The young Taoist used the one and only magical power that he received directly from his teacher.

The voice was clear, faintly making this side of the world sense, and the medicine master Liuliguang Rulai gave up all resistance, suppressed his Buddha nature, and let this spell fall on his body, just lowered his eyes.

The path is wrong, and the farther you go, the deeper the mistake becomes.

How about turning back?

It's better to turn back.

In the end, the old monk's aura dispersed, leaving only its pure and vast and majestic Buddha light still there, maintaining his body, the old man looked at the young Taoist in front of him, stretched out his hand, this clear as glass Buddha light dispersed all personal imprints, only pure cultivation and vitality, turned into a lotus flower in his palm.

The old man handed it to the boy and smiled, "I'm leaving." ”

"This lotus flower is given to you, but I don't know when we will be able to meet."

"I don't know if you or I will know each other when we meet."

"I just know that the fate is caused and the fate is extinguished, and the person who will see you in the future should no longer be 'me'."

Qi Wufu shook his head and said, "I can't accept it myself." ”

"What I cultivate is myself, not the power of the outside world, the Buddha light of the Medicine Master is majestic, I don't know how much higher than my current realm, but it has no value to me, it can't make my soul perfect, it can't let me know the Great Dao, it's like a floating cloud to me."

The old man bowed gently: "It's what you can say, no confusion." ”

The young Taoist thought for a moment and said, "So I'm going to give it away, is that okay?" ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Since I want to give it to you, how you use it is naturally your own business." ”

So the young Taoist stretched out his hand, took the lotus, and said, "Then, pharmacist, I have also taken your thanks, and there is still one last time, how about watching one?" When the old monk still didn't understand, the young Taoist pointed his finger, so this clear glass Buddha light of the Buddha Gate fell, and fell into the water that was prepared today, but had not been drunk.

The teacup rippled.

The young Taoist swept his robe.

The water in the teacup flew up like mist, and in an instant, criss-crossed, it turned into a nineteen-way chessboard before Qi Wufu and the pharmacist Liuliguang came, which was the "Cloud and Rain Chess Game" given by Ao Liu, Qi Wufu had already realized it, but his own cultivation was not enough, and he didn't even have a congenital Qi, he would, but he couldn't use it.

At this moment, this method created by Ao Liu, with the support of the power of the medicine master Liuli Guangrulai, has reached an unprecedented situation.

The young man took out the names of many lands in Zhongzhou from the Taoist robe from the Taoist robe.

Plunge into the rain and mist.

Nineteen chessboards vertically and horizontally, suddenly the clouds and mist change, rise up the shape of the mountains and rivers, the land of Zhongzhou, the vast and boundless, the mountains and rivers rise from the land, quite a lot of cities, among which there are people who come and go, the vertical and horizontal traveling merchants, there are smoke and rain lanes, pavilions and painting boats, where the people live, can be as many as millions, it is a prosperous place.

Now, it's all in front of you.

The pharmacist Liuliguang was stunned, and then the young man pointed outside and explained: "Now because of someone dereliction of duty, the evil qi has not been suppressed, the epidemic qi has risen, and many people are sick, so I want to borrow the power of the pharmacist." ”

"Make up for that rain for so many people."

The same game is still on the board.

The young Taoist raised his fingers, so the clear Buddha light turned into a word, fell, broke the game, when the chess pieces fell, the mist rose, as if there was a faint thing low and long, the mist suddenly dispersed, and then circled and whistling, there was something muddy, the young Taoist lowered his eyes, but the original spirit has left the body, riding the clouds and driving the fog, and has left in a blink of an eye, high in the sky.

The old monk looked at the young Taoist with his eyes closed, and knew that his primordial spirit had boiled up.

Qi Wufu sat in front of the chessboard, as if he was above the clouds and mist, the nineteen chess games, as if shrouded the entire Zhongzhou boundary, his eyes drooped, and he could see the place where many epidemics and epidemics were rising, and the comprehension that had been in the teahouse when he was talking with Mr. Ao Liu rose again.

The rain falls from the clouds, merges into the rivers, lakes and seas, and then the sun and the moon rise, turn into clouds, and return to the sky.

Isn't this a cycle like a cultivator breathing in, and the qi is going through a hundred veins?

The sun is like sex, the moon is life, and the clouds and waters are like air veins, looking for and going back and forth without stopping.

So there is no need for a method.

The young Taoist just lowered his eyes and said softly, "It's raining." ”

There is rain sprinkled down from the sky, this rain, it has been late for almost half a month, there has been evil and epidemic qi rising, but this rain is extraordinary, is the Buddha light of the medicine master glass light contained in it, the old monk watched this scene happen, I don't know why, he suddenly thought of his twelve grand wishes before.

It is not the medicine man's glazed light that comes, but the original wish of the medicine man who has the fate to go under the Bodhi tree.

The old monk sat diligently and chanted with his eyes down: "May in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, if I have all sentient beings, my body will be inferior, I will not have all the roots, I will be ugly, stubborn, blind, deaf, dumb, slumped, leprosy, madness, and all kinds of diseases. ”

"When you hear my name, everything will be upright and wise, and all the roots will be complete, and [there will be no suffering]."

"May in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, if all sentient beings are sick, there is no salvation and no return, no medical treatment, no relatives and no family, poverty and suffering."

"When my name passes through its ears, all diseases are removed, and the body and mind are happy."

This is the original Buddha mind.

The old man lowered his eyes, and the rain fell, and the rain poured down.

"Ah, don't you run, such a heavy rain, running around, what should I do if my feet slip?"

The old pine tree shouted, but the spirits on the Gathering Cloud Peak just flew happily in the rain, shouting:

"It's raining!"

"It's raining!"

"There's no rain these days, so it's so uncomfortable!"

"It's really raining!"

In Shuiyun Township, Lian Shulan pushed open the window and watched the rain fall, the sad state of mind finally calmed down a little, no longer dwelling on the past, no more pain, dazed, at least at this time, she just quietly watched the rain fall under the moonlight; And Zhou Lingyi is strange, why didn't he feel his old cold legs in the rain today?

I stretched out my hand and knocked it, and it didn't hurt anymore.

He looked outside, and the rain fell.

Suddenly, I thought of the young Taoist.

Ah, where would he be in such a heavy rain? However, it shouldn't be like a place without shelter from the wind and rain, right?

The mocking wind above the capital city of Zhongzhou and Jiaotu looked into the distance together.

The fortune teller on the pavilion held a glass of wine, looked lazily into the distance, raised his hand to count, but was too lazy to calculate, just looked at the rain between the heaven and the earth into silk threads, and said: "Good rain!" ”

With the help of the power of the old monk, Qi Wufu's Yuan Shen toured Zhongzhou in one go, exhausting that wisp of Buddha power.

Then I suddenly saw a place in front of me, my heart moved slightly, and the spirit moved, but I had already gone to that place.

It is a Buddhist temple.

In the capital city of Zhongzhou, there are temples, and the big monks in the temples will accept some people who have no money to live in hotels, and there will also be medicine sheds, whether it is for the name or for the people, there are great monks who are treating epidemics, and they themselves have died, and the big monk in gray clothes has not caught the hated fortune teller today.

He chased after the white light of the relics of the Buddha's death and fall, but how fast was the light? But he couldn't catch up.

He was in this Buddhist temple, in front of the Buddha hall of Medicine Master Liuliguang Nyolai, silently hoping that those who had contracted the epidemic would recover.

Hopefully they will survive this illness.

He lit oil lamps everywhere, but instead of incense, he saved them for rice porridge for the sick.

But after all, there are still three sticks of incense in the main hall, and when he came back, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be others in the main hall, frowned slightly, pushed open the door, and said, "Who?!" But when I looked up, the statues of the Buddha on the left and right had not been moved, only in front of the Buddha statue of the medicine master in the main hall, it seemed that I saw three incense sticks in the hands of a young Taoist.

He did not bow down, but only offered incense.

"So."

"Pharmacist."

The monk heard the young Taoist say, "Don't go over. ”

The monk's heart shook.

The wooden scoops that had just been divided into porridge in their hands fell to the ground.

Subconsciously took a step forward and shouted, "Who are you?!! ”

But when he raised his eyes again, he couldn't see the figure anymore, he only suspected that it was his own delusion, instinctively turned back and strode out, but there was no one in front of the main hall, only the sound of rain was falling, and the monk's eyes had magical powers, and he saw that between heaven and earth, there was originally an epidemic like a demon rising, but at this moment, with the falling rain, the evil qi and epidemic qi escaping from these places gradually dissipated.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that the three sticks of incense were still there.

It's not a hallucination.

The monk was stunned, only to feel that the rain fell on the stone slab, and there were already monks walking out wearing robes, carrying iron signs or wooden fish, walking along the street to announce the dawn, the sound of rain falling on the stone slab, the sound of playing iron signs, clear and pure, mixed with the sound of slang chanting-

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such."

The gray-robed monk lowered his head and saw the rain falling and blooming like a lotus flower, shattering like a bubble.

I don't know why in my heart, I just put my hands together and chant a Buddha name.

The Buddha's power has dissipated, Qi Wufu's Yuan Shen is just walking in this rain, and it is not yet the time to [open the workshop], but the people in each square city have already woken up, and they are all washing and going out, ready to go out to the avenue when the door is opened, and the young Taoist and everyone pass by.

A sword in the palm of the Yuan Shen was used to smash the clouds, and with the palm of the hand, the blade of this sword swept over the raindrops and carried it behind him.

People come and go, just sighing for a good rain, and the anxiety of these days can be regarded as dissipating.

But I didn't know the young Taoist next to me.

Qi Wu said confusedly: "It's raining." ”

At this moment, he was still connected with the old monk with his heart, and when he sensed the dissipation of the evil qi and the disease, his steps became brisk, and he asked in his heart:

"That's what [crossing], what does the pharmacist think?"

The old monk smiled and agreed.

The two did not speak for a long time.

At this time, on the drum tower in the middle of the entire Zhongzhou capital city, the big man wearing the lily robe walked up quickly, shook off a good rain, took off the lily robe, and was in good spirits, and then took out a large sea bowl of thick drumsticks, worked hard, and slammed on the drum tower drum, so the muddy sound began to spread out from the center of the entire city, on the four avenues in the southeast, northwest, and northwest.

The drum tower of each square followed, and with the sound of the drum tower, every official house in the city, every restaurant was opened, and the gates of more than 200 square cities in the entire Zhongzhou capital city were opened together, and then the Taoist temple in the city struck its own bell and the temple rang its own Buddha bell, and the low drum sound and the majestic drum sound were intertwined.

The morning sun rises.

This red dust has woken up.

The old monk opened his eyes, and in this view of refining the sun, he saw the leap of the great sun.

Every day, the monks of the temples play iron signs or wooden fish to report the dawn through the door, and the Zhumen Bridge market will be opened.

The young Taoist clasped the sword in his right hand and walked forward step by step, walking on this red dust road.

The left hand sleeve robe is swept and the trick is held.

Closing his eyes, he took away the immaturity of the young man, and only left enough to match the calmness of the Taishang Realm, and said gently:

"Pharmacist."

"I have seen your ways."

"Testify to your heart."

"Do your wish."

"So, it's time to say goodbye."

The monk smiled gently.

"yes."

"I hope that one day, I can still see you without confusion."

The old man suddenly lowered his head, and saw the bird's egg, which seemed to be a coincidence, the bird's egg trembled slightly, and then cracks appeared, the old man waited, and saw a peacock bird come out, the old man's eyes smiled, and he saw this weak and foundationless creature, but he also felt a trace of the grandeur of life, and he suddenly seemed to laugh like an epiphany, and said:

"Ah...... I see, my Buddha, is that what you see? ”

"Becoming and living in bad space is already a rotation."

"When a monk dies, he is also flexible."

"Life and death are like that."

"Life and death are like that."

The old monk stretched out his hand and gently touched the peacock bird that was born, and the peacock bird touched him.

This small creature seems to have endless beauty.

The old man smiled and sighed, and sat down in the middle of the day.

"Becoming and dwelling in the void, the creatures in the world ......"

"How wonderful."

PS:

"Taoist Book Aid Deed" - morning bell and dusk drum, in order to summon the hundred spirits, said to be the majesty of the palace view, the weather of the Hongshan Mausoleum, must be every morning and dusk, there can be no mistakes.

(End of chapter)