The woodcutter returned to the small village down the hill and saw the familiar door, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It's like having a big dream.

It's just that the Bodhi wood in his hand and the runic paper in his arms reminded him that he is now a dead man, life and death are different, and yin and yang are separated.

"Ning Laosan, you are finally back, why have you been gone for so long, everyone still thinks that something happened to you!"

The neighbors came out to collect the clothes to dry, and were amazed to see the woodcutter.

"Come home, your mother-in-law was born yesterday, and she is a big fat boy!"

The woodcutter's eyes lifted, his wife had been pregnant for ten months before going up the mountain, God blessed, and finally the mother and child were safe.

When he entered the house, he saw his wife, who had just given birth to a child and was cooking in the kitchen, the smoke was rising, and the big yellow dog in the corner was affectionately pounced on him, and his tail was wagging happily.

For the first time, he found that this ordinary scene was so moving.

……

After appeasing his excited and delighted wife, the woodcutter first walked to the bed of the seriously ill old mother and lit the linden wood on the stove fire.

A light fragrance hits, making people feel as if they are in the vast forest, and the smell is refreshing and intoxicating.

The Bodhi wood was only half-burned before it went out, and his seriously ill mother was already ruddy, breathing evenly, and all diseases were gone.

The woodcutter stared at his sleeping old mother, and stood for a long time at her frosty white hair and wrinkles on her face.

After that, he sold the good firewood he cut from near Lanruo Temple, and took out ten yuan from the money he earned to buy a big herring fish, and gave it to the old gentleman of the Chengdong private school, so that he could help his son choose a good name.

In the end, he left all the rest of the money to his wife, and filled the water tank at home with water, preparing the rough carbon for the winter in the future.

The sun sets quickly.

The woodcutter lit a candle that he was reluctant to use, and looked at his sleeping wife and children by the candlelight.

The son's eyebrows and eyes are delicate, like his mother, but his mouth is like himself.

After a long night, the woodcutter carved the remaining half of the Bodhi wood into the appearance of a sword-wielding Taoist, his craftsmanship was not good, it looked a little rough, and Li Daoxuan was only three points alike.

At dawn, the woodcutter woke up his wife and told her that he was actually a ghost, and that he had come back because he had met a great benefactor, and that she and her children would worship the statue every New Year's holiday.

The wife was drowsy and thought she was dreaming, thinking he was talking nonsense.

The woodcutter also said, "Our son, if he is smart in the future, he must be allowed to read and write, and not be like his father." ”

"The old gentleman of the private school gave him a name, called Caichen, Ning Caichen...... That's a nice sound. ”

Finally, in the presence of his wife, he lit the talisman with a candle.

The void trembled, the gate of the green underworld slowly opened, and the sudden yin wind blew out the candles, and the baby's cry also sounded.

The wife was completely awake, she called her husband's name and hurriedly lit the candle.

A light is like a bean, and the empty room is suddenly bright.

But the surroundings were empty, and there was still a husband there.

Only the wooden carving of the sword-wielding Taoist priest was quietly placed in front of the bed, and his eyes were indifferent, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

……

Lanruo Temple.

Li Daoxuan slowly closed his eyebrows, sighed lightly, and sighed with some emotion.

Ning Caichen......

This child, will he be Ning Caichen in the story?

The statue of himself, because it is carved from ancient Bodhi wood, has a slight connection with him, maybe there will be a relationship in the future?

Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia, Black Mountain Old Demon, Ning Caichen......

The story of A Chinese Ghost Story seems to be quietly brewing, but the tree demon in Lanruo Temple has been killed by him, maybe the trajectory of fate has changed?

Li Daoxuan shook his head, and took one last look at the abandoned temple, the clouds and mist rose under his feet, and he swayed upwards towards Luoyang.

It's all about fate.

……

Luoyang City, White Horse Temple.

As soon as he fell, the bad people surrounded him, and Jiang Lian, who was the leader, reported the situation in Luoyang one by one.

"Qiqi National Teacher, according to rough statistics, the number of dead and injured in this Luoyang disaster is no less than 10,000, including 3,000 Mo Sword Army, 2,000 Xuanjia Army, and 400 Demon Killer Guards......"

Listening to Jiang Lian's report, Li Daoxuan's eyes were solemn.

Moro turned Luoyang into a prison cage, refining mortal flesh and blood to increase his strength, causing a large number of innocent casualties.

It is a pity that these soldiers who can fight well failed to fight on the battlefield and defend their families and the country, but died at the hands of evil demons.

Moro is dead, but one must be punished heavily!

"Where's the eldest grandson, Jeon-seok?"

This person is the assassin of Luoyang, but he took refuge in the Moro Sect and helped Moro build a formation with the help of the power of the imperial court, resulting in countless deaths and injuries among the soldiers and civilians of Luoyang, which is really a great crime!

"The teacher who returned to China has been put in prison."

Li Daoxuan glanced at him and said lightly: "Why don't you kill it?" ”

Jiang Lian only felt an invisible sense of oppression hit him, making his heart beat faster, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"National teacher, he ...... He is a member of the eldest grandson's family, the uncle of the queen and Zhao Guogong, and he is involved in the emperor's relatives, so I will wait for ...... Don't dare to convict easily. ”

Li Daoxuan stood with his hands in his hands, his hair fluttering, and his eyes were as cold as a cold spring.

Jiang Lian can't be blamed for this matter, although the bad people are in a high position and more powerful than the Jinyi guards of later generations, there is one place where they dare not stretch out their hands, and that is the royal family.

No one in the world knows His Majesty's favor for the eldest grandson, and no one knows the glory of the eldest grandson's family.

Bad people obey the emperor's orders, and if the emperor doesn't nod, who would dare to kill the eldest grandson Quanxi?

The atmosphere was a little frozen for a while, and several bad people were too frightened to raise their heads.

Jiang Lian stubbornly said: "Dare to ask the national teacher to give an order, and I will kill this thief immediately!" ”

Li Daoxuan understood that he was testing himself, testing whether he, a national teacher, dared to take responsibility, and whether he had the courage to cut first and then play.

"Killing him with a knife is inevitably a little too cheap."

Li Daoxuan's voice sounded faintly.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Jiang Lian's eyes, and he sighed in his heart, "Since this is the case, then according to the law, escort the eldest grandson Quanxi to Beijing and hand it over to Your Majesty." ”

Li Daoxuan shook his head and said: "Then it will be cheaper for him, with His Majesty's temperament, of course, he will not spare him, but in the face of the queen and Zhao Guogong, I am afraid that he will be given a cup of poisonous wine, and he will die in such a way, it is too unforgiving." ”

Jiang Lian was stunned there, and he heard Li Daoxuan's voice continue to sound, calm and majestic.

"Bad people listen to orders."

"No!"

"In my name, post a notice in Luoyang City, make all the charges of the eldest grandson Quanxi public, and then immediately escort him to the court and punish Ling Chi!"

Jiang Lian raised his head suddenly, his eyes stirring.

Li Daoxuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will say it, as long as what you do is for the country and the people, even if the sky falls, the poor road will be in front first." ”

The bad guys were in good spirits, and when they looked at Li Daoxuan, they only felt their blood boiling.

"No!"

The sound shook the sky, and the blood was stirring.

Jiang Lian's eyes were moved, and he looked deeply at the Taoist in Tsing Yi in front of him, if he was only in awe of the power of the national teacher before, then now, he was undoubtedly impressed by the responsibility and courage of the national teacher.

The person who is a confidant dies, and it is really a blessing that Datang has such a national teacher!

"Great, see if the eldest grandson Quanxi still dares to be arrogant in prison?"

"Hehe, he has been sneering at us these days, and said that he will be fine when he arrives in the capital, but now he can't get to the capital!"

"It's a pleasure!"

The young bad people whispered and admired the national teacher more and more.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, didn't speak, and walked straight forward.

Jiang Lian rushed up, coughed and said, "That, national teacher, there is something you may have to be mentally prepared for......

Li Daoxuan stopped and said, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's Princess Changle, she's ...... As if mad at you. ”

The smile on Li Daoxuan's face instantly froze.

……

In a clean and tidy meditation room.

Xiao Changle still looks like a Taoist child, his long hair is combed into a Taoist bun, delicate and handsome, his skin is whiter than jade, and his black eyes are like the purest gems, but now he is full of grievances.

"Princess, don't blame the master, he asked me to take you away in advance, also for your safety."

The white snake spoke, and his voice was gentle and demure, but there was a hint of helplessness.

Its white jade-like body was played with by Changle between the palms, and it was almost wrapped into a bow.

Changle said aggrievedly: "Even if you want to take me away, can you use it to make me unconscious?" ”

It turned out that two days ago, Li Daoxuan was worried about her safety, so he secretly cast a spell to make her fall asleep, and then ordered the white snake to take her out of Luoyang and hide in a place.

The White Snake has always been close to her.

When Changle woke up, he realized that Luoyang had caused a catastrophe, and when her master and Moro were fighting bloodily, her apprentice was actually sleeping?

I felt guilty and aggrieved in my heart.

Master is really, always so domineering, can't you discuss it with me?

"Stinky Master, Bad Master, Changle will never ...... anymore It's easy to ignore you! ”

Just as she muttered, the White Snake's eyes lit up and he rushed towards the door.

"Haha, good boy, I'm back for the teacher!"

The white dragon entered his sleeve, Li Daoxuan touched its head, and then looked at the apprentice...... The back of the head.

Good guy, you don't even give a straight face.

He walked around, Xiao Changle snorted, and his fair face twisted away again, leaving only Shizun's back.

Li Daoxuan walked over again, Changle continued to turn around, but suddenly found that there were masters standing in all directions, they looked exactly the same, and they were looking at him with a smile.

Several slender hands touched Changle's head together, rubbing the long silky hair into a mess.

Xiao Changle closed his eyes angrily.

Don't look at the head office!

However, at this moment, a voice sounded slowly.

"Originally, I brought a gift this time, it seems that someone doesn't want it, since that's the case, then I'll give it to Lu Tian as a teacher."

Changle immediately opened his eyes and shouted, "No, that's my gift!" ”

Li Daoxuan had an extra red jade peach pit in his palm, handed it to Changle, and told her the origin and story of this peach pit.

Changle's eyes lit up when he heard it.

"This is the Queen Mother's peach pit? Great, I'm going to grow it! ”

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, she likes flowers and trees the most, it doesn't hurt to leave it to her to try, even if it doesn't work, the aura in this peach pit is compelling, and it is also good for her cultivation.

After receiving the gift, Xiao Changle was no longer angry, and she took out the nectar cake she had made for Master to eat.

The little flower god smelled the fragrance and went into the pastry to eat a lot, until his stomach was round and his little wings couldn't fly.

"It's delicious, you will be the god of flowers in the future...... Cook, hiccup! ”

In the meditation room, laughter broke out.

Little Flower God didn't know what they were laughing at, rubbed his round belly, and laughed along.

……

A day later.

At the foot of the White Horse Temple, by an unknown river, two tombs are erected.

"Master's Tomb of Three Pleasures."

"The Tomb of Wife Sugar."

Xuanzang wore a white monk's robe and sat alone in front of these two tombs for a long time, his eyes lowered, his expression gloomy, and he kept reciting the "Dizang Sutra".

In fact, he knew that no matter whether it was Master or Xiao Tang, there would be no afterlife.

There are no bones in the tomb, only an umbrella and the futon that Master used to meditate during his lifetime, which is equivalent to a mound of clothes.

Xuanzang felt as if he had lost everything.

Bang!

I don't know how many times I recited the Jizo Sutra, but the sun was gradually obscured by clouds, and it began to rain heavily.

Xuanzang sat in the rain, let the rain wet the monk's robe, remained motionless, and continued to chant.

An umbrella helped him keep out the rain.

Xuanzang's silent eyes moved, as if she remembered the bright and moving girl, she always held an umbrella to protect herself from the wind and rain.

But now he was outside the grave, and the umbrella remained in the grave forever.

"Big brother, I want to be alone for a while."

Li Daoxuan held an umbrella and did not leave, but stood quietly to shield him from the wind and rain.

"Master Sanle is a senior I respect, and Xiao Tang is also my friend, I should come to worship them."

Li Daoxuan bowed to Sanle's tomb and closed his eyes in mourning.

has nothing to do with the Taoist Buddha, a senior like Master Sanle who has the common people in mind and is compassionate, even if he is just an ordinary person, Li Daoxuan will respect him very much.

The more such people there are, the less ugliness there will be in the world.

"Master Sanle did not regret it in the end, he left with a smile, with a golden body to suppress the sea of suffering, blessed the common people, he realized his long-cherished wish."

Li Daoxuan patted Xuanzang's shoulder and said, "I don't believe you." ”

Xuanzang followed his fingers, his eyes moved, and he was stunned.

I saw that in the muddy mountains and fields, many people wearing white mourning clothes and holding black umbrellas came, old and young, men and women, striding forward or supporting them forward.

Li Daoxuan ordered the bad people to post notices and tell the people all the ins and outs of the Luoyang disaster, including the actions of Master Sanle.

Sacrifice your life to get rid of evil spirits and put your life to the sea of suffering.

The sentence "The sea of suffering is endless, the poor monks will suffer more, and the world will be able to suffer less", has been echoing in Li Daoxuan's heart, like thunder.

Such a person should be remembered by the world.

The people bent down and knelt down towards Sanle's tomb, ignoring the mud and bowing in gratitude.

Luoyang already has a strong Buddhist atmosphere, and they have reverence from the bottom of their hearts for such a monk who saved the people of the city.

Xuanzang's eyes didn't know whether it was tears or rain, he finally stopped chanting, his lips trembled slightly, and he looked at this scene stupidly.

"Although Master Sanle is gone, he will remain forever in the Buddhist scriptures, in the history books, and ...... In the hearts of people. ”

Li Daoxuan helped him wipe away his tears with his sleeve, patted him on the shoulder again, stopped talking, and silently put away the umbrella.

The wind stops, the rain stops, the clouds disperse, and the sun shines.

Grunt.

A small golden fish swam to the shore and kept spitting bubbles at Xuanzang, refusing to leave for a long time.

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