Because they have been investigating and collecting evidence in various places these days, everyone has not paid much attention to the news on the Internet.

Xu Tiancheng looked at the remarks on the Internet, and then they knew the cause and effect of the matter, "Good guy, there were visions from all over the world before, and now there are strange things in the imperial tomb, should Qin Shi Huang really be resurrected." ”

Although this is just a joke from the outside world, the 749 bureau, which has been exposed to so many strange things, keenly smells the difference.

Wang Xuehao showed a thoughtful expression, "I always feel that something is wrong. ”

Yao Ruotong also nodded, "I also think that these things are really strange, and there are some coincidences in time, they all happened recently." ”

Everyone's expressions were a little solemn, there have been too many strange things in contact with in the past few years, and the frequency of occurrence is increasing.

Although the outside world is ridiculing, the heavy responsibility of 749 feels more and more that there may be some big secret hidden behind the scenes, but now it can't be revealed, but it seems to be getting closer and closer to the truth.

……

Ye Qin didn't know that because Qin Shi Huang settled in Shangqing Temple, there were all kinds of visions on the side of the imperial mausoleum, so that it caused an uproar on the Internet.

At this moment, he had set off from Mount Tai and went all the way south to the wild temple where he had met Zhi Dun.

Today's wild temples are even more deserted and dilapidated, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and there is hardly a complete place to be found.

Ye Qin looked at the surrounding environment, his expression was a little nostalgic, and the quaint atmosphere permeated the surroundings of the wild temple, adding a bit of extraordinaryness to it.

"Yuan Ying, out of the body."

……

The years turn, and the time sequence changes.

The branch in the ancient temple was already dying, and what he was holding in his hand was not a rosary wooden fish, but a bronze ancient sword, sitting cross-legged on the futon.

The back that was originally as straight as a green pine has already become rickety, the temples are white, all of them are traces left by wind and frost, and the face is furrowed, showing the ruthlessness of the years, only those eyes are still as bright as new.

The disciples beside him had slightly red eyes, and their voices choked up, "Master—"

Zhi Dun shook his head, turned the rosary in his hand, and the expression on his face was neither sad nor joyful, "The grass and trees are prosperous and withering, everything is calm, the flowers bloom and fall, and the reincarnation of the four seasons is normal, so why grieve for me." ”

Although he said this, everyone's expressions revealed reluctance.

Zhi Dun reluctantly stood up from the futon, and the disciple next to him hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him, but was rejected by Zhi Dun, "Being a teacher has not yet reached the point where he can't walk." ”

He staggered into the courtyard, where the towering trees grew green canopies, casting shade on the ground, and the breeze blew and the leaves were rustling.

This ancient tree has a long history, it has existed here since before the temple was built, and the lines on the tree ring have long been uncountable, and Zhi Dun's favorite thing is to meditate under this tree, watch the sea of clouds, and listen to the wind.

"Gather all the disciples and chant and preach for the teacher."

Hearing this, the disciples around him showed worried looks, "But Master, your body-"

Zhi Dun waved his hand, his eyes were firm, and he said: "The body of the teacher is clear to himself, don't worry." ”

He sat upright in the middle of the ancient tree, straightened his rickety body, and looked extremely energetic, as if he was rejuvenated, but the disciples around him showed grief on their faces, knowing that this was a return to the light.

Perhaps this is the last time Zhi Dun recites the scriptures and preaches, and everyone cherishes it very much, and listens more seriously, lest they miss half a sentence.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. Relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true when you want to know it."

However, after only talking for a while, Zhi Dun was a little overwhelmed, and a coughing sound burst out of his throat, which made the disciple worried.

A leaf slowly fell on Zhi Dun's shoulder, and he reached out and twisted it, compared to the emerald green leaves on the branches, this fallen leaf was dark in color, and it was obviously old.

Zhi Dun put the blade on the ground and whispered the Buddha name.

"Amitabha, this person is the same as the fallen leaves, when the time comes, the fallen leaves are scattered, making room for the new leaves, and the time has come for people to go, this is the way of reincarnation."

The disciples looked at Zhi Dun with a stunned gaze and looked at Zhi Dun reluctantly.

Compared with their sadness, Zhi Dun's expression was indifferent, and there was a kind of open-mindedness to see through life and death, "If there is life, there must be death, otherwise the way of heaven is unbalanced, the four seasons are disordered, and the world will fall into a state of disorder, and everyone will have to go through such a process." ”

The disciple said respectfully: "Master's realm is profound, beyond our comprehension. ”

Zhi Dun showed a stunned expression, as if he had thought of something, "Where can I be considered a high realm, if I really talk about the realm, that one is far above me, but unfortunately, I am afraid that I will not have a chance to see you again in this life." ”

The disciple next to him showed a curious look, "The one that Master said is the one who gave you the ancient sword in the early years. ”

Zhi Dun did not indicate Ye Qin's identity, if he said that this sword was given by a snake, the disciple would not believe it, so he did not say it, everyone was preconceived, and always thought it was a human being.

The origin of this person is a mystery, and the identity background is also extremely mysterious, although they have heard Zhi Dun mention it, but they don't talk much.

Zhi Dun nodded, "I only have one regret in my life, that is, I can't see this person again, talk about Buddhism, if I can meet again, then I will die without regrets." ”

Although the other disciples wanted to help, they didn't know anything about this "person", let alone help Zhi Dun find it.

"Master, why don't you tell us, maybe we can help you find it?"

Zhi Dun shook his head, "You can't find it." ”

He muttered for a moment, "Stand down, and let me be here for a while." ”

The disciples retreated one after another, and under the towering ancient trees, only the ancient sword remained, and the leaves fell, just like the life that was quickly lost.

Zhi Dun looked at Bai Yun Youyou, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the ancient sword, as if looking for the mysterious green shadow through the sword body, the sword body was very well maintained, and at a glance, Zhi Dun used his heart.

Just as Zhi Dun recalled the past, the sword body suddenly trembled and made a clanging sound.

"Zheng!"

The quaint aura greeted him, and the bronze sword seemed to have sensed something, and the shaking was even more frequent, and finally it broke away from his hand and galloped towards the southeast, as if it had its own life.

Zhi Dun's eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, he had never seen such a vision of the ancient sword, in the past few decades, the ancient sword was like an ordinary sword.

In the next second, between the flashes of green light, a simple Taoist temple also appeared in mid-air, with red walls and green tiles, cigarette smoke, surrounded by auspicious clouds, purple and ethereal, ingenious, making people feel strange and extraordinary.

The faint scales come into view, and as they did when they first appeared, nothing has changed.

He finally understood why the ancient sword was buzzing and shaking, the ancient sword had a spirit, and he sensed the return of the old man.

Zhi Dun was full of emotion, and bowed towards Ye Qin with his hands folded, "Long time no see, please accept the little monk's worship." ”

It was probably because God heard his heart, and let him see Ye Qin when he was dying.

In the eyes of the world, he is a high-ranking monk, but in front of Ye Qin, he calls himself a little monk.

Recalling the scene of Gao Kuo talking about the past, Xuan Wei Buddha used it vividly, and Ye Qin's words gave Zhi Dun a lot of inspiration, absorbing the essence of other doctrines and enriching his own Buddhist principles.

If it weren't for Ye Qin, Zhi Dun would not have been able to get to where he is today, let alone make famous theories and opinions such as "The Theory of Instant Travel", and become a high monk admired by everyone.

"At that time, I was deeply inspired by Your Excellency, so that the little monk understood the true meaning of Mahayana Buddhism, and I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see Your Excellency again after a few years."

Ye Qin looked at Zhi Dun, "Does the master know what happened to me today?" ”

Zhi Dun shook his head, "The little monk doesn't know. ”

Compared with the Taoist pursuit of immortality, Buddhism does not pay attention to these, and it is not so much death as death.

The death of the Buddha is to collect the transformation of the world of confusion and enter the realm of enlightenment, which has completed all virtues and extinguished all evils, so it is called the death, and the later generations turn to call the death of the monks, which is the ultimate goal of the Buddhist practice ideal, and it is said that some monks will have relics after the death.

It can be seen that they do not pursue the physical body, but the higher level of the spiritual realm, and Ye Qin is not sure whether Zhi Dun is willing to enjoy this alternative immortality.

"The master's Buddhism is exquisite, and the mystery is used by the Buddha, and the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are combined with each other, I wonder if you want to see how Buddhism will develop in later generations?"

Zhi Dun's eyes were slightly narrow, and it took a while to understand the meaning of Ye Qin's words, and his breathing was slightly short.

There was no longer any memory of this retreat, and he was ready to face death calmly, and in Mahayana Buddhism, death does not mean the end.

But Ye Qin's words opened him up to another idea, what if he could see a new and vast world?

"The greatest wish of the little monk is to learn the supreme Dharma, so that the world can get rid of the sea of suffering, if you can see the development of Buddhism in later generations to enrich themselves, it is really a great good."

"I want to follow Your Excellency!"

The auspicious clouds surged, the mist churned, and the Taoist temple in mid-air exuded a shining glow, and even the surrounding clouds were stained with a faint gold, extending down towards the branch, as if the heavens were moved by his words, and descended the ladder to the sky.

Zhi Dun bowed reverently, the hazy white mist wrapped his body, only to feel that his body was light, the whole person seemed to float up, looking back, there was a person with the same face as him under the big tree.

Shangqingguan cigarette curling, into the main hall of the main hall, but see behind Zuo Ci, there is another monk, he sat cross-legged, hands folded, although the eyes are closed, the expression on the face is compassionate, faintly there is a golden light flowing, it looks solemn, extremely eye-catching.

The disciples in the temple didn't know what was happening in the courtyard, so they waited for them to go out and take a look.

The breeze blew, the white clouds were long, under the towering ancient trees, Zhi Dun's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep, at this time, a faint shadow flew out of his body and disappeared into the air.

Everyone looked after it, only to find that there was a simple Taoist temple in the middle of the air, this Taoist temple was antique, standing in the clouds, like the Nine Heavens Immortal Que, there was a kind of ethereal sense of supernatural wonder.

At this moment, as the phantom of the branch is getting higher and higher, it actually sounded the Sanskrit Buddha horn leisurely, and between the flashes of golden light, a big Buddha appeared behind the Taoist temple, standing up to the sky and the earth, as if the Buddha was there in person.

"Amitabha!"

With a sound of Buddha, the giant Buddha folded his hands, and then spread out again, personally dragging the phantom into the Taoist temple.

The disciples opened their mouths wide and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, thinking that they were hallucinating, and couldn't help but rub their eyes, "What is the reason for this?" ”

Let's not talk about how the shadow of the Dao suddenly appeared in Zhi Dun's body just now, and what is the situation of the Dao Temple in mid-air.

"Phew-"

A crisp crane chirp suddenly sounded in the air, like the sound of jade stirring in the mountains, which made people's hearts tremble and brought back the thoughts of the disciples.

I saw several white cranes hovering in the sky, bringing countless purple gas, surrounding the Taoist temple, under the sunlight, each feather emitted a shining brilliance, they kept chirping, and the beast's pupils flashed with reluctant light.

Surrounded by cranes, the purple qi was mighty, and all the disciples couldn't come back to their senses for a while when they looked at such a scene.

"How can there be so many white cranes?"

"The white crane is a little familiar."

"Isn't it the one that Master once raised, and then released again!"

"I remember one of the feet was injured and had a scar on it, and one of the wings was broken, and it was a little unbalanced when it flew up."

Everyone observed carefully, and these characteristics could all match the white cranes overhead, which were the ones that Zhi Yu had raised before.

The disciples didn't know why, but for some reason, the crane that was suddenly released suddenly came back, and it still lingered in the sky for a long time.

Everyone hurriedly went to see the situation of Zhi Dun, and he was already out of breath, but his demeanor was serene, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously he was very peaceful when he left.

"Master has passed away!"

All the disciples showed sad expressions and burst out with suppressed cries, and the white cranes also followed a few sad cries and then headed towards the west.

The Taoist temple in mid-air is like an ink painting gradually dissipating, as if a pair of invisible hands have erased the traces of its existence, but it has regained its calm in a moment.

But the crowd couldn't get back to God for a long time.

Some disciples couldn't help but mutter, "Is the white shadow we just saw the soul of the master, and those white cranes are here to guide the master?" ”

Everyone saw with their own eyes, the white shadow flew out of Zhi Dun's body, such a phenomenon could not be explained by common sense at all, and these white cranes that suddenly flew back and wandered in mid-air.

"It must be like this, Master's Taoism is profound, and when he was dying, he broke through the Mahayana Buddhism, so he was led away by the Buddha."

"Master told us before that the four seasons are reincarnated, and heaven and death are one and the same."

"Master is indeed a high-ranking monk, and death is for him, but it is free from the shackles of the flesh, which is another kind of liberation."

"The master has become a Buddha on the ground."

This statement was respected by the majority of disciples, and it also slightly diluted the sadness of the passing away.

The mysteries that had happened before his death had spread to the outside world, but others were skeptical because they had not witnessed such miraculous things.

"What kind of immortal path in the void, and the white crane that came to pick it up, I think it's just a fact fabricated by the group of disciples in order to sell their fame and reputation."

"The real monk's death shouldn't be to leave relics, right?"

"This is a mistake, Master Zhidu's Dharma is profound, naturally it cannot be explained by common sense, and we should always have a sense of awe."

There are also people who believe in the claims of these disciples, believing that Zhi Dun attained enlightenment before he died, which is why such a vision occurred, and a fierce dispute even broke out between the two sides.

There are different opinions, no one knows whether it is true or false, and there are endless mysteries and legends left to future generations.

The melodious sound of bells and scriptures intertwined, and the long river of time set off ripples again, and no one noticed that the dark green figure slowly disappeared into it, shuttling between reality and the past. (End of chapter)