The history of the White Horse Temple is not long, when it was first built, because of the support of the emperor, the White Horse Temple is also really beautiful for a while, the monks of the White Horse Temple at that time lived a rich life, not to mention, the status is not low, one by one went out with their heads up.

However, the good times did not last long, after the death of Emperor Ming, the emperors of later generations did not have a good impression of Buddhism, coupled with the suppression of Taoism, the days of the White Horse Temple were not as good as day by day.

After decades of this, it has been until the matter of Emperor Ling, the days of the White Horse Temple and the Ming Emperor period are already very different, but there are temples to shelter from the wind and rain, and there are fertile fields in the temple, even if they can't afford to hire people to farm, but the monks of the White Horse Temple do it themselves, eat their own hardships, and with the help of some rich people around, this day is barely able to get through, so the monks of the White Horse Temple do not feel that they are bitter.

However, since Dong Zhuo entered Beijing, the world of the White Horse Temple has almost been occupied by some small officials under Dong Zhuo, and the little property saved by the temple for many years has also been plundered by some officers and soldiers.

What's even worse is that Dong Zhuo set fire to Luoyang City and drove the people of Luoyang City and its surroundings to Chang'an, and the White Horse Temple was certainly not spared.

All the way to Chang'an, because of the support of eighteen people such as the dragon, no one died in the monks of the White Horse Temple, but because they often helped others and spread Buddhism, many believers developed among the victims.

After arriving in Chang'an, it was not easy, the pit was abducted and deceived eighteen kinds of martial arts, and the eighteen monks in charge often showed miracles, and the White Horse Temple finally deceived a family to contribute their own rent, although the house was broken, but the White Horse Temple barely got such a dilapidated foothold in Chang'an City.

Dozens of monks are crammed into such a small place, relying on the meager income obtained by karma, living a hard life of eating only one porridge a day and engaging in labor, and the monks of the White Horse Temple have not given up hope, because there are still eighteen masters here, and they believe that everything will be fine.

However, today's spiritual pillar, the Buddha-like existence of the dragon, after going out, came back with one foot in the coffin, and may go at any time, which is tantamount to the sky is about to collapse for these monks of the White Horse Temple.

These monks nervously watched the house one by one, and when they saw the Buddha in the room, they all recited the Buddha's name, thanking the gods and Buddhas, and thinking that the Buddha-like existence should be able to come back to life.

However, the quarrel in the house soon dashed their hopes, and the silence in the house later announced some kind of unfortunate news.

Despair has spread to every corner of the courtyard, but the mood of these monks at the White Horse Temple is as dark as the sky at the moment.

I don't know who cried quietly, which caused dozens of monks to cry along, and these monks couldn't suppress their grievances and used such behavior to complain about their misfortunes.

"What are you crying about, how can we help Senior Brother Descending Dragon heal his injuries!" a monk with a bearded face appeared in front of everyone.

The muscles of this monk's whole body were all exposed, and there was still undried sweat on them, his eyes like copper bells, and the killing intent exuded from his body, all of which showed his fierceness.

The monks in the courtyard were really suppressed by the fierceness of this fierce man, and they didn't dare to cry anymore, and those who could bear it held back, and those who couldn't help it covered their mouths with their mouths, and the courtyard suddenly fell silent.

The monks in the courtyard also recognized this monk one after another, it was another white-robed monk in the temple, in the past, they didn't think this master was so scary, and even felt a little kind, but today when they saw him like this, everyone was surprised in addition to being surprised, but they were even more desperate, because this master who was calm and calm in the past showed this appearance, how good can the dragon descending master be inside?

The great monk swept the courtyard sharply for a week, seeing that no one was crying, his face eased a lot, and seeing the despair on the faces of the monks, the monk's heart was also soft, and he lowered his tone and said: "Senior Brother Descending Dragon's injury has been stabilized, and there is no danger to his life!

"Uncle Shi doesn't have to lie to us, we all heard your conversation clearly just now, although we don't know what the method of Nirvana is, but from the conversations of all our uncles and uncles, we can hear that the situation of Master Uncle Dragon is probably not good. A thin old monk said in a low voice.

The muscular monk glared at the thin old monk and said, "I said it's okay, it's okay, what are you guessing?"

The old monk was suddenly so frightened that he trembled and didn't dare to say anything more.

Seeing that he was scared of these juniors again, the muscular monk took a deep breath, slowly exhaled it, and said in a voice as gentle as possible: You can rest assured! Senior Brother Descending Dragon is really fine, and he will wake up in a few days. Although he can't be a director these days, as long as I am here, the sky will not fall. ”

Fu Hu's prestige is still good, and when everyone thought of him and the other sixteen elders when the dragon was gone, their hearts were suddenly filled with some confidence, and their faces stretched a little.

Fu Hu struck while the iron was hot, and said with a smile, "Actually, we have already negotiated with a big man, as long as we help him complete a thing, he will give us a lot of money to help us rebuild the White Horse Temple, and the task has been carried out again, we will soon be able to rebuild our home." ”

Hearing this, the eyes of all the monks flashed with an unusual light, and many monks suddenly said: "Buddha bless, this is good!"

When Fu Hu heard this, he immediately said: "The Buddha must be watching us and bless us, but we can't do nothing and pin our hopes on the Buddha."

If we give up on ourselves, then there is nothing the Buddha can do to help us, even if he wants to help us. So now at this moment, we have to work together as one. ”

A young thin monk asked, "Master Fuhu, I don't know what the task is, and how can we help in this matter?"

It turned out that this muscular monk was Fu Hu, and when he heard the young monk's question, his eyes suddenly showed a little appreciation, and he smiled and said, "I will personally wait for a few junior disciples to handle that matter, so you don't have to interfere."

For the next period of time, everything will be as usual, although the days are a little harder, but there is an end to suffering, as long as this difficulty is over, everything will be fine. ”

Fu Hu thought for a while, and then said, "You should regard the current suffering as a kind of practice, a test for us by the Buddha, and you won't feel too bitter."

If you endure such suffering with such a feeling, then when this difficulty is over, it will be of great benefit to you. To endure a suffering is to accumulate a merit, and this is the opportunity for you to become a Buddha in the future. ”

The eyes of the monks lit up a little bit again, and they bowed to Fu Hu and said, "Respect the master's orders!"

Fu Hu nodded and walked into the house, closing the door.