Wutai is my home, everyone loves her, if you don't have money, hahahahaha. -- Ye Xiangsheng traveled to Wutai and even sensed.

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"Little classmate, except for Baiyun Temple, which does not charge tickets, the other temples basically have to be charged, all of them add up, how can you get one hundred and fifteen?...... One hundred and fifteen, that's the discount price, in the current peak season, there is no one who is two hundred, how can you take it!" Several black Xunyou around Ye Xiangsheng kept persuading him, in the eyes of these people, he was alone, looking like a newborn Ye Xiangseng, it was obviously a fragrant piece of fat.

"Follow me, I'll take you in, the tickets to the mountain are 50% off, and the rest of the tickets are all given! How much do I charge? I can't overcharge, that's all. A black Xunyou stretched out his thumb and fingers in front of Ye Xiangseng, and they were extremely separated, like the two big claws of a crab.

Ye Xiang glanced at these laymen expressionlessly, and suddenly smiled slightly.

At this time, he had already removed the mask on his face, and his handsome and childish face suddenly smiled, just like the cleanest and most tender little yellow flower bone on the mountainside of a quiet valley suddenly bloomed.

And by the time these people woke up, there was no trace of Ye Xiangseng in the field.

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Taking off the hat on his head, Ye Xiangseng touched the one hundred and ten zero-triangle banknotes in the mezzanine of the hat, and smiled, in these dozens of lives in the world, although there are too few risks. He was always beaten to death again and again by the boring, fierce and vicious trend, but he always maintained the demeanor of a bodhisattva, only practicing in various temples, and messing around like he did today. It's very rare.

Maybe Yi Tianxing did it, it seems that he has also been infected by this kid.

He touched the bridge of his nose and walked towards the mountain, and the black Xunyou outside the mountain gate behind him were still gathered together, talking about it.

Entering the mountain gate, just a verdant sè came into view, turned off his sense of smell, and stopped the vulgar smell of the mountain incense, Ye Xiangseng suddenly felt that the scenery of the Wutai mountains was clean, and replied to a touch of Lingxiu sè that he knew and loved. I couldn't help but be full of joy, and my pace quickened. Follow the stone steps and enter the temple.

Although he evaded tickets and sneaked into the temple to visit, it didn't take him much time, because these temples were familiar, and the Bodhisattva Arhats offered in them would not let Ye Xiang have the qualifications to bow to the ground, but when he saw the treasure statue of Fuxian Bodhisattva in the side hall, Ye Xiang was slightly stunned. He Shi bowed.

Wutai Mountain is a special dojo, so the main hall of each temple is often offered to the treasure image of the Bodhisattva.

Ye Xiangsheng naturally didn't worship himself, so he didn't enter the main hall, but this kind of practice fell into the eyes of some well-intentioned people, which was very strange.

At this time, he had already taken off his hat and showed his bald head, and everyone knew that he was a monk. Originally, these monks of Wutai Mountain thought that he was a wandering monk and didn't care much. But seeing that he didn't worship the main hall, he left some thoughts on him.

Go to a quiet valley in Wutai Mountain and enter from the south. Somehow, there are fewer people. The valley is cool, and occasionally the mountain wind blows, driving the vines and barren branches in the sky overhead, so quiet.

Ye Xiangsheng exclaimed: "What a cool place." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, he saw a broken temple in front of him, only to see that the temple red wall was rolled up, the gray sè was broken beside it, the main hall was very small, and the black and gray tiles on the hall were covered with dark blue sè wet moss, and I don't know how many years no one has come to repair it, and it looks very desolate.

In front of the main hall, there is a sign with three vague words: "Qingliang Temple." ”

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"This place is familiar, as if it had been many years ago. Ye Xiangseng frowned slightly, but the memories of dozens of previous lives were mixed together, so that he couldn't remember clearly, but he felt that the Qingliang Temple outside the Qingliang Valley should have a story with him, and then he patted his head and said with a stupid smile: "In that novel called Lu Ding Ji, did Wei Xiaobao enter the Qingliang Temple? Ye Xiang, you remember it again." ”

After working as a low-level book wholesaler in a small bookstore in the provincial capital for several years, Ye Xiangseng's idle books gradually caught up with Yi Tianxing's level.

However, Qingliang Temple can leave a deep impression on Ye Xiang, naturally it is not so simple as mentioned in martial arts novels.

There is a big stone in front of the temple, black and green are mixed, very ordinary, but it is very abruptly placed in the courtyard, I know how the huge square stone is transported into the temple, and why it has been placed here.

Ye Xiangseng's gaze swept over this boulder, his heart was slightly stunned, and he said, "Why is this stone so familiar?"

I didn't have to think about it, he stepped lightly, and went up in the air, Shi Shiran stepped on the boulder in the air, his feet fell on the stone face, and when he looked up, he saw that the Qingliang Temple was dilapidated, and the corners of the courtyard were overgrown with weeds.

"Nan Wu Buddha, with that novel, there should also be some good men and women to worship. ”

He was smiling and thinking, but a thunderous voice came from outside the temple: "That monk from the outer mountains, why did you step on my five gems, so you are not presumptuous!"

While speaking, a group of monks entered from the layman of Qingliang Temple, these monks were oily and powdery, with a wide waist and fat body, and at first glance, there was some excess nutrition in Pingrì, so they rushed over and killed under the black bluestone, and surrounded Ye Xiangsheng.

Ye Xiangseng was stunned for a moment, and bowed and said: "Senior brothers are polite, I don't know what the little monk has offended?"

"Where are you stepping on? There was a fat monk sneered and scolded: "This stone is the treasure of my Wutai Town, legend, it is the dragon stone that the Bodhisattva personally went to the Dragon Palace to ask for, you actually dare to step on it, and you are not afraid of folding the blessing of life." ”

Ye Xiangseng smiled slightly, and all the past events came to his heart, and he clearly remembered the origin of this stone - Wutai Mountain was called Wufeng Mountain back then. Shu Bodhisattva was a child when he traveled here, in the living people said, because of the worry about the hot weather in Wufeng Mountain, so he went to the East China Sea Dragon Palace to borrow a piece of dragon stone. At that time, when the stone was borrowed. There was also some unpleasantness with the Dragon King's family, and in the end, he caught a few small dragons and locked them in that cool valley, and he didn't let them out until a long time later-Ye Xiang thought that the ashlar under his feet was actually snatched from the East China Sea, and he couldn't help but think of the one in the back circle of Guiyuan Temple, Tong Yan Zhan Qingguang, and said with a smile: "It seems that the fate with the Great Sage is really not shallow." ”

A few fat monks around him below, seeing that this beautiful monk from the outer mountains didn't answer his question, he couldn't help but be angry and angry, and scolded: "Are you deaf?"

Ye Xiangsheng asked with compassion on his face: "This stone was stepped on, and the Bodhisattva was also worried that the disciples would not be able to defeat the scorching heat, so he borrowed this stone from the East China Sea." The addition of such evil words by the senior brothers is inevitably contrary to the original intention of the Bodhisattva. "When

The fat monk scolded: "Look at your face too." This stone is the sacred place where the Bodhisattva sits on the stone and preaches the scriptures, how can you trample on it casually. ”

Ye Xiangseng raised his eyebrows, and after being silent for a long time, he sighed leisurely: "I stepped on it, so what?"

"Hmm......" The fat monk frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something complicated, and after a long time, he muttered: "Destruction protection." Fines it. ”

"How much is the fine?" Ye Xiangseng was still expressionless.

"Two thousand. ”

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Ye Xiangseng smiled bitterly, fortunately, he didn't have the urge to cry, he stomped his feet, as if he wanted to step on the moss on this stone. Slowly climbing down from the stone, he patted the wet mud on his hands, saluted a few fat monks beside him, and said gently: "Senior brothers, they are really lions. ”

The fat monk in the lead is a little black, shiny and shiny. Dressed like Lu Zhishen, he patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Senior brother came out to travel to the party." There is always a temple to report the account, what are you afraid of? As for the lion's big mouth...... He turned his head to look at the high peaks, where the lion-riding statue of the Bodhisattva shone in the sunlight, and there was a hint of pride on his ground: ......... You must know that our Wutai Mountain is already home to one of the most powerful lions in the world, how can we open our mouths wider?"

Ye Xiangseng couldn't cry or laugh, and as soon as he shook his hand, he was ready to leave.

The monks showed a fierce face and stopped him, originally these monks followed him from the temple at the foot of the mountain, seeing that he was alone, young and young, and he was dressed in a good way and very luxurious, so he moved some ghost ideas, at this time, he saw that he could make a lot of silver, how could he easily let it go?

"The Dragon King thought that the Bodhisattva couldn't take this stone away, so he asked him to take it away. If you make a fortune from this, then why did the Bodhisattva leave this stone here back then?" Ye Xiangsheng still patiently taught.

But who would be able to listen to his teachings?

"You, a monk, do your best to talk about the Bodhisattva, and if you have the ability, you can also take this stone away and take it away. The fat monk sneered and forced up.

Ye Xiangsheng learned Yi Tianxing shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands......

A clear light flashed, and a faint fragrance filled the temple, and the monks rubbed their eyes and found that the temple was so ...... Boss, a stone is actually flat and empty!

Ye Xiangsheng spread his palms, and a small pebble lay quietly in his palm like white jade.

He sighed, waved his hand, and a Buddha's breath blew, and the fat monks showed a trace of an unconscious smile on their faces, and their hands involuntarily closed, squatting in the corner of the wall and began to draw circles on the fat buttocks.

On the stage, into the classroom, first walked through the side hall, saw that there was a small room for Amitabha, next to the Guanyin monk holding a bottle thoughtfully, on the other side of the general trend to the Bodhisattva face is soft, blue eyes are faint, the treasure bottle is at the top, there is no trace of strength, only feel the might.

Ye Xiangsheng stared at the treasure statue of the Great Trend Bodhisattva for a long time, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, gently brushed his sleeves, went to the main hall, and asked himself in his heart: "You are still not here?"

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You're not here yet?

It turned out that this compassionate monk traveled this time with the idea of sacrificing his life to feed eagles. Knowing that Yi Tianxing was fighting in the sky, Ye Xiang naturally hoped to be able to divide the power of the Pure Land side. And if the Pure Land is the least famous, but the most terrifying in strength, the Bodhisattva can lure it into the world, the pressure on Yi Tianxing will naturally be much smaller.

And if you want to lure the Bodhisattva to give up the boy to come to the world, apart from him, the special Bodhisattva, what other target can have such an attraction?

That's why he left the provincial capital, left the protection of the old monkey's domineering, and came to Wutai Mountain alone, let go of his heart, and did not hide his supernatural powers, hoping that the news could spread to the heavenly realm as soon as possible and let the guy come down.

Although he is a special bodhisattva, when he first awakens, his supernatural powers have not fully recovered. Even if he recovers completely, the left Qinglian and the right sword, the wisdom and power are combined, but I am afraid that he is not the opponent who moves the heavens and the earth to the Bodhisattva.

There is a mortal who said well, that is, if the realm is high, the fight will be powerful--religious comprehension is not p!upgrade--if the more comprehension, the more powerful the fight will be, then there will be no such thing as Hawking being abused by his wife in the world today.

In the main hall, the treasure statue of Ru Tongshu is set in the front, and Ye Xiangsheng looks at it carefully, his heart is quiet, and he seems to be ready to meet the coming of another end. After all, after being defeated from Mount Meru, he has been killed countless times by the Bodhisattva of the Great Trend, and this kind of boring behavior again and again is indeed difficult to arouse too much emotion in him.

Transcending life and getting rid of death, and attaining the great bodhisattva fruition, it is indeed quite easy to get rid of the emotions of the world.

He carefully touched his cheek, compared it to the treasure statue of Shu Bodhisattva, frowned slightly, and thought to himself that this craftsman knew who it was, how could he make such a beautiful little face into the face of a white fat boy - Ru Tongshu, after all, it was not the nonsense little Yi Zhu.

In the sky, the top and bottom of Wutai Mountain are shrouded in the golden sunshine, which looks holy.

Ye Xiangseng took a futon by himself and sat on the long sill outside the performance classroom, supporting his jaw, waiting for something.

Behind him, the statue of the Bodhisattva in the main hall gradually had some indescribable changes, the small bun of the black sè revealed the pure black jade sè, and a faint clear light appeared in the face, and gradually the clear light became more and more abundant, swinging on the face of the treasure statue, as if to live.

Qingguang made a great work, extending from the treasure statue, and wrapped all the Ye Xiangmonks on the threshold in front of the hall.

The afterglow floated straight up to the sky, and then it hung low, mixed with the sunlight that enveloped the four fields, and the gold and essence were mixed, which looked extremely beautiful.

The bell at the corner of the eaves rings softly, and the sound of the Buddha in the temple.

Ye Xiang smiled with his jaw, and the Bodhisattva statue smiled.

Everywhere in the clear light, I don't know which Bodhisattva is true and which Bodhisattva is false.