Inside the Golden Mountain Temple.

Wei Shuyu and Chen Guangrui met with the abbot of Kongming.

Chen Guangrui and Abbot Kongming talked about Chen Jiangliu together.

"Jiang Liu'er, he is the best disciple that the poor monk has ever seen, although he is only six years old, in time, he will be able to shock Chang'an and the Tang Dynasty!"

"There have also been nine outstanding monks on my Buddhism, who became famous at a young age, and traveled west when they became adults, but unfortunately they ......" Abbot Kong Ming showed a touch of sadness on his face.

At this time, eight hundred miles of quicksand river bottom.

A water demon was lying asleep in the sand, but it sneezed several times.

"Weird, I'm going to get sick too?" The water demon touched the nine skull rosaries hanging around his neck, turned over, and slept in the sand in a more comfortable position.

……

Chen Guangrui was chatting with the abbot of Kongming, and Wu Meiniang was accompanying Yin Wenjiao to walk around the Jinshan Temple and enjoy the snow.

Wei Shuyu walked out of the main hall of Buddhism alone, and happened to see Xiao Tang Seng showing off Trojan horses, prayer beads, and wooden fish with several novices of the same age.

The current Tang Seng is a child after all, and it is the nature of a child to love to play.

Wei Shuyu just watched quietly.

After a while, Li Chunfeng slowly appeared behind Wei Shuyu, also looking at Chen Jiangliu.

"Chunfeng, what do you think?" Wei Shuyu asked out loud.

Li Chunfeng looked at Chen Jiangliu for a long time before he spoke: "He has light all over his body, the Brahma light of Buddhism, he has such a strong Buddha nature, Chunfeng's life is rare." ”

"If it grows up, I'm afraid that there will be no one in my Dao Sect who can match it!"

"Haha, it's him after all!"

Wei Shuyu and Li Chunfeng walked in the Jinshan Temple, admiring the snowflakes in the sky, passing through the pavilion, the lake froze, and the snow was deep.

The two sat quietly in the pavilion, brought a coal stove, boiled water, boiled tea, and enjoyed the snow.

"People say that Buddhism is a quiet place, but I don't know that there is always some discomfort in my heart."

"The main hall is resplendent in gold, and the Dharma of the Buddhist family is made of gold, a solemn treasure temple, but I only saw the blood ...... of countless human races under the golden body," Wei Shuyu said slowly.

Li Chunfeng was silent.

The snow was still falling, the tea in the pavilion was boiling, making a gurgling sound, and the world seemed so silent at this moment.

"They like to do the whole thing, and what they suffer in this world will be rewarded in the next life."

"But those people, after death, they still need to be judged after crossing the Huangquan Road to reach the Netherworld, drinking Meng Po soup, forgetting all the sufferings in this life, and continuing to be cattle and horses in the next life!"

"What about the Taoists, what do the Taoists say?" Wei Shuyu looked at Li Chunfeng.

"Human teaching, pay attention to swallowing a golden pill into the stomach, my life is up to me, this is the golden pill avenue he created for the human race."

"Expound the teaching, pay attention to all things in heaven and earth, clarify the truth, explain the changes in the rules, and educate all spirits."

"Intercepting teaching, a truncated word is its essence, intercepting a glimmer of life for all things in heaven and earth!"

Li Chunfeng's answer is more objective, whether it is Jindan Avenue, expounding the truth, or intercepting a glimmer of life, they have cultivated many talents for the human race.

"The three religions of Xuanmen are all one Taoist word, practice in this world, and cultivate yourself!"

Wei Shuyu listened to Li Chunfeng's more objective answer and nodded approvingly.

"Tianxingjian, the human race is constantly striving for self-improvement!"

"Man will conquer heaven!"

"It's better to ask for others than for yourself, this is what I firmly believe!"

Li Chunfeng listened to Wei Shuyu's words and nodded approvingly, "However, there are too many foreign things, if the three ancestors, three emperors and five emperors of our human race are all here, why is the realm of our human race here?" ”

"The seclusion of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors is just to better take away the luck of the human race."

"They don't want to see the Terrans have their own beliefs and strengths, and they want the Terrans to rely on them......"

"Childe and the matter of interception?" Li Chunfeng asked slowly.

"It's not shy to say it's appreciation, well... Compared to other teachings, at least it is more true. ”

"He helps my human race, I help intercept teaching, complement each other, and fulfill each other."

The sky was getting darker, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of stopping.

The snow outside was three feet deep, and it was difficult for the horses and carts to move, and there was no way back today.

The abbot of Kongming prepared two rooms for Chen Guangrui, Yin Wenjiao, Wei Shuyu, and Wu Meiniang to stay for one night.

Buddhist temples have always been the rule that there are no pilgrims, but who made Chen Guangrui his father and Wei Shuyu his uncle?

At night, the snow was getting lighter, and Wei Shuyu fell asleep with Wu Meiniang's slender and graceful body in his arms.

On a dark and windy night, a black mosquito quietly shuttled through the Jinshan Temple.

The mosquito Taoist exerted his natal supernatural powers, tore through the void, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and rushed into the monk's room.

The mosquito Dao man was suspended in mid-air, looking at the five or six-year-old Chen Jiangliu, the inheritance from the depths of the bloodline, constantly emerging.

I saw that the mosquito Taoist slowly showed his true body, and the six wings behind him were engraved with mysterious Taoist patterns, which were full of brilliance.

A drop of dark blood brewed out of the six wings behind the mosquito man.

The forehead of the mosquito Dao man is already covered with beads of sweat, he has devoured so many heavenly and earthly treasures over the years, and only this drop of essence blood consumes half of it!

"Hongmeng's blood is the guide, restrain each other, and awaken the true spirit spirit in the deepest part of your bloodline!"

"Wake up, my little cutie!" The mosquito man pursed his lips and smiled.

I saw that this dark blood vein melted into Chen Jiangliu's eyebrows, and then Chen Jiangliu's entire body was shining brightly.

Seeing this, the mosquito Dao people immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke and broke into the sea of Jiangliuer's knowledge.

In the middle of the river's knowledge of the sea, there is a towering Bodhi tree, with bursts of Sanskrit sound and a strange fragrance.

And on the thick branches of Bodhi, there is a golden cicada with six wings on its back.

However, the body of this golden cicada has been shriveled, and the lines on the six wings on its back have become extremely blurred.

"Six-winged golden cicada, it's time to wake up." The mosquito Dao people showed the true body of the six-winged black mosquito in the river and the sea, and they also flew to the branches.

The dark blood droplets melted into the shriveled golden cicada's body, and the naked eye could see that the shriveled body of the golden cicada was full, and the blurred lines of the six wings behind it began to become clear.

The six-winged black mosquito and the six-winged golden cicada are connected to a certain extent!

The Mosquito Dao Man's move is equivalent to injecting part of his origin into the body of the six-winged golden cicada.

The golden cicada's body continued to plump, and its dead wings moved slightly.

Airplanes! Buzzing!

The wings of the six-winged golden cicada began to stir, and it flew away from the Bodhi branch.

The six-winged golden cicada slowly opened its eyes, her expression was a little tired, and her voice was extremely weak, "I... This is how long I slept. ”

"I don't know." The mosquito man's answer was crisp.

"I didn't expect... You woke me up? ”

"Thinking too much, you woke up, looked at it, and slipped away." Seeing that the true spirit of the six-winged golden cicada woke up, the mosquito Dao people did not stay long, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and left quietly.

The six-winged golden cicada flew to the middle of the sea of knowledge, and began to nourish its own origin, competing with the Bodhi tree for vitality and nutrients.

"The damn old bald donkey has consumed my origin!" The six-winged golden cicada scolded in his heart while recovering.

Eat a trench, grow a wisdom.

Facing the sage, the six-winged golden cicada decided to get up first, "I am Chen Jiangliu, Chen Jiangliu is me!" ”