion.

"The little monk's heart is not good, and the road to the certificate can only be left to the master and nephew to realize."

Staying on the mountain for twenty years, Buchen just wanted to see the rolling red dust and fulfill the instructions of the old abbot.

"Well, since Uncle Shi insists on this, the old man will no longer persuade him, and there is one more thing that Uncle Shi asked the old man to deliver to you."

This time, Master Huiguang moved quickly, took out a wooden box, opened it and saw that the glowing light spread out in the main hall.

The wooden box contained a fish-shaped jade pendant, on which the dragon flying and the phoenix danced carved with a plum character.

Holding this jade pendant, I don't know if it's an illusion, Buchen always feels that some warmth flows through his body.

"What is this?"

An idea flashed through Buchen's head, but he was not sure.

Next, Master Huiguang's words confirmed Buchen's conjecture.

"This thing was found by Uncle Shi in your infancy, and Uncle Shi may meet your biological father and mother when he goes down the mountain on this trip."

"Let it be."

He smiled freely and put away the jade pendant.

"Okay, the little monk will go first, if there is anything tricky at that time, when you need the help of your nephew, please don't be stingy."

As the current leader of Buddhism, Hanshui Temple is not strong, and Buchen doesn't know what will happen to him when he goes down the mountain this time, and he must use such a strong backup.

"Amitabha, if Uncle Shi has something to order, the entire Hanshui Temple will definitely do his best to help."

"With the words of the teacher and nephew, the little monk is relieved and will take a step first."

Nodding towards Master Huiguang, Buchen walked straight out of the main hall.